Saturday, 28 June 2008

A Bit Busy

Hah ha! I haven't posted in a while, and don't have much time to do so now, either, but here's a quick update before I head off to run the kids' programs at camp this week:

1. I am officially accepted into U of C this next semester! Yaaay! This was causing me some worry earlier, so I've very happy now. I will be working towards a Bachelor of Arts with a major in psychology. Now I just have to figure out why I can't enroll in this one necessary course...

2. Next week, I shall have new contact lenses. I think I'm already legally blind. At this rate, I'm going to be in sad condition when I'm forty. On the upside, next week, I'll be able to see clearly again!

3. I am finally getting excited about family camp (which starts today)! Next week VBS starts at my church. Still in dire need of volunteers...

Hmm, that's about it. I'll try and post something once family camp is over.

Because I don't have time to look for a relevant quote:

"Your chances of getting hit by lightning go up if you stand under a tree, shake your fist at the sky and say 'Storms suck!'" Johnny Carson

Monday, 16 June 2008

Lesson In Etiquette Pt. II

What not to do:

Several days ago I posted something, and I'm sorry for it now, because I realize that it upset someone I love a lot.

Please understand that I was laughing at the awkwardness of the situation, not at my brother in particular. I love my brother to pieces and would never want him to think otherwise.

While we may have some things to teach him about social situations, he's got lots to teach me about Rubiks cubes, Fire Emblem, chess, and other things along those lines.

Sorry for upsetting you, buddy.

Because it sounds like something J-man might say:
I never make stupid mistakes. Only very, very clever ones.” John Peel

Friday, 13 June 2008

Lesson in Etiquette

What not to do:

Today over supper my cousin mentioned that he had shaved everyday during YC. My brother, eager to be a part of the conversation, asked him why. My cousin replied so that he wouldn't have a mustache. My brother was confused as to why that would be a problem. "Even Brianna and Carla have slight mustaches," he said. In the stunned silence that followed, he clarified, "Very slight mustaches."

Oh, my dear brother. My cousin, laughing, said that he had never thought he would have to actually tell Justin that you don't mention girls' facial hair - ever. Justin is actually very intelligent in many things... just didn't see what the problem was in this particular situation. What a goof. :)

And no, neither my sister nor I have mustaches. Just that practically invisible stuff that everyone has everywhere except their hands and feet.

Speak the truth, but leave immediately after. " Slovenian proverb

Thursday, 5 June 2008

Recruiter's Lament

Oh where did the volunteers go?
I really would like to know.

Without our draftees, the camps cannot run,
And who wouldn't want to be part of the fun?
Either gone on vacation, or working all summer;
I don't know for whom it's the greatest bummer -
For them or for me, or for the young kid
Who won't attend day camps, but sit there amid
The bums, getting dumber and dumber.

Oh where did the volunteers go?
I really would like to know.

A volunteer position doesn't pay great,
It's too bad we can't use large paychecks as bait.
But good grief, they're fifteen - at that stage of life
One should be still carefree, not caged like a fief
Required to pay for this, that, and more.
Summer vacation's a must, but alors!
Hand me your day planner, then hand me a knife!

You're coming with us, I don't care what you say.
Just please come and help us this summer, okay?

"I have to wax my cat." Alice, from Dilbert explaining why she can't go on a date.

Sunday, 1 June 2008

Psych Considerations

The recent and awful murder-suicide here in Calgary has got me thinking. If Lall killed his family and the tenant due to a psychotic break-down, can he be held accountable for what he did? Or, if we take a more traditional view of this, can someone who was possibly possessed be considered guilty of a crime?

If you're not familiar with the story, I'll post a link here. It's the worst killing spree that's happened in Calgary for a long time.

Nobody really knows why this guy just up and killed his family. It's unlikely that it was as completely without warning signs as it seems, though the attack was obviously a huge surprise. But if he was driven to do this either because he was having a schizophrenic episode or he was being tormented by spiritual beings (or both, if they're the same thing), can his actions be counted as sin?

Whether yes or no, there's also a more practical issue that has to be dealt with:
If I were a therapist/counselor, and he came to see me, and said that he was hearing evil voices in his head, what would I do?

My dad has this idea that maybe all ailments, or at least illnesses, have both a physical and a spiritual element, in the same way that someone can die either by being physically killed or by having their spirit leave them. But if that's the case, and I'm a counselor charging people by the hour to come see me, then what's the ethical course of action? Drug a person up get rid of the symptoms without ever getting rid of the "illness"? Or cast out the "demons", if that's what's really wrong here? I know it sounds archaic, but just because we live in the 21st century doesn't mean that demonic influences don't exist anymore.

And if it actually turns out that these people are being tormented by demons, then is it thoroughly disgusting and wrong to use God's power (because it wouldn't be mine) to free the people, and then charge them for it, because counselors charge by the hour? Is it even possible? Or would it be more wrong to not deal with the basic issue and just deal with the symptoms? Or is this entire mental illness = evil spiritual activity idea completely out to lunch?

What is a counselor supposed to do? Thoughts, anyone?

Wow, this is a really weird post.

Because I am completely confused:
"He attacked everything in life with a mix of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which." Douglas Adams