An oasis of free thought and expression for those who seek to live a sober life based on reality & rationality with the support of people who've been there

Monday, March 12

Cutting funding for chat soon

 If anyone still uses and would like to continue the chat feature for SWOG, let me know by using the contact button on the page, or by emailing me if you have my address. There is currently about three weeks left on this month of chat, after that I intend to stop paying out of pocket for it. If you would like to assume the account from Chatblazer, please let me know and I will be happy to transfer it.


In art and labor,

Eightfold

Sunday, February 19

back

Alright, I've been gone for a while. Last year I came into some money, and some long term monthly income. After 10 years living on the edge, I went a little nutz. I went off my meds. And started to regain my senses. But I'm back. A little embarrassed.

Strange thing, it took a banning (not mine) at the local newspaper forums to bring me home.

I'm planning on pitching a bitch there. And referenced SWOG. And I didn't feel I could do it without letting you all know.

I might have been over the edge but, I still read.  During that time of reading, I ran into some interesting things.

The first being atheists are the most despised minority in the country.
The second (while I have no statistics), being an alcoholic/doper .

And if you're already somd kind of minority, that would make 3. That would be me.

All is not bad though. We are amough the most tolerent. We  have been there, done that. We know. That puts us head and shoulders above those that would condamn others that can't, or won't look beyond fucking appearences and look be beyond. And summon our own life experence.

In short, while we be damned, just becaused who and/or what we are. We are also gifted by who and/are what we are.

Even Lincoln knew that. Way back in 1842.
In my judgment, such of us as have never fallen victims, have been spared more by the absence of appetite, than from any mental or moral superiority over those who have. Indeed, I believe,if we take habitual drunkards as a class, their heads and their hearts will bear an advantageous comparison with those of any other class. There seems ever to have been a proneness in the brilliant, and warm-blooded to fall into this vice. The demon of intemperance ever seems to have delighted in sucking the blood of genius and of generosity.Abraham Lincoln, Temperance Address—February 22, 1842
Anyway, I'm back.




Wednesday, August 3

Reality & Kubrick

 Our "increasing mental sickness" may find expres­sion in neurotic symptoms. These symptoms are con­spicuous and extremely distressing. But "let us beware," says Dr. Fromm, "of defining mental hygiene as the prevention of symptoms. Symptoms as such are not our enemy, but our friend; where there are symp­toms there is conflict, and conflict always indicates that the forces of life which strive for integration and happiness are still fighting." The really hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal. "Many of them are normal because they are so well adjusted to our mode of existence, because their human voice has been si­lenced so early in their lives, that they do not even struggle or suffer or develop symptoms as the neurotic does." They are normal not in what may be called the absolute sense of the word; they are normal only in relation to a profoundly abnormal society. Their per­fect adjustment to that abnormal society is a measure of their mental sickness. These millions of abnormally normal people, living without fuss in a society to which, if they were fully human beings, they ought not to be adjusted, still cherish "the illusion of indi­viduality," but in fact they have been to a great extent deindividualized. Their conformity is developing into something like uniformity. But "uniformity and free­dom are incompatible. Uniformity and mental health are incompatible too. . . . Man is not made to be an automaton, and if he becomes one, the basis for mental health is destroyed.

Brave New World -Revisited
Aldous Huxley - 1958