Showing posts with label cancer. Show all posts
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Saturday, February 6, 2010

Friday Full Fare (Reed on Precious, 2.0 + Embodied Cognition + Killer Phones + Free Stuff)

I still haven't seen Precious, Based on the Novel "Push" by Sapphire, though I suppose I'll get around to it eventually. Having read the book, I really have no desire to see the movie, though many people whose opinions I value, including a notable Black filmmaker, have told me not only that Gabourey Sidibe and Mo'Nique (at right, Lucy Nicholson - Reuters), like others in the cast, turn in excellent performances, and I believe them, because Mo'Nique could act her way out of a lead safe, but that they thought the film was very good.

My old prof, Ishmael Reed, isn't having it, nor is he having Hollywood's praise for and hyping of this film, nor, for that matter, producers Tyler Perry and Oprah [Winfrey]. Back in November I mentioned (and updated in December) his full-blast critiques of the movie, and he breaks it down, in much more condensed form, in today's New York Times: "Fade to White." A sampling:

Redemption through learning the ways of white culture is an old Hollywood theme. D. W. Griffith produced a series of movies in which Chinese, Indians and blacks were lifted from savagery through assimilation. A more recent example of climbing out of the ghetto through assimilation is “Dangerous Minds,” where black and Latino students are rescued by a curriculum that doesn’t include a single black or Latino writer.
Yes sirree.

Any surprise that this film is also high on the Oscar buzz list?
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About three weeks ago while discussing orality and literacy I was trying to make a point in class and reached for a name I usually can utter without pausing--UC Berkeley professor George Lakoff--but what came to mind was a completely different scholar and intellectual, George Landow (the hypertext guru, of Brown University) ["I said Landow when I meant Lakoff" almost sounds like a line from a Michael Palmer poem, doesn't it?], so I offered a verbal ellipsis, to be filled in later, to the class, and proceeded to the next point.

Lakoff is probably best known for his important linguistic insights and, perhaps more widely, for the brief moment of public attention he received when the Democrats, who for a host of reasons, are incapable of sustained effective messaging, turned to him after their 2004 electoral disasters to help craft their appeals to voters. New York Times writer Matt Bai even wrote a longish Times Magazine piece about it. Lakoff's ideas on "framing" incurred some caricatures and ridicules--he wants the Democrats to use special words and phrases to gull people was the gist--but his larger ideas, about how people cognize ideas and why frames are so crucial, how metaphors are embodied, and so on, which in fact would have and should be internalized by every liberal commentator, though they still aren't, got lost in the shuffle. (Cf. "Jobs bill" vs. "stimulus package," "Employment spending" vs. "Deficit growth," etc.) Republican messengers--"death tax," "death panels," "welfare queens," etc.--long ago figured this out.

More stuff + the free joint after the jump!



Despite the dismissals, Lakoff and his predecessors (Goffman, etc.) are onto something, as anyone who has spent any time reading his or similar work, in cognitive science and psychology, linguistics, literary studies, and so forth, might realize. Earlier this week, the New York Times's science writer, Natalie Angier, published an article about "embodied cognition," and the powerful corporeal effect that metaphors in particular--more than just artful figures of speech--have on us. In fact, it's more powerful than you might imagine; the effects are often direct, and physical. To quote:


Researchers at the University of Aberdeen found that when people were asked to engage in a bit of mental time travel, and to recall past events or imagine future ones, participants’ bodies subliminally acted out the metaphors embedded in how we commonly conceptualized the flow of time.

As they thought about years gone by, participants leaned slightly backward, while in fantasizing about the future, they listed to the fore. The deviations were not exactly Tower of Pisa leanings, amounting to some two or three millimeters’ shift one way or the other. Nevertheless, the directionality was clear and consistent.

That is, our bodies process--embody--abstractions, involving directionality, temporality, temperature--physically. Or, as Angier notes, none other than William Shakespeare indelibly dramatized it in a way none of us will ever forget: "Out, damned spot! out, I say!" It isn't just thought, but the body itself, that feels and reacts to these metaphorical concepts, which thus have a cognitive and epistemological. (Here's a YouTube video of Lakoff, in a 2008 speech, talking about how we build up a storehouse, by an early age, of physical responses to metaphors, as part of the learning process.)

Angier goes on to discuss several other examples of this, concluding with the point that certain kinds of manual gestures can even help children who're experiencing difficulty grasping arithmetic or geometry. Now to some of the other things lightly weighing on my mind today....

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Did you think we lived in a right-wing paradise from 2001-2008? Did it make you as happy as you ever imagined? If not, here's the real thing: Colorado Springs, the county seat of El Paso County, Colorado, and home to over 414,000 people, has slashed taxes, and consequently services, to a level that even many right-wingers, I would imagine, might find unbearable. How severely curtailed are those services? This severe:
More than a third of the streetlights in Colorado Springs will go dark Monday. The police helicopters are for sale on the Internet. The city is dumping firefighting jobs, a vice team, burglary investigators, beat cops — dozens of police and fire positions will go unfilled.
The parks department removed trash cans last week, replacing them with signs urging users to pack out their own litter.
Neighbors are encouraged to bring their own lawn mowers to local green spaces, because parks workers will mow them only once every two weeks. If that.
Water cutbacks mean most parks will be dead, brown turf by July; the flower and fertilizer budget is zero.
City recreation centers, indoor and outdoor pools, and a handful of museums will close for good March 31 unless they find private funding to stay open. Buses no longer run on evenings and weekends. The city won't pay for any street paving, relying instead on a regional authority that can meet only about 10 percent of the need.


Good times, good times. But hey, our President thinks a budgetary "spending freeze" during a time of economic crisis is a good idea, so what's a little austerity and suffering--but lower taxes!--among such a considerably smaller group of friends and neighbors?

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Last week I was speaking a colleague whose mind is as sharp and fast as a laser, and somehow or other I got to talking about how I usually find my headphone cable tangled around my arms, wrapped around my gearshaft, or nearly caught in my down coat zipper. That is, it is always threatening to be the death of me, because I am preternaturally clumsy and constantly forget, at an eyeblink, that this white, plastic-covered wired cord, is hanging down the front of my body.

Yet I refuse to stop using it because headphones, for all their potential dangers, strike me as considerably safer than pressing a phone to your ear. It seemed a few years back that many other people had come to grasp this. I can vividly recall reading in the late 1990s about several young executives who died of brain cancer, and there was some speculation about a causal relationship between various kinds of brain and mouth tumors, and cell phone use. Perhaps this was even mentioned in conjunction with the early death of business icon Reginald Lewis (Black history month, look him up). That got me using an earpiece whenever possible, which I briefly traded in for a Bluetooth piece, before opting for the headphones. Then, for whatever reason, people forgot and threw caution to the wind (and who can say what influence the cell phone industry itself has had), and now, it seems, people cannot but press cell phones, tiny glowing electromagnetic powerstations, against their ear whether they're walking down the street, driving in a car, ordering coffee at a cafe, strolling down the aisle at a supermarket, sitting on the toilet.... The 21st Century Cartesian equation is, I talk on my cell phone, thus I am.

But--perhaps we should consider that a cell phone pressed against one's brain isn't risk-free. As in dangerous. When I mentioned this to my colleague, she looked at me and laughed, and I realized I sounded a bit nutty to be so concerned. I continue to think that cell phones pressed against your ear (brain) probably aren't so safe, particularly for children and adolescents. According to the American Cancer Society, the evidence is mixed, though no extended longitudinal studies on cell phone use and cancer correlation exist. Meanwhile, the French and German governments have issued warnings about cell phone use, especially among children. The Telegraph reported last year that a World Health Organization report does identify long-term cell phone usage with a cancer link. And good old GQ notes this month that the evidence is starting to solidify. My colleague thought this last piece was funny stuff. I say, why take the unnecessary risk, when you can get those headphones for almost nothing these day.

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Last but not least, in an earlier incarnation I used to amuse myself by drawing, painting, making books, and such things. (Nothing so clever as this, but I was a peasant child, what did I know?) A few years down the road I even made tiny (as in as small as my fingernail) handsewn books, a few of which are still in my possession (or a drawer in New Jersey). I hadn't made zines in years, though, and don't have a single one of the select few I assembled in those youthful days. But I recently saw an international call for zines, so I decided to assemble with dispatch some of those iPhone transit sketch studies (which is what they are) into a little folio, retitled "Subway Stories," and it turned out okay. I struggled to figure out how to rotate the drawings in MS Word 10.1.1 for OS X Leopard (I used to be able to do this in earlier versions of Word), but C suggested an excellent 2-step solution, so the next version will be a bit different, but more elegant. I will probably make a few more of this first batch, so the first 5 people who let me know in the comments section that they'd like one will receive a signed original free of charge (you can send your address here).




The (homemade) zine
The zine!

Friday, January 22, 2010

It's Not About Insurance


I cannot begin to tell you how freaking sick I am of hearing about health care. I am over it. The politicians in Washington have no idea what they're doing and have their own self-centered and power hungry reasons for wanting whatever bill they've constructed to go through. All they're going to end up doing if the thing passes is causing more taxpayers to foot the bill at a higher price. And it's highly unlikely that the higher price will accomplish anything. Unfortunately, it's almost impossible to know because the bill has swelled, at last count, to over 1,900 pages. There is absolutely no way that any given Senator or member of Congress can know precisely what is on every single one of those 1,900+ pages. None. (Granted, I wouldn't trust half of them to know what was in the thing if it were only 19 pages, but with 1,900 I know they don't know what's in there.)

And before you start shooting me emails or leaving me comments saying that things like it must be easy for me to say those things because I obviously have insurance, pipe down. I don't have insurance because I'm uninsurable. I got extremely sick about 10 years ago and damn near died. (I had awesome insurance at the time, but gave that up when I left that particular job.) Since then, whenever I've attempted to get insurance again, time after time I am denied because they dub me to be high risk. Now, my sickness was something that anyone could get, regardless of any particular lifestyle trait or quality, and that over 200,000 people every year come down with. But the fact that over half of those folks die within 48 hours is what makes me "high risk".

The insurance companies can suck it. Would I like those aspects of health care in this country to change so that those with pre-existing conditions or those with past conditions can easily get insurance to access health care? Sure I would. Do I want it done in via this particular health care bill passing? Hell no. In the meantime, I'll just do what I've always done and take care of myself rather than sit around and wait for the government to offer me something to take care of me. I suggest that everyone else do the same.

But my point (surprisingly) wasn't to come here and rant about being uninsurable. My point was to rail on media publications that try to exploit any sort of death out there that they think could possibly be related to someone not having health care. Today's media abomination of exploiting the dead for political gain comes to us courtesy of People.

Apparently, on Tuesday, a one 37-year old Jennifer Lyon died of breast cancer. Until reading about her passing, I had no clue as to who she was. I'm pretty sure I'd never heard the name before in my life. She was a contestant on the 2005 season of Survivor: Palau. (I wasn't real sure that I had ever heard of Palau in my life either, but then realized that it is a tiny little island that is about 500 miles east of the Philippines. Actually, I didn't realize that, but tomato, tom-ah-to. Whatever.)

And while it's unfortunate that Ms. Lyon passed away at such a young age, here's the angle that People magazine felt the need to include in their article. "It all began in the summer of 2004, when she "felt something in my right breast that didn't feel normal," Lyon told PEOPLE in October 2005. "I thought it was probably scar tissue related to my breast implants. It was right along the ridge of the implant, so I let it go, and I let it go for a long time."

See, now I'm thinking after reading that passage that they're going to go with the angle of how important it is to always get these things checked out. Yeah, not so much. Instead they went with: "Asked why she delayed seeing a doctor, Lyon said, "I didn't have insurance, which is a big part of it. And it really wasn't changing much. But a year later, I felt another lump, and then I felt something under my armpit."

Soooo....if the not having insurance was a big part of it, what was the other part? Um, People? Hello? Oh, that didn't get asked. I see. OK, how about this question: When you had your implants, did you have insurance? Oh, what? Oh, riiiight! Right. Implants would be cosmetic and insurance wouldn't necessarily cover them. Huh. Sooooo....you went to a doctor then, right? So, why didn't you go this time? Oh, that's right. People didn't ask that question either. And when you finally went to the doctor because, after a year you felt another lump and something under your armpit, did you have insurance then? Hard to say because People did go there either. Thanks for the craptastic article there, People. Gee, I wonder what you wanted the angle on this story to be?

Let me take a guess as to what happened her. Again, it has nothing to do with the no insurance thing. According to Wikipedia (take it for what's it's worth, I realize that), for the particular season of Survivor that Ms. Lyon was a contestant on, "Applications were due on June 22, 2004. Around 800 applicants were selected for an interview between the latter part of July and August 2004...48 were chosen as semi-finalists...during September 2004. From these...20 were chosen to participate (on) the show between October to December 2004." I think that her desire to be on Survivor was a huge factor in her putting off seeing a doctor. I have absolutely nothing but speculation to base that assumption on, but it seems fairly reasonable, given as how she had proven in the past that she had no problem seeing a doctor when she wanted something to be taken care of, ie breast implants.

Look, I'm not trying to malign the deceased, all right? My condolences go out to her friends and family. But the other thing that goes out to her friends and family is the utmost hope that this doesn't get turned into something that is about having or not having insurance because it doesn't sound like it is. If this is going to get turned into anything at all (and I pray to God that is isn't) it needs to be on the importance of getting checked regularly and to not put off seeing a doctor when you find some abnormality on your body. No one knows your body better than you do. If you find something that isn't right, go find out why it isn't right.

Lately, so many people are obsessed with being on TV for no other reason than just being on TV. There are a gazillion reality shows out there for people to choose from so that they can claim their fame by being seen as whatever it is that they're portraying themselves as by (unfortunately) millions of viewers. I watch these morons that cannot sing a lick try out for American Idol. They act as if their life will be over if they do not make it on that show. There are things that are more important than reality TV. Priorities people. Priorities.