Noticing my old College Friends on Facebook

Here are some quotes from facebook where people who I don’t know put comments on my old college friend’s ‘wall’. I think they speak for themselves. Better get a pillow as this will certainly put you to sleep.

 

things seem to be moving along really well! glad to see you getting into the work! fun, fun!” (male)

“tee hee! love the small town fair too!” (female)

“How did it go? I went to a yoga class on Sunday for the first time in many months (Anne goes more frequently). I was certainly sore the next day.” (male)

“I’m reading Divisadero by Michael Ondaatje right now and loving it. You could also read that new Davis Sedaris book?” (female)

“Thanks for checking. I’m okay. Last night was horrible. I have some viral stomach thing and was in so much pain I had to go to the ER. I hope the worst is over. I’ve been in bed for the past 3 days facebooking :) ” (female)

“Hey Name, so nice to see you. You know, in all my memories of Our College, I don’t think there was anyone who was better at getting me to smile or laugh. How come I suspect that you’re still having that effect on everyone around you? I’m back in grad school now, working towards a new career as a counselor for adolescents. It’s sort of like a dream come true, leaving the corporate world behind and following my heart. Anyway, I’ll tell you more about it in an email soon, and really look forward to hearing more of where life has taken you. Take it easy, and I look forward to getting the scoop. –Douchebag” (male)

“Obama’s my man. Does that make Michelle my woman or my man’s woman? That sounds wrong.” (complete nunce, sex not important apparently)

“I’m with you!!
I think both my girls(15 and 17) and I will be coming to your next training!! cool!!
We’ll probably go to (boring place).. but no new nose piercings!! “ (female, retard. Poor kids)

“All in all we were pretty lucky. I have friends within a mile of our house who haven’t had power since Thursday. We only lost a combined 6 hours overall. The pine trees around our driveway, however, were not kind to our cars. Scott’s front windshield got cracked (hooray! Insurance covers), and my back side window was completely knocked out (not covered – hissss). We had three days off, which was nice – especially since nothing happened on Wednesday. Thank you for asking! I’ve loved your postcards. When do you start back to school” (fucking boring retard female)

“beautiful. love your sign-off.
One question: did Virginia MEAN to break the mirrors?” (female, making an in joke. see how it would only mean something to you if you were THERE. Wow.)

(douchebag) is wondering if she should take down the “Boycott the olympics… free Tibet” poster she has on her window in light of watching every second of the games…” (female, lawyer)

“Hey lady! Sorry it’s taken me awhile to answer…I wasn’t sure if I was gonna be here on the 21st. I will. I would love to hang out with you. I’m at DJ & KB’s now but if you need a place to stay, you can always stay here with me. Scotland was incredible. I sent you pictures today. I love you muchly. Talk to you soon.” (rare decent person, female)

…………………………..

 

Well, that is it for now. Facebook brings out the FAKER in people apparently. I have grown to loathe nearly everyone I used to know unless I purposefully fuck with thier facebook. People left to their own devices seem to bullshit each other incessently. Well, fuck ‘em!

Published in: on August 31, 2008 at 6:42 am Leave a Comment

Marlena on the Wall

“I’m fighting things I cannot see,

I think its called my destiny,

that I am changing, changing,

Marlena on the wall…”

-Suzanne Vega

 

This line pops into my head from time to time, though I have not heard the song in many years. Today, after reading more of Beck’s “Cognitive Therapy and the Emotional Disorders” (1979), and after having had a really good conversation with my therapist, the line came to me again. I was thinking about the concept of a self-story, or schema. Such a story is much more than a self-image. It can be thought of as a combination of a “working model” (ie paradigm, internalized model of reality and all within it), undisturbed (and unchallenged) self-concept and self-image, and a story of struggle that places the past, present, and future in context of the above.

The story seems central to me. Its everywhere. What I mean by this is that the concept of a story or schema is applicable to the understanding and communication of any therapeutic experience(* or any growth experience where the individual is aware of a reconceptualization and comcommitant behavioral changes and perceptual changes).

Backing up, I’ve also kept coming back to a particular podcast on “Shrink Rap Radio” with Dr. David van Neuys in which a psychologist consulting for HMOs is interviewed. He’s excited by the data which suggest that the one key correlate in determining the positive outcome of various kinds of therapy available in the marketplace is the therapist.

Yeah, it sounds like nothing. But this means that it is the quality of the therapist, or rather perhaps some quality of the therapist which is most determining in the quality of treatment. So, out the window go all the various schools of psychology, all the theory, the setting, length, client type, type of coverage, presenting conditions, etc.. All that really matters in picking a therapist is: “Are they successful at what they do”?

Its deeply satisfying to see data support a simple and generalized conclusion over and above nuance, theory, and argument. I think the value of generalizable rules-of-thumb can be greatly underestimated, and when such rules re-emerge from fields of thought that can be greatly mired in disagreement, there is a chance at some insight into what has been happening across the board.

This story sits in my mind, and as I read the various cornerstones of modern psychology, and as I go through my own psychotherapy, I look for such deeply simplifying and integrating understanding. One thing that has occurred to me, and to which my therapist agrees is that the relationship is also undeniably central to all successful psychotherapy.

So, we have: Past Success as predictive of future success, and the Relationship between therapist and client as probably determinate in all psychotherapy.

Why is it that these apparently obvious things are also powerful insights? I think because they can guide us in strengthening some of the deepest rules that guide our choice-making. As our foundations are firmed up, the questioning of more superficial subjective rules becomes easier.

So, what is so interesting about Suzanne Vega’s line?

“I’m fighting things I cannot see,

I think its called my destiny,

that I am changing, changing,

Marlena on the wall…”

This also sticks like a thorn in my mind: That when we ‘fight’ on the inner battlefield, wrestling in the dark, we may well be struggling against things that would be better accepted, while accepting things that would be better challenged. But also, when we fight things we cannot see, we are literally ‘in the dark’. We can’t tell if we’re fighting a giant or a mouse, or if our struggle is having any effect. Forces from the dark are by nature, boundless. The question arises: “Is it infinitely horrible, or merely infinitessimal”? We only fight things we are impinged upon by. Things we do not want in our domain.

However, what about when we fight things that we do see? Here again, I’ve often been struck by how capable we (human beings) are of accepting our struggles or indeed projecting and creating them, and then concretizing them. IE, we rationalize.

If I suggest that “Divorced Men should pay 100% for their kids”, and then make it a mission to do something about this belief (vote, argue, feel superior, etc..), its quite likely that I’m doing this for a reason beyond my conscious awareness. I feel like I’ve made a choice: “I will rally a protest at the statehouse”, but I may well be enmeshed in projection, over-identification, misconception, role-taking, or any number of things.

Indeed, those that struggle with any tangible thing may or may not see the side of that thing that is still in the darkness, still unseen.

This is annoying of course, because it means: “Fighting unseen things and fighting seen things is potentially (and likely) self-deceptive and not about reality”.

So, is it struggling, fighting, that is the problem? On some level I actually think that the answer is yes. Yes, in that resistance and acceptance of what is happening, of reality, by nature seems to push us into an unreasonable realm. That concepts of power and change lead us to a well of deep confusion, not to nirvanna or even simply real understanding.

But of course, on another level it cannot be that struggle is simply wrong. We are biological. To continue to live we often have to struggle. To give up living is in itself a resistance. Our nature is to live. So, total acceptance means also the acceptance of unacceptance, or struggle, or resistance. Keep in mind that when I say “acceptance” I only mean “accepting that what is, is, and that what is not, is not”, not the advocacy of anything per se, but merely awareness.

Suzanne Vega says “I think its called my destiny”. If we repeatedly find ourselves in similar situations, struggling with similar people, relationships, situations, or objects, it would be easy to conclude: “This is my destiny”. But even Arjuna, in the Bhagavad Gita, comes to accept his destiny, although on a different level.

We see here with the term “Destiny”, if we look closely at the concept, how there are often quite distinct connotations of powerful words and concepts. Often there is a concept with divine or spiritual meaning that is also used in what can best be termed, a ‘counterfeit’ manner. Is Vega using it in one way or the other?

I think its called my destiny”. There is the answer. She’s telling herself a story of how she comes to face the same demons over and over again. She doesn’t actually feel the opening feeling of “taking up one’s ultimate role in the universe in accord with the divine”, but rather is “stuck in a role who’s nature is hidden, in the dark, immutable, but justly resisted (its not good)”.

Her destiny is “changing, changing”. Again, a sense of powerlessness and sadness permeates, rather than something else. And we can be sure of this with the last line: “Marlena on the wall”. She has a portrait of Marlena Deitrich on her wall. She’s looking for meaning, for a purpose that would explain her resistance, explain the recurrance of these demons. To tell her who she is. She reaches out to an image, internally, and externally. Marlena Deitrich.

Even as I lambast Vega here, I resonate with the experience. Perhaps we all go through this on some level: The turning to imago, to role taking, to social metaphysics, to ‘meaning’, in the face of our struggling. The struggle and the resistance (and turning to meaning) are part of the same thing that binds us. This is attachment.

But its also story-telling. And when we open ourselves to a new story, we sometimes break these ‘destinies’. Maybe a person can live without the obfuscating clouds of struggle and resistance at all. That’s something worth ‘struggling’ for, isn’t it?

Published in: on July 9, 2008 at 6:28 pm Comments (1)

I never know how personal to get in this journal. Actually, I usually write my most personal things by hand in a plain notebook at home. Recently, I’ve been writing regularly, like clockwork, but something has disrupted this… I am sick. I think I may be over the worst of it, but it might be chronic, and I’m a bit worried. Am I going to die sooner rather than later?

Its that kind of thing that I don’t feel like I can write online. What if a family member reads this and asks me about being worried about dying? What if a friend does?

Blogs are latent… wait, no, they’re not latent. They’re like dreams. You can pay attention to the messages of friends by digging, or you can blow them off, answering emails and holding things away from consciousness.

But if you choose to pay attention to someone online, you can often follow them around and find out quite a bit of their state of mind, their behavior, or their relationships. Some of us keep fairly personal things online, which should make this easier, but then again, people lie.

There’s some inverse relationship between how personal someone is in public spaces and their authenticity. This isn’t absolute, but a good rule of thumb. If you know someone, like me, who keeps a personal journal online, you can safely bet that they are aware of their being on stage. Then there are those exceptional (or naive) people who actually use a public blog as if it were perfectly private. But even these people should be taken with a big grain of theatrical salt. Its helpful to assume that “everyone knows everything” in this case, and to take public messages stated in a private manner as being exactly what they are: public messages.

In my case, I know of 3 people who might just happen across this blog on something of a regular basis, and a half dozen more who potentially would scour it for tidbits. So, I cannot pretend that its private at all. There is no gateway, unless I post it as ‘private’, but what is the point of that? I think of this kind of blog as a sort of ‘unpublished letters’ that is nonetheless, published. Its significantly boring enough to deter all but those who read things like ‘letters from so and so, after their death’, and these happen not to be the same people I worry about confronting with the content here. So it works for me, but it is something of a dangerous line.

Why not write actual letters instead? Meh. I’ve done enough of that. No, that’s not honest. I’ve not got anything I feel like ‘lettering’, would be more accurate. I don’t mind the writing to dear friends part. I enjoy it, and my letters tend to be valued by their recipients. And I do want to connect with my friends in that way. Its just that… well, I feel so disorganized, ambiguous, ambivalent. Nothing I have to say has the weight of conviction really, and I really hate to bore people with details that may just become untrue while the letter is in the mail.

So I keep my journal here as something of an ongoing letter. Who would it be too?

Dear Whitney, Jody, David, Scott, Thayer, Tom, Liz, Tess, Christopher, Victor, Soren, Jenny, Nina, Clark, Rebecca, Rose, Adam, Rachel, Nicole, Luke, Sean, Peter Oishi!, Johnny Moore, Dodson, Barry, Anya, Amy, Linda, Patrick, Peter, Pav, and so many other people…

And the problem with intimate letters to friends is that I don’t get a copy. Its really that simple. I could photocopy my letters, but I am a bum, a lazy bum.

So I’ve written a bunch of paragraphs saying precisely nothing. I think you must agree: That is a talent!

I wanted to write on the nature of meaning and human existence, as a prelude to an essay for the main blog, but alas, I’m just mired in the bullshit of my nittering mind.

I’m finally lonely and bored. It takes a lot for me to get here. I don’t bore easily (let that be testimony to me smarts), but being sick has isolated me yet further from those rare things that keep me going without facing the simple emotions of my painful and never-resolving depressive obsession, or whatever the hell it is. I can’t quite seem to get up the energy to bring this conflict to a head, yet I continually get updates on my state of being, which (though probably clear to anyone else) always befuddle me.

I was thinking about what ‘having a life with meaning means. Doesn’t this just mean ‘believing one’s own egocentric bullshit’? How could one tell the difference? And what would it be like to know that one’s life meant nothing in the bigger picture? Could this be countered with relational meaning (IE, I mean a lot to my wife and kids (if I had those)), or with situational meaning: “Such and such needs done for so and so reason, and I’m going to do that, even though in the big picture it doesn’t matter”.?

I keep coming back to the idea that I’m stuck in some emotional moment of abandonment or wounding of some kind. And though my dreams have shown me the brilliant warmth of love and presence, I have strong doubts that I will ever be able to move past this frozen moment.

The basic idea is to either go back to the moment of inception (revisit rather than relive), or to challenge the assumptions of that solidified ‘knowledge’ until the walls are broken down and the true self re-emerges. What a hunk of bullshit really. I just want to be alive, in the flow of my potential, capable of risking and losing and moving on.

Please,

UNFREEZE

-Alex

Published in: on June 30, 2008 at 3:50 am Leave a Comment

I just remembered, in my heart, that there are other ways of being. And I asked myself, “How then do I enter these other selves, other modalities?”, and I realize that two things can bring this kind of transformation: Life experience that pushes, prompts, eases, or opens us to a new awareness, a shifted state of mind, or reflection and meditation.

And both require readiness. That is key. You can put me in many situations, including that of meditation, and I will remain…….unless I am ready to move, change, give up, let go, arise, awaken, or adventure.

I wonder what the dream was last night that prompted this early morning insight? Its a gift, and one I hope to explore throughout the day.

 

-Alex

Published in: on February 29, 2008 at 5:10 pm Leave a Comment

2-11-08

Quite tired today. Ultimate Frisbee yesterday was somehow quite draining. Very windy, 2.5 hours of running, laughing, throwing and catching. I was late today for therapy, only 5 minutes, but it could have been much worse. I just didn’t want to get up, even though I woke up hours early. I fell back asleep and woke up with 25 minutes to get to the office.

We talked about that of course. Its probably the most popular topic in therapy! “Why are you late, client?”. But it was nonetheless a good talk. I explained that I’ve been feeling rather ambivalent about the whole project, that I don’t feel I’m ‘getting somewhere’ in a measurable way. So we took a different and more concrete approach today consequentially.

And the constant irritating issue came up that I don’t seem to be able to ‘Say the words’ (as my therapist puts it), but that I’m so close. So I feel a great anxiety, but it never breaks through into consciousness. He described it as getting naked, so I started to take off my shirt, and we laughed about how much easier that is than, in my words, becoming psychically naked. I just can’t seem to let down my guard. His words of taking the attitude of bearing witness to my vulnerability are encouraging. I do think he’s an incredibly mature and trustworthy man.

I found myself saying: “If not here, where? If not now, when?” to encourage myself, but to no real avail. And I described how its frustrating in that it seems that I can’t even get through the first step here. That I cannot, or rather, will not, identify my issues, my pain, my wishes, and that without that I cannot then take steps to address whatever it is I find. So I’m constantly skirting the first step, and it grows worrisome. I don’t have infinite years to deal. I have this moment, and this one, and this one.

So we talked about some practical concerns, such as my living arrangements, my initial call to my therapist to look at what I initially wanted or thought was problematic. We looked at what I gain and lose by the decisions I’m making in my life right now, and then 50 minutes were up. But it does seem that the very key is in becoming vulnerable, psychically naked, and that I’m going to have to find a way to do this. I don’t really need to think about anything else until I do this.

Why am I so tired today? Am I trying to avoid these painful things with sleep?

So boring. So banal. So important.

Published in: on February 11, 2008 at 9:16 pm Leave a Comment

Personal Update 2-7-08

Its been awhile since I posted anything to any of my blogs. I’ve been busy with 3 projects: Setting up this new computer and imaging it. Its a very nice machine compared to what I’d been using, and I’ve been tweaking it further. Secondly, I’ve picked up 3 more computer clients, so I’ve been busy making bank. I’ve calculated that I can earn > $120,000 / year working < 40 hours a week if I fill out my client list. I’ve found the niche I want to occupy. More on that in a bit. Thirdly, I’ve been playing with Joomla on my new webserver, with the long-term aim of setting up a multi-purpose set of websites: 1. Freact.com as an anarchist / freethinker webportal and news space. 2. A support site for my consulting business. 3. A multi-blog host for myself and friends.

Whoa, this new monitor is making me a little dizzy. I’ve got it set to 1920×1200, which is too much, even for its size. But it makes working on web development so much easier: pages next to each other.

I continue to listen to psychology podcasts and want to journal about them more frequently. There is such a wealth of things to explore in that arena, and I want to keep track and build on my understanding of the human condition with a bit more on the reflection end.

In some ways I continue to feel as lost as ever, but in others, I know that I’ve forged and reforged some solid pathways that are going to be a joy to explore. Oh, speaking of ‘lost’, I watched about half of “Into the Wild” the other night. Its just as I thought. I knew a few years ago from only a few sentences that I would find the story troubling, and have avoided it ever since. But curiosity got the better of me, and I’m enjoying it. I’ll try to self-analyze and analyze the movie later.

Ultimate frisbee has picked up again, and I’m loving it. Its such the perfect exercise and low-key social thing. It makes my week.

Published in: on February 7, 2008 at 6:39 pm Leave a Comment

Fried Mind with that sir? Obsessions and the erosion of self

Obsessions are strange spiders, building webs I cannot see.  Caught, and thinking I’m free. Bought, but thinking I’m me.

Yeah, so I spent the last 2 days trying to get a certain not-to-be-mentioned underground copy of Windows XP to install on one of my machines, an old one (6 years old). A strange thing to get obsessed with, don’t you think? It was a ‘productive’ experience, in that I learned quite a bit more than I’d planned. But who am I fooling? Why did I even bother with it, install after install, tweak, fix, research, script, DOS, install, etc.. for 10 hours or so? I had a perfectly good OS to put back in place, but I persisted with the one that wouldn’t work. I gave up other projects, like Joomla, website content, relearning CSS, getting more familiar with Ubuntu, etc.. for a few days, just to focus on this one thing. I got less exercise, I read less, I thought less, and now I feel like shit really. Burnt out.

I have some idea that I’m going to go back into computer consulting full time, and that’s my excuse for endless tinkering, though dimly, in the back of my mind, I remember that this is why I gave it up a couple of years ago: I’m too able to slip out of time and into software. Besides, I don’t want to be a great jack-of-all-trades computer guy. It is boring in the end. Well, not boring, but its not satisfying to my soul or self. Putting checks in the bank ATM yesterday was satisfying though. What do I want, and how do I stay on track to get there? Another boring question, but personally I need to ask it on the hour, every hour.

Washed out,

GF

Published in: on January 26, 2008 at 5:14 pm Leave a Comment
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Psychology Podcasts

I’m thinking of doing a review synopsis of various psychology podcasts available free on the web. I have a few favorites, and have listened to 1 or 2 of many of the others. With all that listening time, maybe a review would be useful for people.

1-19-08 Diary and Reflection on Blogging

So its been about 3 weeks since I started my WP blog, Towards Growing Freedom. I’m fairly happy with it. I was really sick of my Greatest Journal blog. Its gone now, apparently. I’m glad I backed up many of the entries last year.

What I don’t like about WordPress.com blogs: Slow, lack of template editing, not really a fun place for the hacker in me. What I do like: Easy to use, most everything makes sense, its easy to get a clean looking blog, and the widgets are actually useful (though again slow)

I’ve been building a website over the last couple of days, the main point of which is to get some much needed and overdue CSS, PHP, and DHTML practice in. I’ll link it of course to these blogs when I get something worth visiting going.

I may create a few practice web pages over the next few weeks, and I’ll post some links here perhaps. Making websites is so much fun.

Watching a video on using Dreamweaver. Its o.k. (Total Training), but I’m missing the second DVD where she goes into CSS and the meaty stuff. I’m working on getting that second DVD :) .

My computer clients are busily using my skills. I calculated that I could earn >100,000 US working 40 hours a week. I think I have to say ‘Yes’ to that!

Mostly I don’t enjoy the work in the ‘this is my life’s work’ department, but I do enjoy helping people, and I get to learn all sorts of workarounds by defeating various problems that come up for clients. These last weeks I’ve: Set up and secured some wireless routers, fixed speed issues on various machines, secured firewalls, antivirus, anti-spyware applications, installed stupid Outlook 2007 and got it to work with various webmail servers, gotten some RAM for some old machine, transferred files to new machines, and done lots of diagnoses on slow machines.

Meh, boring!

I’m off to the store for a minute, then will probably read more of my brother’s Family Therapy textbook. Pretty good so far. I really feel like I’m getting a handle on how the various schools of psychology interface, how we’ve come to look at the life of the mind, etc..

I’d like to write about more personal goings-on, but there’s not much to say today. I’ve successfully gotten stuck-in to nerdland and my emotional life is keeping a low profile. I need to do some reflection on that.

Testing themes with a picture of Shosh

Words?

Published in: on January 18, 2008 at 6:15 pm Leave a Comment
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