In the charming movie, Vitus, a young boy is a piano prodigy. This becomes very important to his parents, so much so that they seem to forget that he is still a young boy. Too young to understand his gift, he wants to be a young boy. His parents’ obsession becomes annoying, so he fakes a head injury to seem to lose his talent and free him to do fun things, like learn to fly airplanes with his grandfather. Eventually he takes flight in a real airplane, and flies to the villa of a famous piano virtuoso, whom he has met before. She has told him: “don’t play for them, don’t play for yourself, play for the music“. He is ready, and he does.
Golf is a ritualized hunt. The players rendevous with their weapons, then advance, spread out, approach the target, make the kill, and then re-group. And because success in hunting has been so vital and necessary in our history, hunting skill is highly valued and cultivated. Skill is doing something with precision, practiced technique, and intelligent efficiency. Doing more with less. And so it is also in golf. The best swing is the most graceful, the most rhythmic, the most simple. The best score is the least number of shots.
We talk about inclusion and equality, but we love competition. We are driven to seek, promote, and celebrate the best among us. We create competition to know who is best. We love sorting out winners and losers, as cruel as it can be for the losers, we are more than willing to tolerate the agony of loss for the losers. We gravitate to excellence, we give it special status, we dislike losers. We invite winners to feel superior, we encourage them to feel proud, we help them feel entitled.
And then, we call them on it. They walk the plank.
There is the Drama of the Gifted Child, (Alice Miller 1979). Over time the gifted are more and more loved for their gift, less and less for themselves as persons. Paradoxically, success becomes more and more diminishing. The Gift usurps the Self.
Tiger Woods is a prodigy, and a winner. He has great skill, developed with hard, diligent effort. Initially, he probably played for his parents, then he played for his fans, and then he played for himself. Whomever he may have betrayed, he did not betray excellence. That is a gift for us, and for that he deserves our admiration.
Play for the music.
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On Deep History and the Brain, Daniel Lord Smail, 2008.
Does culture evolve and if so, how? This is a big question, for if culture evolves and we can change its course, then perhaps we can change our future. We tend to see cultural history as showing a progression, a direction, and that the accumulation of knowledge is increasing in complexity and power, and is ‘passed on’ in such a manner as to influence successive cultures, for good or ill.
In On Deep History and the Brain, Danial Lord Smail suggests that the engine and logic of cultural evolution lies in the neurology of the human brain. In his thinking, biologic evolution is about genes getting what they want, and cultural evolution is about neuron’s getting what they want. Genes and neurons, however, don’t want the same things, and this may not be good. It has been said that our future would either be like 1984, byGeorge Orwell, or like Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley. Daniel Lord Smail thinks it will be like Brave New World. Genes, he suggests, want to proliferate, but neurons want soma.
Mr. Smail notes that the ideas and knowledge that ‘take hold’ in the neurons of minds the most avidly, and therefore get passed-on the most powerfully, are those that stimulate body sensations, particularly pleasure, but also fear, excitement, enhanced perception, and feelings of solidarity. These create mental energy and a sense of virtual experience. We crave, after all, experience, because we crave learning, and we particularly crave experience and learning that are low cost in energy. Vivid brain stimulation and virtual experience can seem like living and learning “for free” – at low energy cost.
And so, for Mr. Smail, History with a capital H can be seen as a story of seeking, obtaining, and manipulating increasing intensities of mental sensation. Wars are fought for access to sugar, caffeine, alcohol, and hallucinogenic drugs, and religious rituals are developed for shared ecstatic mood, body excitement, and feelings of unity. Greater masses of collective organization are sustained. Dominant elites achieve influence and control and maintain hierarchy, using both the positives of excited ideology and the negatives of threatened and uncertain physical and emotional abuse. History becomes a story of excitement, propaganda, group enthusiasm, and the control of the many by the few.
Not unlike mass societies, our brain neurons seem to have a heirarchical structure, with reward neurons at the top. Mental stimulations which activate most effectively the most reward neurons will have the most acceptance and proliferation, and these reward neurons, like pharaoh’s and kings, will drive the lessor neurons to serve their needs. Think rock concerts, multi-media experiance, drugs and alcohol, the passion of political rallies, movies, television, and “Amusing Ourselves to Death“, Neil Postman, 1985.
The direction of culture evolution may not be progress, but intoxication.
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“. . . Look around you, son. . . . What do you see?”
There is the abyss, the secret that life is ultimately empty and meaningless, that none of us really matter. It is that existential horror of being. We could dwell on it, but that would make it very hard for us to live. Life is tragic, it is full of loss, it ends in death, it can be unspeakably cruel. Yet most of us seem to rather easily avoid thinking about it. Somehow, we keep up optimism, and have a trust that horrible things won’t happen to us.
Some people simply can’t ignore this horror of being, and when they are also exceptionally perceptive and insightful, they can live with a deep and puzzling loneliness of being different, a gnawing sense of being unable to have validation. They often try, sometimes in charming and creative ways, to reach ‘normal’ people, but they fail and have despair.
Spalding Gray comes to mind. He invented the creative monologue. He gave us lively, theatrical expositions of mental journeys, musings, perplexity. Over and over he portrays deep experience, combined with a sense of missing attachment. He has some kind of inability to feel comfortable the way everyone else seems to feel comfortable, some kind of disconnection with himself. He recounts life episodes of failing to act in his own best interests, like when he can’t bring himself to be on the Johnny Carson show. He is not sure why he is who he is. “Why don’t I have children? Was it a decision I made or did it just happen?” He feels lost, and is puzzled that others don’t feel lost also.
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis, presents a retrospective of his work, Spalding Gray: Stories to Tell. Actors read poignantly and theatrically from his journal notes. Spalding is delightfully animated with wonder, doubt, and chagrin. We learn that he was annoyed, indeed obsessed, by his step daughter’s repetitive playing of the bouncy song “I get knocked down, but I get up again da da da da da da da da da”. Spalding mocks this. He derides it. It is funny, but he is emphatic. He wants us to know about this. He wants us to know that his song really, really gets to him.
Having children is an element of reprieve for him, but ultimately he can’t go on.
The program ends with a large screen photo of Spalding. In full view he is there – his puzzled, glint-eyed, emphatic, dramatic, funny, bemused expression. He makes sense. There is a sense of relief for him, gratitude, and even joy. He can be known after all, he is seen. It is all the more precious as we know he was never sure.
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Jeff Bridges gives a great portrayal, not just of a failing country music artist, but of an alcoholic.
Alcohol chiefly blocks emotional intelligence, not intellectual intelligence. The alcoholic over time doesn’t know what makes him sad, what makes him happy, what makes him anxious. We have these emotions for a reason, they teach us what matters to us, what frightens us, what brings satisfaction. The neurologist, Antonio Damasio, in his book Descartes’ Error, descirbes how loss of emotional processing leads to profound dysfunction. The alcoholic, without reliable emotional processing, becomes a baffling mixture of preserved intellectual intelligence but increasing emotional stupidity. This is Bad Blake, a man of talent and creativity who abandons a son and a wife, can’t write music anymore, and doesn’t know why.
We can explain alcoholism as a charming by-product of creative genius. We think of it as enhancing creative powers. We can be fooled into seeing it as a movingly tragic antidote for gifted peoples’ special pain. This movie, though, gives us none of that. Bad Blake was bad because he was a alcoholic, and he became sensible, and talented, when he stopped drinking. His new woman interest didn’t waver when she saw it clearly. Somehow, she had learned, perhaps the hard way, and she wasn’t going to risk the welfare of her son.
In American Prometheus, The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer, by Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin, we find the clearly portrayed – but little acknowledged – martini alcoholism of J. Robert Oppenheimer, the creator of the atom bomb. We see that his wife was an alcoholic also, her’s more severe, he an enabler. Oppenheimer became a frustrating, puzzling mix of mental genius and emotional failure. The man who built the atom bomb eventually lost his security clearance, and his family. His son went off to live in seclusion in the mountains of New Mexico, working as contractor and carpenter, twice married and divorced.
When his daughter Toni was born, her mother suffered postpartum depression, and was drinking, “a lot”, so she left Toni with a nanny friend, and went away for a number of months. Robert Oppenheimer would periodically visit the child.
“It was all very strange. He would come and sit and chat with me, but he wouldn’t ask to see the baby. She might as well have been God knows where, but he never asked to see her.”
“Would you like to adopt her?”
No, she reassured him . . . over time he would become “attached” to the baby.
“No, I’m not an attached kind of person”.
After failed marriages, no children, and recurrent unhappiness, Toni hanged herself in the family beach house of Hawksnest Bay, in the Virgin Islands, overlooking where her father’s ashes and urn are submerged.
Many consider Franklin Delano Roosevelt to be our third greatest president. In books such as The New Dealers’s War, by Thomas Fleming, 2001, and The Forgotten man, by Amity Shlaes, 2007, FDR receives re-evaluation.
Not all went as well with FDR as has been taught. Unemployment was still 20% in 1939. There was a severe recession in 1937, Europe had recovered much faster. Eight years into his presidency, we were not prepared for war, a war easily foreseeable, and building the military would have greatly aided the economic recovery. Churchill was left to oppose Hitler largely alone for a year, and eventually the US had to side with and arm Stalin to beat Hitler. We were unable to influence the immense slaughter in Poland and Ukraine by Germans and Russians alike. FDR placed Japanese American citizens in detention camps, he prevented Jews from emigrating from Europe. Ships with fleeing Jews were actually sent back into the clutches of Hitler.
FDR shelved Einstein’s famous warning about the possibility of an atom bomb, and the English had to urge on the Manhattan Project. FDR did not move to support anti-lynching legislation, or oppose the segregationist southern democrats. His National Recovery Board supported monopoly price fixing and collusion in markets, favoring big business, placing small businesses at great disadvantage. This was eventually ruled unconstitutional, unanimously, which led FDR to try to ‘pack’ the Supreme Court. He taxed the ‘little guy’ with excise taxes, and raised taxes overall, and enormously increased government regulation. The NRA in 2 years created more federal law that all the previous years of the nation since 1789.
The Great Depression turned out to be the one exception of the US ‘boom and busts’ that didn’t quickly resolve, the only one in which government didn’t act to increase the incentives of investment and the small business economy. The hampered economic recovery served to justify increasing federal power. And increasing federal power is what he did. He targeted political enemies with IRS investigations, and muscled the elections of congressional leaders. Far from having a ‘first class temperment’, he manipulated, frustrated, and infuriated his appointees, and staff. Many abandoned him. He was the first to break George Washington’s honor code of serving only two consecutive terms.
But he was a political success. The New Deal was a political deal. FDR personally directed New Deal funds for political gain, lavishing his supporters with government funds, denying those that opposed him. He was a charming public speaker, he cultivated and pressured the press to support him and to gloss over his contradictions. He spoke a strong populist theme, but he bought elections with New Deal money. In his great electoral victory of 1936, federal spending outpaced all local and state spending for the first time. He didn’t hesitate to say opposing things to opposing audiences.
FDR died in office, galvanizing his image of victorious service to the nation, but he brought Tamany Hall to Washington, D. C.
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The Drama of the Gifted
/in All, MoviesIn the charming movie, Vitus, a young boy is a piano prodigy. This becomes very important to his parents, so much so that they seem to forget that he is still a young boy. Too young to understand his gift, he wants to be a young boy. His parents’ obsession becomes annoying, so he fakes a head injury to seem to lose his talent and free him to do fun things, like learn to fly airplanes with his grandfather. Eventually he takes flight in a real airplane, and flies to the villa of a famous piano virtuoso, whom he has met before. She has told him: “don’t play for them, don’t play for yourself, play for the music“. He is ready, and he does.
Golf is a ritualized hunt. The players rendevous with their weapons, then advance, spread out, approach the target, make the kill, and then re-group. And because success in hunting has been so vital and necessary in our history, hunting skill is highly valued and cultivated. Skill is doing something with precision, practiced technique, and intelligent efficiency. Doing more with less. And so it is also in golf. The best swing is the most graceful, the most rhythmic, the most simple. The best score is the least number of shots.
We talk about inclusion and equality, but we love competition. We are driven to seek, promote, and celebrate the best among us. We create competition to know who is best. We love sorting out winners and losers, as cruel as it can be for the losers, we are more than willing to tolerate the agony of loss for the losers. We gravitate to excellence, we give it special status, we dislike losers. We invite winners to feel superior, we encourage them to feel proud, we help them feel entitled.
And then, we call them on it. They walk the plank.
There is the Drama of the Gifted Child, (Alice Miller 1979). Over time the gifted are more and more loved for their gift, less and less for themselves as persons. Paradoxically, success becomes more and more diminishing. The Gift usurps the Self.
Tiger Woods is a prodigy, and a winner. He has great skill, developed with hard, diligent effort. Initially, he probably played for his parents, then he played for his fans, and then he played for himself. Whomever he may have betrayed, he did not betray excellence. That is a gift for us, and for that he deserves our admiration.
Play for the music.
Neuron History
/in All, BooksOn Deep History and the Brain, Daniel Lord Smail, 2008.
Does culture evolve and if so, how? This is a big question, for if culture evolves and we can change its course, then perhaps we can change our future. We tend to see cultural history as showing a progression, a direction, and that the accumulation of knowledge is increasing in complexity and power, and is ‘passed on’ in such a manner as to influence successive cultures, for good or ill.
In On Deep History and the Brain, Danial Lord Smail suggests that the engine and logic of cultural evolution lies in the neurology of the human brain. In his thinking, biologic evolution is about genes getting what they want, and cultural evolution is about neuron’s getting what they want. Genes and neurons, however, don’t want the same things, and this may not be good. It has been said that our future would either be like 1984, by George Orwell, or like Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley. Daniel Lord Smail thinks it will be like Brave New World. Genes, he suggests, want to proliferate, but neurons want soma.
Mr. Smail notes that the ideas and knowledge that ‘take hold’ in the neurons of minds the most avidly, and therefore get passed-on the most powerfully, are those that stimulate body sensations, particularly pleasure, but also fear, excitement, enhanced perception, and feelings of solidarity. These create mental energy and a sense of virtual experience. We crave, after all, experience, because we crave learning, and we particularly crave experience and learning that are low cost in energy. Vivid brain stimulation and virtual experience can seem like living and learning “for free” – at low energy cost.
And so, for Mr. Smail, History with a capital H can be seen as a story of seeking, obtaining, and manipulating increasing intensities of mental sensation. Wars are fought for access to sugar, caffeine, alcohol, and hallucinogenic drugs, and religious rituals are developed for shared ecstatic mood, body excitement, and feelings of unity. Greater masses of collective organization are sustained. Dominant elites achieve influence and control and maintain hierarchy, using both the positives of excited ideology and the negatives of threatened and uncertain physical and emotional abuse. History becomes a story of excitement, propaganda, group enthusiasm, and the control of the many by the few.
Not unlike mass societies, our brain neurons seem to have a heirarchical structure, with reward neurons at the top. Mental stimulations which activate most effectively the most reward neurons will have the most acceptance and proliferation, and these reward neurons, like pharaoh’s and kings, will drive the lessor neurons to serve their needs. Think rock concerts, multi-media experiance, drugs and alcohol, the passion of political rallies, movies, television, and “Amusing Ourselves to Death“, Neil Postman, 1985.
The direction of culture evolution may not be progress, but intoxication.
Hoping for Spalding Gray
/in All, art“Tell me a horror story, Daddy”.
“. . . Look around you, son. . . . What do you see?”
There is the abyss, the secret that life is ultimately empty and meaningless, that none of us really matter. It is that existential horror of being. We could dwell on it, but that would make it very hard for us to live. Life is tragic, it is full of loss, it ends in death, it can be unspeakably cruel. Yet most of us seem to rather easily avoid thinking about it. Somehow, we keep up optimism, and have a trust that horrible things won’t happen to us.
Some people simply can’t ignore this horror of being, and when they are also exceptionally perceptive and insightful, they can live with a deep and puzzling loneliness of being different, a gnawing sense of being unable to have validation. They often try, sometimes in charming and creative ways, to reach ‘normal’ people, but they fail and have despair.
Spalding Gray comes to mind. He invented the creative monologue. He gave us lively, theatrical expositions of mental journeys, musings, perplexity. Over and over he portrays deep experience, combined with a sense of missing attachment. He has some kind of inability to feel comfortable the way everyone else seems to feel comfortable, some kind of disconnection with himself. He recounts life episodes of failing to act in his own best interests, like when he can’t bring himself to be on the Johnny Carson show. He is not sure why he is who he is. “Why don’t I have children? Was it a decision I made or did it just happen?” He feels lost, and is puzzled that others don’t feel lost also.
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis, presents a retrospective of his work, Spalding Gray: Stories to Tell. Actors read poignantly and theatrically from his journal notes. Spalding is delightfully animated with wonder, doubt, and chagrin. We learn that he was annoyed, indeed obsessed, by his step daughter’s repetitive playing of the bouncy song “I get knocked down, but I get up again da da da da da da da da da”. Spalding mocks this. He derides it. It is funny, but he is emphatic. He wants us to know about this. He wants us to know that his song really, really gets to him.
Having children is an element of reprieve for him, but ultimately he can’t go on.
The program ends with a large screen photo of Spalding. In full view he is there – his puzzled, glint-eyed, emphatic, dramatic, funny, bemused expression. He makes sense. There is a sense of relief for him, gratitude, and even joy. He can be known after all, he is seen. It is all the more precious as we know he was never sure.
Crazy Heart
/in All, MoviesJeff Bridges gives a great portrayal, not just of a failing country music artist, but of an alcoholic.
Alcohol chiefly blocks emotional intelligence, not intellectual intelligence. The alcoholic over time doesn’t know what makes him sad, what makes him happy, what makes him anxious. We have these emotions for a reason, they teach us what matters to us, what frightens us, what brings satisfaction. The neurologist, Antonio Damasio, in his book Descartes’ Error, descirbes how loss of emotional processing leads to profound dysfunction. The alcoholic, without reliable emotional processing, becomes a baffling mixture of preserved intellectual intelligence but increasing emotional stupidity. This is Bad Blake, a man of talent and creativity who abandons a son and a wife, can’t write music anymore, and doesn’t know why.
We can explain alcoholism as a charming by-product of creative genius. We think of it as enhancing creative powers. We can be fooled into seeing it as a movingly tragic antidote for gifted peoples’ special pain. This movie, though, gives us none of that. Bad Blake was bad because he was a alcoholic, and he became sensible, and talented, when he stopped drinking. His new woman interest didn’t waver when she saw it clearly. Somehow, she had learned, perhaps the hard way, and she wasn’t going to risk the welfare of her son.
In American Prometheus, The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer, by Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin, we find the clearly portrayed – but little acknowledged – martini alcoholism of J. Robert Oppenheimer, the creator of the atom bomb. We see that his wife was an alcoholic also, her’s more severe, he an enabler. Oppenheimer became a frustrating, puzzling mix of mental genius and emotional failure. The man who built the atom bomb eventually lost his security clearance, and his family. His son went off to live in seclusion in the mountains of New Mexico, working as contractor and carpenter, twice married and divorced.
When his daughter Toni was born, her mother suffered postpartum depression, and was drinking, “a lot”, so she left Toni with a nanny friend, and went away for a number of months. Robert Oppenheimer would periodically visit the child.
“It was all very strange. He would come and sit and chat with me, but he wouldn’t ask to see the baby. She might as well have been God knows where, but he never asked to see her.”
“Would you like to adopt her?”
No, she reassured him . . . over time he would become “attached” to the baby.
“No, I’m not an attached kind of person”.
After failed marriages, no children, and recurrent unhappiness, Toni hanged herself in the family beach house of Hawksnest Bay, in the Virgin Islands, overlooking where her father’s ashes and urn are submerged.
New Deal, Political Deal
/in All, PoliticsMany consider Franklin Delano Roosevelt to be our third greatest president. In books such as The New Dealers’s War, by Thomas Fleming, 2001, and The Forgotten man, by Amity Shlaes, 2007, FDR receives re-evaluation.
Not all went as well with FDR as has been taught. Unemployment was still 20% in 1939. There was a severe recession in 1937, Europe had recovered much faster. Eight years into his presidency, we were not prepared for war, a war easily foreseeable, and building the military would have greatly aided the economic recovery. Churchill was left to oppose Hitler largely alone for a year, and eventually the US had to side with and arm Stalin to beat Hitler. We were unable to influence the immense slaughter in Poland and Ukraine by Germans and Russians alike. FDR placed Japanese American citizens in detention camps, he prevented Jews from emigrating from Europe. Ships with fleeing Jews were actually sent back into the clutches of Hitler.
FDR shelved Einstein’s famous warning about the possibility of an atom bomb, and the English had to urge on the Manhattan Project. FDR did not move to support anti-lynching legislation, or oppose the segregationist southern democrats. His National Recovery Board supported monopoly price fixing and collusion in markets, favoring big business, placing small businesses at great disadvantage. This was eventually ruled unconstitutional, unanimously, which led FDR to try to ‘pack’ the Supreme Court. He taxed the ‘little guy’ with excise taxes, and raised taxes overall, and enormously increased government regulation. The NRA in 2 years created more federal law that all the previous years of the nation since 1789.
The Great Depression turned out to be the one exception of the US ‘boom and busts’ that didn’t quickly resolve, the only one in which government didn’t act to increase the incentives of investment and the small business economy. The hampered economic recovery served to justify increasing federal power. And increasing federal power is what he did. He targeted political enemies with IRS investigations, and muscled the elections of congressional leaders. Far from having a ‘first class temperment’, he manipulated, frustrated, and infuriated his appointees, and staff. Many abandoned him. He was the first to break George Washington’s honor code of serving only two consecutive terms.
But he was a political success. The New Deal was a political deal. FDR personally directed New Deal funds for political gain, lavishing his supporters with government funds, denying those that opposed him. He was a charming public speaker, he cultivated and pressured the press to support him and to gloss over his contradictions. He spoke a strong populist theme, but he bought elections with New Deal money. In his great electoral victory of 1936, federal spending outpaced all local and state spending for the first time. He didn’t hesitate to say opposing things to opposing audiences.
FDR died in office, galvanizing his image of victorious service to the nation, but he brought Tamany Hall to Washington, D. C.