Sunday, November 7, 2010

Calling a Christmas party a spade

Does calling an event a Christmas party mean that it is automatically associated with the Christian religion?

This is the question that an email sent out to members of the Biology department asking what they would like their “Christmas party” to be referred to as forces one to consider. (The poll was instigated by objections to the use of this phrase raised by a member of faculty.) 

At the most simplistic level, the answer must be yes – the clues in the name –but to take such a view would be to completely ignore or misunderstand the realities of language and culture. 

Words and ideas evolve constantly as the world and the people in it change. Cultures borrow from each other as they develop, to a degree that is all too rarely admitted. What meant one thing at one time can very quickly come to mean something entirely different.

For example, consider the form and content of the Christian festival of Christmas itself. 

The idea of a virgin birth on the 25th of December is identical to the pre-existing birth myth of the Persian/Roman god Mithras, with that myth being in turn markedly similar to the even older story of the origins of Zoroaster (virgin births also being credited to Krishna and Quetzalcoatl, amongst others).

The date itself is a few days after the winter solstice, an event associated with some form of festival in a large proportion of the world’s cultures, past and present. Just as Christmas marks a new beginning for Christians, these winter festivals generally involve ideas of renewal and rebirth as people look forward to the return of spring.

As final examples, it is from such pagan winter festivals that we get the Christmas trees that we put in the corner of our rooms, as well as the mistletoe that hangs from our ceilings.

The Christmas festival thus provides a perfect illustration of the way in which ideas and practices are borrowed by groups of people to create something new. 

The phrase “Christmas party” should also be seen in that light. Whilst it may once have referred to a religious event, the phrase has evolved to mean something quite different – and entirely secular – to the majority of people. When we hear it we do not think of church: we think of tinsel and presents and perhaps a little too much mulled wine.

Of course, language is not a zero-sum game, and the phrase can continue to have religious connotations for those who are members of the Christian religion. There is no need for a battle for meanings – our language is adaptive enough to accommodate them all, just as we are sensible enough to identify the correct one through context. 

It is this flexibility that makes language so wonderful, and this potential plurality of concurrent viewpoints that any true secularist should be seeking to advance. 

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Drugs and the pain of existence

Reading this article in the Guardian brought tears to my eyes.

Beyond agreeing entirely with the points concerning both the futility of criminalisation and the increased harm it inflicts upon both addicts and society, I felt that the really telling sentences in the article were those that stated:

His conversation was always about the pain of existence in a world where two-thirds starved so one-third could live well. He hated war, poverty and injustice, and felt powerless to alter things. But he would always try to get back home for the family Christmas, and we took heart from that, happy that he hadn't rejected us completely.

These three sentences seem to me to encapsulate a huge part of the whole issue of substance abuse (and, indeed, use).

History would seem to support the proposition that humanity has always enjoyed the use of substances that alter reality in some way for us. Indeed, history would seem to further support the idea that we as a species have always been willing to go to some effort in order to achieve a state of altered consciousness. Evidence for this can arguably be found in, for example, the complex brewing and distilling procedures that many cultures have come up with, as well as the arguably even more complex combinations of plants and minerals that particular tribes have developed (such as the combination of coca leaves and the alkali in ash and suchlike that Andean cultures developed, or the DMT based substances that Amazonian tribes use that require the correct combination of several different plants).

There is thus a natural propensity to using mind-altering substances. What there is not necessarily, however, is a natural propensity towards using such substances to the extent that one becomes addicted to them. (Bearing in mind that we are speaking very much in the general - different physiological makeups will obviously incline some people more towards addiction than others. This is also speaking in the wide sense of human behaviour, where choice and preferences are possibilities.)

The sentences quoted above are telling because they capture perfectly the very human nature of addiction. What I mean by this is that the individual in question was just one of a number of boys who were trying different drugs - he was, however, the only one who became an addict. This fact can undoubtably be explained to some degree by differing biology; but I would argue that the greater explanatory factor is the "pain of existence" that this one individual describes experiencing.

This importance of the individuals experience of the world, and their relationship to it, in the path to addiction is borne out by personal experience.

Firstly, I used a wide range of drugs frequently for years without developing any sort of unhealthy relationship with any of them. They were fun and I enjoyed them very much, but they took up no more of my life than the time that I was taking for fun and enjoyment. When I entered a paticular period of depression and hurt, however, I did quite quickly develop a reliance upon those substances that could make things seem better (or at least make me oblivious to everything, including the pain). This reliance could arguably be said to continue to this day, with a continuing bad situation going hand in hand with an unhealthy relationship to those chemicals that can make my reality seem just a little bit better.

Secondly, in my time working with injecting drug users, the one factor that linked all of the people that I had contact with was the desperateness of their situation, both before and after they started using the particular substances that they had become addicted to (whether this be alcohol, heroin, crack, or whatever). Their stories of growing up in Glasgow's worst schemes, in homes and communities saturated in violence and hopelessness, made it almost understandable that they had turned to chemicals to provide some release.

The stories of others who had not grown up in such environments, but who had experienced some massive upset in their lives that had made any hope seem alien to them, added weight to the idea that what was pushing people (including myself) towards dependance was not biology nor particular surroundings, but instead was this "pain of existence".

I do not remember speaking to a single person who had become an addict through simply an overdoing of their recreational usage (which is not to say that this cannot happen, just that it is not hugely common).

Addiction is a serious problem - it is not a criminal problem though. At some level it is a public health issue, and work that reduces the health impact of it is of vital importance and utilty. Fundamentally though, it is an issue of people's circumstances.

With people living existences berift of hope or typified by pain, that they are addicts is not a question of there being substances available that will remove them temporarily from this existence (such substances always have been available, and always will be); it is a question of these circumstances being allowed to exist in the first place, without any other mechanism through which they can escape them being practically available.

Removing this social and personal aspect - this human aspect - from discussions of addiction reduces the liklihood of either a rational discussion (for example is one sees the issue as some sort of moral/criminal one) or an effective approach to minimising the problem (if one sees the problem as a purely biological one, treating an individual's addiciton, but returning them to the circumstances that lead to the addicition in the first place). Similarly, making changes that make the treatment of addiction more available and that remove the criminal aspect to substance abuse will ultimately be futile if no efforts are also made to alter the world so that people do not have to grow up in environments that are empty of hope but are full of the pain of existence.

Trams and the monopoly of violence

Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Trams and the monopoly of violence

After foolishly not stamping my ticket upon boarding a tram a few nights ago (whether that was due to forgetfulness or my innate stingyness, I will leave open), I came to the attention of the roaving conductors.

At this point it should be explained that, unlike everywhere else I have been in the world, these conductors are not personable government employees; instead being extremely large private security contractors, from whom any sort compassion or pliability has been excised by a combination of illicit horse hormones and right-wing political views (although the former could just be me unfairly tarring all oversized skinheads in black bomber jackets with the same brush).

Those that I was with tried to talk my way out of the situation for me, but to no avail. Indeed, their explanation that I was from the UK and had only just arrived in the town merely lead to the guard asking to see my passport. Obviously I didn't have this on me - I have other forms of identification in my wallet, and so would never carry my passport on the off chance that I would have to prove my age or somesuch. Rather unexpectedly, the guard then began saying that he would have to call the police as it was illegal for me, as a foreigner, to be outside without my passport (by this time all four of the guards had gathered around to join in the fun, giving the impression of some sort of Kristallnacht barbershop quartet).

Handing over the €40 fine was, thankfully, sufficient to placate them, and we carried on to our destination, somewhat poorer, but with a valuable fund of things to moan about. The experience got me thinking, however, as it provided me with a direct experience (although admittedly a very minor one) of two, interelated, considerations that have excised me from a previously purely conceptual standpoint.

The main point is fairly obvious, and is as follows: The situation where one should be required to produce a particular item of identification upon request, and with apparently no real reason, with the threat of arrest should one not, cannot, in my opinion, be justified in a free society.

The second point is related to the first: The boundaries of the state should be sharply delineated, with its power being retained entirely within this strict demarcation.

Finally, discrimination between people based solely upon membership of some group is, with a few specific exceptions, wrong, and should not be government policy in any free society.

Obviously all three of these points need to be expanded upon and clarified for them to come close to being a defensible position, and I may try to do this in the future (especially the second point - which is something that I have considered in the past in relation to the use of private 'security' companies in Iraq etc). For the moment I am now the proud owner of a student card that entitles me to free transport, and so will be chalking the whole thing down to experience. Until the next time I'm asked for ID that is.

Interesting times

Friday, October 17, 2008
Interesting times

My description of the ancient Chinese curse "may you live in interesting times" was met by complete bafflement by YF today; followed by an even greater degree of bafflement as I tried to explain to her that it had probably originated in the imagination of some British writer in the 19th century. Wikipedia kind of sorted out the communication breakdown, but it could not, unfortunately, do anything to help the situation that had caused me to mention the curse in the first place.

Following the discovery of his illicit trip to China by the hospital administration, Prof. N. has resigned his position at the clinic. I must admit that my first response was to try and think of any occasion where I might have let slip that he was not in fact suffering from a sore knee (which in itself is a fairly rubbish excuse for two weeks absence, although maybe its very rubbishness was its [potential] genius), but was instead doing his cross-cultural selfhood thing in Beijing. I should have seen this coming of course - the idea that anything that I set out to do could proceed entirely smoothly is, apparently, ridiculous.

As he intended to leave the clinic around the time that his contract will now finish anyway I am not overly concerned about the impact on his plan in life, whatever that may be. It does, however, have the potential to influence the chances of being taken on by the Universities that he had been in negotiation with, which in turn influences where I will end up (obedient doctoral shadow that I am). This worries me. Quite what options are open to me should this turn out to be somewhere rubbish I don't know.

The blow of this news was tempered rather by the sight of a man in the street sporting a sublime mullet and moustache combination. Always speaking English in the lab can almost make me forget that I am living in Germany, but sights such as these bring it back to me in a most enjoyable fashion.   

I hold out hopes that my German classes will go miraculously and allow me to speak to the people around me, but deep down I know that this is unrealistic. The most obvious barrier to this is my inherent rubbishness at languages; but on top of that is my complete hopelessness at actually speaking to people, regardless of what language that might be in. Still, perhaps the relative anonymity of arriving in a new country will allow me to realise that I am allowed to be whoever I want to be, and so can overcome this crippling insularity.

Still, attending the German class has resulted in me meeting a few people, with varying degrees of success. Going for a pint with Tom was a welcome event; allowing me to meet MV, who will probably be useful contact (and although a bit of a dick in parts, and a minor enemy of Prof. N's, is probably fundamentally a good person to know). It also allowed me to strike The Lion off my list of pubs in Magdeburg to visit; although my loud explanation of neo-Nazism and the rise of the Right in Europe for Tom probably helped strike me off their list of welcome people anyway.

Most useful (that is the wrong adjective, but will do until we see how things pan out), however, has been my contact with Z - her invitation to an album launch night tomorrow evening is definitely a positive development. That it stemmed from my rather piteous description of my lonely circumstances is by the by. I do of course dislike myself for seeing it as an opportunity to meet the people that she knows and see if they are worth latching onto; but when one is newly arrived in a strange country surely such behaviour becomes less wrong? No? Besides such mercenary thoughts she is, of course, a charming girl (Woman? Lady? Is one meant to alter how one refers to others as time goes by? I am after all probably described as a man by unfamiliar others, regardless of the fact that my inner self continues in its teenage rut.) with whom I hope some form of friendship outwith the professional can develop. That this band evening clashes with the one other thing that I have been invited to is most unfortunate.

What I am writing has now definitely deviated from the title of the post and has become entirely uninteresting, and so I will stop.

Where's a UFO when you need one?

Saturday, October 18, 2008
Where's a UFO when you need one?

Ok, that's it. I'm giving up on humanity. You can all roll about in your own mess down here, but I'm off to try and arrange an abduction. A lifetime of anal probing (who isn't fond of a spot of gentle anal probing after all) in an alien zoo will be preferable to dealing with the consequences of the choices made by the cretanous masses down here.

Take, for example, the thoughts (and I use the term quite loosely), reported in the Guardian, of this young Austrian girl when asked about the fragrant Joerg Haider:

"Some say he was criminal because he was drunk, but that's an insult," says Christa, a 17-year-old who was among the country's new young voters (the voting age is 16), who gave her support to Haider's BZO in elections two weeks ago. "He did so much for everyone."

Does she think he belittled national socialism? "Well, I don't really know what that is," she replies. "If you mean, was he right to lock up foreigners, yes, because people with a criminal tendency have no place here."

Where to begin with that little collection of ignorance and contradiction?

And it's not like we just have isolated populations of people utterly unable to rationally assess concepts that we could identify and target with crash courses in critical thinking (and yes, I realise that that thought is vaguely fascist in itself, but that's allowed in a light hearted tirade). The vast majority of the human population would quite probably answer the rhetorical question posed above with a blank stare and/or a rant about 'them immigrants'.

Still, unless the rest of Europe does a volte face on the 20th century, I should be fairly safe from invasion here in Germany.

Addendum

At first I was puzzled as to what the similarities between Haider and Diana were, but when you think about it they are quite startling: both were self-seeking publicity whores; both died in drunken car crashes; both of said crashes led to daft, and expensive, conspiracy theories (although Diana's is far superior - the Duke of Edinburgh is much more imaginative than that old conspiracy warhorse, the Jews); and both fucked slightly swarthy people.

Actually reading that last paragraph back, it has suddenly become clear to me - The Duke of Edinburgh killed Joerg Haider. Just wait until Christa (17) finds out about this...

A first post

Friday, October 17, 2008
A first post

It is with some trepidation that I have begun writing a blog. The air of self satisfied navel gazing that permeates the whole endeavour has rather put me off until this point. The primary intention here, however, is not that others read my thoughts and marvel at my originality and erudition; it is, rather, that I can write my thoughts to myself, but in a way where the target of those thoughts does not appear overly schizoid to me. Hopefully that will make the writing easier, and the purpose of the whole endeavor somewhat more attainable. If anyone else were to read what will be written here, well, that would be a pleasing by-product (unless they respond to what they read with a tirade of vicious, yet accurate, abuse, of course).

With that mission statement - a quite horrible phrase - out of the way, on with the monologue...

The Ginger Tabard 2.0

Having forgotten the password for my original account, my attempts at writing things about stuff have now moved to this place.

One should really write things down.