6.02.2011

Composing up some compositions

I'll probably return to posting distressing pictures and stories about public restrooms soon, but I wanted to share something I've been working on.

Below is a draft of program notes for a two-piano piece about obsessive-compulsive disorder. The original plan was to write a suite about various mental illnesses. However, I've done more research on OCD than any others and I think my ability to write about OCD effectively, to communicate the gravity of it without being overwhelming, and to find the humor in it without being exploitative, is a little stronger than any other condition. I know psych disorders, and they say to write what you know. But if I write a bunch of jarring, uncomfortable pieces, and ESPECIALLY if I incorporate a behavioral element to the whole suite the way I do for the OCD bit, then I'm walking a fine line. You don't want people to walk away with misconceptions, but you don't want to be didactic. If there is too much humor, you run the risk of trivializing conditions that cause real suffering, and coming across as mocking - something that I would never, never want to do. Conversely, if it's too overwrought, then you're milking an easy source of pathos and manipulating the audience. Or you just come across as ham-handed and thick.

I guess what's concerning me is, I've been researching schizophrenia - not that I haven't had a great deal of up-close-and-personal experience with it, but with a year between me and my psych clinic job, I found I could use a refresher. I've been watching lots of interviews, as well as unplanned television appearances by people with the disorder. (I maintain my assertion that The Rent is Too Damn High Party founder Jimmy McMillan's apparent derailment of thought indicates at the very least a mild case of disorganized schizophrenia.) Anyway, I've also been watching a lot of educational videos about schizophrenia, and they all come across hollow. You can tell the fake ones. Even the ones that take the actual words of a person with schizophrenia and put them in an actor's mouth, you can tell. They sanitize it, and in doing so, they take away from the experience. I know that the experience of schizophrenia is a little different for everyone, but I've NEVER dealt with anyone in the midst of a psychotic episode whose language was G-rated like it is in those videos. And when you take that out, and you hire sub-par actors to sleepwalk their way through the lines, then the sheer physical and psychological violence of the experience doesn't get communicated at all. But again, could I communicate it bett? And again, if I am determined not to sanitize it, then I also run the opposing risk of being provocative for its own sake (in that oh-so-predictable, fresh-out-of-art-school way, no less.)

Anyway, I DO have a fairly lengthy piece about obsessive-compulsive disorder, and here, as I said, is a bit of a user's guide, to be included in the program upon performance.

About the Piece

This piece is an attempt at depicting obsessive-compulsive disorder through musical performance.

This piece is an attempt at depicting obsessive-compulsive disorder through musical performance. It is built on a series of increasing motifs, governed by a set of rules. As with obsessive-compulsive disorder, the rules often conflict with or contradict each other, and which rule wins out in the end is often entirely arbitrary.

The piece begins with a three-note motif, representing an intrusive thought - an obsession. The performer wants above all else to shed himself of this idea, but cannot, for fear of some unknown force.

Every fifth measure, the D sounds in the bass clef. This is a pedal tone, of sorts. It sounds every five measures because, as the performer mentions quietly, it HAS to. The consequences of not playing the note are too terrible to be imagined.

The performer rids himself of the idea, of the three-note motif, and another one takes hold - the tetrachord. The performer is acquainting himself with the tetrachord when the three-note motif reasserts itself. A rule emerges - These two musical ideas must be played until they end at the same time, and end at the end of a measure.

As five- and six-note motifs emerge, the rule is established that each motivic idea must have one more note - whatever the rhythmic value - than the idea that came before it. While carrying out the intense need to play these motives until they synchronize, the performer becomes increasingly aware of the expectations of the audience, and ashamed of the performance, culminating in a series of seemingly endless apologies.

The performer attempts settle down, clear his mind, and play something different to drive out the anxieties - a nice, lyrical melody, though occasionally marred by the stubborn compulsion to sound the D every fifth measure. Unfortunately, the original intrusive thought - the three notes - returns forcefully. He hammers at them in anger, but cannot stop playing them. Yet another motif - seven notes this time - appears, and soon he is playing all of them together, again waiting for them to end simultaneously. As this action is being performed, a new compulsion arises, a common one - he must not step on the cracks. The "cracks" in this case are, of course, the bar lines. This results in a stuttery, halting performance. (Similar to the gait of a person who is avoiding the cracks.) The one exemption to this rule is the pedal tone, which continues as normal. As mentioned earlier, the "rules" often conflict, and there is little rhyme or reason to which ones ultimately "win." (For instance, the need to clean a bathroom may conflict with the need to avoid "contamination," resulting in a powerful state of anxiety with the result more or less a toss-up.) In the end, the performer's mounting concern over what he perceives to be the audience's frustration with him compels him to "cheat," and speed up one of the patterns so that they will all line up sooner and he can escape. Unfortunately, he still must contend with the need for a perfect cadence, a suitable final chord, and a satisfactory bow.

The piece is actually performed on two pianos, as too many notes sound simultaneously to be played on one. The second pianist is hidden from view, so as not to distract from the aspect of the OCD sufferer completing his or her rituals. The sheet music includes performance notes for key elements - the cleansing of the keyboard, for instance - but it also serves as an antagonist to the performer, voicing the same sort of intrusive thoughts that take hold of the mind of a person with OCD. "You are terrible," the music says, several times. During the more difficult passages, the music outright taunts the performer - "You are going to mess this up, and everyone will know you are a fraud." This is to set the tone for the performance, and to try to help the performer understand the experience of the disease.

About the Disease

Obsessive-compulsive disorder is an anxiety disorder. Remembering this is key to understanding the condition. The obsessions are myriad, but are often religious, violent, or sexual in nature - they include fears that either something terrible is going to happen to the sufferer, or that the sufferer is going to do something terrible. These fears are almost always completely irrational, but their continued presence makes it difficult for the OCD patient to focus on anything else - enter the compulsions. The compulsions are actions that are repeated over and over in order to reduce the anxiety caused by the obsessive thoughts. It's important to understand that the obsessions and compulsions are seldom logically linked - you know the old saying, "Don't step on a crack, or you'll fall and break your mother's back?" That's textbook OCD - you have an irrational fear and a bizarre behavior, neither of which are logically connected in any way. Now if you can imagine that instead of being a childrens' game that it's an overpowering, sense of all-consuming terror that never quite leaves you, you're pretty close to knowing what OCD is like. In the mind of the OCD sufferer, the action must be performed, or the imagined consequence will become a certainty.

There is a biological basis for OCD - it's correlated with decreased levels of serotonin in the brain and abnormalities in the orbitofrontal cortex and basal ganglia of the brain - parts of the brain involved with planning out behavior. The disease is often found in conjunction with other anxiety disorders, and is also strongly associated with above-average intelligence.

OCD is different from many psych disorders in that patients are usually aware that something is wrong - people suffering from bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, borderline personality disorder, and other psychiatric issues typically don't demonstrate that level of self-awareness about their illness. OCD is also different from gambling addiction, overeating and other addictive behaviors in that the sufferer receives no pleasure from performing these actions, and usually wishes quite desperately to stop.

While it can be debilitating, OCD is also fairly treatable. Because the disease is linked to lower levels of serotonin - one of the same neurotransmitters involved in depression - antidepressants that increase serotonin are often used to treat OCD. Behavior therapy has also shown promise in treating OCD sufferers. While it is a difficult burden with which to be saddled, the prognosis for OCD is much more hopeful than many other psychiatric conditions, and help is available through licensed counselors or even general-practice physicians.

3.25.2011

Restroom Etiquette and Design

Today I went to a local burger joint. It just opened up, and it is pretty spectacular. I'm not sure if it's really as great as I think it is, or if our little hamlet was just that badly in need of a good burger, but either way, it's pretty spectacular.

Unfortunately, I had to duck into the restroom today, where I discovered that it is roughly the size of your average janitorial supply closet. The door opens out, but I still found myself nearly walking directly into a gentleman who was washing his hands. I mumbled an apology and slid between him and the door to find that the restroom looked like this:
Please note that "privacy wall" is not labeled anywhere on this diagram. I mean, there's a stall wall, but the urinal is just out in the open. Also, because this image is top down, what I cannot show you is that the urinal is one of those creepy models that extends all the way down to the floor. Between the urinal type, the lack of privacy, and the closed quarters, there was absolutely no way to use this restroom without feeling like I was walking up beside a complete stranger and relieving myself on the floor right next to him.

Of course, I waited until he left, but then I realized something else: Other people might need to go to the bathroom. Sure enough, someone did.

There are Rules in the Men's Room. Rules of etiquette, protocol, and decency. Rules that are driven almost entirely by a collective deep-seated anxiety. Whatever their root, I'm happy as long as they're being followed. I am comfortable with deep-seated anxiety. I understand it. This guy (I assume it was he because it was a Men's Room; but I sure as hell wasn't making eye contact, so I guess I don't know for sure) clearly knew the rules as well, because he made a beeline for the stall, rather than wait for me. Of course, that meant having to position myself to accommodate his changing perspective.

Of course, I left as soon as possible, according to the Rules.

Now, I know that I've got some quirks when it comes to my privacy in this situation. But even so, this seems like some staggeringly poor design, and I can only think about what sort of neanderthal mind conceived it. Maybe it's someone who's simply impractical, but I like to think it's someone who's brazenly immodest, the kind of person that starts acting hammered after a beer and a half as an excuse to start removing clothing. That or someone who, like Thomas Kinkade, Painter of Light, believes strongly in "ritual territory marking." and is looking for a socially acceptable way of recreating that feeling.

Either way, there you have it. This restroom was designed either by an incompetent or pervert. Frankly, I'm hoping for pervert. It would be nice to know that someone gained something out of my misery.

2.21.2011

Texhebas, the Heart of the American Railroad

During the Super Bowl (an annual ritual in which I sometimes participate, the various arcana of which I shall not bore you with here) this advertisement ran:

Now, I haven't honestly watched the whole thing, but my various perplexed friends on the Internet inform me that it is a video of a country singer. There is a song in his heart, and that song is about the Texas-based pharmacy chain HEB. What my friends heard that vexed them so was apparently the singer informing the listener that one cannot spell "Texas" without the letters H, and E, and B. This caused a great deal of confusion, which I will now attempt to dispel.

While many people heard and understood "Texas," the song was, in reality, about the little-known city of Texhebas. Texhebas (silent "HEB") was founded in 1865 by the Union Pacific Railroad Company as a company town for railroad workers. It is located at the precise center of the country (not the center of the country ...as you can find it on a map, but the real one. The center of the country that is designated on maps is a false one, designed to keep intruders from discovering the city. Upon seeing their great work completed, the Union Pacific employees found life empty, and bewildering, and the great city of Texhebas moved entirely underground. In the safety of their caverns, the people continued to build great railways under the surface of the Earth, a crisscrossing network of tracks that enables those who know of it to reach any point in the nation in just under three hours. This is, in fact, the great "Underground Railroad" made famous by Harriet Tubman.

Unfortunately, the inhabitants of Texhebas, insular as they were and so focused on their work, evolved over time, developing bodies that were uniquely suited to building railroads. With their burly forearms and keen depth perception, they seldom venture from their caves, realizing as they must how truly different they are. As they diverge increasingly from humanity, it becomes harder and harder to draw them from their underground metropolis, but about once every twenty or so years, when new railroads need building, the great rail companies send a single emissary, carrying a single suitcase, containing a single golden spike, similar to the final spike driven into the First Transcontinental Railroad. This humble offering reminds the people of the debt they still feel they owe to their "benefactors," and clambering out under cover of night, the build the tracks in secret, often in a single, fantastic night, before returning home.

The moral of the story is that while you cannot PRONOUNCE the "H-E-B" in Texas, it is absolutely ESSENTIAL to include it in the spelling. Otherwise, there would be no way to differentiate Texhebas from Texas, and as everyone knows, that would lead only to confusion, and chaos.

2.13.2011

Composting tips!

Now you can compost, too! Here's how I do it.
Step 1: Gather up your excess vegetable matter in your hands, and go to the back door.
Step 2: Fling your vegetables out of the back door as hard as you can.
Step 3 (and this is the trick, here): Yell, "COMPOOOOOST!" at the top of your lungs.

2.06.2011

Vera Bradley

I like Vera Bradley. I like Vera Bradley because she has drive and ambition, and a clear mission: Friggin' quilts on Everything in the Whole Damn World.

Mostly, I like Vera Bradley because I like fashion trends that are EASILY RECOGNIZABLE. I see a quilt on some stuff, and I'm like, "Oh, hey! Vera Bradley!" And a lady is like, "It sure is! How did you know that? You must be a Sensitive Dude."

"As a matter of fact, I am," I say, smiling a cocky half-grin and raising an eyebrow. "You're welcome."

Sometimes I mix up my Veras and say "Vera Wang" instead of "Vera Bradley." Truth be told, Vera Wang's aesthetic sense lines up with mine a lot more, but I feel like Vera Bradley's attitude has gotta line up with mine. I'm an excitable guy. It doesn't take a lot for me to get enthusiastic about something. I know a lot of people read and enjoy Dinosaur Comics, but I don't know how many people relate to T-Rex as a character. I do. And that kind of single-minded excitement is how I imagine Vera Bradley goes about her business. I can see her goin' out for coffee, her friend points out a chair with a nice shape, and she gets all excited. "Hell, yeah! Bring it into the studio, let's put some quilts on it! While we're at it, let's see if we can engineer a way to quilt over this cinnamon shaker.. You know what would make those drapes better? If they were friggin' QUILTS!"

EDIT:
I have recently been informed that in addition to the quiltage, another Vera Bradley hallmark is the an inordinate number of pockets. I cannot express my approval of this deeply enough. I approve SO HARD. My favorite jacket is my favorite jacket primarily because it has pockets over nearly every square inch. There are pockets in the friggin' sleeve, and I keep pencils there. I feel like Inspector flippin' Gadget. From now on, I'll feel like Inspector Gadget, but also Vera Bradley.

1.31.2011

The Internet, Egypt, and a Fascination of Mine

Anonymous Internet Users Help Egypt Communicate
Segment from the above article, by Craig Kanally, submitted for review:

"When Internet and mobile services were cut off in Egypt on Thursday night, though landlines were operational, members immediately got to work to send information to Egyptian fax numbers. ...

...The activists thus began providing instructions for using dial-up modems and amateur radios, known as Ham radios, which the Egyptian people could use to communicate.

The group says it's also worked on receiving and decoding amateur radio messages, sent on frequencies recommended by the group of activists. While these groups have only been able to receive a small amount of messages of a short length with an unknown source, the Egyptian people's use of amateur radio to transmit messages represents an interesting utilization of old-fashioned technology to circumvent government restrictions."


You Can't Stop the Signal.
And that's the beauty of this thing we've built. We have the Library of Alexandria, rolled up with the Forum, sitting in our homes, at our fingertips. And it has connected us, irrevocably, and these connections have transformed us and the way that we interact, and when that is taken away, we will find a way to take it back.

Human beings are, first and foremost, social creatures, and our era possess the most powerful social tool in history - because it's not just a way to communicate, it's a record of unimaginable depth and breadth. People ask what's going to come after the Internet, but I really think we haven't finished exploring what we've got now. We haven't yet reached the full extent of the way the Internet can change us and what we do.

You want to bring democracy to Egypt? Bring the Internet back to them. Because the Internet is the Great Equalizer. When we all have the same information, we can all apply our various perspectives to a situation, draw conclusions, hone our ideas using the ideas of others - and there's power in that. Knowledge is not Wisdom, but it is Power. And it's in the hands of everyone that can walk into a library and sit down at a computer. Granted, it's not everyone yet, but it's a heck of a start.
Here's to the beauty of it all.

1.25.2011

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Is it gross that all this news about how their tacos only have like 36% beef is making me seriously crave some Taco Bell?

Heh. It's a Tacopocalypse! Tacopocalypse in Tacopopolis, story at eleven.