You won't be the newbie the next time. I hope you get the opportunity again. I only had the opportunity to return to Venezuela once, during my first Sea Year. I did manage to look up the parents of an old friend though (he was away at college - Wake Forest). We took the Teleferico (cable car) from Maiquetia, over the mountains and into the capitol city. It was all taxis from there. Good times. :)
It's amazing that part of your childhood was spent in Venezuela! I can't imagine having grown up in a foreign country and how that could influence your entire world view. I've only been outside the US as an adult and even then only a few times. It's definitely something everyone should experience.
I agree. It makes you appreciate what it really means to be an American. I was too young to remember living 3.5 years in Madrid before Venezuela (ages 2.5-6), but the Spanish did come easier to me than most when we arrived in Venezuela (ages 10-14) (I'd forgotten it all). Military deployments. In '67 his choices were Vietnam (1-year single) or Caracas (3 years - w/family). He chose family (and a longer deployment which he extended a year so as to get a "promotion" and "retire" in '70).
This trip probably opened you eyes a bit more, too... although Texas is pretty close to Mexico. As for me, I only really saw Manzanillo (Mexico) in '76, and it was very much like Caracas (only slightly more arid).
No, I have an anonymous poster named 'Q' who is pro-Ukrainian and writes like an Eastern European. He's a big Sci-Fi fan (Stanislaw Lem is his 'mentor'). I think he might be part of the Ukrainian effort to maintain Ukrainian support, but he won't tell me much about himself, but wants me to be very concerned about "Russia"...
....and you know me, contrarian to the core.
He seems to be a decent guy.... but I wouldn't bet my life on it (yet).
And yeah, I'm still digesting "Inside"... and still have problems leaving my own comfort zones. One day, I'll take it all to heart, but am probably MUCH too comfortable at present.
Again, it's probably our different upbringings... I spent most of my childhood living WAY outside of my comfort zone, so as soon as I could find one, I crawled into it. In my mind though, i see myself living as a South American expat. Chile probably. It feels very "California", but without the crazy Californians. Valparaiso... or even Argentina/ Buenos Aires...
Yeah, I never understood the appeal. I like the idea of having 'lifestyle options'. I'm sure I'd make a terrible 24/7/365 Christian, and would always be 'suspect' since I refuse to do communion any more. I'd have to move someplace 'remote'.
How'd you like it? I saw it about a month or two ago. I remember it had an interesting premise, a woman with her baby's brain relearning and re-experiencing everything.
I can't say as I ever met a Christian Nationalist. My sister was a devout Christian though. She's living in Kodiak Alaska now, and she has a workshop where she restores Eastern Orthodox Icons. My BiL is very religious as well, studied "theology" and became a business consultant for executives of a large San Francisco based private construction firm (Bechtel). He's retired now, but active in the Russian Orthodox church. I think that they both became eastern orthodox when they retired to Alaska. We're not very close. She dropped out of UC Santa Cruz and married in 1970 when we returned to the US after living in venezuela for 4 years (she only lived there for 1). They were "hippies"... while my BiL was attending seminary (Princeton) they ran a halfway house for ex-cons transitioning from prison to the outside. That was when I was at the Academy.
Perhaps the real fear of a Christian Nationalist is a fear of "the other's jouissance". Sounds like the Christian religion in a protective secular wrapper (that can perform the immoral acts that keep its' central religion 'pure').
The solution?
...>we need a solidarity of struggles, not a “dialogue of cultures" (or nations).
The only way to effectively fight “Eurocentrism” is from within, mobilizing Europe’s radical-emancipatory tradition. In short, our solidarity with non-Europeans should be a solidarity of struggles, not a “dialogue of cultures” but a uniting of struggles within each culture. - Zizek, "The Need to traverse the Fantasy"
Yeah, I took myself off Effexor a little over a decade ago. I don't miss it. My biggest challenge was getting my doctor and those around me to allow me to stop medicating a socially induced condition (depression) for Burnout (Byung-Chul Han, "The Burnout Society"). Fortunately I no longer have to "market myself" and can "relax" a little. I used to have a "stress eczema" on top of my left hand and fingers. It's entirely gone now.
I'm glad you don't miss it. I don't necessarily miss feeling completely flat, but at the moment the world has sharp edges, visually and auditorially. Everything is so harsh and abrasive. People included. :P
People are idiots. You just need to accept that and focus on not reacting. You care too much for them. You need to focus more on yourself, and your own jouissance. We're depressed because ITS repressed (our jouissance). Break the rules. Break the laws (name-of-the-father). There are no 'others' or "Big Others" we need to please. They can't be pleased. So please yourself.
I know, sounds narcissistic, doesn't it? But we are much too "pleasing" in our futile effort to project "happy" and "positive" versions of ourselves onto the world (ie Facebook). You need to be able to be "negative" and let others see and experience this side of yourself, to say "No" to others. To see the "negativity" in others as well.
btw - I used to "decompress" on the ride home from work (usually 1-1.5 hours). Fortunately, I was in a carpool and w/o a cell phone. When "work from home" started in '21(?), I actually missed that. I know, 1.5 hours of forced 'boredom'. But it did keep the rapid neuronal fire-re-uptake re-fire "cycle" from spiralling.
If you'd have asked me about my commute at the time, I would have said that I hated it. But looking back now, I realize that its' probably what keep me sane. It wasn't until I look back now that I realize that these daily "forced breaks" are what probably kept me from a total nervous collapse.
You also find jouissance often in the small things. Like when hitting the mute button on the tv remote when a loud commercial comes on. The ensuing silence suddenly refreshes your entire mental state, like you weren't really aware of the stress and tension in the noise before. It's like "relief". And on another spectrum, like when you skiing down a bowl filled with fresh powder from a snow the night before. The adrenalines flowing, but you're in the moment and free to turn whatever direction you choose... small things
Maine sounds like fun. A good time to visit, too. Have a great trip. And a happy, but belated birthday wish for you, too. 50. I'm not sure I can remember back that far... ;)
Are you just visiting the Maine coast, or are you going inland? I used to visit UNH Durham for work, and once wandered around Portland. I loved it. I remember that I once drove to the Maine border, crossed it, and came across a golf driving range. I stopped and bought a bucket of balls and discovered that if I took my shoes off, I could drive the balls much more consistently and farther. The last golf ball I ever drove was absolutely "perfect". I haven't touched a club since.
So even though I haven't "really" spent time in Maine, I do have a fond memory of it, and the "perfect drive".
btw, ever drink a "Wicked Ale"? That's another Maine memory.
We'll be staying in Boston for one night, then a week in Camden. I don't think we'll stray far from the coast. I've been to Camden once before, and spent a week in Scarborough several years ago. I love what little I've seen of Maine. I would eventually like to explore more inland and find some cool towns to visit. Last time we were in Camden I was surprised at the prices of homes just a few miles from the coast. They were surprisingly affordable! Texas used to have the most affordable land and homes but that's changing, sadly. Anyway, I'm excited to sit on the grass and watch the boats in the port. I feel like a kid when I'm near the ocean.
It was a while ago (Wicked Ale). Probably no longer made.
Camden. Looks nice! I usually lodged in a B&B in Durham, NH, about a mile from campus (UNH). I stayed in their visitor dorms once, too... it was in the woods and had ceiling-to-floor windows that brought the woods inside. But the B&B was my favorite. Very "Maine-sy". For around 2 years, I visited once a month while they built an instrument (ULEIS) for the ACE spacecraft to monitor the progress being made for CalTech and the NASA project office.
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This trip probably opened you eyes a bit more, too... although Texas is pretty close to Mexico. As for me, I only really saw Manzanillo (Mexico) in '76, and it was very much like Caracas (only slightly more arid).
....and you know me, contrarian to the core.
He seems to be a decent guy.... but I wouldn't bet my life on it (yet).
And yeah, I'm still digesting "Inside"... and still have problems leaving my own comfort zones. One day, I'll take it all to heart, but am probably MUCH too comfortable at present.
I guess it's different for everyone, but being domesticated and doing the same thing every day has been frightening for me.
Life is just so short.
There's certainly been a come down since getting back home but it's not what I expected.
I'm having a hard time caring about so much of the daily minutia. Entitled people. Messy kitchens. Work. Politics blah blah
Apparently my comfort zone is in avoiding the daily grind.
Did you ever know Jungle Mom? She's in Uruguay...
I see myself somewhere other than the US. I think we're headed in a bad direction with the growth of Christian nationalism.
I can't say as I ever met a Christian Nationalist. My sister was a devout Christian though. She's living in Kodiak Alaska now, and she has a workshop where she restores Eastern Orthodox Icons. My BiL is very religious as well, studied "theology" and became a business consultant for executives of a large San Francisco based private construction firm (Bechtel). He's retired now, but active in the Russian Orthodox church. I think that they both became eastern orthodox when they retired to Alaska. We're not very close. She dropped out of UC Santa Cruz and married in 1970 when we returned to the US after living in venezuela for 4 years (she only lived there for 1). They were "hippies"... while my BiL was attending seminary (Princeton) they ran a halfway house for ex-cons transitioning from prison to the outside. That was when I was at the Academy.
The solution?
...>we need a solidarity of struggles, not a “dialogue of cultures" (or nations).
The only way to effectively fight “Eurocentrism” is from within, mobilizing Europe’s radical-emancipatory tradition. In short, our solidarity with non-Europeans should be a solidarity of struggles, not a “dialogue of cultures” but a uniting of struggles within each culture.
- Zizek, "The Need to traverse the Fantasy"
The question is, where is my jouissance? I'm not sure where to find it, other than travel and mission work.
Welp. I guess that answers that question.
We have an trip to Maine coming up in 2 weeks and I'm excited. It'll be nice and chilly and a big change of scenery.
It's been 4 weeks now and the brain zaps are diminishing. I'm still taking 5htp (precursor to serotonin) as a supplement and it seems to be helping.
I just turned 50 yesterday.
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Maine sounds like fun. A good time to visit, too. Have a great trip. And a happy, but belated birthday wish for you, too. 50. I'm not sure I can remember back that far... ;)
And you're right, pleasure is found in the small things.
So even though I haven't "really" spent time in Maine, I do have a fond memory of it, and the "perfect drive".
btw, ever drink a "Wicked Ale"? That's another Maine memory.
I love what little I've seen of Maine. I would eventually like to explore more inland and find some cool towns to visit. Last time we were in Camden I was surprised at the prices of homes just a few miles from the coast. They were surprisingly affordable! Texas used to have the most affordable land and homes but that's changing, sadly.
Anyway, I'm excited to sit on the grass and watch the boats in the port. I feel like a kid when I'm near the ocean.
Camden. Looks nice! I usually lodged in a B&B in Durham, NH, about a mile from campus (UNH). I stayed in their visitor dorms once, too... it was in the woods and had ceiling-to-floor windows that brought the woods inside. But the B&B was my favorite. Very "Maine-sy". For around 2 years, I visited once a month while they built an instrument (ULEIS) for the ACE spacecraft to monitor the progress being made for CalTech and the NASA project office.