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January 22, 2008

Of Small Communication

The meaning and use of communication is a question that may have been of interest to philosophers in the past, but was hardly a topic of interest to everyday people.  If two farmers from neighboring towns met on a road, their communication would be obvious.  First, there would be some issues of status- whether or not they are friendly, how any differences in economic strata might play in.  Assuming they were friendly, they might share information about the weather and about the markets.  Perhaps some social news.  Via this discussion, each would walk away with a wider view than when he had entered the conversation.  Communication was thus a means of gathering information, just like touch or smell or any other means of interacting with the wider world.

Urbanism brings a new importance to filtering communication.  One is at risk of being swamping by useless information and means of avoiding communication are as important as means of accessing communication.  An etiquette develops of who you do and do not communicate with.  Tribalism, by occupation, by social class, and by family or religion or ethnicity intensifies.  An introverted friend commented that if he'd been born in urban India he would have suffered acutely.  And indeed it is India where the idea of finding truth by avoiding communication has been perfected- the hermit seeking enlightenment, Gandhi taking one day a week to not speak.  Communication filtered out.

In American popular culture, we still have the frontiersman's belief in communication.  The Supreme Court has reinterpreted freedom of speech to also mean freedom to hear.  We believe that communication-- even advertising, even outright falsehood-- has value and tells us something about the world.  When filtering is done, it is done by the individual and it is done in terms of meaning.  The difference between American and European views of communication are best expressed by the fact that when Americans want to give an example of dangerous communication they reference shouting fire in a crowded theater; when Europeans want to give an example of dangerous communication they reference the killing of six million Jews in the Holocaust.  Europeans, therefore, put more emphasis on social/legal filtering of communication and of filtering by facts.

An individual today faces a paradox: on the one hand, there are the global, constant, present, networks of communication opportunities; on the other hand, communication has gotten very small.  Moments of talk on a cell phone between errands, a couple of sentences on a message board or via email, or just a couple of letters and numbers on a text message.  In 2007, two brothers who grew frustrated with their limited texting made a pact to video email each other every other day- one brother doing a video one day and other replying back the next day.  Video email could only be considered "big" communication in juxtaposition to texting.

Human communication never was only about widening a world view and getting information.  Communication has always had a touch of the divine.  "For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them." (Matthew 18:20)  There is the sense that in true community, we touch something not just wider than our own immediate experience, but something more expansive than our own experience of existence.  If all went well, those two farmers meeting on the road walked away with that expansiveness in their hearts as well as information in their heads.

In this world of small communication, it is now possible to experience communication which does not widen the experience of the world and which bypasses expansiveness.  Tribalism can be tightened down to the tribe of one.  It is more possible than ever to live a life of solipsism, channeling in only communication that echos your own thoughts.  The "flame wars" on today's internet are an expression of the outrage of solipsism disturbed.  "Smallness" communication is now considered polite.  The individual determines the meaning of the response before you've ever responded.  Consequently, if someone writes on a chat board that they "told someone off" (telling people off being exactly the ethic of the era, never mind any larger communication), the only acceptable response is  "Ya!  You tell 'em!!"

And yet, community exists.  It exists more frequently than I think it does- I am always surprised (pleasantly) when someone on the internet engages me rather than pre-determines my meaning as just a piece of (misbehaving) scenery in their world.  Because of my expectation, my internet communication tends to be mainly a letter by me to myself.  In behaving this way, I've failed on all of Sartre's commitments- I'm not writing to anyone.  Or, even worse, I'm writing to a muse, a prime reader, that will someday appear and proclaim that he understands me (interested muses please apply via match.com), that he is willing to be my scenery before we've even met.

For all the hand-wringing over small communication, there is one thing that is worse: no communication.  Plenty about the inhumane mechanics of modern life press toward a zombified existence of non-communication.  The flame wars are fanned most furiously by a crowd of young people who have been cut off from the advantages of adult communication.  Something started slipping with my own cohort (I'm in my early 30's) and seems to continue to have gone further and further awry.  Gertrude Carter, a college councilor, and co-writer Jeffrey Wiseman discuss this issue in their article, "The Illusion of Certainty: Do Advances in Psychopharmacology Suggest That Students' Inner Livers Are Irrelevant?"  They write:

These fractured interactions with caregivers [psychotherapists who previously prescribed medications to the students with little interaction] seem to mirror the student's past inconsistent interactions with caretakers.  Their need to restore and strengthen interpersonal relationships is not recognized in the effort to control symptoms with medication.

These young people have been failed by the real world and for a stunning number their meaning as humans has been reduced to brain biochemistry with no concern for the fundamental human connection that is missing from their lives.  And yet they show up online.  The enormity of the communications infrastructures means that we all still want to try.  Community, real community, intense community, can be built out of this small communication.  Real relationships and real meaning require stepping up out of the small before we can reach the expansive, but there is nothing about small communication that says that a person has to be trapped there all of the time.

My life was saved by a bunch of women on a Weight Watcher's chatboard.  Using small communication, people who were probably mainly lecturing themselves changed my world.  Based on the connections formed in that environment, I've then been able to have more meaningful communication and relationships with the same people in the real world.  And in the real world, I've been set free from the very real limitations of obesity.  That's access to the wider world, and expansiveness, all out of small communication.  Perhaps we should be done with the hand-wringing.

P.S.

Aside from considering my interactions with my Weight Watcher's group and reading the Lévy book and the pharma books before that (the manipulations of tribalism are discussed in Generation Rx and the reference for the Supreme Court case is given, the hearer's right to hear is what permitted Direct-to-Consumer pharmaceutical advertising, also the book was where I first read a reference to the writing of Carter & Wiseman), an article by News & Observer writer Peder Zane, "We're Servants of our Overload" and subsequent email conversation with David at Breakfast with Pandora (who has been doing quite a few posts of his own about communication, media, the internet, etc.) set off this particular word explosion.

January 19, 2008

Commitment to Reality: The Drought, Lévy's book on Sartre, and Mourning Addiction

The Drought

The hysteria over the drought in North Carolina reached (I hope!) the zenith of it's absurdity when the News & Observer published the latest of their water saving tips: hair styles for non-daily washing.  This is the same paper that analyzed the water use of a normal responsible family and found that it was almost within the governor's "request" of 25 gallons per person per day.  I know someone who dutifully collects shower water to flush the toilet, and whose daily mood is partially influenced by whether or not it has rained.

Meanwhile, it has been pointed out that the water bills in most of the municipalities are impossible to read.  It doesn't matter what they say anyway, because at least one municipality has decided to put a flat surcharge on all bills (regardless of use, regardless of size of household) to cover the shortfall in revenue due to (this is so great!) people conserving.

In actuality, the State of North Carolina and it's municipalities are failing to respond to water limitation issues.  Instead, politicians are using the responsible sense of conservation and the individual social/political action of environmentalism to cover for their failure to provide leadership and, more importantly, policy.  Disorganized job and housing growth can continue one more election cycle, if only you will wear your hair in an oily ponytail for a week.  This is not stealing from the poor to give to the rich, it is stealing from the willing to give to the unwilling.  It is exactly the kind of cynical and warped appeal to altruism that so inflamed Ayn Rand.

Meanwhile, our communities go further and further down the road to unsustainability, and there will be serious pain we run into a reality that not amount of stealing from one group of the community to give to another can resolve.  This "drought" is a blip, currently of about 20% variation from the recorded mean.  If it were a serious natural anomaly, you would see changes in the environment such as the die-off of deciduous plants.  Look around- the natural world expected this kind of variability in rainfall.  We're the only ones who failed to account for it.  Look at that failure to respond map- it isn't about climate zones, it is about uncontrolled grown.  We cannot continue to cover for politicians who continue to fail to make a real response.

So live your life, wash your hair.  Heck, put an extra 10 gallons down the drain, the fish will thank you.*  Instead of carrying buckets to the toilet, put those politicians against the wall and make them face reality.

Lévy's Book

This week I started reading: Sartre: The Philosopher of the Twentieth Century by Bernard-Henri Lévy (trans. Andrew Brown).  Lévy is apparently an odd sort of figure, and the Publishers' Weekly review called the book a "haze of grandiloquent verbiage" ("grandiloquent" is an amusingly self-referential word, isn't it?).  I'm enjoying the book very much, to me it reads like a road trip: you just sit and watch the scenery go by.  How much of it is Sartre and how much of it is Lévy, I have no idea.  The books is an enthusiastic response to Sartre (the review called it a "love letter"), which is really the most a philosopher could ever hope for.  As a blogger, I write responses, riffs off whatever strikes me (I am now), so that is fine with me.

Lévy's response to Sartre's essay "What is Literature?" (pp. 60-69) focuses on the the idea of "commitment."  What is a writer committing to?  Ultimately, to reality.  The writer writes out of his time and place, for his time and place and (Sartre urges) to as wide of an audience as possible.  When it comes to this commitment to humanity, the journalist is no less of a writer than the philosopher and perhaps even more of one.  Lévy calls this last commitment on the part of Sartre "a real generosity, a superabundance of being, a prodigality -- and hence a form of courage." (p. 69)

The common criticism of existentialism is that it can descend into solipsism.  The idea that you control your life and the ways in which you do actually control your environment can turn into the wishfulness which (interesting because of it's core solipsistic nature) is best expressed by the "prosperity preachers" of today's popular Christianity.  It appears that what holds solipsism back is commitment.  Commitment to reality.  Just think of that in terms of the issues with the drought and personal and societal/politic response discussed above.

Mourning Addiction

With all of that in mind, someone from my Weight Watcher's group recently hit that moment of mourning addiction.  This experience I have found best described in Existential Psychotherapy by Irvin D. Yalom, a book I read many years ago.  There is a point in overcoming addiction when one looks back at the wreckage of previous failures with horror.  Along with the realization that you can control your life today comes the realization that you were in control of your life yesterday.  That the meaning of addiction is to have played a game with reality, a game where you made the rules and the rules said that you lose.  For some that realization is too harsh and a decision is made to simply stay in addiction, stay out of contact with reality.  For others, all you can do is hold their hand while they weep, and then turn attention toward the promise of the future.

The only thing that makes the promise of the future possible is a profound attachment to reality.  After considering the hopelessness of the entangled motivations in response to the drought, after reading this idea of the writer's commitment to reality, I'm realizing that commitment to reality has a broader meaning than I had previously considered.  It isn't just about untangling motivations- which the games of politics would prefer remain tangled. It isn't just about honest and authentic interaction with the world and the things in it- what the addiction meaning game undoes.  It is about burrowing into reality with dedication, not just accepting reality, but choosing.  Not just being there because you've found the limits of your self-definition, but committing to being in that place.

I know that my accepting phase is well; I am fairly sane and not given to the delusions of wishfulness outside of it's proper place.  Only this week did I start to understand what commitment means, and how far I have to go.

P.S.

*We use surface water here; this is not the wildly destructive act it would be in a place where pumped water is used.  If you live in one of those places and just have to do something, wash your hair and dress it nice and go protest in front of town hall instead.

H-France review of Lévy's book.

January 13, 2008

The War for Drugs, Addiction, and The Fight For Meaning

The War for Drugs

After reading The Cult of Pharmacology by Richard DeGrandpre, I'm reminded of an issue with gun manufacturers brought up in Michael Moore's movie Bowling for Columbine.  The fact is that most crime guns can be traced to a small number of retailers.  What if the FBI were to provide this information to gun manufacturers, and they could refuse to sell their product to these retailers?  If it were to reduce gun crime and improve public perception of guns, it would ultimately be in the manufacturer's interest to do so.  But gun manufacturers don't want to touch this, partly because they want to keep their industry totally separate from what people choose to do with their product.

Psychoactive drugs are not so different.  The synthesized drugs of the modern world, starting with cocaine, are not created and introduced to the public by the criminal gangs that now manage some of the biggest cash cows (like cocaine).  Rather, while pharmaceutical companies are trying to beat the patent cycle to get their investment out of new compounds before they go to generic, another kind of "natural" sociological patent cycle is happening with the criminal world.  Psychoactive drugs are introduced and popularized in the scientific, medicalized world, and then if they are profitable enough they go "generic" to the criminal world.

The end result of this is a real war, with real bullets, and real shattered communities, families and individuals.  We gasp at the absurdities of the sugar wars of centuries past, and are incensed by whatever economic motives, real or surmised, motivates more recent battles.  But in the economic war for drugs, "bad" people die to preserve the prosperity of pharmaceutical companies as they develop products for the "good" people.  It is a battle between good and evil for angel and demon compounds (p. 139) where the AMA is the Vatican, the FDA is the Office of the Inquisition, and the DIA, CIA, etc. are the executioners.

Illegal or legal, America is the most lucrative market for drugs in the world.  A rising tide lifts all boats, and Americans truly believe that drugs work- that certain chemicals will not only bring us back into balance or resist illness, but actually cause health, cause us to be "better than well."  We believe it so strongly that the illegal use of drugs is much higher now than it was prior to the era of concern over drugs (p. 128).  Additionally, the illegal drug trade directly feeds an industry built around treating addiction.  Concepts of dependence and addiction, mythologies of the magical essence of drugs that can take over the soul, feed both the drug addiction and the "need" for drugs and a medicalized process to escape the addiction.  The same concept of addiction that sells more cigarettes also sells more stop-smoking products.  The war against drugs is a mislabeling; the war is for drugs and for which kinds of drugs will be used. Your therapist is no more likely that your crack dealer to support you in leaving the church of pharmacology.

How The War Was Won

While The Cult of Pharmacology elegantly lays out the meaning of drugs and how the battle lines were created, Generation Rx by Greg Crister recounts the history of one particular battle- selling a patriotism to pharmacology, that is, getting the public to stand behind the "right" side of the line with vigor.  On it's own it presents a fascinating history that carefully weaves in the subtle intellectual shifts that arrived at the present day.  However it also engages in lame sniveling attacks at pharma that pander to a public that wants to blame someone else for the distressing reality that drugs aren't angels or demons- they are merely chemicals, which many different effects on the mind and the body.

According to Crister, the turning point in modern Direct to Consumer (rather than filtered through doctors) marketing came in response to a book by Ivan Illich called Medical Nemesis.  Illich was a philosopher who had written several other books about systems of modernity and he wrote sharply about the reductionism of modern medicine:

Before sickness came to be perceived primarily as an organic or behavioral abnormality, he who got sick could still find in the eyes of the doctor a reflection of his own anguish and some recognition of the uniqueness of his suffering.  Now, what he meets is the gaze of a biological accountant engaged in input/output calculations.  His sickness is taken from him and turned into the raw material for an institutional enterprise.  His condition is interpreted according to a set of abstract rules in a language he cannot understand...  Language is taken over by the doctors: the sick person is deprived of meaningful words for his anguish, which is thus further increased by linguistic mystification.  (quote secondary from p. 41 of Generation Rx)

Illich was criticizing the message of the mass of the Cult of Pharmacology.  Joe David, a high-flying advertising executive specializing in drug ads read it and saw a criticism of the mass being in Latin.  According to Crister, this was the turning point which, after creative advertising and a few law suits, lead to the current Direct to Consumer age.

It is hard to argue against the idea that disease and drug information should be provided to consumers in plain English.  The author tries to present sound arguments about why consumers should be protected from focused advertising, but most arguments are easily countered by the protection the consumer has in their ever increasing education.  At one point he even criticizes the idea of creating one-a-day or combo drugs simply because they are more convenient. (pp. 124 - 125)  But I've used one of medications he attacks and it is easier to use one product once a day than two different products twice a day (four uses per day). Eventually he ends up sounding nearly incensed (pp. 159 - 162) that consumers might be making their own drug choices.

Central to his argument is his buy-in that drugs are either angels or demons (although in his world they are all demons, "poisons").  Any safety issue could label the product a "harmful drug". (p. 191).  But drugs are simply chemicals that have many effects on the body.  (In his book, DeGrandpre comments on the strange fact that, when it comes to drugs, you find yourself repeating the obvious.)  Users, and their advisors (doctors), select whether or what drug to use based on what risk they are willing to tolerate for relief from what symptom.  That's medicine.  The FDA regulates how much certainty we want to have in our knowledge of drug effects, and at what cost.  Making that determination is politics.  Absolutely nothing in the universe will make a drug equal health, no amount of kind spiritedness on the part of pharmaceutical stock-holders, no amount of regulation, nothing.  A drug is just a chemical.

Dependence and Addiction in Context

Where The Cult of Pharmacology really shines is in discussion of exactly what drug dependence and addiction means.  The author discusses a seven-level scale of drug use (abstinence, experimental, circumstantial, casual, regular, dependence, addiction) (pp. 94-95) and the complexities of drug effects on the body.  He discusses the "placebo text", that is, the myth that tells an individual what will happen to their body when they consume a particular drug. (p. 120)  The voluminous information about placebos is clear enough evidence the use of a drug is about much more than interactions of chemical. DeGrandpre presents a host of animal, human, and sociological studies that show drug effects to be infinitely more complicated than just the issue of chemical placebo hints at.  The following is perhaps the heart of the book:

In fact, at the center of the new scientific wisdom remains a firm belief in the magicalism of millennia past.  As a drug ideology derived from the eternal notion that psychoactive compounds contain a unique spirit or essence, the cult of pharmacology legitimized the belief that these spirits bypass all social conditioning of the mind and by themselves transform human thought and action.  Unlike other worldly modes of influence on mind and human experience, and despite many real advances in the pharmacological sciences in the twentieth century, psychoactive substances continued to be treated in the main as spirits that could enter into the body and take possession of it.  Yes, soul was translated into mind, and spirit was translated into biochemistry, giving the appearance that science and medicine had done away with the myths surrounding what had come to be understood as "drugs."  Drugs were not demythologized, however, by rather remythologized.  Psychobabble and biobabble replaced magical explanations of drug action, creating what had become by the end of the century a new, molecular pharmacologicalism.  These modes of explanation were then used to forge a modern pseudoscience of good and bad drugs, enforced via a differential prohibition of angels (Like Ritalin) and demons (like cocaine).  The "rational" science of drugs, in other words, carried myth along with it; it was itself framed and motivated by myth--a myth of angels and demons.(pp. 104 - 105)

Our belief in drugs is truly magical.  Consider this: patients who are given a placebo and told that it is a placebo nonetheless frequently get better. (p. 60)  We kill people at home and abroad over cocaine ("No doubt the war on drugs will one day rank amongst the most shameful periods in American history." -p. 174), but we give our children the virtually identical compound Ritalin. (p. 28)  The placebo text tells us that one in a dangerous drug used by degenerates, and the other helps our children cope with the modern knowledge economy.  The author notes:

Drugs contain potentialities that lie within the drug's chemical structure, pharmacologism posits, and when taken into the body, these potentialities take hold of and transform both brain and behavior.  This way of understanding drug outcomes has great efficiency, for it affords society with the opportunity to classify drugs once and for all as angels and demons, independent of time, person, or place.  Accordingly, the evil that some drugs pose is determined not by societal conditions or attitudes about these drugs--by experience--but by the drug's essence.  A century of angels falling from grace did not diminish the popularity of this theory, moreover, since the notion of pharmacological determinism was never judged to be in error; instead, each fallen angel was declared, one after another, to have been inadequately assessed pharmacologically.  (pp. 209-210)

I do think that the author goes a bit off in his argument against the negative effects of drug addiction.  For example, he suggests that smoking mostly only reaches the level of dependence, not addiction, where addiction is defined as "an activity so all-consuming that it disrupts the normal functioning of a person's life." (p. 95)  Risking a painful and early death cannot possibly be mere "dependence".  Risking severe life disruption because of possible criminal persecution, even if an artificially created outcome, cannot possibly be mere "dependence."  I see fellow food addicts trying to split this hair quite frequently.  They want to say that they aren't addicted to food because they haven't done anything irrational to get food, or pursued food in an irrational way.  True, but they are willing to endure the prison of obesity, and possible suffering and death as well, for the food.  That rational error is addiction.

On the other hand, the war on drugs model mirrors a puritanical world-view where life is a series of tests by God.  If you are not capable of passing the test, you are not welcome to participate in our society.  It is very plausibly argued that the drugs test is not administered on a level playing field.  And of course the law has in a certain sense caught up with this as the differential sentencing between powder and crack cocaine is being struck down.  But beyond that it is a matter of presenting people of different social experiences and enrichments with an alienated drug alternative, blessing those who take the alternative one way (sanctioned drugs) and striking with lightening those who take it another way (street drugs).  While it is not completely irrational for social ideals about drug use to be encoded into law, and especially not irrational for protections from irresponsible users (e.g. drunk drivers) to be legally encoded, there is a problem with the legal and scientific encoding of the irrational.

Personal Response to the Story of Addiction and the Demythologizing of the Angels

In discussion addiction as being about more than a simple chemical reaction, the author produces a description of opiate withdrawal that I can more than identify with as a food addict:

If and when the opiate user identifies opiate withdrawal as such, still another step must be taken for drug dependence to emerge.  Specifically, he or she must complete a ritual activity that is partly physiological, partly cognitive, and partly behavioral.  That is to say, the opiate user must experience withdrawal (a physical phenomenon), he or she must develop a concern over the withdrawal experience as such (a physical phenomenon), and then he or she must engage in drug use, take opiates repeatedly to eliminate or avoid opiate withdrawal (a behavioral phenomenon).  A breakdown in any part of this biopsychosocial circuit can prevent a pattern of dependent opiate use from emerging.  For example, an individual may experience little physical withdrawal following repeated opiate use, or, as found in Scharse's study of Mexican Americans, a person might interpret withdrawal as a sign of impending drug dependence and subsequently reduce or quit his or her drug habit.  If, on the other hand, a withdrawal experience causes an individual to become obsessed with the prospect and experience of withdrawal--and to continually use in order to avoid it--the circuit will be completed, with the learning process now occurring repeatedly, thus reinforcing the drug habit at all three levels: physiological, cognitive, and behavioral. (pp. 119-120)

The consequences of food withdrawal are the simple experience of hunger and the re-emergence of the stress of everyday life.  Hunger is not that dramatic, and the stress of life is not as overwhelming as it once was.  However, I am capable of ending up in a pattern of obsession over the boogie-man of hunger.  It takes a period of time where I can remove myself from everyday life and re-learn to experience and tolerate hunger before I can return to a normal pattern of eating, at which point it seems absurd that my fear of hunger could have ever been that extreme.

One study particularly caught my eye, which was the number of studies involving cocaine at different titrations vs. sucrose at different titrations (p. 200).  All of this is meant to demonstrate that cocaine is not chemically addictive, and no attention seems to be paid to another possible interpretation, which is that sucrose is as addictive as cocaine.

An additional point is that ritual itself is not the problem.  Every activity engaged in, every response to stimulus, has a psychosocial component.  The goal is to create psychosocial experiences which are present and whole.  Mal-adaptive drug (and food) rituals are the problem, where the experience is fragmented and alienated.  It doesn't even take a substance to encourage the maladaptive ritual.  Gambling addiction is commonly understood, and at different times and places street drugs become near placebos, such as the use of heroin nationwide in 1973 when a national storage drove the purity of street product as low as 0.5% (p. 203) meaning that this was no longer a maladaptive drug culture but a maladaptive injection ritual culture.

The author tries to make the point that making pharmacologism (as addiction) part of the study of pharmacology is like making sun worship part of  astronomy (and cites the book Ceremonial Chemistry by Thomas Szasz in making this argument). (p. 221)  But pharmacologism, the psychosocial relationship with the meaning of the drug, in inherent in the use of the drug.  The author further tries to argue that drugs are only a kind of a stimulus, "...the core myth underlying the cult of pharmacology is that drugs are unique from other, traditional modes of experience..." (p. 240)  Of course this is absurd; drug use will always be part of a wider story.  Really, every stimulus is.  Meaning can be imparted in a whole way:  I once knew a breast cancer survivor on tamoxophin who kept notes about the success of tamoxophin all around her environment.  Similarly, I've realized that my food withdrawal obsession focuses on certain symptoms.  Would it not be reasonable to use the most simple and safest compounds, such as bicarbonate to prevent stomach pain, to reduce my concern about those symptoms?  (I have to admit I find myself drawn to the scientific magic of ranitidine instead, and in fact in giving my food addiction a good smack down this weekend resorted to taking it rather than the bicarbonate that I had planned on.  It was an illogical "pharmacologism" decision.)

The other side of withdrawal obsession is craving obsession.  Interestingly, it seems that craving symptoms and actual drug use do not correlate. (p. 232)  That is definitely true in my experience with food- cravings are just information.  Sometimes they are information that the devil is knocking on the door and there is no way he should be invited in, literally, to supper.  Other times it means I should feed him right away so that he'll go away and let me get back to the rest of my life.

As a last note, it is an interesting slap in the face to the addiction industry that it doesn't own the pathway to ending addiction- there are many pathways, and an individual is as likely to use the tools of the industry (medications, therapy, etc.) as not.  (pp. 117-118, citation: Waldorf and Biernacki, The natural remission from opiate addiction: Some preliminary findings, Journal of Drug Issues II (1981): 61-74)   "Recovery," whatever that means, is an individual process with an individual definition of attainment.

Meta-pharmacologism: The Hope Before Drugs

Ultimately reading these books has reinforced for me the idea that we need existentialism now more than ever.  Critler, by no means writing a philosophical work, comes to the same conclusion which he couches in the term "notion of independence."  (p. 250)  He is talking from a behavioral and policy standpoint- as individuals, as patients, as doctors, as regulators, as a society, we each need to be approaching our decisions about drugs from a place of independence.  We are not the unwashed worshiping at the alter of pharmacologism; we each can determine the meaning and experience of a drug for ourselves, appropriate for the particular role we fill.

Pharmacologism as a psychosocial story or myth, and pharmacology as a science, have both created reductionist beliefs about what a human "is".  I view this reductionism as heretical.  Reductionist concepts of addiction are the opposite of certainty about another person's choices in that it is certainty about their lack of choice.  In this addiction concept, only other people can experience pure addiction.  You yourself cannot, because your experience of your own complexity does not allow it.  Where you have been convinced to ignore your own experience of your complexity and believe a reductionist theory of addiction, something evil has been done to you and it wasn't done by a chemical.

I am perhaps fortunate in that food does not lend itself to reductionist theories of addiction, though there are plenty hot on the efforts to shoehorn it into one.  I did at one time think that there was nothing I could change about my relationship with food, that it's "just how I am."  There are people who take set-point theories about body weight and try to sell them to the obese- how absurd is it to claim that my body wanted to be 300 lbs.?  But that is the sale that is underway.  In losing weight, I've proven more than that I can manage addiction, or that I have it in me to do things that I'm proud of doing.  I've proven that as a human being, I can set the meaning of my own life.  Meaning comes before direction and action, before chemicals and other things of the physical world, and is perhaps the most important thing that a human being creates.

P.S.

Another interesting looking book about the shaping of drug and medical information and meaning: Selling Sickness

Also by Greg Critser: Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World

Also by Richard DeGrandpre: Ritalin Nation: Rapid-Fire Culture and the Transformation of Human Consciousness

January 08, 2008

Spark of Life

In the newspaper I read about the Edge Question, a call for essays in response to the following prompt: "When thinking changes your mind, that's philosophy.  When God changes your mind, that's faith.  When facts change your mind, that's science.  What have you changed your mind about?  Why?  You can read the essays here, and they are worth reading.

One of the essays selected was by Tor Norretranders, blogger (primarily in Danish, but he kindly has a category for his English language posts), and author of the sociological study The Generous Man: How Helping Others is the Sexiest Thing You Can Do, discussing a concept he calls "permanent reincarnation."

The idea is that the thingness of a living being is different from, for example, the thingness of a chair.  A chair is a fairly consistent set of molecules in a fairly consistent shape; that is it's essential thingness.  A bit may chip off, it may break off a leg, eventually it make be broken so severely that it can no longer be called a chair.  But for the most part there is no debate over the existence of the thing.  The debate is over the meaningfulness of our communication about the thing- Do we all experience the thing in the same way?  What about thing gives it the definition of chair?

A living thing is different.  Every year, about 98% of the molecules that make up a respirating creature (such as a human being) are shed off into the universe and similar, but not the same, molecules are re-taken up out of the universe.  Not only are we mainly not the same thing from year to year, if we lived long enough we would be a universal thing- each of us would have been the entire universe.  On the flip side, if I don't live, the thing that will be my corpse is only an accident of timing.  If I had died in a different year, my corpse would be a completely different thing.  Given all of this, one can only stare at the consistency of a human consciousness in total awe.

On a related topic,  in The Conservative Soul Sullivan touched on the idea of cultural or philosophical consistency.  I don't have the book in front of me to cite the particular Chinese parable used, but the idea is this:  whatever is "right" about a person, or also one could use the world "virtuous," is contained in the existence of that person and dies with her.  Any words they may have left behind are mere bones- things like a chair more than a thing like the person that wrote them.  The words may be excellent for what they are, but they are only what they are.  Human virtue has to be reborn each generation; it does not exist in books.

Indeed, as Nooretranders pointed out in his essay, it barely clings to the human corporeal.  It was astonishing enough to think that the human spirit is built over the chemicals and biologies of the human body, but it is even more astonishing to think that in our very biology is the fact that the human spirit is beyond biology.

P.S.

Of interest in relation to my previous post on multilingualism, I noted that Tor Norretranders wrote a post encouraging multilingual blogging and discussing practical issues with the practice, which he himself employs.

January 05, 2008

The Conservative Soul

Andrew Sullivan's The Conservative Soul is most excellent as the confrontation of fundamentalism that it was meant to be.  I myself am currently in a state of extreme rootlessness regarding my religious ideals and though I have rejected certain ideas of fundamentalism, others had vined their way into my thinking through the constant message that fundamentalism is religion, a message that is megaphoned out from those speaking both for and against it.

Actually, our current cultural climate not only megaphones that religion is fundamentalism, but that all morality is fundamentalism.  The choices presented by popular culture are either to accept your religion or your morality with fundamentalism, or to reject all of them together.  Because of the importance of teasing religion and morality both apart from fundamentalism, I recommend this book not only for someone hoping to understand the current political climate, but for anyone hoping to escape from errors of thought which have been inculcated into them by the fact of having been born in this time and place.  For me, the most extreme of those errors are brought to light in my food addiction, and indeed so many of the addicts thought patterns start at the all-or-nothing abyss (pp. 202 - 209) essential to fundamentalism.

Sullivan's definition and description of conservatism proper is also an excellent little refresher and primer.  He at first launches into a rather grand idea of conservatism:

This is where conservatism starts [a "definition of humanness that is marked by imperfection and uncertainty", as found in the same gospels called upon by Christian fundamentalists].  If we are all humans, then we each have a beginning and an end; and each of us has a different beginning and end.  We see the world from where we are, and our understanding of the universe is intrinsically rooted in a time and place.  We can do all we can to increase our knowledge and gain deeper and deeper insight.  We can read history and philosophy; we can travel; we can ask questions of young and old; we can debate; we can pray; we can grow through pain and amusement of daily life.  But we will never fully or completely transcend where we are.  And even if we could, such transcendence would render us unintelligible to those still earthbound. (p. 174)

While this is a beautifully written call to the conscience-based theological alternative to fundamentalism that Sullivan has explained in his book, it is more abstract that political conservatism requires.  However Sullivan is not only presenting a political conservatism, but also presenting a world-view to take on fundamentalism.  He then advances from this philosophy into something a little more solid, that in my thinking is the philosophical beginning to political conservatism:

...we live in twilight, and we are unsure whether it is a prelude to morning or night. (p. 175)

This is direct contradiction to the Marxist idea of history as progress, and the subset of Christianity known as dispensationalism.  Conservatism expects nothing about truth to come out of history. (p. 211)  In fact, politics isn't about truth with a capital "T".  Sullivan writes:

As a politics, its [conservatism's] essence is an acceptance of the unknowability of ultimate truth, an acknowledgment of the distinction between what is true forever and what is true for here and now, and an embrace of the discrepancy between theoretical and practical knowledge.  It is an anti-ideology, a nonprogram, a way of looking at the world whose most perfect expression might be called inactivism. (p. 230)

That which passes for national political dialog is actually about ideology in the broadest sense.  Sullivan refers to calling this politics a "battle of ideas" as vulgarity. (p. 199)   The opportunity to run for President is seen as an opportunity to leave statecraft behind and enter into the realm of pure philosophy.  No one currently running for President, with the exception of Hillary Clinton and her crass proposals for repackaging the economic successes of some into goods for others, are talking about statecraft.

As someone who has always been politically conservative, I find it odd to have to make the argument that politics is only about statecraft, and that politicians should stick to the business at hand.  Defining the meaning of the universe is not the job of my elected representatives; having my trash picked up on time is.  That seems painfully obvious.

With no one in the presidential race talking about statecraft, certainly none of them are talking about political conservatism.  In contrast, Sullivan returns several times to the great statement of Ronald Reagan, patron saint of conservatism, in his 1981 inaugural address:

In this present crisis, government is not the solution to our problem; government is the problem.  From time to time we've been tempted to believe that society has become too complex to be managed by self-rule, that government by an elite group is superior to government for, by and of the people.  Well, if no one among us is capable of governing himself, then who amongst us has the capacity to govern someone else?

This is conservatism, and it is important that we know it.  I have already suggested that hope starts with care, responsibility, respect and knowledge; the same four items named by Fromm as requirements for love.  When things are called by the wrong name, knowledge is perverted.  When knowledge is off the rails, there is no basis for hope.  Whatever one may think of the view currently being offered by President Bush and his team that we must allow someone else to make value judgments between liberty and security on our behalf, how it plays out in history must be judged by what it is.

The alternative, the confusion of mislabeling and misnaming, means that conservatism will head into the same morass that American liberalism has been in for perhaps fifty years.  It is actually probably too late (and Sullivan explains the problems in thought and in on-the-ground political action that have already happened because fundamentalism has been mislabeled as conservatism).  It was Sullivan's article on Obama, discussed previously in this blog, that helped me finally understand how this happened to American liberalism, crushed by it's own mislabeled fundamentalism of ideology (rather than religion) as played out in the various catastrophes of the last century.

Perhaps Sullivan is right.  Perhaps Obama, the only likely escapee from fundamentalism, is the only one who, like Bill Clinton before him, in turning the conversation to statecraft can ultimately turn the conversation to political conservatism.  But that is hoping for a history with direction, and that just isn't conservative enough for me.

P.S.

Sullivan makes important reference to Michael Oakeshott.  An Introduction, at Amazon.com.  Wikipedia article.
Sullivan also discusses Montaigne at length.  Wikipedia.
And Hobbes.  Wikipedia again.

Podcast of an author interview.  (I haven't had a chance to listen to it yet myself.)

Follow-up reading on the book:

Glen Greenwald's review of Sullivan's book and the issues discussed.

The Washington Post review of Sullivan's book by Bryan Burrough claimed that if you've ever read anything by Ann Coulter, then this book is not for you.  Actually, I so thoroughly enjoy this part of the review that I've got to quote the entire thing:

The Conservative Soul, unfortunately, is not only too polite but too high-minded to galvanize anyone without a graduate degree in philosophy.  This is not a bad thing, just a warning.  If you belong to the Elks Club, apply catsup to your scrambled eggs or have ever read anything by Ann Coulter, this is not a book for you.

You got that America?  You must be stupid, stupid, stupid. <Loafingcactus here cackles and cackles with amusement.>

For good measure, David Brooks in his review also brings up Ann Coulter, this time as not more stupid than Sullivan and his readers but as more dangerous than the Christian fundamentalists Sullivan is writing about.  While both are worth reading (as is Ann Coulter), I find the need to keep bringing up Ann Coulter as a contrast... um, curious.  It is Ann Coulter who is a force of nature in defining reality according to her own centered consistency.  True, she cannot be reasoned with in any way, but the one quality she has is truly amazing.

The Brooks article I found compelling on first reading, although I was hungry at the time.  After a snack and a re-read, no.  It's criticisms of the book are hollow, wrong.  But in criticizing the book he does present an interesting alternative viewpoint.

January 04, 2008

Bliss. And growth.

Yesterday was several hours on the freeway in the fresh snow of the Northeast.  It was not late at night, but I only saw a handful of cars the entire trip and our interactions included a polite turning-down of headlights as we approached and passed, and at one point a flashing of headlights in thanks for a particular moment of politeness.  My most precious personal relationships are all well, and I had just left dinner with a new friend who is interesting and kind.

The week of Christmas was quite different.  I broke out in itchy redness from head-to-foot that took care and attention the entire week.  A neighbor on vacation left an alarm clock set for 4:00 AM, although I was sleeping in my basement anyway because I was concerned the pets that sleep in my bed might be aggravating the skin problem.  I did develop some affection for my home over that week, which has immediately disappeared now that I'm back on the road.

In the car, I listened to Ani Difranco, an old favorite of mine, and realized that her view of the world no longer matched my own.  (As she herself has matured and grown, it is quite possible that it no longer matches her own either.)  Perhaps on another day I wouldn't have realized it so strongly, but on this particular night the stories of enmeshment with men who lie, self-consciously thumbing your nose at oppressive judgementalism, and the strength to cope with helplessness that so spoke to me in my early 20's no longer have anything to do with me here in my early 30's.  I have chosen relationships of love and respect, I make my own choices out of my own center, and I rarely find myself helpless.

Back in the day, listening to Ani Difranco made me feel that I could take on a world that was a very scary place.  Today, the world doesn't seem nearly as frightening.

January 01, 2008

New Year's Day

New Year's Day is the special holiday for hope.  I'm not sure how much can enter into the boundaries of hope-  was Queen Elizabeth hopeful when she spoke of leaving her annus horribilis behind her, or was she merely wishful?  I'm not sure.  The power of hope is not in wishfulness, and neither is the power of faith for that matter; a topic I intend to write more about in this coming year.

In the local paper this morning was a report on First Night.  Apparently the Raleigh version of the event included a Resolution Oak Tree, where you could hang your resolution.  Considering how unfortunate it is to have your resolutions revealed with your name on the front page of a newspaper section, I'll be fair and reveal mine later.  This is what The News & Observer reported:

     Amid resolutions to lose weight and get organized were promises to "Make NC a Better Place," "Give Back to Others" and "Be More Green."
     Julie and Michael Massey of Raleigh made resolutions meant to start the new year off fresh.  Hers: "To love and forgive like a child."  His: "To be a better person."

I am someone who has over almost two year lost nearly 100 lbs. and kept off 75, so I know a thing or two about the Most Popular New Year's Resolution in America.  Those things probably apply pretty well to New Year's Resolutions in general.  The more I think about it, the more I believe that Fromm's four requirements for love (I looked it up this time) also apply to hope.  The union is so clear that it brings up the question of whether hope can be defined as an act of love; perhaps it can.  Fromm's requirements for love are: care, responsibility, respect and knowledge. (The Art of Loving, p. 24)

Ultimately, a hope with no bearing on reality is just as wish.  It takes care and responsibility to bring a wish to reality, and a plan is the only way I know to do that.  A wish with no respect and knowledge is a flimsy thing that has no connection with the power of hope (or of faith or of love). My New Year's Resolutions come into my mind already in a format that falls somewhere between wish and action:

  • Onederland. (A body weight that starts with a one.)
  • Forty miles of training per week. (A minimum goal that I was already meeting through 2007.)
  • Six hours with the French language per week. (A couple of days ago I was claiming 9 as the commitment, but let's call 9 the "reach" goal.)
  • Return to a cash-based lifestyle. (After several years of living on cash, I had drifted over to my credit card with poor results.)
  • Remove from my house the things that are not useful, beautiful or meaningful. (These categories are based on David Allen's Getting Things Done, but at the moment I cannot find his specific list of things one should have vs. not have.)

As a fairly concrete thinker, it takes effort for me to backtrack from hope to wish.  I am suspicious of any New Year's Resolution that is termed in wishfulness, and I give low marks to the likelihood of such resolutions ever reaching reality.  However, reviewing my list, I can see some value in wishfulness, perhaps the ultimate "why" of my activities.  Wishfulness backs up a step, presents some other alternatives.  I suppose if someone starts at wishfulness it might not be so bad, but after starting there hope and action do have to come back to earth in their proper stages.

Hope hovers just above where the rubber meets the road.  In making a New Year's Resolution I am the kid that has wound up the car and is just about to set it down, in whichever direction I choose to go.  Perhaps that choice of direction is nothing more than wishfulness.  Hope says that it won't sputter and stop, the gears won't spring apart when confronted by tall carpeting, the dog won't grab my toys and drop them in the bushes.  From where I have had success, I say make a plan- smooth out the path, where possible tie up the dog, and let those New Year's Hopes roll.