The gears are in motion. I am sitting at my newly rearranged workspace. It is dusk, and everything is quiet. My storyboard is hung on the wall to my left, my new computer is ready and waiting.
I have organized over a hundred story fragments in Google Drive, along with the big one. The big Kahuna... the one that I am saving for later, when (if) things get big. Stories from Old Darkrose, stories from Selcouth Manor, stories from Desolation, and more.
I have 4 new story outlines, one that I am very excited about (working title: E-line), and I have even purchased a domain... www.corvidbird.com is coming. Corvid's nest, where corvid will keep her shiny things. The site should be up and running in about three weeks.
Do not fear, faithful reader (all 2 of you), Evil Candy will live on. I will link to the blog and have plans to designate a day for blogging, in order to provide updates with more regularity. Eventually Evil Candy will become part of Corvid's Nest. I have also created a Tumblr blog, and an account on DeviantArt.
I would very much like to find a comic book artist. I have a few things I think would work exceptionally well in graphic novel format. I love comics and have always wanted to write one. Easier said than done when your drawing skills are as lacking as mine. (Speaking of comics. I went to see Wolverine yesterday. Hugh Jackman's chest is a force to be reckoned with, I am fairly certain the rest of the movie was good, too). I remember my very first comic book. The February 1982 edition of What If? Titled "What if Wolverine had Killed the Hulk?" (and yes, I bought it in 1982, at a 7-11. I was 15). It was my first introduction to Wolverine, and the Xmen. I was sold. I scraped up money every month, and waited impatiently for the new editions to come out. I remember the first time I discovered there were actual shops that sold nothing but comics and I could buy any edition I wanted any time I wanted to. I could catch up on everything I missed, fill in all the gaps, and discover new characters. I bought every Xman comic, and every single thing I could find with Wolverine in it. He was my absolute favorite character. Comics were my world, a great escape from a difficult life. Even to this day, when I think of a story, it plays out in my mind like a comic book. For me that would be a big dream come true, to write a comic of my own. I am working on making that happen.
There is something to be said for setting an idea into motion. Of imagining a thing, and then just moving forward as if the imagination could actually become a reality. I am plugging away a little at a time, and soon I shall have something other for you to read than just my meanderings here.
Monday, July 29, 2013
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
I'm Not your Bitch...
Okay, hey, no I am NOT DEAD! I haven't died, I have just been thinking... and mulling things over a bit. I know you have been awaiting my next post as impatiently as a George R. R. Martin novel, but Niel Gaiman says he is not your bitch, and neither am I.
What have I been doing, you may ask? Well aside from chat trips for virtual beer and pizza with Sasha to talk about life, the universe, and everything (he is doing well, I will tell him you asked)... I have been formulating a plan. Oh, indeed I have.
See, all my life I have been in the proverbial conundrum regarding what I want to be when I grow up. I have always sort of fancied myself a writer, but not in the serious "I am gonna do this shit!" way. More in the "well... I write, and it's good, and people read it, but I am not really a writer... you know, a WRITER writer..." kind of way. As a result, I just sort of piddle with writing and angst over not doing anything artistic and creative, and work a dull job and live a life that could be a little better. My excuse, designed with great skill to keep me from making any real effort, has always been "but, I don't know where to start!"
For one reason or another I have a tendency to lose confidence in my work about half way through so I talk myself out of finishing, or get caught up editing and re-editing because I never think it is good enough. I get frustrated and put it away, sometimes for months at a time. Sometimes I never pick it up again. I am coming to realize how destructive this really is.
Well. I am done.
You are only given so many stories.
I am going to make an honest effort of it. The writing thing. The WRITING writing thing. I am getting a domain name, making a page, compiling my stuff. Not just the one story, but ALL the stories. All the stories I haven't shared, and the one I have. I am getting organized. I am creating a workspace, setting up my computer, creating a schedule. And most of all I am going to acknowledge the fact, to myself and others, that I am a writer.
Basically, without boring you with the tedious details, I am taking action. Serious action, because life is short and I really want to do this. Maybe by confessing what I want to do here, in this space, it will serve as a commitment of sorts. A promise to myself that I will not give up, that I will follow through, and start putting the stories out there. I hope I can count on you for support, encouragement, comments, jokes, feedback, and perhaps the occasional care package of essential salty carbs.
Several of you (and you know who you are), have been most encouraging. "You are good!" you say. "I like your stuff." Well, isn't that all it takes? To write and have others read and appreciate? I am hoping so. I am determined at this point in my life to stop being sensible, and just go for it. I don't care if I never actually make a living doing it, I don't care if only a few people read what I have to say. I need to write... I need to write as a writer.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Dyscalculia Resources
After my last post I was kind of blown away at the response. I received messages from people, comments on facebook, etc. The common thread seemed to be "I am so glad you wrote that, it helped me..." It helped me know I am not crazy, it helped me understand what is going on with me, it helped me understand a different aspect of what I already knew I had.
A few things really struck me. 1. There must be a serious lack of resources out there if people are getting this kind of relief from a blog.
2. Dyscalculia has always been something I kept to myself, especially at work, during graduate school, etc. I was embarrassed, no one knew what I was talking about when I mentioned it, and I always felt uncomfortable, like I was doing something wrong by acknowledging it. But after that last post I realized, I need to acknowledge it. I need to do more than acknowledge it, I need to speak out about it, I need to write about it, and I need to offer what little information I can to help people who go through the same things as me.
And...
3. It seems like most of the resources are in the UK. They seem to do a pretty good job acknowledging this disability. The US however, is a different story. So...
I figured the first thing I could do is compile a list of resources. I am going to list them in order from resources for children to resources for adults.
Most of this information came from the National Center for Learning Disabilities. There is a wealth of information on their site, I just linked to some helpful first steps.
So first, let's start with Dr. Sheldon Horowitz @LD_expert, and his definition of Dyscalculia.
What is Dyscalculia?
Print Version
Common Warning Signs Pre-K to 2yrs
Common Warning Signs grades 3-8
Common Warning Signs grades 9-12
Common Warning Signs in College Age Students and Adults
HOW TO REQUEST AN EVALUATION this is for parents of school age children
Sample Evaluation Request Letter
Types of Tests to Assess for Learning Related Disorders
How Parents and Teachers Can Help Elementary Children With Math LD
The SAT and ACT for Students with Learning Disabilities
10 Helpful Dyscalculia Resources
APPs to Help Students with Dyscalculia and Math Difficulties
Learning Disabilities in Adulthood
Being a Spouse or Partner with a Learning Disability
Common Problems and Easy Solutions in the Workplace
Job Accomodations for People with Learning Disabilities
Risks and Rewards for Adults with Learning Disabilities
Managing Money if you have an LD or ADHD
The Advocacy Institute
Dyscalculia.org
Learning Disability Association of Michigan
Helpguide.org
It's a start, and I hope someone somewhere out there finds this helpful.
I think my biggest takeaway from the responses I received to my post was this...
We have got to tell our stories. We have got to tell our stories for a number of reasons. First, we need to tell them so that others can hear them and know they are not alone and that there is help. Secondly, we need to tell them so that people in the position to help are aware of the great need. Third, we need to tell them in order to advocate for ourselves and remove the sense of shame for something that is entirely not our fault, and that we have no control over. We need to tell our stories less as a form of commiseration, and more as a means of empowerment. We need to make some noise.
Basically what I am saying is this... every day needs to be Dyscalculia day, until every kid that struggles with it has the help he or she needs.
Just sayin...
A few things really struck me. 1. There must be a serious lack of resources out there if people are getting this kind of relief from a blog.
2. Dyscalculia has always been something I kept to myself, especially at work, during graduate school, etc. I was embarrassed, no one knew what I was talking about when I mentioned it, and I always felt uncomfortable, like I was doing something wrong by acknowledging it. But after that last post I realized, I need to acknowledge it. I need to do more than acknowledge it, I need to speak out about it, I need to write about it, and I need to offer what little information I can to help people who go through the same things as me.
And...
3. It seems like most of the resources are in the UK. They seem to do a pretty good job acknowledging this disability. The US however, is a different story. So...
I figured the first thing I could do is compile a list of resources. I am going to list them in order from resources for children to resources for adults.
Most of this information came from the National Center for Learning Disabilities. There is a wealth of information on their site, I just linked to some helpful first steps.
So first, let's start with Dr. Sheldon Horowitz @LD_expert, and his definition of Dyscalculia.
What is Dyscalculia?
Print Version
Common Warning Signs Pre-K to 2yrs
Common Warning Signs grades 3-8
Common Warning Signs grades 9-12
Common Warning Signs in College Age Students and Adults
HOW TO REQUEST AN EVALUATION this is for parents of school age children
Sample Evaluation Request Letter
Types of Tests to Assess for Learning Related Disorders
How Parents and Teachers Can Help Elementary Children With Math LD
The SAT and ACT for Students with Learning Disabilities
10 Helpful Dyscalculia Resources
APPs to Help Students with Dyscalculia and Math Difficulties
Learning Disabilities in Adulthood
Being a Spouse or Partner with a Learning Disability
Common Problems and Easy Solutions in the Workplace
Job Accomodations for People with Learning Disabilities
Risks and Rewards for Adults with Learning Disabilities
Managing Money if you have an LD or ADHD
The Advocacy Institute
Dyscalculia.org
Learning Disability Association of Michigan
Helpguide.org
It's a start, and I hope someone somewhere out there finds this helpful.
I think my biggest takeaway from the responses I received to my post was this...
We have got to tell our stories. We have got to tell our stories for a number of reasons. First, we need to tell them so that others can hear them and know they are not alone and that there is help. Secondly, we need to tell them so that people in the position to help are aware of the great need. Third, we need to tell them in order to advocate for ourselves and remove the sense of shame for something that is entirely not our fault, and that we have no control over. We need to tell our stories less as a form of commiseration, and more as a means of empowerment. We need to make some noise.
Basically what I am saying is this... every day needs to be Dyscalculia day, until every kid that struggles with it has the help he or she needs.
Just sayin...
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Happy Dyscalculia Day!
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| Parts of this post are reproduced from another blog that I used to write but have since abandoned |
As a result I have what is known as a "severe and profound" learning disability. It's called Dyscalculia. Some people want to simplify it and call it "Math Dyslexia," but it is more than that.
I have failed almost every math class I have ever taken. I have had difficulty with most sciences like chemistry and physics. I failed a lot of classes in school. PE was a nightmare, and forget any technical classes like shop.
English, reading, writing, theatre, comprehension, however, were a different story. I excelled in them, scored off the charts. I had an IQ test and scored very high. I was identified as gifted and talented, and put into gifted programs.
Because of this, all my life people have told me I am lazy and I just don't try hard enough. They compare what I go through to how much they hate spelling or algebra because its hard. This is more than hard. This is more than just your dislike of doing something difficult.
This is more than just a problem with numbers. I had bad coordination, I had a hard time riding a bike, I couldn't tell left from right (and still have to take pause and think about it when caught off guard), I had trouble making friends, I couldn't make change and was afraid to use money. I was often mocked and made fun of my math teachers who thought I was just screwing around. When called on in certain classes it took me a lot longer to reason my way to answers than a lot of the other kids. I was punished by my parents because I couldn't learn (and still don't know to this day) my times tables.
My real mother bought a deck of flash cards. She would show the cards and then yell at me for the ones I got wrong. She finally became so frustrated that she would hit me with a belt for every card I failed to get right. I got hit a lot.
My dad just couldn't understand why I couldn't get it. He told me I needed to apply myself more. He compared my inability to do math to his struggles in his calculus and trigonometry classes in college getting an aeronautics degree...
My stepmother really tried to help me. She would sit up with me all night sometimes, trying to do homework. Showing me the same problems over and over and over again. By the end of every session I might barely grasp the concept. The next night it was like I had never seen the problems before. She was patient, and I think I would have flunked out of school a lot earlier if it wasn't for her, but no one had ever heard of Dyscalculia at the time, so she just couldn't understand why the math wouldn't stick with me.
It got to the point where I would become physically ill and throw up when I was confronted with having to do math. I would ditch classes because they terrified me. I thought everyone was laughing at me. Everyone thought I was stupid, and so did I.
I didn't find out what the problem was until I was an adult and I got tested. This is AFTER dropping out of high school in the 10th grade, flunking out of my first year of college, flunking every math class, and failing my foreign language classes because once we got to the grammar portion I would lose it... it affects grammar processing too. As well as doing poorly in my minimum wage jobs, mainly working in situations where I had to handle money and was unable to tally things up correctly.
I love music but I never learned to read a note. I can't play an instrument, and I have tried, but Musical notes are math, and the theory escapes me. I have a good ear though... so good, in fact, that I managed to fool dozens of musical theatre directors into thinking I actually could read the score, when in fact I was just learning it by ear.
I learned all kinds of ways to get around my disability.
No one has ever heard of my problem, so I don't talk about it very much. When I do, I get looks like I am making it up, or just trying to find something wrong with myself. It is still hard to not give in to the idea that I just need to try harder. I love learning, I always have. I wasn't lazy, I was scared and confused. The thought that I am just not applying myself baffles me. I achieved a Master's Degree... with high honors. How the fuck harder am I supposed to apply myself?
With that being said...
Today is National Dyscalculia Day, and I feel I have an obligation to try to raise a bit of awareness. so I am posting this..
What is Dyscaluculia? Well...
From The Dyscalculia Forum:
What Is Dyscalculia?
The Basic Facts
Dyscalculia is a specific learning disability in mathematics. Dyscalculia is a word you use to describe when people have significant problems with numbers - but still have a normal or above normal IQ. It seems that no dyscalculic has problems with math alone, but also struggle with problems being able to learn to tell time, left/right orientation, rules in games and much more. (See the list of symptoms). Also, there are more than one type of dyscalculia, and all types demand specific learning methods aimed at the specific problem.
Is Dyscalculia Real?
Dyscalculics say it is. Teachers say it is. WHO and DSM say it is. See the bottom of this page for the official listings of dyscalculia in the medical world.
How Common Is Dyscalculia?
According to UK studies done by Gross-Tsur, Manor and Shalev in 1996, 6.5% are dyscalculic. According to studies done by Lewis, Hitch and Walker in 1994, 1.3% are dyscalculic while 2.3% are dyscalculic AND dyslexic - that means that according to this study 3.6% of the World's population are dyscalculic.
That gives a total of between 3.6 and 6.5% of the World's population. And again: That means, according to these two studies, that between 216.000.000 (two hundred and sixteen million) and 390.000.000 (three hundred and ninety million) people are dyscalculic - if we say that there are 600.000.000.000 (six billion) people in the world. No international study has been done on how common it is.
What Is The Male/Female Prevalence?
Although dyslexia seems to have a take on the male population (30% female versus 70% male), when it comes to dyscalculia studies show that the representation is equal - 50% female, 50% male.
Are There Types Of Dyscalculia?
Yes. Just like dyslexia, there are many versions of dyscalculia. Researchers have yet to come to a final decision, and they are not working together, which means that at least over 50 types have been given a name. We have guts here at the forum, so we have decided to stick with 4 types that make sense according to the forum users. These names are from a study done by Geary in 2004. You can read about the 4 types in the forums - there are subforums for each type, where we try to figure out all we can about the types.
Semantic retrieval dyscalculia
Procedural dyscalculia
Visuospatial dyscalculia
Number fact dyscalculia
Dys...Cal...Culia?
To pronounce it you say "dis-cal-cew-lee-ah". When a person has dyscalculia, you say that they are "dyscalculic" - "dis-cal-cew-leek".
The word dyscalculia comes from Greek and Latin and means "counting badly". The word "dys" comes from Greek and means "badly". "Calculie" comes from the Latin "calculare", which means "to count". The word "calculare" again comes from "calculus", which means "pebble" or one of the counters on an abacus. No one seems to know when the word "dyscalculia" to life - the earliest we have come across is this advertisement in The New York Times from May 1968. We do however know that researchers have used other words for what they found to be some sort of disability in maths (which they already found in the 1800s); arithmetic disability, arithmetic deficit, mathematical disability and so on. The media has been using words like digit dyslexia, number blindness and the obvious maths dyslexia.
Lots of variations of the word exist - Dyscalculi, discalculi, discalculia and so on. This seems to be spelling mistakes caused by general lack of knowledge about the disability, and the fact that no government has officially named the disability "dyscalculia", but instead goes by the WHO (specific disorder of arithmetical skills) and DSM (mathematics disorder) terms. Dyslexia is not officially named dyslexia either. In other words, dyslexia and dyscalculia are nicknames. It would be hard to say "specific disorder of arithmetical skills" every time you would mention this disability, wouldn't it?
"You Can Do It If You Want To!"
Probably followed by "and if you try hard enough". This is a typical remark from teachers and parents to motivate the student - and although it can be meant in the BEST way possible, it is not true when it comes to dyscalculic students. The thing a dyscalculic wants most in this world is to be able to understand those numbers. Dyscalculics need different learning methods, in every aspect of the assignment. Dyscalculics are able to learn how to calculate something one day, only to discover that the information has been forgotten the next day. In other words programs like Kumon, where repetition is a major part of the teaching methods seem to have no result for dyscalculic students - they forget. Through different learning methods aimed specifically at the student and his/her version of dyscalculia can have great results.
What Is Acalculia?
Acalculia is caused by serious brain damage. While it is possible to learn maths when you have dyscalculia, it seems impossible when acalculia is the problem - there simply is no understanding for numbers at all; not even the simple task of counting to ten. Acalculia is listed in WHO ICD 10 under R48.8. (corvid here, I am now starting to believe that I may have Acalculia).
The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, otherwise known as DSM, is the standard classification of mental disorders used by mental health professionals in the United States and some countries in the Western world. It is published by the American Psychiatric Association. This is the official listing of dyscalculia in the DSM-IV;
Students with a mathematics disorder have problems with their math skills. Their math skills are significantly below normal considering the student’s age, intelligence, and education.
As measured by a standardized test that is given individually, the person's mathematical ability is substantially less than you would expect considering age, intelligence and education. This deficiency materially impedes academic achievement or daily living. If there is also a sensory defect, the mathematics deficiency is worse than you would expect with it.
Associated Features:
Conduct disorder
Attention deficit disorder
Depression
Other Learning Disorders
Low Self-Esteem
Social problems
Increased dropout rate at school
Here is a list of Symptoms, also from The Dyscalculia Forum.
You could take off the title "List of Symptoms," and just put my name at the top of the list, because every single one of these applies to me. When I was tested I was found to have 3 of the 4 types of Dyscalculia.
Normal or accelerated language acquisition: verbal, reading, writing. Poetic ability. Good visual memory for the printed word. Good in the areas of science (until a level requiring higher math skills is reached), geometry (figures with logic not formulas), and creative arts.
Mistaken recollection of names. Poor name/face retrieval. Substitute names beginning with same letter.
Difficulty with the abstract concepts of time and direction. Inability to recall schedules, and sequences of past or future events. Unable to keep track of time. May be chronically late.
Inconsistent results in addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. Poor mental math ability. Poor with money and credit. Cannot do financial planning or budgeting. Checkbooks not balanced. Short term, not long term financial thinking. Fails to see big financial picture. May have fear of money and cash transactions. May be unable to mentally figure change due back, the amounts to pay for tips, taxes, etc.
When writing, reading and recalling numbers, these common mistakes are made: number additions, substitutions, transpositions, omissions, and reversals.
Inability to grasp and remember math concepts, rules, formulas, sequence (order of operations), and basic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division facts. Poor long term memory (retention & retrieval) of concept mastery- may be able to perform math operations one day, but draw a blank the next! May be able to do book work but fails all tests and quizzes.
May be unable to comprehend or "picture" mechanical processes. Lack "big picture/ whole picture" thinking. Poor ability to "visualize or picture" the location of the numbers on the face of a clock, the geographical locations of states, countries, oceans, streets, etc.
Poor memory for the "layout" of things. Gets lost or disoriented easily. May have a poor sense of direction, loose things often, and seem absent minded. (Remember the absent minded professor?)
May have difficulty grasping concepts of formal music education. Difficulty sight-reading music, learning fingering to play an instrument, etc.
May have poor athletic coordination, difficulty keeping up with rapidly changing physical directions like in aerobic, dance, and exercise classes. Difficulty remembering dance step sequences, rules for playing sports.
Difficulty keeping score during games, or difficulty remembering how to keep score in games, like bowling, etc. Often looses track of whose turn it is during games, like cards and board games. Limited strategic planning ability for games, like chess.
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Yep.. I definitely suck at chess.
I hate that I can't help my kids with their math. I hate that I struggle with things that come so easily to other people. I hate that I can go from seeming like an intelligent person to seeming like an idiot in about 10 seconds. It embarrassing and causes anxiety so severe that I get physically ill. I hate that no one NO ONE thought I had a problem. I hate that no one tried to help me. I hate that my love of learning was destroyed when I was a kid because of this. I hate that I could have achieved so much more if someone would have just recognized that I had a problem instead of writing me off as lazy.
If you are reading this and you know exactly what I am talking about, then get tested, help yourself. Once you know what it is, you can start to address it, you can understand, and start feeling better about yourself.
Happy Dyscalculia Day.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Hak Mir Nit Kain Tsheinik!
(Okay, so he beat me to the post. I am not polite.)
You should imagine the title to this post being muttered under the breath in a male voice with an Israeli accent. Make it a nice, thick accent, just for argument's sake. If you don't know what an Israeli accent sounds like, please consult Youtube.
So, today I spent some time once again trying to convince Sasha that rather than be an innocent bystander, he should once again write on the blog. Yes. I am a nag. BUT, I have a reason. Actually, I have several.
First. He is good. Go back in the archives (way back) and have a look if you have any doubts. Second. I really enjoy writing with him, I like reading what he has to say.
But it's more than that. And of course, me being me, I had to think about what my motivations were and try to understand WHY I want him to come back and write so much, and what the "more than that" was. And as usual, a post that starts as something small will most likely grow to encompass a larger issue.
So let's start with -
Everything that irritates us about others... Can lead us to an understanding of ourselves. ~ Jung.
I like talking (or more accurately Im'ing) to Sasha because often times he has a very different perspective of things than I do. Sometimes his responses are irritating, especially his refusal to just accept my explanation of things, and even more especially... when he plays the devil's advocate just for the fun of it.
But then I have to analyze why it irritates me, I have to look at things from a slightly different perspective because I want to understand why he sees a particular issue so much differently than I.
Our conversations can be challenging, but I appreciate that. Even more so, when we write together (this isn't the only place we have collaborated, this is just our non-fiction jaunt), I get a better picture of how he sees things, and it challenges me to work a little harder to get past my own cultural confines. In other words, I feel like my conversations and collaborations with Sasha make me a better writer. I have written some of my best posts here as a response to a conversation that we have had. I have written some of my best fiction work in collaboration with him.
Now, it has probably never occurred to him that he motivates me to write better, but he does. He isn't afraid to say "really? This is it?" or to tell me if I am being sentimental, or to challenge my ideas. I value that. He may not even realize he does it, it is just Sasha being Sasha. It is just him giving his observations.
Perhaps much of it is my own construct, but the fact remains, he is a good writer and makes me want to be a better writer, so this is a large part of my motivation.
Moving now to
Friendship is unecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of the things that gives value to survival. ~ CS Lewis
On a personal level, Sasha and I have been online friends for quite a long time now. The tide ebbs and flows, but we still manage to get at least a "hey, how ya doin'?" in from time to time. I have said before, I wish I could know Sasha, and his family, face to face. I wish I could go sit and have a beer and pizza in the little pub down the street from his house that he frequents. I wish I could have arguments with him and yell and have 3 different conversations at the same time while waving my hands in the air. I wish I had friends that challenged me as much as this one, distant individual from another country does. Again, he probably doesn't even realize, he is just being Sasha. I think much of the challenge comes from what I think he is thinking. So it grows into a bigger thing than it may actually be, but he planted the seed, so there you go.
I like to think about things. Whether passively or purposefully, he makes me think about things.
I like his perspective. I like trying to unravel the complexities of his culture, and I hope I open a broader window into my own. That was what this blog was all about in the first place, trying to come at ideas from different sides of the world, and reach understanding. At least for me. Because this kind of thing fascinates me...
And, I have a strong desire to step out of my own back yard. I want to know the world, and understand why it is the way it is. I want to peel back the blinders of my cultural bias and social conditioning and see things from a different point of view. I want culture shock. I want to experience difference. Right now, this is as close as I can come... challenging myself here, and talking to my distant friend. One day I will travel, perhaps I may even travel to Israel. But for now...
I like those times when the realization hits me that we are so different.
It drives me to understand. That is really my deepest motivation. Understanding. Which leads us to -
A bigger picture perspective...
Truth springs from argument amongst friends. ~
Hume
It is diplomacy on a small scale. It is the concerted effort to understand the other, and it makes me more aware. I read the news more, I pay attention when I hear the NPR guy talking about what is going on "over there," because "over there" is no longer nebulous and distant. It is real, and much closer, because my friend is "over there," living through what I am only listening to. I wonder what is going on, and if things are alright.
So... I start reading newspapers from "over there," history, commentary... in the attempt to understand.
The internet is an endless sea of porn, shopping, reddit, 4chan, empty blogs, ranting lunatics, and more porn. But occasionally the internet offers us a gem beyond value. Awareness of the plight of individuals or groups... the seeds of budding democracy... access to withheld information...
Understanding...
Even if it stems from a conversation and collaboration between two distant friends.
Maybe Bill is right...
The Internet is becoming the town square for the global village of tomorrow. ~ Bill Gates.
At any rate, it makes me think. I share my thoughts with others, and they share theirs with more. It's small, but it's worthy.
And there, I have again managed to make something large out of something small. And in so doing, Sasha has beaten me to the post. I hope we see much more of him around here.
You should imagine the title to this post being muttered under the breath in a male voice with an Israeli accent. Make it a nice, thick accent, just for argument's sake. If you don't know what an Israeli accent sounds like, please consult Youtube.
So, today I spent some time once again trying to convince Sasha that rather than be an innocent bystander, he should once again write on the blog. Yes. I am a nag. BUT, I have a reason. Actually, I have several.
First. He is good. Go back in the archives (way back) and have a look if you have any doubts. Second. I really enjoy writing with him, I like reading what he has to say.
But it's more than that. And of course, me being me, I had to think about what my motivations were and try to understand WHY I want him to come back and write so much, and what the "more than that" was. And as usual, a post that starts as something small will most likely grow to encompass a larger issue.
So let's start with -
Everything that irritates us about others... Can lead us to an understanding of ourselves. ~ Jung.
I like talking (or more accurately Im'ing) to Sasha because often times he has a very different perspective of things than I do. Sometimes his responses are irritating, especially his refusal to just accept my explanation of things, and even more especially... when he plays the devil's advocate just for the fun of it.
But then I have to analyze why it irritates me, I have to look at things from a slightly different perspective because I want to understand why he sees a particular issue so much differently than I.
Our conversations can be challenging, but I appreciate that. Even more so, when we write together (this isn't the only place we have collaborated, this is just our non-fiction jaunt), I get a better picture of how he sees things, and it challenges me to work a little harder to get past my own cultural confines. In other words, I feel like my conversations and collaborations with Sasha make me a better writer. I have written some of my best posts here as a response to a conversation that we have had. I have written some of my best fiction work in collaboration with him.
Now, it has probably never occurred to him that he motivates me to write better, but he does. He isn't afraid to say "really? This is it?" or to tell me if I am being sentimental, or to challenge my ideas. I value that. He may not even realize he does it, it is just Sasha being Sasha. It is just him giving his observations.
Perhaps much of it is my own construct, but the fact remains, he is a good writer and makes me want to be a better writer, so this is a large part of my motivation.
Moving now to
Friendship is unecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of the things that gives value to survival. ~ CS Lewis
On a personal level, Sasha and I have been online friends for quite a long time now. The tide ebbs and flows, but we still manage to get at least a "hey, how ya doin'?" in from time to time. I have said before, I wish I could know Sasha, and his family, face to face. I wish I could go sit and have a beer and pizza in the little pub down the street from his house that he frequents. I wish I could have arguments with him and yell and have 3 different conversations at the same time while waving my hands in the air. I wish I had friends that challenged me as much as this one, distant individual from another country does. Again, he probably doesn't even realize, he is just being Sasha. I think much of the challenge comes from what I think he is thinking. So it grows into a bigger thing than it may actually be, but he planted the seed, so there you go.
I like to think about things. Whether passively or purposefully, he makes me think about things.
I like his perspective. I like trying to unravel the complexities of his culture, and I hope I open a broader window into my own. That was what this blog was all about in the first place, trying to come at ideas from different sides of the world, and reach understanding. At least for me. Because this kind of thing fascinates me...
And, I have a strong desire to step out of my own back yard. I want to know the world, and understand why it is the way it is. I want to peel back the blinders of my cultural bias and social conditioning and see things from a different point of view. I want culture shock. I want to experience difference. Right now, this is as close as I can come... challenging myself here, and talking to my distant friend. One day I will travel, perhaps I may even travel to Israel. But for now...
I like those times when the realization hits me that we are so different.
It drives me to understand. That is really my deepest motivation. Understanding. Which leads us to -
A bigger picture perspective...
Truth springs from argument amongst friends. ~
Hume
It is diplomacy on a small scale. It is the concerted effort to understand the other, and it makes me more aware. I read the news more, I pay attention when I hear the NPR guy talking about what is going on "over there," because "over there" is no longer nebulous and distant. It is real, and much closer, because my friend is "over there," living through what I am only listening to. I wonder what is going on, and if things are alright.
So... I start reading newspapers from "over there," history, commentary... in the attempt to understand.
The internet is an endless sea of porn, shopping, reddit, 4chan, empty blogs, ranting lunatics, and more porn. But occasionally the internet offers us a gem beyond value. Awareness of the plight of individuals or groups... the seeds of budding democracy... access to withheld information...
Understanding...
Even if it stems from a conversation and collaboration between two distant friends.
Maybe Bill is right...
The Internet is becoming the town square for the global village of tomorrow. ~ Bill Gates.
At any rate, it makes me think. I share my thoughts with others, and they share theirs with more. It's small, but it's worthy.
And there, I have again managed to make something large out of something small. And in so doing, Sasha has beaten me to the post. I hope we see much more of him around here.
I write therefore I... Whatever.
Sasha here. It's been a while since I dropped by. Corvid's been on my case, trying to get me to blog again. She doesn't really nag much, just does this annoyingly polite thing trying to convince me to write something. I'm sure she doesn't think it's polite but it is. Not that it's a bad thing, just... I dunno. Foreign somehow.
So yeah, here we are.
I guess I have a few things I could talk about. Or rant or something. But I should go pick up the kids, so... Maybe later. It's what I usually say when I don't know if I'd ever get around to doing something - maybe later. As vague as it gets. It's a horrible thing to say.
So I gotta go. Maybe I'll write something later.
Location:
Haifa, Haifa
Thursday, February 14, 2013
That Which Doesn't Kill You, Hurts...
Alright, I know, I was supposed to follow up from the last post, but something is stuck in my proverbial craw, and I need to get it out.
We don't allow people to heal in our culture, and as a result, our society is filled with the walking wounded.
On the physical end of things, people have to work through illness, get on their feet, get back into the game as quickly as possible. It doesn't matter if they aren't completely recovered. I could have used some extra time to adjust to my new medication and recover from having surgery, but I couldn't afford it. Last year there was a woman at work who went through the same thing I did. I remember managers at work talking about her as if she were a slacker because when she came back she didn't function at 100%. Well no fucking duh, you morons. She had her thyroid taken out, had to take radioactive pills, then had to take a medication that makes you feel either like you are insane, if you have too much, or like you are going to die of exhaustion, if you have too little. It takes a while to adjust those levels. Not the mention having your calcium levels drop so you curl up like you are having a stroke, having pain in your throat from injured vocal chords... I could go on. I have seen people behind desks who have lost all their hair to chemo, and yet there they are, working. WHY? Because they can't afford not to. Because our society thinks if you need a break, you are lazy. If you need help, you are a freeloader. If you are sick, you are worthless and weak. If you are old, you are disposable.
It pisses me off, so much so that my grammar goes out the window along with my wit and sarcasm. I have had major illnesses twice, and twice I had to come back to work before I was ready and struggle to keep up my responsibilities and not drop the ball despite still being sick, because I couldn't afford not to.
We live in a society where a soldier can get blown up over and over again, and then come home and have to fight to have anyone believe they have a traumatic brain injury, and god forbid they suffer from PTSD.
We live in a society where people go bankrupt due to illness.
We live in a society where once you run out of money you are out of luck.
There are at least three people I see daily in the city where I live who have lost a limb and have to beg on the street corner. I am sure the guy who lost his leg at the hip and only has one crutch is just a lousy bum who should get a job.
But if you live in America, you better pray to whatever powers that be that if you have to get sick, it's physical, because if you have mental trauma, or worse yet, a mental illness, you are fucked.
Mental illness is in the news alot right now, the gun huggers are pointing their fingers in a diversion attempt to draw the conversation away from gun control. "Guns don't kill people, crazy people kill people." Well, actually, crazy people with guns kill people, but that is a different rant.
Mental illness has a tremendous stigma in this country. We should just understand it is a medical condition and treat it accordingly, but we don't. We have a "don't ask, don't tell policy" regarding mental illness in this country. I won't ask you if you need help, don't tell me about your problems. If you are mentally ill you are thrown in the "worthless, freeloading, shiftless bum" category, mainly because of Republican cuts to mental health care, housing and mental health programs during the Reagan administration. People like to pretend that there is not a homeless problem in the riches country in the world, but there is, and a large majority of those people are not freeloading bums, they are the mentally ill.
Even in our own family circles we don't allow healing. Just get up, dust off. Something happened to you that hurt? Just suck it up, don't be a sissy, get over it.
Why are we so averse to acknowledging someone else's pain? What has happened to our compassion? Our empathy?
My dad always says "you need to compartmentalize things, just put it in a compartment in your mind and leave it there." Well, what happens when you run out of compartments? Why should you have to hide your hurt? Especially if it is something major. He has tons of little compartments filled with Viet Nam War, and Divorce, and Death of Friends and Loved Ones, and innumerable other terrible things he has gone through in his life. There is no conversation, there is no sharing. I think never acknowledging your own pain is a terrible idea that can lead to some really bad things down the road.
Why can we never acknowledge when we need a little time to heal? Why don't we allow others to do the same? Why don't we open ourselves up to our friends and families to allow them a safe haven to rest. To share. To heal themselves? Why don't we care for one another on the most basic of levels? Health is more than just being able to get up out of bed every day and go to work. Contributing is more than just paying your bills and taxes. We are so removed from each other as human beings. We do not acknowledge our connection with each other. We are isolating ourselves more and more with every passing day and then we wonder why people snap, flip out, and do crazy crazy things.. because they lose their grip on reality.
The grip is communal people. The grip on reality comes from our social contract, from our compassion, our civility, our kindness, our sharing, our openess... our willingness to help our fellows and to allow them to heal and recover from injury, whether it is physical, mental, or spiritual. Our grip comes from lifting each other out of the muck, giving each other a hand up, helping the less fortunate, protecting the weakest among us, sheltering the vulnerable. God exists in the grip, you don't know that if you don't acknowledge it. It is love and care of your fellow human that keeps them in the realm of the sane. The more we lose sight of that, the more we will see inexplicable and horrific tragedy.
What I don't understand is why do we persist in this model when all the evidence shows it is detrimental? Why are we so resistant to change, even when we can see proof that a compassionate society that allows its citizens time to heal, paid sick leave, health care, maternity leave... a society that nurtures its citizens... is a civilized and successful society that leads to tremendous quality of life, lack of worry and fear, and satisfaction and happiness amongst its citizens. Why are we so resistant to caring for each other?
I am hoping that we are on the edge of change. We certainly cannot continue in the same vein. Things are usually the darkest before the dawn. I choose to believe that. I hope I am not wrong.
We don't allow people to heal in our culture, and as a result, our society is filled with the walking wounded.
On the physical end of things, people have to work through illness, get on their feet, get back into the game as quickly as possible. It doesn't matter if they aren't completely recovered. I could have used some extra time to adjust to my new medication and recover from having surgery, but I couldn't afford it. Last year there was a woman at work who went through the same thing I did. I remember managers at work talking about her as if she were a slacker because when she came back she didn't function at 100%. Well no fucking duh, you morons. She had her thyroid taken out, had to take radioactive pills, then had to take a medication that makes you feel either like you are insane, if you have too much, or like you are going to die of exhaustion, if you have too little. It takes a while to adjust those levels. Not the mention having your calcium levels drop so you curl up like you are having a stroke, having pain in your throat from injured vocal chords... I could go on. I have seen people behind desks who have lost all their hair to chemo, and yet there they are, working. WHY? Because they can't afford not to. Because our society thinks if you need a break, you are lazy. If you need help, you are a freeloader. If you are sick, you are worthless and weak. If you are old, you are disposable.
It pisses me off, so much so that my grammar goes out the window along with my wit and sarcasm. I have had major illnesses twice, and twice I had to come back to work before I was ready and struggle to keep up my responsibilities and not drop the ball despite still being sick, because I couldn't afford not to.
We live in a society where a soldier can get blown up over and over again, and then come home and have to fight to have anyone believe they have a traumatic brain injury, and god forbid they suffer from PTSD.
We live in a society where people go bankrupt due to illness.
We live in a society where once you run out of money you are out of luck.
There are at least three people I see daily in the city where I live who have lost a limb and have to beg on the street corner. I am sure the guy who lost his leg at the hip and only has one crutch is just a lousy bum who should get a job.
But if you live in America, you better pray to whatever powers that be that if you have to get sick, it's physical, because if you have mental trauma, or worse yet, a mental illness, you are fucked.
Mental illness is in the news alot right now, the gun huggers are pointing their fingers in a diversion attempt to draw the conversation away from gun control. "Guns don't kill people, crazy people kill people." Well, actually, crazy people with guns kill people, but that is a different rant.
Mental illness has a tremendous stigma in this country. We should just understand it is a medical condition and treat it accordingly, but we don't. We have a "don't ask, don't tell policy" regarding mental illness in this country. I won't ask you if you need help, don't tell me about your problems. If you are mentally ill you are thrown in the "worthless, freeloading, shiftless bum" category, mainly because of Republican cuts to mental health care, housing and mental health programs during the Reagan administration. People like to pretend that there is not a homeless problem in the riches country in the world, but there is, and a large majority of those people are not freeloading bums, they are the mentally ill.
Even in our own family circles we don't allow healing. Just get up, dust off. Something happened to you that hurt? Just suck it up, don't be a sissy, get over it.
Why are we so averse to acknowledging someone else's pain? What has happened to our compassion? Our empathy?
My dad always says "you need to compartmentalize things, just put it in a compartment in your mind and leave it there." Well, what happens when you run out of compartments? Why should you have to hide your hurt? Especially if it is something major. He has tons of little compartments filled with Viet Nam War, and Divorce, and Death of Friends and Loved Ones, and innumerable other terrible things he has gone through in his life. There is no conversation, there is no sharing. I think never acknowledging your own pain is a terrible idea that can lead to some really bad things down the road.
Why can we never acknowledge when we need a little time to heal? Why don't we allow others to do the same? Why don't we open ourselves up to our friends and families to allow them a safe haven to rest. To share. To heal themselves? Why don't we care for one another on the most basic of levels? Health is more than just being able to get up out of bed every day and go to work. Contributing is more than just paying your bills and taxes. We are so removed from each other as human beings. We do not acknowledge our connection with each other. We are isolating ourselves more and more with every passing day and then we wonder why people snap, flip out, and do crazy crazy things.. because they lose their grip on reality.
The grip is communal people. The grip on reality comes from our social contract, from our compassion, our civility, our kindness, our sharing, our openess... our willingness to help our fellows and to allow them to heal and recover from injury, whether it is physical, mental, or spiritual. Our grip comes from lifting each other out of the muck, giving each other a hand up, helping the less fortunate, protecting the weakest among us, sheltering the vulnerable. God exists in the grip, you don't know that if you don't acknowledge it. It is love and care of your fellow human that keeps them in the realm of the sane. The more we lose sight of that, the more we will see inexplicable and horrific tragedy.
What I don't understand is why do we persist in this model when all the evidence shows it is detrimental? Why are we so resistant to change, even when we can see proof that a compassionate society that allows its citizens time to heal, paid sick leave, health care, maternity leave... a society that nurtures its citizens... is a civilized and successful society that leads to tremendous quality of life, lack of worry and fear, and satisfaction and happiness amongst its citizens. Why are we so resistant to caring for each other?
I am hoping that we are on the edge of change. We certainly cannot continue in the same vein. Things are usually the darkest before the dawn. I choose to believe that. I hope I am not wrong.
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