Friday, April 09, 2004
Two on Digging Into the Mind
Here are a couple of interesting pieces delving into psychology. First, at the New Statesman, we have a Peter Watson written piece titled “Why psychiatry has failed." The piece was written in July 2002. An excerpt.
"One hundred years ago, in The Interpretation of Dreams, Sigmund Freud unveiled the unconscious, and “the psychological century” was born. It has turned out to be a huge disappointment. The gene and the quantum were conceived at the same time as Freud conceived the unconscious; yet, although they have led to sophisticated technologies, psychology and psychiatry, by most standards, are failures. More people than ever are on anti-depressants; drug abuse is rampant; psychotherapies don’t work; our jails are fuller than ever."
Next, we have a piece published at The Edge, which is a conversation with Martin Seligman. The piece is titled “EUDAEMONIA, THE GOOD LIFE A Talk with Martin Seligman." An excerpt.
"Clinical psychology, social psychology has, in our lifetimes, been able to relieve an enormous amount of suffering, notes Martin Seligman. “Can psychologists can make people lastingly happier?,” he asks.
“We are able to look at the causal skein of mental illness and unravel it, either by longitudinal studies — the same people over time — or experimental studies, which would get rid of third variables...We’re able to create treatments — drugs, psychotherapy — and do random assignment placebo control studies to find out which ones really worked and which ones were inert.” But, he notes that one result of this success is that 90% of the science in psychology is now based on the disease model, and this has resulted in three costs:
“The first one was moral, that we became victimologists and pathologizers. Our view of human nature was that mental illness fell on you like a ton of bricks, and we forgot about notions like choice, responsibility, preference, will, character, and the like. The second cost was that by working only on mental illness we forgot about making the lives of relatively untroubled people happier, more productive, and more fulfilling. And we completely forgot about genius, which became a dirty word. The third cost was that because we were trying to undo pathology we didn’t develop interventions to make people happier; we developed interventions to make people less miserable."
Both pieces make for interesting reads.
An Adventure in Tech Support
So, yesterday, was pretty much eaten away, for myself, with chasing the tail of a tech problem. My computer is a DELL Inspiron 8600. It’s a nice laptop, a gift from the lovely Melis. Aesthetically pleasing to look at, the computer and the lovely Melis, the feature I enjoy most, about the computer, is its wireless capacity.
Anway, I had been having problems with the No Treason (NT) site, and only NT’s site, loading correctly. When I would click over to the site, I would receive the first couple of sentences from the most recent post, but none of the background, or other posts. When I would hit my refresh key, I would receive even less of NT’s posts, and could view HTML code and what not, but I could not get the entire page to load. So I called DELL tech support.
I got right through to DELL, actually a young lady in Alabama, informed her of my problem and fussed around for 45 minutes or so, to no avail. She recommended I call Microsoft for tech support. When I reminded her that the software was factory installed, and DELL is responsible for tech support on factory installed software, she informed me that since she couldn’t figure it out, the only thing I could do was contact Microsoft.
I called Microsoft. Need I tell you what I was informed after 30 minutes on the phone with them? Yes, I needed to contact DELL tech support for assistance with this problem. I once again call DELL. This time I get a young lady down in Texas. I explain to her the hoops I’ve jumped through so far, all to no avail of course, and ask if she can figure this out. After reviewing the previous call’s notes, and some additional fussing around, I still have the same problem. The call ends with a recommendation to contact, you guessed it, Microsoft. Time spent, an hour and a half.
So I call Microsoft, once again. I explain to Microsoft the issue, again, the results, none, and ask if they can help figure this out. The reply is, yes, they can, for a fee of 35 bucks, which can conveniently be charged and work commenced immediately. I pony up the 35 bucks and end up talking with Sunvi, in New Delhi, India.
I spend an hour and a half on the phone with Sunvi, and let me tell you, this guy was sharp. He knew his way around the insides of a computer and had a grasp of software issues that was voluminous. An outsourcing success is the way I would describe my experience with Sunvi as a representative for Microsoft. So, Sunvi determines what the problem is. The problem is a McAfee software called Privacy Service. If that software is uninstalled, I can access NT without any problem. Sunvi recommends dumping McAfee and installing Norton or some other software.
Since I have already spent money on McAfee, I decide to get ahold of them to determine if they can solve this issue. I first think of calling them on the phone for tech support. This is not a cost effective solution. Meaning, they want to charge me, by the minute via a 900 number. I don’t consider this servicing an already paid customer. The other options McAfee offered were email support or live chat. I choose chat.
I get connected via chat and start working with a guy by the name of Robert. I inform Robert of what has taken place so far, including the fact that if McAfee’s software is uninstalled, the problem is resolved. Robert recommends reinstalling the glitch producing software, after defragging, running scan disk and disk cleanup. This, I am informed, will take care of the problem. I follow the instructions to the letter after ending the chat support session which lasts about 1 hour. I have the same problem, so I initate a chat tech support with McAfee again. Wouldn’t you know it, I have to jump through all the same hoops with a new technician that I had jumped through less than an hour ago. To no avail.
Needless to say, McAfee’s “Privacy Service" software remains uninstalled from my computer. McAfee states they will contact me by email with a solution, but who knows when that will be. The one positive aspect of this exercise in futility was my Microsoft outsourced call to Sunvi in New Delhi. I did enjoy the banter we shared over the phone as our conversation ranged far beyond matters of tech support. Plus, Sunvi solved the problem, though McAfee’s software is the actual glitch.
There Are So Many Things Wrong in this Story
The headline on my ISP homepage reads "Girl, 9, Cuffed and Arrested." The link leads to a MSNBC posted story from AP with this headline. “Girl, 9, cuffed and arrested over missing bunny." The sub headline reads "Florida police defend detention, say it was at request of victim."
Let’s take a look at the article. Here’s the opening.
"A 9-year-old girl accused of stealing a rabbit and $10 from a neighbor’s home was arrested, handcuffed and questioned at a police station."
Stealing is wrong, and further into the article, you can read how the 9 year old girl, I think, realizes this because she admits taking the rabbit, but not the 10 bucks.
The second paragraph.
"A Pasco County sheriff’s deputy found the black-and-white rabbit, named Oreo, hopping around in the girl’s living room, according to the arrest report. She was read her rights and taken away in the back of a patrol car."
Great. The absconded property has been located. Return the bunny to the next door neighbor girl, lecture the 9 year old a bit, and her mother, and then let the situation be handled by the girl’s mother, rather than handcuffing, reading the girl her Miranda rights, and hauling the kid away.
What does the sheriff’s department have to say about the arrest?
"Sheriff’s spokesman Kevin Doll defended the arrest, and said if the victim of a crime wants an arrest, deputies are required to act if there is enough evidence."
Just following orders and procedures, citizens.
"Lori Ventura, the mother of the child who owns the rabbit, said the girl has been involved in other incidents and needs help."
Indeed. The problem here, is, the mom is basically admitting she is a rotten parent and is denying her own rights and responsibilities as parent. She is acknowledging she is a slave to the state and abrogating the welfare of her daughter, her right, to the state also.
I can only shake my head in disgust at the lack of rationality in all the individuals involved. Well, except for the 9 year old girl. I can understand her lacking rationality, and a sound moral compass, but at least she admitted her wrongdoing.
It's Not Really a Secret
"The answer is not foreign aid, which is corrupting and often worse than useless. In many cases, it actually further impoverished an already poor country. Enriched urban elites bought luxury goods, while donated food and socialist controls drove down the local price of food, ruining the farmers on whom these subsistence economies had depended.
We now know that the secret to curing hunger and poverty is capitalism and free trade. We have seen that demonstrated irrefutably in East Asia, which has experienced the greatest alleviation of poverty in the history of man. In half a century, places like Hong Kong, Taiwan and South Korea have gone from subsistence to First World status. And now free markets and free trade are lifting tens of millions of people out of poverty in India and China."
Charles Krauthammer in a column at Townhall.com titled “How times have changed."
Via PrestoPundit.
Hans-Herman Hoppe in the Morning
Andy Duncan, posting at Samizdata, has finished reading Hoppe’s Democracy: The God That Failed and has provided us with a review. His opening remarks.
"I used to be a singer in a rock and roll band.
Well, okay, maybe not, but I was a lead guitarist in a punk rock band. I even had my Fender copy tuned so I could play the major rock chords with a single sliding finger, just like those anarcho-punk legends, Crass.
If only our band had possessed some luck, a good manager, a driving licence between us, some money, a van, and a small pet monkey named Brian, we might have made it big. Especially if the lead guitarist had actually possessed any talent.
But, alas, this punk dream faded, as it did for a million others, and my brush with anarchy submerged itself for another twenty years. However, much to my surprise it resurfaced again last year, a little rusty but largely unscathed, when it experienced a depth charge blast from Professor Hans-Hermann Hoppe’s mental mind bomb, Democracy: The God That Failed."
I like a good “mental mind bomb.” Get a cup of coffee for this one, it’s a longer post.
Ancient Greece
I have not, yet, made it to the European continent in my worldly travels. I wrote a friend, the other day, that even the dirt is historic. With that in mind, I found the National Archaeological Museum of Athens virtual tour very satisfying.
Via Fred Lapides.
An Obituary
I don’t read obituaries, much. The obits in our local paper lack color, and in no way present any of the zest for life individuals who have passed beyond what we currently ken may have had, or squandered. Colby Cosh has penned an obit for Terry Johnson, a fellow “flophouse” tenant and writer, dead at age 44. A short portion of Colby’s paean.
"All things considered, he did well to make it so far. Terry was so defenceless against the basic demands of life that he never, to anyone’s knowledge, owned a winter coat during the time he lived in Edmonton. A fellow housemate made an annual ritual of frogmarching him to the barber to get his Karl Marx beard and his spirit-of-’68 hair hacked at. No piece of furniture in the common area of the house lacked for holes made by his cigarettes. He had the barest acquaintance with bathing and probably none, in his adulthood, of dentistry. He made do, defiantly. Somehow he acquired a whole wardrobe of other people’s clothing; one got the distinct impression he didn’t get it from Goodwill or Value Village, but that he just somehow gravitated home from the pub wearing a bowling shirt with “Larry” on the breast pocket."
