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Monday, February 28, 2005

BTK: The Oscars

Hollywood threw a party last night.  I didn't attend--even virtually.  I have watched the Oscars almost every year since I can remember.  I've witnessed several of its high and low points, including the streaker behind David Niven, Cher's outrageous headdress that looked sort of like a blow-up of HIV, Sally Field's neurotic acceptance speech.  But the telecast began to lose its charm and grace about ten years ago.  I've watched the program with increasing distress since and last night I simply had to say "no."  I just didn't care.  I cared far more that tenacious Wichita police detectives finally nabbed a credible suspect after 30 years of cat and mouse.  Reports over the newswires this morning have indicated that the suspect has confessed.  Now Wichita can have their own little circus--ala Gary Ridgway (the Green River killer).  Whatever else may happen to him (perhaps he will be murdered in prison to increase the prestige of another inmate, as were Jeff Dahmer and John Geoghan) BTK will not face the death penalty as Kansas had no capital punishment statute when any of his crimes took place. 

So, congratulations to the Wichita police for getting their man and to Hillary Swank, actress from Washington State for getting hers: gold and 18 inches high, though he may be. 

Friday, February 25, 2005

Tried As Adults Part 2

In July I published my opinion on the sad, brutal case of the two Ephrata boys who will be tried as adults for the murder of their playmate.  Today the Washington State Supreme Court upheld the Appeals Court decision, which I believe compounds error upon error.  This is unjust, an expression of narrow judicial interpretation at the very fringe of the sensible warm motion of human experience; so much so that it is barely recognizable as a human response.

That the legislature is mulling over a bill to waive mandatory minimum sentences in cases where defendants are convicted as teens is proof of the anxiety provoked by this case.  If the two boys are factually guilty (which has yet to be proven in a court of law) they need to be punished and rehabilitated.  And although I feel sympathy for them, society--not the victim's family--is responsible for justice, which also includes mercy in extenuating circumstances.  An extenuating circumstance in this case is the extreme youth of the defendants.  Had the Washington State Supreme Court been in Solomon's place, the child in the parable would have been split in two with an axe and each half given to the women who claimed to be his mother.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Too Hard

My good friend Steve tells me I'm too hard on myself.  Maybe he's right.  But I live within my own skin and I know what's going on.  If I don't express those experiences in a way that's convincing to others, then I have a problem.  If you haven't already surmized, this blog is intended to be a glimpse into my inner world.  If that is too narcissistic for your taste, farewell and godspeed.

I hope some of what I write here has a more universal value and appeal.  To that end, I'm excited to report that I found the passage in Man's Search for Meaning that I remember having such a profound impact on me the last time I read the book.  The idea had stuck firmly to my consciousness, but when I had tried to find that passage again, I couldn't.  Rediscovering it though, was exciting. 

"To draw an analogy, a man’s suffering is similar to the behavior of gas. If a certain quantity of gas is pumped into a chamber, it will fill the chamber completely and evenly, no matter how big the chamber. Thus suffering completely fills the human soul and conscious mind, no matter if the suffering is great or little. Therefore the size of human suffering is absolutely relative."  -Viktor E. Frankl

Only a survivor of a concentration camp who is also a physician and a philospher could make such a statement and present it as an eternal truth.  Frankl is saying that you and I don't have to have experienced the horrors of Auschwitz in order to feel pain, and for that pain to be real, authentic and valid.  It is Buddhist-like in its simplicity and echoes Buddha's noble truth: Life is difficult; and also the transcendant evolution of that realization, that once we accept that life is difficult, it ceases to be so.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

Self Diagnosis 1: Borderline Personality Disorder

I seem to be engaged in a constant search for a diagnosis.  John Bradshaw has written that the desire to "know" is itself indicative of the shame-based personality.  Such folks read self-help books, journal, blog, etc., in a quest to gain self-knowledge as a method of relief.  This certainly applies to myself.  Another guru of mine, Dr. M. Scott Peck, has written that the neurotic personality is the one that feels he is wrong in the world, whereas the character-disordered personality feels as though the world is wrong and he is victimized by it.  I fall into the neurotic spectrum.  While I have had one official diagnosis: dysthymia, it doesn't cover all the bases of what I experience.  I found one condition on the internet that certainly covers more ground than "chronic low grade depression." 

Borderline Personality Disorder.  "A person with a borderline personality disorder often experiences a repetitive pattern of disorganization and instability in self-image, mood, behavior and close personal relationships. This can cause significant distress or impairment in friendships and work. A person with this disorder can often be bright and intelligent, and appear warm, friendly and competent. They sometimes can maintain this appearance for a number of years until their defense structure crumbles, usually around a stressful situation like the breakup of a romantic relationship or the death of a parent."  (Richard J. Corelli, M.D. Stanford University).

Symptoms of BPD: "Relationships with others are intense but stormy and unstable with marked shifts of feelings and difficulties in maintaining intimate, close connections. The person may manipulate others and often has difficulty with trusting others. There is also emotional instability with marked and frequent shifts to an empty lonely depression or to irritability and anxiety. There may be unpredictable and impulsive behavior which might include excessive spending, promiscuity, gambling, drug or alcohol abuse, shoplifting, overeating or physically self-damaging actions such as suicide gestures. The person may show inappropriate and intense anger or rage with temper tantrums, constant brooding and resentment, feelings of deprivation, and a loss of control or fear of loss of control over angry feelings. There are also identity disturbances with confusion and uncertainty about self-identity, sexuality, life goals and values, career choices, friendships. There is a deep-seated feeling that one is flawed, defective, damaged or bad in some way, with a tendency to go to extremes in thinking, feeling or behavior. Under extreme stress or in severe cases there can be brief psychotic episodes with loss of contact with reality or bizarre behavior or symptoms. Even in less severe instances, there is often significant disruption of relationships and work performance. The depression which accompanies this disorder can cause much suffering and can lead to serious suicide attempts."  (Richard J. Corelli, M.D. Stanford University)

It's the lability of mood encompassed in this description that applies to me.  The anger and rage I experience, especially around memories of past abuse.  In another post, I wrote about this possibly being the result of formication, and the anger and rage is experienced first, and the subconscious mind puts up pictures in order to justify the emotion.

Certainly the inability to form intimate relationships applies to me.  While I have never (at least consciously) lost contact with reality, I certainly have had shifts in reality so profound as to alter my perceptions as powerfully as say an earthquake does.  While I don't have a tremendously difficult time with self-mutilation, I do have onychophagia, which is form of that condition.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Ugh...

I don't think I'm going to continue with the Polishing program at BCC.  I think I'm going to take next quarter off.  It's just too much--too much anxiety and distress.  I'll take the $375 I save and pay someone to read my manuscript and give feedback.  Critique last night was like Tea with Torquemada: bitter and excruciating.  It enraged me and I couldn't sleep until 2:00 a.m.  I wanted to scream and bite and flame people with incendiary e-mails.  I resisted, however. 

One of the reasons I like to blog is because I enjoy brooding at the keyboard.  When I write fiction I have tried to train myself not to brood too much.  Sometimes I describe incidents and events but don't provide enough clues in the form of character reactions, to convey the emotional impact the events have on the characters.  If you think it's easy, try it sometime.  It's the same problem I had as an actor.  I could feel the emotion, but finding the right gesture, the right movement and action to convey the emotion to the audience was difficult.  A person who lives almost exclusively inside their own head probably can expect to have these problems, because one must live in one's own body.  And one's own body is the only barometer by which we put our characters' lives in context.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

One Thousand Hits!!!

Ta-Daa!  My blog passed the 1000 hit mark today.  I feel like celebrating! 

What do We Want the Police Doing?

Do we really want to give the police the right to go fishing through our trash looking for an excuse to search our homes?

That's what the Spokane judge was wrestling with.  So I'm taking back what I said yesterday about the decision defying common sense.  Afer taking a day to reconsider, the issue doesn't seem as clear.  What the police should have done in the case of the meth lab guy was set up a sting operation.  They took a shortcut to justice and got smacked for it.  Maybe that was appropriate.  Glad I'm not the judge.

Apparently crystal methamphetamine (Tina, crank) has taken over the club scene on the west coast.  I hadn't realized the problem was so huge.  I don't get out to clubs much anymore, so I'm out of the loop.  But yesterday Andrew Sullivan provided a link to this website about crystal meth and its effect on the body and on the body politic.  Extremely interesting.  The situation seems dire.