Today’s Craigslist W4M Post

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Date: 2005-10-20, 1:53AM PDT

Little about me…….
I am 20 years old, very sweet, honest and outgoing, very mature for my
age…… I love to go to the gym, although my body doesn't need it LOL, just wanna be healthy. I am a very petitte girl, Nationalities are Caucasian,some Indian<- which keeps me nice and tan. 5'6",115lbs, I have green eyes, black and blonde streaked hair, just had Breast Aug…. Humm I LOVE UFC fighting!!!! I love Tattoo's!!! Crazy, Outgoing, Down ass guys… I am soooo into CARS, love to go to Car and Truck shows…… umm Street Bikes, woo hoo ;), I was in a Street bike accident 6 weeks ago….. Still love them and wanna ride !!!! I like to lay on the beach and relax, and listen to the water and possibly fall asleep, lol. I love to rollerblade along the boardwalk at the beach. I love cooking, making breakfast, lunch, dinner, and baking!!! I am a very down to earth girl, I like to make it a joke to say that I am a down ass B*tch, LOL…..I am looking for some cool friends,NOT interested in "hook ups", or sex, or a relationship. I am newly (4 ) months out of being engaged for 2 years, and not willing to give myself to just anyone. Of course If I meet that right person, then its different 🙂 … Well anyway, I guess thats a little about me, sounds like im a crazy girl… Im just well rounded, how I like others. Im very classy sexy, and I want someone the same 🙂 Sexy, sexy ONLY for who I am with…. but kick back too.

Anyways.. PS…. I do have pictures…..
I have experienced some people that were not who they said they were and def. wasn't the person in the pic.. I AM WEIRY, AND FREAKED OUT!!!!!! DONT NEED STALKERS FOR REAL …

Insert open mind joke into this hole in my head. Please.

Tonight I was talking to nickjb about my problems finding non-insane commentary on neurofeedback, etc. and we got onto the topic of failed therapies. One of these is trepanation, otherwise known as making a hole in your skull. Ancient people did this, and sometimes survived it. Sometimes they probably even felt better.

Nick explained that there was a sixties thing where people started saying trepanation was hip and happening and it was touted for a while, and I didn’t really believe him. Color me wrong. Color me also slightly nauseous (green).

Ladies and gentlemen, I present the International Trepanation Advocacy Group. Don’t skip intro. The spacy Heavens Gate-quality film is worth a few minutes. One side effecdt of trepanation has already been identified: smooth jazz and trippy 3D rendered animation.

I know I’m mining a rich vein when their short film credits the Mutter Museum and the State Department of Health of Nuevo Leon, Mexico.

“Some of us are willing to present ourselves publicly so that the old stigma associated with making a hole in the skull will be worn down over time.”

America’s Next Top Muggle

  1. The Themis page at ASU has some totally awesome don’t miss Mars images.
  2. UFO CATTLE ABDUCTION AUUUIIIGGGH short quicktime movie via adjab.
  3. Happy Halloween from Pillsbury: mummy or penis? You make the call. Also via adjab.
  4. From a paper and pen site: HOWTO improve your handwriting. I think mine is beyond help.
  5. Edgar Allan Seuss (via Exploding Aardvark and robot wisdom).
  6. News Flash: Deepak Chopra is still an overinflated idiot.
  7. In the middle of this, an environmental organization’s fundraising company telemarketed me and refused to communicate with me by mail instead because “that’s bad for the environment”. They have no email list and therefore I had myself removed from their call list. Brilliant, guys. Now back to the links.
  8. Pharyngula points me to the truly amazing cartoonist Nina Paley! You should go there too! I especially like her 1920s/blues musical ramayana riff Sita Sings the Blues.
  9. Gigabit internet from balloons. I said, GIGABIT INTERNET FROM BALLOONS!
  10. Don’t fuck with rodents. They’re tougher than you and they may be smarter.

He put his disease in me

David Lynch is doing a medicine show tour for the TM people with a stop in my town. Lynch is a great film director and a fascinating weirdo, and just watching him talk is a delight. I can’t stand TM, though.

Meditative techniques I think are awesome. Transcendental Meditation®, though, was the original expensive New Age cult that sold basic meditation through an authoritarian hierarchy. It faded from public notoriety after the 1970s but a core group carried on. Most notably, a physicist named John Hagelin ran for president in 2000 as the candidate of the “Natural Law Party”, which is a TM creation. Hagelin believes that world problems like war and terrorism must be solved by broadcasting peace consciousness from our brains while gathered in large peace-causing assemblies that will send loving energies everywhere. The best part of this is that it’s accomplished by “Yogic Flying” which is done by hopping into the air while sitting cross legged. His other plans for saving the nation and the world include legislating Vedic architecture for all buildings to bring us into harmony with Natural Law.

The Maharishi himself recently excommunicated the entire country of England from training and support because he… …didn’t like them. He is meanwhile planning a Peace Palace on a couple of islands off Nova Scotia that he recently bought.

I think David Lynch is a cool guy. I love his movies. I’m honored to have been the guy who took dictation for his comic strip 20 years ago. But I can’t go to this lecture. It’s like Tom Cruise shilling for Scientology almost. Sticks in my craw.

Halloween costume problem solved

nihilistic_kid‘s story of his train trip has given me the character I need to be if I actually go to a Halloween party this year. And I quote:

In the dining car I met this man whose mental problems would have been fairly obvious even if he hadn’t been wearing a shirt with an envelope pinned to it. On the envelope was scrawled the message OPEN IF UNRESPONSIVE. At one point, he hesitated a second while trying to decide between a Sierra Mist and an orange juice, and the cashier and I shared a nervous look that said “Holy shit, should we open the envelope?!” but then he decided. I guess he didn’t take longer than anyone else would with his choice either, but the envelope invites overreaction. It would be odd if someone does have to open it one day and inside there’s a note that reads “SIERRA MIST.”

Subject:

Brain observations: I’m sleepier at night and waking up earlier in the a.m. this week. I also feel more calm and subjectively “aware”. Cyclical versus placebo effect versus early neurofeedback effect.

Music observation: Gang of Four’s remakes album Return the Gift is surprisingly good. You wouldn’t expect some guys redoing songs they did 20+ years ago to be a good idea but they did a fine job. Most of the songs are improved, and the production is just to my taste.

My cat is ill. I think she just has a cold. It’s weird hearing a cat cough.

Some hacker DIY folks have created an open source EEG hardware and software project. Sounds pretty cool, especially for use in poor countries where you can’t just order a $5000 piece of equipment. Of course, they’re also doing home experimentation on their brains, which may also be very cool. In case it isn’t, they have a hilarious/terrifying disclaimer warning on their site. Dude, you hacked your brain and it, like, fell out.

The Beethoven Late Quartets are probably the most grown-up music that I’ve ever loved this much.

I still want a do over. More than anything else, that’s what I want. Of course that’s impossible.

Review and thoughts: A Symphony in the Brain

What do I do when something new falls into my life? I read a book about it. It’s just how things are done in my family. Since I’ve started neurofeedback therapy I went on the search for books on the subject. There aren’t many, and most of them are $150 tomes for practitioners. I found the one pop science book on the subject and ordered it: Jim Robbins’ A Symphony in the Brain.

The first hurdle to surmount is the writing. Robbins is a magazine journalist, and the book reads like every other pop psych book written by a magazine journalist. It’s heavy on the personal stories and light on science. Way too much of the material is from interviews. There’s about 50 pages of filler, mostly history. And, in the tradition of books about medical breakthroughs, it’s packed with case histories of success.

More seriously, Robbins doesn’t reveal a fact I know from other sources: he was commissioned by one of the players in the story. More about this below.

The history of neurofeedback begins with a UCLA researcher named Barry Sterman and his graduate student, Margaret Ayers. They developed a method for using biofeedback with EEG to help patients control their own brain waves. The technique showed promise and Ayers left to take it into clinical practice, causing the first of many wars in this field. She took with her the technician who had built the original machine, and started a company called Neuropathways. She did therapy and also sold hardware and software.

As usual there was a lot of resistance from medical and psychological experts to this new treatment. There weren’t any good large-scale studies of its efficacy, so clinicians wouldn’t touch it, and no grant money could be scared up to do such studies. Marginalized as she was, Ayers took on the defensive, messianic role of the radical truth-bringer oppressed by closed-minded conservatives. Robbins tells this story pretty well. You can see that there was merit in the therapy and that new ideas were treated unfairly, and you can also see that everyone involved was prickly enough to make things worse. However, Ayers had a lot of success helping patients who were in coma states, where no other treatment even seemed possible, and began to take clients with severely unhappy children who were violent or otherwise uncontrollable and had failed attempts at other help.

The narrative then moves on to a couple named Siegfried and Sue Othmer, and stays with them for the rest of the book. They brought their son to Ayers after the usual series of failures in other treatments for his severe neurological and psychiatric problems. The neurofeedback worked so well that they became enthusiastic converts to this new idea. In fact, they became so enamored of it that they bought equipment and trained themselves in its use. They and Ayers and Ayers’ computer programmer planned a joint venture to spread the good news and get more trained practitioners and equipment distributed.

This relationship also broke down in a mess of broken verbal agreements, patents, lawsuits, and accusations of bad faith. The Othmers started their own venture, EEG Spectrum, and began training and selling equipment themselves.

The rest of the book is taken up with examples of neurofeedback’s uses in epilepsy, ADD, injury, drug dependence, and personality disorders. Some of the case histories are fascinating. Unfortunately the practitioners and clients have a breathless enthusiasm for neurofeedback that breeds skepticism. In a chapter on ADD treatment, for example, Robbins and his interview subjects come perilously close to saying that drug therapy for psychiatric problems is the same thing as drug abuse, and that the “medical establishment” are drug dealers who don’t want to lose their hapless victim-patients. There is about a 20 page attack on the idea of treating ADD patients with drugs, and many of the arguments are essentially religious. This is unnecessary and brings down the tone of the whole narrative, and should have been eliminated.

This points to the real problem with the book, which is that Robbins has given us a pop psych cheerleading exercise about the wonders of neurofeedback that lacks critical bite. He does take trouble to interview some opponents of the technique but they’re straw men he sets up to knock down. And as above with the drug rant, there are a number of places where the tired old idea that “they” don’t want you to know about the real thing that will cure you pops up. There’s a bestselling book with a title like “The natural cures they won’t tell you about” that plays on this unreasonable idea that physicians and psychologists want their patients to be sick and take expensive drugs and treatments. It’s very unhelpful and also untrue, as you’ll find out if you spend a little time around “them”.

The problem with new treatments like this, and with their proponents like Ayers and the Othmers, is that they’re crusaders and not scientists. At a certain point in her career Ayers walked away from research because she saw so much potential for immediate clinical use. Her patients benefited but medical science did not. And the Othmers are neither clinical professionals nor scientists; they’re boosters. The fact that both of these parties make their living selling training and equipment for neurofeedback does not help things at all. Psychological therapies in the world of “alternative medicine” turn into cults too easily, and more so when charismatic leaders with a lot at stake take charge of them.

The really damning thing about A Symphony in the Brain is that it was commissioned by the Othmers and Robbins doesn’t reveal this. I only know it because people closer to the story than I revealed it. He makes a pretense of having stumbled upon this and decided on his own to write the book, so I’m not sure how exactly it happened. In any case he’s far too closely tied to them and their story. He does give Ayers a fair shake rather than taking their side, which is a good sign.

After finishing this book I thought about my own practitioner and the nature of this treatment. Like the Othmers and Ayers and Robbins, she’s a true believer. Neurofeedback approaches the Solution to Everything, kook-style, for true believers. Considering the history of “cures” for ADD and personality disorders over the years (sugar-free diets, weird psychotherapies, cult-like schooling) I can’t help feeling very skeptical. In my own case I have nothing to lose but $95 a session unless it turns me into a werewolf or a catatonic, so I’m going ahead with it. I really wish someone would do a proper study with a large patient population on neurofeedback, though. The war between conservatives and radicals is harmful to patients.

photo essay: The National Clandestine Service

It was announced yesterday that the new National Clandestine Service, which will oversee our nation’s spying, will be headed by an unknown individual who will be known only as “José”. Immediately I heard flamenco music in my head, saw the shimmering heat of a Mexican town at the turn of the century, heard hoofbeats. A masked hero was racing to save us: ¡Zorro! However, given the track record of this administration, I doubt we’ll get Don Diego.

Here’s what we want:

Here’s what we more realistically should hope for:

And here’s what we’ll get: