"The great aim of education is not knowledge but action" -Herbert Spencer

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Once upon a time a Canadian Cowboy met a Californian Carebear and fell into a blissful love affair. Their love blossomed into a nurturing partnership fueled by their mutual dream of a sustainable future built on the compassionate understanding of interconnectedness between all persons, places, and things. Welcome to our rose-colored reality.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Versus

old dogs versus new tricks

... does it really matter?

"Mental Gymnastics" regardless of their efficacy is better than having old fatties melting into the couch with a Heine in your fist and Van de Kamps smeared across your face watching last week's Lost on TiVo via projector on a white washed wall in your Fruit of the Looms.

Brains need food too, let's keep it local, organic, kosher -- or the intellectual equivalent.

Maybe it's the hippie in me but I'd rather invest in the high/false hope of warding off dementia with a gentle push-pull on my neurons than to cross my fingers passively and succumb to the mind-numbing wrath of the almighty popular culture of burning brain cells under the black light of social networking.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Red Pill Blue Pill

Driving back from my Tuesday lunchtime 5th grade screenwriting mentoring I tuned into NPR just in time to catch the tail end of this. And that led me to this slightly disturbing discovery.

If we are preset for our, hmm, let's call it "conscious awareness," what kind of reality is it if, should we be depressive by nature, we require chemical "enhancement," say, via psilocybin, to achieve charity? I find it unsettling from a philosophical perspective and yet intriguing from a neuroscience one.

Is that real or is this real? What is real?
vs.
Could this be a medical breakthrough or is the use of hallucinogens as a medical treatment completely delusional and backwards?

After fighting the good fight against drugs -- how cocaine is stored in your cells setting you up for overdose, acid is stored in your spinal cord, heroine can kill if you quit it and can drive you to an unintended suicide, ecstasy literally boils your insides and dissolves your brain -- studies like these come out and I feel like someone's just told me that north is east and west is south.

It's shaking the foundations of my moral debate with drugs, especially hallucinogens. Am I so naive and prudish to think any altering of the brain's chemistry should be scrutinized? Being a depressive individual myself who has turned down both psychotherapy as well as drug compensation, I wonder what lies out there in the world of behavioral assistance. No I'm not about to go chomp down on some 'shrooms, I still think what ails me has less to do with chemistry and more to do with irritating people and circumstance, but I wonder... am I being too strict in my adherence to bodily preservation? Or are these studies leading us down a psychedelic yellow brick road into fantasyland?

Dr. Clark Martin, the featured retired clinical psychologist, describes his experience as thus, "“All of a sudden, everything familiar started evaporating. Imagine you fall off a boat out in the open ocean, and you turn around, and the boat is gone. And then the water’s gone. And then you’re gone.” I've experienced similar sensations during guided meditation in my zen class. Why do I need psilocybin to point me in the right metaphysical direction?

I know highly intelligent people who dabble in drugs, and arguably dependent upon them to "cope" as they say, and some of them are still fantastic, highly functional human beings.... whereas others are incredibly lazy, dull, and intolerable. Does their drug use have any merit? Granted, it'll be harder for the lazy, dull, intolerable lot to convince me, but what of my pot head PhDs out curing cancer? What about them?

I wonder, what about those mathematicians I saw on that KCET/BBC special Dangerous Knowledge about mathematicians who were driven insane and ultimately to suicide on their quest to discover infinity? Would psilocybin have helped them find similar alleged "clarity" or is that clarity too an illusion?

It's the matrix all over again only instead of Keanu Reeves it's a little toxic fungus leading us down the rabbit hole.

I am hesitant to extend credit to the drugs themselves and more to the perspective adjustment itself, likely on the come-down. How is it different than community service, or the birth of a child, or a near death experience, or the endorphin rush from exercise, the soothing nature of controlled breathing like in yoga? Why the drugs?

Take my issue with medical marijuana for example... what's the point in smoking it? How are the deleterious effects of smoke inhalation worth the benefits of its medical use? Cannot migraines and nausea be satisfied with the body high of ingested tetrahydrocannabinol? Cannot muscles be relaxed with the same digestive base? Why smoke it? What's the head high for? Some argue that smoking, which constricts blood flow, helps relieve migraines, caused by dilation and expansion of blood vessels, but smoking compromises the integrity of those very same blood vessels leading to all sorts of problems more detrimental than the insufferable migraine itself. Pros and cons people! You're flirting with permanent damage for temporary relief. How does that make any sense?

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Hallucinogens Have Doctors Tuning In Again - NYT - John Tierney - Apr 11, 2010
Turns out all of that "mind expansion" you did in college might pay off in emotional stability - NPR - Patt Morrison - Apr 13, 2010

Monday, April 12, 2010

8 4 90 52 103

just spent 8 straight hours doing nothing but medicine today. shadowed a family practice doctor. took 4 hrs in the car to make it happen but i made it happen, even got to see the sunrise.

saw a vibrant and full of life 90 year old grandmother of 52, yes, FIFTY TWO grandchildren and i'm happy to say she wasn't the oldest cognizant person I've met. when i was working the ER over in SM I met a 103 yr old who was a feisty as the day she was born.

i feel so honored and lucky to be a part of this world, to be a witness to such life affirmation day after day. i cant wait to jump in.... hear that Creighton....? any day now right?... riiiigghhhttt?

i'm still here, and i'm still dreaming.

dont forget about me, universe.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Brain Food

At last! I spoke with Dr. N, one of the admissions directors, about my application and he had very favorable things to say. Said there was hardly a place left for improvement and that they thought my candidacy was a really good one, which made all my words fall out of smiling teeth from hence forth... just one... small... detail... "a weakness if you can even call it that," he said, was approximately 1/3rd of my MCAT score. Judging from his tone he did not think too much of it himself and said that likely my waitlist status was hung on that one stupid number, in the physics section no less, and likely just because it's so late in the process (interviewed late Feb). And half of that section is chemistry which I now tutor! Humph! But!! He said do what everyone should be doing and prep for the next cycle but to sit tight and wait till mid-June to see if I make it into the first round of accepted waitlisters. I have really good feelings about this, as do many of my closest friends, so I'm just going to keep the faith and hope and pray... and eat and love (I really gotta read that book...).

That said, I do not do waiting well. Not in the least. SO. Here's the tentative schedule for my brain food until med school:

full time to part time
VFC has a UCLA peds MD on standby for shadowing
UCLA brain doc's working out an epilepsy research/shadowing plan
driving down to SD on Mon to shadow a surgeon/primary care doc
CoachArt orientation on the 13th, art mentoring for terminally ill children
and finish up with YSF <3

now I just have to wait for the stars to align...

Monday, April 5, 2010

Oh no, you did *not* just tell me to wait(listed)

Dear Creighton,

I love you, you are my other half. Complete me and make my dreams come true.

Your one and only,

Laura

Homo-interneticus

are you a Homo-interneticus?

is the internet distorting our perception of reality? our social standards? our moral compass?

if you haven't already, listen to some of these BBC World Service broadcasts, they bring up a plethora of hard hitting questions about the way we do things here in the 21st century...

perhaps we should get off the internet and find out what we're missing.