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Stress, Over-Stimulation and the Numbing Effect |
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Essays
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Thursday, 03 June 2010 |
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For the last few months an idea has been rattling around in ye olde noggin. I've been wondering why everyone (myself included) is so stressed out all the time, because the usual answers of "too much work" or "too many responsibilities" just didn't suffice.
An idea came rather suddenly.
I realized that our nervous systems are over-loaded for a simple reason -- we're making at least 100 times the amount of decisions that our ancestors made.
Set the mental way-back machine to just five generations. Trains had been around for a few decades but most people were still getting around by horse-propelled transit. Everything was slow... transportation, goods and services, information. To get to the general store for provisions you'd either walk or ride a bike. The nearest danger was probably stepping in dung or being cautious to not startle the livestock.
Imagine that pace as your routine. Sure, everyone was working hard and it was usually back-breaking labor. I'm not suggesting it was easy, just simple.
Now mentally switch forward. Imagine yourself hurtling down a freeway at 70 miles per hour on the edge of rush hour. Mentally compare 10 minutes on that freeway to a 10 minute walk in a 19th century town. The contrast should be jarring.
In 10 minutes on a highway you're making hundreds of minute decisions for your personal survival and the safety of everyone else surrounding you. The task becomes routine with time, but doesn't change -- there is a constant underlying stress that a mistake in your personal judgement could cost dozens of lives and hundreds of thousands of dollars in damage. Even basic city driving brings similar risks. We've become normalized to the process but I don't think the stress of making so many instant, life-threatening decisions is unnoticed by our nervous systems.
Now start to factor in your job. How many decisions do you have to make a day? How many requests do you get from co-workers? How much do you have to read, ingest, digest and regurgitate on a daily basis? Even the laziest office worker is likely processing as much information in a day as a person a hundred years ago processed in a week.
Tally up the stress total but don't stop there. Add in family and friendships, processing all of their personal issues and dilemmas. What stressors are unique to our era? Climate change, politics, the global economy, wars, disease. Its true that a lot of these things existed five generations ago (except for the obvious threat of global warming), however, today we're saturated with hundreds more information inputs.
Physical items like desktops, laptops, mobile phones, PDAs, televisions in the home and nearly every conceivable public establishment, newspapers, magazines. Digital inputs from email, websites, searches, blogs, Facebook, Twitter and dozens of other social networking tools.
I'm convinced the reason we're so stressed out is that our nervous systems were not designed for the amount of stimulation they're receiving and that what's needed is for us to gently slam on the breaks and re-examine the runaway train that is our culture. Its getting us nowhere fast. Whole eco-systems are in collapse, our climate has been dramatically warped by our fossil fuel and consumption addictions. Which brings us to the "numbing effect."
Another part of this nagging question about stress was related to feeling utterly numbed out by tragedy. The oil spill in the Gulf, the continuing, utterly pointless wars in Central Asia, climate change and the appalling lack of action to mitigate it, the dramatic swing towards crazy in American politics, the sheer brazenness of the manipulators of our economic/legislative system...
It's enough to keep one up at nights, but it doesn't. I rarely feel anything about these issues anymore and that scares me. Maybe its because I'm an expat living so far away from it all, but I doubt that's it. I think everyone is suffering from this problem and I think its because of everything I've been saying already... our nerves are over-capacity so we can't emotionally or intellectually process these issues to the degree that is required. This IS the modern horror and it should be stopped.
I'm not suggesting a return to the "good ole days of yore" because really, they had it hard. Really hard. But we've really got to slow down and give our nerves a break. Fortunately a dramatic combination of peak oil and climate change may do exactly that. In the meantime, keep exercising as it really helps wipe out stress. Meditate, do yoga, hell, just SIT STILL for 15 minutes and do nothing and it'll help.
And above all... imagine that future world where we still have some of the benefits of modern technology but the pace of agrarian life. I'm sure we'll get there someday. Better to chose it than to have it chosen for us.
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The Banksters of Capitalism |
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TEOTWAWKI
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Wednesday, 28 April 2010 |
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There's been so many great articles of late, poking a stick into the still-warm corpse of Amerikan Demokracy and how the money machine keeps faking its heart beat, distracting us from realizing that something smells funny in here. Too many articles, too little time, but I just HAD to save a few of these for posterity:
- James Howard Kunstler on how the whole jig is destined to fail
- Jim Hightower on casino capitalism (which simply explains what they're really doing to make money)
- Matt Taibbi with an in-depth profile on the Great American Bubble Machine
Here's my take on it... Wall Street is Dr Frankenstein and Washington is its Monster. The metaphor brings up inevitable images about angry villagers and torches, but personally I think that approach is a waste of time as it will likely result in a lot of unnecessary ideological clashes of the blue/red kind (which is all just an argument about what kind of daddy you want).
So what's to be done? Go local. Like REALLY LOCAL. Start with blocks, then neighborhoods. Because when the beast falls and the dust settles, its you and your neighbors that will be out cleaning up the mess.
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Economics as Religion |
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Tuesday, 24 November 2009 |
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Usually this section of the site is reserved for my essays, but this one had to be included here since I wish I'd written it.
Religion and Economics deftly frames neo-liberal economics as a modern religion. Framing is an extremely important cognitive tool that allows us to see through the haze of habit and get a clearer vision of the world as it is, not as we've become habituated to see it.
If there was something on this planet that stands in need re-framing above all else, it is neoliberalism, a system of economics that concentrates massive wealth, steals the resources of the global poor, caused the current economic crisis and is directly responsible for most of the world's ecological disasters.
John B. Cobb Jr.'s essay, while a bit long-winded, point by point compares the phenomenon of neoliberalism that bears a striking resemblance to the world's religions in the "glorious" principles it espouses, the commitment it requires of its believers and the worship of its deity above all else.
This is an extremely useful re-framing of the economics of unregulated growth, not just because we're all feeling the disastrous effects of its methodology, but that we assists in a complete paradigm shift of its essence, in order to help us break free from the spell it has so thoroughly cast on this planet.
Simply put, economics is a religion we need to stop worshiping before its too late. Reading Cobb's essay helps realize we're in a temple of someone else's making and its time to walk out.
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Finally Someone Explains the Money System |
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Paradigm Shifts
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Monday, 23 November 2009 |
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This is the best article I've seen that clearly explains the Federal Reserve System, the understanding of which requires a MAJOR paradigm shift.
Simply put, if you're pissed off at how the economy was trashed and want an explanation (and likely a target to focus your rage on) then these essays will help. Its impossible to understand the mess without understanding the root of it -- the money system. If you've never read anything about this before, I highly recommend diving down this particular rabbit hole, because otherwise, its all a lot of shadow boxing.
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Peak Oil as a River in Egypt |
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TEOTWAWKI
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Monday, 23 November 2009 |
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I love the old teenage taunt about traveling down a river in Egypt (da nile) and it would be funny in this context except, well, its just not. Peak Oil is a real deal when it comes to TEOTWAKI. And finally we've got a decent whistleblower:
At last we know...sort of. An article in the UK newspaper The Guardian for November 9, titled “Key Oil Figures Were Distorted by US Pressure, Says Whistleblower,”
reveals what hundreds of analysts have been trying to convey to world
leaders for years: The global oil supply situation is critical and
getting worse, and vested interests are playing key roles in covering
up this devastatingly inconvenient truth.
That post was from a blog on the Post Carbon Institute's website. They are a fantastic organization tirelessly working to promote alternatives to a carbon based civilization. Mainly it boils down to local, local, local. Very worth checking out if you need some ideas about how to rebuild society once the cheap oil runs out.
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A New Way of Looking at Drinking Water |
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Paradigm Shifts
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Monday, 23 November 2009 |
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We're living through such an amazing era... intense problems birthing radical solutions. Case in point:
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Buh Bye iLike |
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Music Blog
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Sunday, 22 November 2009 |
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Just learned today that MySpace bought out iLike which was a music sharing service that I, er, used to like.
But since Rupert Murdoch is the anti-christ (he owns MySpace along with Fox "News") I'm sure that I'd lose sleep (or my lunch) knowing that his slimy little gollum fingers were all over my music.
So sayonara iLike. So sorry you had to sell out and make yourself all icky.
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Angst, Time and Gothic Music |
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Saturday, 31 October 2009 |
Boy, that title could be rewritten so many different ways, with so many different combinations of words... suffering, youth, pain, torment, adolescent, new wave, headphones.
The other night I did something unusual. A ritual from distant, deep memory -- I turned out the lights, put on some headphones and listened to an album straight through. Truth be told, I've done that countless times listening to my own albums, but usually as part of the process of analyzing, proofing, etc. Its been a much longer time since I put on one of those albums. You know the ones. The kind that pull you in to your heart-wrenched pain, providing catalyst for tears and release.
In this case, it was Tones on Tail's Night Music. But there were others through the years. Roxy Music's Avalon, The Cure's Disintegration, any of the first three Smiths' albums. Ohh how the Brits are capable of concretizing the pangs of adolescence.
The album itself is stunning. A masterwork anchored in the goth/new wave era, yet somehow completely untethered by the usual constraints of genre. It feels liberated from its time and place, which was an odd sensation, since its also how I felt, listening to it for the first time in perhaps 15 years.
Liberated, because there were no painful tears, no gut-wrenching agonies that had been embedded in that music when I first heard it so long ago. They were gone, only to be replaced with the still regrets that time brings.
The irony of adolescent angst is it's freedom. As teenagers, whether our suffering is real or imagined (which I must admit I was victim of both), the incongruity lies in how liberated we are to feel, regardless of how many of our emotions center around feeling trapped. We're teenagers -- having no control of our own destiny, assailed on all sides, tormented by a thousand different pangs. But we're free to feel these things. Never in one of those "late night with headphones" would I have conceived that the real feelings of being trapped would come later. Trapped by survival. The need to keep going, regardless of how you feel because life demands it. Work, love, money, pressure.
In many ways I was relieved to find, listening to that exquisite album after such a long absence, that so many of my adolescent torments had long-since dissolved. But at the same time, I missed the catharsis that was so easy to come by in my youth. Instead, the feeling of dull, locked away caverns of regret and remorse, still with me but still inaccessible by the pressures of time. Maybe to be opened once again, if the emotional "liberation of youth" that I took for granted is allowed, by time, to make another grand entrance.
As the album reached its end, there was no mourning for the last note, no tears to wipe from salty cheeks. Just an odd feeling for their absence and the lingering feeling that I should probably get to bed. To be prepared for the demands a new day would bring.
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