Wordless Wednesday - Fiona and the Snake
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Wed, 02/20/2008 - 08:19House Sale, Work, Upcoming Events
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Tue, 02/19/2008 - 21:14T.S. Eliot said April is the cruelest month, but it looks like March might be more complicated for me. Tomorrow, I leave for the American Group Psychotherapy Association annual meeting in Washington, DC. I’ll be gone through Sunday. I’m busy making plans for trying to keep on top of everything that is piling up and leading towards a busy March.
First, there has been a steady stream of potential buyers visiting the old house back in Stamford. I am expecting an offer or two any day. It is a welcome relief. I had been thinking that the house would be sold off at an auction, but now that seems much less likely. So, while I’ll have to stay in touch for developments on that.
Then, there is work related stuff. I haven’t found the steady source of income I need, but consulting gigs are turning up more and more, and I may end up working on a few projects during my train ride to DC.
Added to the mix is the Avery Doninger case. It is now scheduled to be heard in the Second Circuit in New York City on March 4th. I’ve spoken with several people who talk about what an experience it is to attend the Second Circuit. So, I’ll go from blogging a Group Psychotherapy conference to blogging a trial at the Second Circuit. It should be very interesting.
To tie things all together, there is an exciting development with the house in Stamford that I can’t blog about yet. It adds one more level of complexity to the whole situation, but looks beneficial to everyone, and very cool as well.
Now, this evening, I’m on a conference call, that is a mixed reality event in Second Life with Rockridge Nation. I am getting more information about the Virtual State Fair, sponsored by the Cooperative Extension and I’m trying to follow all of the latest Second Life Stock Exchange drama. Meanwhile, Kim and Fiona watch American Idol and I’m hoping to follow some of the Wisconsin primary returns.
So, I try to get all everything organized for me trip, amidst interruptions.
A meaningful war on terror
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Tue, 02/19/2008 - 13:23The terror of the shooting at Northern Illinois University is a different sort of terror than the terror of September 11th. We can easily racially profile those Arabs that crashed planes into the World Trade Center and start wars in other countries to deal with our anger and anxieties. Yet how do we deal with it when the person who perpetrated the terror looks like us, was a good student and so on.
Recently, I’ve received emails and read blog posts suggesting a few different approaches. The first is by poligirl on DailyKos. She talks about growing up in a family where people talked openly about mental illness. She talks about dating a boy who had all the signs of mental illness. She tried to raise the issue with the family, but they didn’t hear her. Instead, the boy took his parents hostage and ended up in a standoff with a SWAT team which ended in his suicide.
Then, from the Group Psychotherapy mailing list, I learned the story of Larry Trapp. Larry was a leader in the Ku Klux Klan, who had plans to blow up a synagogue until the Cantor reached out to him, touched the underlying hurt and ultimately brought Larry out of his hatred.
All of this ties to a discussion on mailing list of Democratic activists that I’m on. One person wrote:
I just heard that Illinois has declared the university a disaster area so they can get FEDERAL FUNDS for grief counsellors. Does this make any sense? I'm sorry about what happened, but why should the rest of us pay for grief counsellors for a local event in Illinois? Anybody got a clue?
I responded,
It sure makes a lot of sense to me. First and foremost, I believe that what has made our country strong and great is our willingness and our ability to help out our fellow Americans in their times of need.
Yet forgetting the altruistic aspect, there is another part we need to consider. As I read through the reports out of DeKalb, everyone is asking how this could have happened. Steven Kazmierczak seemed like the bright, helpful student, yet digging deeper, he had a troubled past. Would access to better counselors in the past have prevented this atrocity? Will Federal Funds to help people in DeKalb deal with the grief prevent future similar atrocities? I don't know, but personally, I believe it is a wise investment in the effort to keep our country safe, whether or not you have any commitment to your fellow citizens.
It is wrong to use profiling to suggest that Arab people, or people with mental illness are likely terrorists. There are many Arabs and many people with mental illness that lead wonderful lives. Yet as the stories above illustrate, by taking mental illness out of the closet and providing help to people that need it, we can make our world a better and safer place.
Dream
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Tue, 02/19/2008 - 10:42Perhaps it is anticipation of the AGPA conference that has brought some of my dreams to the foreground. Perhaps it is something else affecting my sleep patterns. I’m not sure. Yet, last night, I had another curious dream that has stuck with me until the morning.
I was off in some other world. It wasn’t heaven, but something closer to God’s command and control center, where he was sending people and angles to deal with issues on earth. I wasn’t sure what I was doing there and no one else seemed all that sure why I was there either. Apparently, any regular person there was supposed to have some sort of mentor or agent guiding them. In addition, there were these little tokens, sort of like the plastic toys, no larger than an inch tall, that you were supposed to have to help you get back and forth and help with your mission. As an example, one was a small pink plastic giraffe. I had no such tokens either.
So, I was trying to find a mission, a mentor and appropriate tokens, or at least to find a way to get back to earth.
1983 Journal: Feb 1-4
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Mon, 02/18/2008 - 19:54February 1, 1983: Another day with nothing to say. NY Times picture of Reagan at National Conference of Religious Broadcasters praying. “The man with his eyes open is the Secret Service agent”. The hand reaches, pauses, reaches, pauses, but does not grasp the subway pole. I did not read anything except the Times, and hence, again, my writing seems to suffer.
February 2, 1983: Ab’s birthday, ground hog didn’t see his shadow. Late night drinking with Steve. Tomorrow bleed, presentation, opera. Read a little wrote a little. Good thinking at prayer group. Good night. Thirty words a night and I call this writing?
February 3, 1983: It was the beginning of your typical New York romance. A weeknight opera, after a hectic day. Great discussion. Literature, scotch, subways. I reached the two gallon mark today. Violets, wither, get poisoned. Valentines day, like back in grammar school. Send lots of cards. Concern about keeping writing private.
February 4, 1983: Tired. These late nights are taking a toll on me. Climbing into bed to read and listen to music. Tom Hoeft goodbye lunch today. Lots of Sangria. The kind you lose track of how much you’ve had after your first couple sips. Image of yesterday: Manikin on bicycle.