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Friday, 30 October 2009

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    Rockin' the Suburbs
    By Ben Folds
    Fred Jones, Part two
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    Tough Week

    Well...it's been a crappy week. I don't have much too say and what I would say is bound by ethics, confidentiality, and HIPAA laws. *sigh*

    So, speaking abstractly for two minutes and then i'm going back to Conan. It was too early...too early in my career and too early for him. He was too young, way way way too young. I have a lot of thoughts about what i could have done, what i might have missed, what might have been "if only." Lots of whys and I thought I was past the "why" part of my life. Not that I had it figured out but i was cool with not having it figured out and I still am...but I wish I could get some nugget, some fact, some thread of information that would help make sense of it all. I know i'll get over it and life will move...for me. And that seems wrong. But it will. And...yeah...*sigh*.

    Time marches on. And I know it wasn't my fault but i'm still sorry...

    Was it really time??


    it's hard to explain how this song applies to my current situation. I can't explain it, so I won't try. Listening to it just helps a little.



    Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
    There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
    He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
    Things that remind him: 'Life has been good'
    Twenty-five years
    He's worked at the paper
    A man's here to take him downstairs

    And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
    It's time

    There was no party, there were no songs
    'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
    No one is left here that knows his first name
    And life barrels on like a runaway train
    Where the passengers change
    They don't change anything
    You get off; someone else can get on

    And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
    It's time

    Streetlight shines through the shades
    Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face
    He reflects on the day
    Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
    Projecting some slides onto a plain white
    Canvas and traces it
    Fills in the spaces
    He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right
    Yeah, and all of these bastards
    Have taken his place
    He's forgotten but not yet gone

    And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
    And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
    And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
    It's time
    -Ben Folds Five

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

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    Ballads: Dexter Gordon
    By Dexter Gordon
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    Hate cannot drive out hate

    So with my new job i've been a little worried that one of my clients will be able to google my name and read my xanga. For a little I had it on friends lock, but there are some people who aren't even on xanga who want to read so...i guess i'll wait until I get in trouble. Hopefully that doesn't happen but we'll see. After this post they'll probably discontinue their reading anyway...

    There have been a lot of topics I thought about for this post. Due to it's present pop-culture pull Healthcare reform has been on my mind. I had a long talk with my dad about it. We disagree but it was respectful and I see where he is coming from, I just want something different. But that's the kicker isn't it?? Respectful. A representative yells "you lie!" at the president with the whole world watching and I have the gull to ask ordinary people to be respectful? Absurd. When people (including me) disagreed with president Bush we were called unpatriotic, friends of terrorists, ignorant liberals, and unsympathetic to the lives lost during 9-11. In 2002 Wilson himself accused democrat Bob Filner of "hatred of America" because Filner, debating the Iraq war, pointed out that the U.S. had armed Iraq in the 80's. Wilson also claims to be "pro-life," an assertion that is impossible when voting for the death of Iraqi civilians. Of course, he can justify the war (in his mind) so I'll let him slide. I have one question though, can you be "pro-life" and vote against saving the 18,000 Americans who die every year because they don't go to the doctor because they can't afford it?? Don't mean to be harsh here, but on both fronts he is extremely inconsistent, to the point of hypocritical.

    You know, that's what I think. I'm also for completely socializing the medical system and believe Obama's plan is far to weak. (Pauses to hear the lower half of DE decry my faith as well as my value as a person...they then blame it on the entirely capitalistic, extreme right-wing university I attended. Wait...) BUT I will not die on that hill. I will not yell at my friends...I will not doubt their faith...I will not say they are driving America to the brink of hell...I will not sink into the "you're stupid" "No you're stupid" "no you're stupid' "No you're stupid." In the enlightened words of Dave Matthews "That *crap* goes on for a long ---- time." I agree with him...and in the end, what have we gained?? So we disagree. So freakin' what?? Get over yourself...it's not the end of the world...and if it is do you really think you're going to hold it back?? Come on people.

    One of my friends put this on his facebook status. He follows Jesus, I know he does. But Jesus gave us two commands that should impact the way we walk through this life at all times. "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength. And love you neighbor as yourself. ALL THE LAW AND THE PROPHETS HANG ON THESE." His status was this...and no I didn't edit it, it is verbatim: "yup. just got done wasting 5 years of my life working my ass off so that my tax dollars can go to some nasty ass hooker and her F#$%d up pimp so they can whore out little girls, have a house to do it in, and right it off as performing arts. thanks acorn and obama." As I read that I wondered what Jesus thought. I'm rather certain he was somewhere south of thrilled.

    I don't care what you believe. Really I don't. But I care what you do with it. So the next time you wanna tell somebody the world is ending, or they hate America, or any other item on the long laundry list of things we humans have been calling each other, please please stop. Maybe save it for the next person, but at least that is one less instance of us flinging crap on each other.

    A quote to close: "Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." Martin Luther King Jr. Let's not forget...the man died for the idea behind that quote.

    Peace.

Tuesday, 04 August 2009

  • I Hurt Too...

    My work deals with a lot of pain. It makes me remember the one day Jessica had a very difficult day at work and she was crying. She said "I just see so much pain...so much pain." For me, and most of us, is how do we respond to the pain we see? Pain is universal. Everyone experiences pain, loss, grief, sorrow, aches of the soul that they feel they are unable to express and that, even if they were given the words, no one else would understand. People do not need us to "understand" their pain. They need us to acknowledge that they are in pain, that they have reason to be in pain, but not try to talk them out of their pain. They need us to lower ourselves, as best we can, into the gutter beside them and listen to them as they tell us about the hurt. The lyrics following are a good model of how to do it.

    The song can be heard at: http://www.imeem.com/jessiecat/music/NcSSJ__e/katie-herzig-i-hurt-too/ (Copy and paste, you won't be sorry)

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    When you’re weary
    And haunted
    And your life is not what you wanted
    When you’re trying so hard to find it

    When the lies speak the loudest
    When your friends are starting to leave
    When you’re broken by people like me

    I hurt too, I hurt too

    When an ocean sits right between us
    There is no sign that we’ll ever cross
    You should know now that I feel the loss

    I hurt too, I hurt too

    Even though you are drowning in valley’s of echoes
    I believe there is peace in those hills up ahead
    You will climb ‘til you find places you’ll never let go
    And I will also be here praying just like I said

    I hurt too, I hurt too

    --Katie Herzig, "I Hurt Too"

Monday, 20 July 2009

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    Life for Rent
    By Dido
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    No news...just thoughts...

    I didn't think, back in may when i last posted, that it would be another two months before I posted again. I really didn't expect it to be this long. A lot has happened...

    Why are so many Christians opposed to the idea of giving/receiving therapy? (I must point out here that I draw a distinct difference between "counseling" and "therapy. Counseling is short lived. It's aim is speedy resolution to whatever it is that the counselee is dealing with. Therapy, on the other hand, is long lived. It picks and gnaws at the people who come. It has different aims. Therapy is not content to modify behavior. It does not settle. For example, marriage counseling usually results in couples figuring out how to handle a single topic, say money. This takes a grand total of six to eight to twelve sessions and wah-lah, said couple moves on. Therapy bypasses the money issue up front and gets down to the brass tax of why people are interacting with each in the manner that they are. Counseling is content to settle with the change of a certain interaction, it does not need to kneel and beg the great question, "Why?") So, I have come full circle and ask the questions again: Why are so many Christians opposed to therapy? In case you were wondering, this is not rhetorical, I don't know the answer. Looking back on my life, and I feel I'm being open and honest here, I can never remember a time when I believed that therapy/counseling (yes yes i'm marrying those terms here) were bad. I never remember thinking "Counseling, what a crock." I'm continually amazed at the difference in the reactions I get from people. Some for it, strongly. Some admitting it's ok because, after all, "Some people really need it" (Not them of course). Other times I'm met with a smug sort of opinion that really believes that what I do is a joke. Those last people place what I do somewhere between running a ponzi scheme and being a psychic palm reader. They might not voice it, but their eyes and body language give them away. I'm never sure what to do with that last one. I usually pass it off and move on but then I stop and I wonder, would those people be half as courteous if I informed them that I believe that what they do is a joke? "You teach high school math?? How worthless is that to those kids??" "You build big houses for people who don't need them?? Why that's almost ungodly isn't it??" The other thing I realize is that a lot of people think they could do what I do. It's true. Most of you reading this probably believe that, if you wanted to, you could quite easily do what I do. Honestly a lot of you probably could, that's not the point. The point is that I don't try to teach high school math. I could be a pee-on on a construction crew, but I couldn't draw a house up. I could swing a hammer, but I couldn't design that bridge. The kicker is, half of the people in the world fancy themselves as amateur therapists and the reality is, they would suck at it. If you have ever listened to somebody complain about their life for 45 straight minutes, and the whole time you could see plainly what they were doing wrong, and you then got annoyed at them, you failed. Now, try to do that back to back, a couple of times a day, and then see them again after a week in which they didn't take any of the gentle suggestions you made that only referred to the least, most "trivial" problems they are having because you know that they are not ready to face the heavy issues, even though you see those too.

    After those awkward conversations where I feel looked down upon I smile to myself and I think "They have no idea what I know about them...what they gave away in the simple, five minute conversation." In some ways, I take a sort of cruel pleasure in the realization that I know simple things about them that they don't know about themselves. The thing is see...I believe in what I do. I don't feel like those people are complaining. I don't get bogged down by people who are trying to figure themselves out. Do I get frustrated? Sometimes, yeah, I do. But, in the short amount of time i've been doing this, i've seen people make progress. I've seen people take steps that they wouldn't have done otherwise. I also realize that it's foolish for me to expect that other people would possess the same amount of appreciation for the profession as I do. Lets be honest, if they loved it like I do, they would probably do it too.

    This was disjointed...to say the least. It is something that has been on my mind though and I thought I would share it. For those of you who disagree and think that therapy is a crock, just smile and nod when you talk to a therapist. Try to hide your feelings...they'll probably see through them, but they'll appreciate the effort.

    I wanted to end with a quote from Freud. I know the general public thinks he was a sex addict but he had some amazing things to say about the grieving process. Recently, I have had some clients who have had a lot of reasons to grieve, a lot of reasons. I know too that I have family, both immediate and extended, who are grieving at this very moment. I just want to say, therapeutically speaking, that grieving takes a long time and although everybody moves through the same stages, their manner of travel is different. Give each other space when needed. But more importantly, give each other open hearts and ears and a tightly sealed mouth. People who are grieving need listened to and understood...including you. Don't feel guilty for your grief, don't shove it down, don't pass it over, don't dismiss it because you feel like you should be fine after six months or even two years. Embrace it, let it out, heal, and then you can move on.

    "Although we know that after a great loss the acute state of mourning will subside, we also know we shall remain inconsolable and will never find a substitute. No matter what may fill the gap, even if it be filled completely, it never the less remains something else. And actually this is how it should be. It is the only way of perpetuating that love which we do not want to relinquish." -SF

Friday, 22 May 2009

  • Philly

    So, after nine days back from the mid-west, I thought I would put up some of my thoughts/realizations on the differences.

    1. Honestly, my very first thought was, "So, this is how/where Mercedes, BMW, Lexus, and Audi stay in Business."  Seriously, cars that were "nice" in ohio don't even get "ehh" here. Crazy.  Black, cross-overs from those four company's are EVERYWHERE.

    2.  Either people in the secluded pocket of southwest Ohio are abnormally angry/mean for the region, or all that stuff about "City People" being mean is bogus.  Admittedly we're not IN the city, but people here are way nicer. The cashiers actually smile. So odd.

    3.  For the first time in my adult life, living without frequenting Wal-Mart for every thing you need is not only possible but also economically viable.  Little plug for Trader Joe's here....I just bought banana's, nice banana's, for 15 each.  They were large...and not over-ripe, not grean.  Pretty cool...

    4.  Traffic sucks. Period.  Cars...cars...cars full of only one person...everywhere.  I have seen two or more adults in one car only one time since i've been here. I'm not looking all of the time, but I do have moments where i'm purposfully looking at the cars beside me or passing me and yeah, only one person. Sometimes children, but usually just one person.

    5.  Diversity is cool.  Blacks, Latinos, Asians, Middle-easterners, and the occaisional European, it is so cool.  You rarely go out without hearing a different language.


    Interesting, un-related fact that may interest only me: The average American consumes around 250 grams of sugar a day.  50 years ago, the average American consumed around 25 grams a day. And we wonder why our children are literally eating themselves to death.  I should monitor how much I consume in a day and see if I could keep it under 100...or not. =)

    Peace.