On Social Anaesthesia

I’ve long been worried about the trend towards mindfulness and similar “talking therapies”, so it was interesting to see many of my doubts echoed in an article, The Mindfulness Conspiracy by Ronald Purser, published in the Guardian back in June.

It is sold as a force that can help us cope with the ravages of capitalism, but with its inward focus, mindful meditation may be the enemy of activism.

Although the article is a long read (and American), for once I’ll refrain from providing edited snippets. However it did help me to crystallise why it is I find such therapies worrying. I’ll confine myself to my thoughts.

I’ve not only been concerned about mindfulness – and I come from having had some recent exposure to “mindfulness therapy”. I’m also concerned at the efficaciousness of Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT) and indeed the new NHS trend for “social prescribing”.

Social prescribing CBT and mindfulness seem to me to be palliatives aimed at enabling people to cope internally and continue to fully participate in the greed economy. They are essentially “social anaesthesia”, to use Purser’s term. They do not help society as a whole sort out its fundamental ethical problems which give rise to the inability to cope in the first place. And that is the thrust of Purser’s article.

But I see the problem as deeper rooted, and emanating from the very causes which create the problems, the greed economy. Because these (mindfulness, CBT, social prescribing) are seen as “essential curses” they are peddled by the medical profession, and others, to consumers (aka. patients) in varying degrees of coercion and bullying. It’s the “we know what’s good for you; your views, desires and wishes don’t matter” attitude. Indeed the same is true of many medical interventions: eat well, exercise more, have bariatric surgery, etc. “Don’t think about it, just do it.”

That’s not to say that all of these aren’t useful interventions for some people, but if they are going to be truly effective they have to be done with the willing cooperation of the patient who understands what the “remedy” is doing and can make a truly informed decision. Only the patient can make that decision, based on the information they have, which includes their mental state and consideration of their quality of life – something the medical profession all too often lose sight of. The patient has to make the best decision they can, with the information they have, at the time; none of us deliberately sets out to make the wrong decision.

Mindfulness and CBT don’t work for me. Nevertheless they can be tremendously useful in allowing some people to calm their mental state and begin to cope with what’s happening around them. But they stop there. They don’t go on to help people understand the underlying problems of broken capitalism and the greed economy, let alone make them able to do something about it by addressing personal morals and understanding, nor society’s ethics. People are made once more into (barely?) functioning consumers, thus perpetuating the underlying problems.

As Purser says, in not quite so many words, mindfulness is a con. Especially compared with true Eastern meditation practices which are a way of life aimed at the individual’s inner self-understanding, realisation and morals; and are not “instant fixes”.

Or to put it another way, in a secular context:
Mindfulness = quickly quieting the mind to cope with society
Meditation = existing in society while deepening the mind over years.

It’s something I have long thought but never before been able to crystallise in my mind.

100 Days of Haiku, Episode 12

We’re nearing the end of my 100 Days of Haiku challenge; just over two weeks to go. I need to get out more to stimulate the inspiration; however I continue to write more than one haiku most days although many are not at all good. Anyway here’s this week’s selection.

Monday 16 September
September Sunday,
warm sunny garden weather.
Neighbours arguing.

Tuesday 17 September
Venerable bears think
haiku writing very odd.
Maybe we all do?

Wednesday 18 September
Hidden in the trees
corvids argue all morning.
Continual din.

Thursday 19 September
Locks looking shaggy.
Long overdue, today we
for the barber’s chop.

Friday 20 September
Feeding together:
jackdaw and rook, corvids both,
across the stubble field.

Saturday 21 September
Blood test and flu jab;
chance meet friend: she’s lost her son.
Life is such sadness.

Sunday 22 September
Boy cat sleeps hard in
dappled sun through chilli plants.
Study as greenhouse.

Here’s the tally of progress by week:

Week Haiku
Written
1 16
2 28
3 33
4 26
5 26
6 27
7 28
8 24
Week Haiku
Written
9 28
10 18
11 26
12 22
13  
14  
15  
Total 302


Next instalment, next Sunday.

Passing Thought on Our Time

Just this passing thought on our time (with apologies to the Oldham Tinkers).

At Parliament it used to good,
To see them think of country’s good,
But now the game has changed, tha’ll see,
They can’t talk truthful on TV.

Boris Johnson is a cunt,
Boris Johnson is a cunt,
Eee, aye, addie,
Boris Johnson is a cunt.

Monthly Quotes

Here’s this month’s collection of amusing and thought-provoking quotes …

[T]he most obvious, and most sensible conclusion is that there is no meaning to anything, no purpose for anything, no salvation, no nothing.  This isn’t at all emotionally pleasing. And so, the materialists say, we want to and reject that reality in favour of more pleasing alternative explanations based in superstition and wishful thinking. The reason for religion, then, is as a coping mechanism, to deal with how brutally pointless everything actually is when we’re honest about it. 
[Brad Warner; http://hardcorezen.info/the-meaning-of-life/6481]

Science is, after all, the deep study of sensory experience. It measures sensory experiences, compares them to other sensory experiences that have been had by other human beings. It correlates the sensory experiences of many humans and says that if many humans report more-or-less the same sensory experience, that sensory experience must therefore be real. But it does all of this in one slice of reality, the realm of sensory experience. 
[Brad Warner; http://hardcorezen.info/the-meaning-of-life/6481]

“Thoroughly conscious ignorance is the prelude to every real advance in science” [James Clerk Maxwell] … And so this is the kind of ignorance that I’m talking about, not the common usage of the word “ignorance”, not stupidity or wilful indifference to fact or logic – you know who I’m talking about. But rather this thoroughly conscious kind of ignorance that can be developed … The big question for me really is we’ve gained some knowledge, what does one do with that knowledge? And the purpose of that knowledge in my opinion is to create better ignorance, if you will. Because there’s low-quality ignorance and high-quality ignorance … science, in my opinion, is the search for better ignorance.
[Stuart Firestein]

Life is full of internal dramas, instantaneous and sensational, played to an audience of one.
[Anthony Powell, At Lady Molly’s]

Earth water fire and air
Met together in a garden fair
Put in a basket bound with skin
If you answer this riddle
You’ll never begin.

[Incredible String Band]

There are two things, to be and to do. Don’t think too much about to do – to be is first. To be peace. To be joy. To be happiness. And then to do joy, to do happiness – on the basis of being.
[Thich Nhat Hanh]

I never married because there was no need. I have three pets at home which answer the same purpose as a husband. I have a dog that growls every morning, a parrot that swears all afternoon, and a cat that comes home late at night.
[Marie Corelli (1855-1924)]

St Paul introduced an entirely novel view of marriage, that it existed primarily to prevent the sin of fornication. It is just as if one were to maintain that the sole reason for baking bread is to prevent people from stealing cake.
[Bertrand Russell]

Under this window in stormy weather
I marry this man and woman together;
Let none but Him who rules the thunder
Put this man and woman asunder.

[Jonathan Swift]

When people are fanatically dedicated to political or religious faiths or any other kind of dogmas or goals, it’s always because these dogmas or goals are in doubt.
[Robert M Pirsig]

Teenagers are how they are because it was evolutionarily useful. Long term, sticking to the safe and familiar can lead to stagnation and extinction. Having individuals strike out on their own can refresh the gene pool and uncover useful information. Hence, teens reject authority, crave independence, take risks and so on. Far from being a constant annoyance, teenagers may be the reason humanity is as smart and successful as it is.
[Dean Burnett; New Scientist, 14 September 2019]

Yes, but even though they probably certainly know that you probably wouldn’t, they don’t certainly know that, although you probably wouldn’t, there is no probability that you certainly would.
[Yes Minister]

Diaries

As I do every year I have been hunting for a diary for next year.

And before you say anything, no it isn’t too early! I already have a number of dates fixed through to the end of next year, with the need to fix further dates looming.

And as every year I am almost unable to find what I want, which is:

  • Slim diary (ie. approx 15cm x 8cms – big enough to write in; small enough to carry)
  • just a full 12 months, ie. January to December
  • portrait format
  • week to a view
  • week beginning on a Monday
  • page layout preferably: left page: Monday-Friday, right page: Saturday/Sunday/notes. But I will accept Monday-Thursday vs Friday-Sunday/notes.
  • no rules within the days
  • decent page design/use of fonts
  • online illustration of the page layout
  • available to buy online (to get a choice)
  • not out-of-the-way expensive; no I’m not paying upwards of £20!

So something very like this:

I do not want/need:

  • a hard, case-bound, leather or other fancy cover (but can compromise here)
  • something that starts in mid-year, like for the academic year
  • pretty decoration, Disney characters, etc. on the cover
  • ruled pages or appointment times
  • artwork interleaved with the diary pages
  • excess pages of front-matter and back-matter (eg. world maps, public holidays in every country, conversion tables, travel information) although a next year planner and a handful of pages for notes is useful
  • elastic or magnetic closure
  • integrated pen/pencil

As every year what I want is almost as scarce as hen’s teeth – certainly amongst the more quality offerings. In fact they are even more scarce this year then before.

I have only ever seen two examples of my preferred page layout: one last year (expensive, bulky and inappropriate for me) and another this year (full of annoying, irrelevant, twee cartoons). Why can no-one do a Monday-Friday vs. Saturday/Sunday/notes layout? I know not everyone has their weekend on Saturday/Sunday, but many people still do and it seems to me this would be a logical layout.

So who provides what?
Own brand (eg. Ryman, WH Smith) products almost invariably have ruled pages and/or wrong page layout.
Organisations (eg. RHS, National Trust, charities). Usually have hard covers. Contents are interspersed with images which (a) get in the way and (b) increase size/weight. Often expensive too.
Tallon (who appear to make most of the cheap offerings). Cheap and insubstantial – at least when I last handled one. Poor, clunky, design.
Collins. Hardly ever provide illustrations of the page layout, and when they do the pages are inevitably ruled. Often too many extraneous information pages.
Letts. Used to be good but are less so in recent years. They provide increasingly few illustrations of contents. And increasingly few unruled options. Again, often too many extraneous information pages. And to cap it all this year they seem to have decided that the week begins on Sunday (in contravention of the ISO date standard).
Moleskine. I like Moleskine notebooks and always carry one. But their diaries fail. I tried one a few years back and found they’re too chunky when you have a notebook as well. They’re the wrong size (for me), now always seem to be ruled, and are on the more expensive side.
Caspari. They’re American and less easily found here, but from experience of the last few years they’re definitely good quality. They do a range with plain-ish (“snakeskin” pattern) soft-ish covers and another range with case-bound floral design covers (actually quite attractive). But do they illustrate the interior? No, never. I’ve used them for the last several years and I know they’ve been what I want; but having been caught out by Letts’ “Sunday start” I want to check the page layout. I had to email them to ask and (to my surprise) got a response within a day showing exactly what I want. They also use quality cream paper.

So I went and ordered a Caspari diary via Amazon, though there are other online suppliers.

Am I being picky? Yes. But I don’t see why I should have to use something I find uncomfortable and is not what I want. Nor do I see why I should buy something where I can’t see the layout; why can suppliers not provide images – it’s not difficult or expensive?

So what’s wrong with using your smartphone as your diary? I don’t find this comfortable. I’ve tried it on many occasions over the years, starting with a Palm Pilot. I still don’t find it comfortable and I have always had problems getting it to sync successfully with my PC-based diary (which is actually my master diary). A paper and pencil diary, as my mobile copy, works best for me.

So more time wasted again this year hunting what I want.

Well there it is. That’s my experience. As with all such things YMMV.

100 Days of Haiku, Episode 11

Here’s this week’s update on my 100 Days of Haiku challenge. Struggling for inspiration again some days this week, partly due to this f***ing cold which won’t go away.

Monday 9 September
Tandem, bike and trike,
penny-farthing, bone-shaker:
velocipedes all.

Tuesday 10 September
Absent mindedly
daily haiku forgotten.
Recovering now.

Wednesday 11 September
Sorting cutlery:
steel forks, and silver fish knives,
cake slice and crumb tray.

Thursday 12 September
Peach, grey, silver-gilt;
pale azure blue up beyond.
September sunset.

Friday 13 September
Doubt, lies and bullshit,
uncertainty, confusion.
All have gone cuckoo.

Saturday 14 September
Azure, semé of
cloudlets argent, a chief or.
Flyer’s escutcheon.

Sunday 15 September
Black and white Rosie
cat’s getting rather podgy;
much like the humans.

Here’s the tally of progress by week:

Week Haiku
Written
1 16
2 28
3 33
4 26
5 26
6 27
7 28
8 24
Week Haiku
Written
9 28
10 18
11 26
12  
13  
14  
15  


Next instalment, next Sunday.

And they still don’t get it!

Why can no-one get their heads round what is actually the position on Brexit?

This from an article in yesterday’s Guardian:

… the UK leaving without a deal on 31 October. In practice, this can only happen if the EU turns down the UK’s request for an article 50 extension or Johnson breaks the law by ignoring parliament.

So far, so good. But then in the next sentence on the government’s publicity campaign:

… UK’s October no deal exit, as well as being factually incorrect (as it addresses an event which cannot now occur) …

Which directly contradicts the previous statement.

In fact the first statement is the correct one, as outlined in the Law & Lawyers blog. Following the last minute action in Parliament which resulted in the European Union (Withdrawal) (No 2) Act 2019 there are three situations which (legally) can now occur:

  1. EU agrees extension to 31 January 2020: PM must accept
  2. EU agrees extension to a date other than 31 January 2020: PM must accept
  3. EU refuses an extension: the Act does not address this situation; thus by operation of EU law, the UK would leave without a deal on 31 October 2019.

So the first statement in the Guardian article is the correct one. There are two instances when the UK will leave the EU on 31 October with no deal:

  1. if the EU decline a further extension, or
  2. the UK government break the law (as enshrined in the European Union (Withdrawal) (No 2) Act 2019) and fail to request an extension.

And yet people now believe that leaving with no-deal on 31 October is not now possible.

Logic? What logic?

Ten Things, September

This year our Ten Things series is focusing on each month in turn. The Ten Things may include facts about the month, momentous events that happened, personal things, and any other idiocy I feel like – just because I can. So here are …

Ten Things about September

  1. Her and my wedding anniversary
  2. Also my late parents wedding anniversary a few days before
  3. Pagan festival of Mabon celebrates the Autumn Equinox
  4. Michaelmas, or the Feast of St Michael & All Angels
  5. My late mother-in-law’s birthday
  6. Meteorological Autumn starts on 1st
  7. Nothing happened in the UK between 3 and 13 September 1752 ‘cos that’s when the UK changed from the old Julian calendar to our current Gregorian calendar
  8. Mop (or Hiring) Fairs occurred during September
  9. Abbot’s Bromley Horn Dance (above) takes place on the Monday after 4 September
  10. Great Fire of London 1666

40 Years Ago

Saturday 8 September was a lovely, warm, sunny day – as early September often is. That afternoon, at St Peter’s, Acton Green, Noreen and I were married.

L-R: Victor (Best Man), Maeve (Chief L-in-W), me, Noreen, Meg (L-in-W), Jilly (L-in-W)

The wedding was fairly low-key and quiet; unlike many of today’s extravaganzas: neither Noreen’s mother, nor my parents had much money, and we had none. It was sufficiently low key that we walked to church, early-19th century style – we lived only a couple of hundred yards round the corner – and had the small reception (lots of food, lots of wine; no band/disco) in the church hall.

Although we had known each other for 3-4 years, we’d not met regularly before the previous October when we started going out. We got engaged at New Year, moved into a flat together in the May … and here we were getting married “in under a year”. The omens can’t have been good, especially as we had a fairly rocky first couple of years: both trying to build careers, living in a fairly depressing rented flat, and “negotiating the rules of engagement”.

But here we are 40 years on. Still married; older, maybe wiser, better off; but not as healthy (who is at nearly 70?). To commemorate the day I’ve posted 40 Marriage Quotations on the website.

To this day we have no idea how we’ve achieved it! Every year we look at each other and ask “How did we do it?”. And we still don’t have an answer. Probably we never will. Which could well be why we’re still together 40 years on.

Many and more!

100 Days of Haiku, Episode 10

Here’s this week’s update on my 100 Days of Haiku challenge. It’s been quite a challenge again this week.

Monday 2 September
Moist misty mornings
with wind-blown wafts of wood smoke.
Autumn’s ambiance.

Tuesday 3 September
Today will be tough,
I’m struggling to get going.
Alarm clock strikes back.

Wednesday 4 September
Sanshin and sitar,
bagpipe and digeridoo:
music makers all.

Thursday 5 September
Cough, cough, bugger off,
stop me coughing up my lungs.
Intercostal hurts.

Friday 6 September
Brain and body strike
for better working conditions
without cold abuse.

Saturday 7 September
The Apparition,
head tucked under her arm,
walks abroad for ever.

Sunday 8 September
Tree vital for life:
climate change regulator,
balancing carbon.

Here’s the tally of progress by week:

Week Haiku
Written
1 16
2 28
3 33
4 26
5 26
6 27
7 28
8 24
Week Haiku
Written
9 28
10 18
11  
12  
13  
14  
15  


Next instalment, next Sunday.