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Is Life Important to You?

On Sunday August 18, 1996 (yesterday), my girlfriend and I went to Piedmont Park in Atlanta for a picnic. After lunch we walked around the park and just enjoyed the day. Then, I came upon a group of artists that were having an exhibition. However, this was no ordinary exhibition. They were license plates made by juveniles in prison. The artists asked the children to write one question that would make people think twice before ending up in the same situation that the child had ended up in. Then the artists asked people to take, for free, the license plates and put them on the front of their cars as a moving art work, around Atlanta. I was impressed, but I did not realize the symbol that lie ahead.

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Avoid the Ivory Tower and Stay Practical

I was interviewed by IT Business Edge a couple of weeks ago. It’s a great little weekly newsletter for IT professionals. One of the questions they asked me was, “Do you have any KM horror stories you’d care to share with us?” I had more than one to chose from, but chose to highlight the following:

    I saw one life sciences company where there was a very serious investment in KM. After all, their knowledge capital is all they’ve got. They started with best practices (something called the Dublin Core) which is a pretty good set of metadata tags. But whereas most companies cull that list down 50 percent, they doubled it! So you had to go through this arduous task of entering 30 name-value pairs before you could upload a document. Instead of more sharing they got the opposite. Nobody shared.

Humor So Dark and Twisted

Is my sense of humor so dark and twisted that I take a sick pleasure in seeing those that have wronged me in pain? It’s an indulgence I dare not let myself entertain too often otherwise I would find myself alone in the world – surrounded only by ego and darkness. I feel like a child pulling the legs off of an insect only to watch it squirm legless on the ground. It’s darkness overshadows any comedy value it could possibly have. Bergson once said that there is no better judge of character than by what a person finds funny. Read more

Jung and Alcoholics Anonymous

Jung is credited with having set the course for what today is known as Alcoholics Anonymous. No, not the founder of A.A. – that was a joint effort from Bill Wilson, a stock broker (alcoholic) and “Dr. Bob” an Akron, Ohio, M.D. (also a confessed alcoholic).

It was Bill Wilson who told a story of one of Jung’s patients, “Roland,” who was helped by Jung. Roland then associated with the Oxford group of the day (in the 1920s I think). It was Wilson who likewise in his attempt to get sober visited the Oxford groups, meeting Roland, who informed Wilson of Jungian psychology and the need for change at depth. Wilson later had one of these “conversions” — not to be confused with emotional stage healings as seen on T.V. Wilson’s “spiritual experience” led him to form A.A. with Dr. Bob. in the 1930s. I have found much of “Jung” in A.A. philosophy — not the “pop-rehab-behavioral-Skinner-type” A.A. as preached by what seems to be nearly every “social agency” that deals with alcoholism and drug addiction, but rather A.A. at its deeper levels as suggested by Wilson and others in the early AA’s in their understanding of the “spiritual” necessity — a complete renewal of the mind in order for recovery to come about.

There is a one or two line mention of Jung in A.A.’s text book (the Big Book), “Alcoholics Anonymous?” (pp. 26, 27.). When Roland reportedly asked Jung if there was any sure way for an alcoholic to recover — truly recover, Jung is quoted as saying, “Yes, there is. Exceptions to cases such as yours have been occurring since early times. Here and there, once in a while, alcoholics have had what are called vital spiritual experiences. To me these are phenomena. They appear to be in the nature of huge emotional displacements and rearrangements. Ideas, emotions, and attitudes which were once the guiding forces of the lives of these men are suddenly cast to one side, and a completely new set of conceptions and motives begin to dominate them. In fact, I have been trying to produce some such emotional rearrangement within you. With many individuals the methods which I employed are successful, but I have never been successful with an alcoholic of your description.”

It seems that Jung’s pronouncement that the only hope for Roland was a “spiritual experience” was the final straw in Roland’s treatment. He was deflated to the point of “giving up.” As a result he had the “rearrangement” and later explained it to “Ebby” who in turn explained it to Bill Wilson who explained it to Dr. Bob, who formed what became A.A.

Jung played a vital role in the eventual formation of what people now recognize as A.A. At last count, I counted over 140 Twelve Step programs patterned after A.A.: e.g. Overeaters Anonymous, Narcotics Anonymous, Gamblers Anonymous, and many more. Jung’s ideas have obviously traveled far more than possibly even some mainstream analysts may know.

Credit for this information should probably go to those before me who led me in the right direction to discover it, particularly Ernest Kurtz with whom I spoke briefly a number of years ago about his book, Not-God: A History of Alcoholics Anonymous (1979: Hazelden Books, Center City, Mn. 55012). Kurtz’s notes on Jung’s role in A.A. are found on pages 8 and 9 and in a couple of wonderful footnotes on the subject on pages 252 & 253, notes 5 – 8. Kurtz quotes from a 1961 letter written by Bill Wilson to Jung and from Jung’s reply, which was published in an A.A. monthly magazine, “Grapevine” (Jan. 1963 and Nov. 1968(?)) All–or I would suspect most–of the official documentation on this may be found by contacting A.A.’s main office in New York and the Hazelden folks in Center City, Minnesota.

Jung, no doubt, did wonders in moving along the world of psychotherapy, but he did even more than that in my opinion. He helped make it possible through a set of circumstances (unconsciously on purpose, so to speak) to have an organization, and many more like it, that has helped millions upon millions to recovery. Many, even in A.A., especially the “newer” A.A. members, do not know Jung’s part in the whole picture.

Read Wilson’s letter to Jung, here and Jung’s reply, here

My Motivation is Pretty Low…

Life has been pretty laid back here. California just seems to do that to everyone. I’m about to finish up at one company and I’m moving soon work for another. They’ve got some huge, cool project they want me to be on. I feel like I’m making progress. That probably doesn’t say much though because studies of only-children say that they always feel like they’re accomplishing something. I’m going to try to finish my Ph.D. program in the fall. That will be an actual accomplishment. It’s completely unrelated to my career – so my motivation and sense of urgency are pretty low. I’ve managed to keep up my amateur interests in psychology and still run my websites … maybe that’s enough for now. Work stuff is going well.

My personal life, however… my college sweetheart cheated on me last year, got pregnant, and then got married. Have you ever had someone pull your heart of your chest, throw it to the ground and just begin stomping on it? That was a lot for one summer. I was in no shape to work so I quit my job, packed up my apartment in Atlanta, gave away all my furniture, and went to Manhattan for a couple of months. Manhattan is always therapeutic for me. It’s so big and out of control that it reminds me that life really is big and out of control. It’s kind of like the people on a roller coaster that cling to the bar, while other people just throw up their arms and scream. Every so often I need to be reminded to just throw my arms up and enjoy the ride.

Anyway, I dread the thought of dating again. While I was in New York, I finally decided it was time to re-engage with the world. I was honestly entertaining the thought of moving to China and teaching little kids English for a year or so. I realized that this salary would never support my ever growing need to possess the latest techno gadgets nor allow me the luxury of traveling on a whim. What can I say; my interest in depth psychology is inversely proportional to my sometimes amazing superficiality.

I’m not sick, but I’m not well…

I had visions, I was in them. I was looking into the mirror to see a little bit clearer – the rottenness and evil in me. Fingertips have memories and I can’t forget the curves of your body. And when I feel a bit naughty I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes, but no-one ever does.

Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding. The cretins cloning and feeding … and I don’t even own a TV. Put me in the hospital for nerves and then they had to commit me. You told them all I was crazy. They cut off my legs, now I’m an amputee, god damn you. I’m not sick, but I’m not well.

I want to publish scenes and rage against machines. I wanna pierce my tongue, it doesn’t hurt it feels fine. But you don’t look so fine. I’d like to turn off time. To kill my mind. To kill my mind. Paranoia, paranoia … everybody’s coming to get me, just say you never met me. I’m running underground with the moles, digging in holes. Hear the voices in my head, I swear to god it sounds like they’re snoring. But if you’re bored, then you’re boring. The agony and the irony, they’re killing me.

I’m not sick, but I’m not well. And I’m so hot, cos I’m in hell. I’m not sick, but I’m not well. And it’s a sin, to look this well.

Not So Deep Thoughts

I remember being in middle school and just listening to records (that’s pre-CDs for you youngsters) in my room and wondering to myself why no one else seemed to listen to the same kind of music I did. I mean this wasn’t fringe, cool to listen to, counter-cultural stuff. The music I was listening to was just plain weird – stuff my friends had never even heard of. I was a huge Adam Ant fan (this was way after listening to Adam Ant was cool … if it ever was). A few years ago Nine Inch Nails covered Physical (You’re So) on their Broken CD. Trent Reznor had personally chosen to record this amazing Antmusic relic. I was finally vindicated.

I still remember the first two record I ever bought (or actually my Mom bought for me): Culture Club’s Colour by Numbers and Motley Crue’s Shout at the Devil. It was a big day marked by not only by this very important acquisition but it also symbolized an interesting dichotomy in my musical taste that is still with me. Maybe this musical preference is encoded in some as yet undiscovered gene? If you know anything about Culture Club and Motley Crue, you know that in the 80′s there couldn’t have been a wider gap between two groups around. Of course, they both did wear makeup … Hmm. Then again I think all 80′s bands wore makeup. But that’s another story.

The point is that I have always loved the super-trendy pop hits – at least for a week or two. I also love Ministry, Nine Inch Nails, and Marylin Mansion. To most people this wouldn’t seem like much of a problem but to me this is a huge problem. It represents these two unreconciled parts of myself. On the one hand I am extremely superficial and shallow, on the other I am a pretty intense deep thinker. You see, I spend much of my time worrying about things like whether the big band was caused by the smashing together of two universes. I usually do it listening to Britney Spears though. Of course, when I’m doing something like mowing the lawn I love to listen to Nine Inch Nails. It’s as if my both sides of my brain are asking for fuel and the really dark, industrial type music stimulates that astrophysics side and the Britney Spears music works the more emotional, less analytical side. Now, I know you may be saying to yourself, “Yeah, and…”

But isn’t that kinda cool? It’s yig and yang. Britney and physics, NIN and mindless physical labor. I think I may be onto something with this whole left brain, right brain thing. What do you think?