Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Sunday, May 25, 2014


What’s normal now (6)…we are the worlds of our hosted bugs

Torrey Orton

May 25, 2014

 

Levels of life in fact …

 

Recently SBS TV hosted a series on the bugs upon and within us. We provide them with a living and they provide us with life. The uncounted hordes cleaning up our exterior are exceeded in number and diversity by those inside which give tangible meaning to a ‘gut feel’. Even knowing they are there vigorously gathering away does not give access to any perception of their presence in their reality – invisible and intangible things to us which yet succeed in comforting us, or not. We just have to believe they are so until we get a look though a scanning microscope at the myriad creeping and crawling things polishing our armour (skin) and processing our roughage (digestion).

We and they are all alive for a while, but only aware of each other in moments of failure to provide our respective services to each other, such as the result of an unintended injury like an antibiotic attack on a germ which defaults indiscriminately to all bugs and disables digestion in one way or another. However, our communication is indirect, by gesture as it were – ‘I’m sick to my stomach with…’ or, ‘It was a gut wrenching experience…’ from the inner residents to the host and ‘Here’s something soothing for that diarrhoea...’ from the host to the residents. Both are well within reach of the others’ sensibilities, but almost without regard for each other except in an emotional storm driven by objective threats to viability – menaces of death of various kinds.

… and perception

When the bugs’ world is distorted by ours, we, for those moments, are focussed by their collective distress away from our concerns, taking up theirs as if they are ours – which they are, so to speak, but we cannot conduct a life at the microscopic level. When we do so by force of disease we are heading for the doorways of perception’s close. That’s how a serious gastro-enteric stomach bug feels, as it literally lays waste with us.

So, too, do we dally with the brain’s presence to us: we kiss lips, not neuronal networks. If the networks are distorted by injuries physical (blunt force trauma; natural declines of genetic weakness or ageing) or emotional (disregard, deprivation, and the ensuing despairs of our oppression over time), our self in its physical guise is compromised. But it is unhelpful to our management of that compromise to point out its brainy compositions. What do we expect anyone to do with that observation themselves? Well, they can affect their sense of self by a variety of means – meditation, walking, eating right, sleeping OK …– those are the levels of action which are known to affect daily well-being directly already.


What’s neuron’s got to do with us – the lip kissing us - except in that facilitative sense which the bugs also are for us? They are different levels of perception and action, like that between Newtonian and quantum physics. We are in the Newtonian world and it is in the quantum.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

My 50th boarding school reunion bio


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June 29, 2011


This is what I submitted as background info in me for attendees at our 50th reunion May 12-14, 2011. I thought I'd post it because it captures a certain present self-assessment and history that isn't covered by topical posts but probably affects them in more and less subliminal ways. The pic's a bit out of date, so I dropped it…



Taft School Class of '61 Bio for Torrey Orton


I am leading a life I have mostly chosen, missing some things on the way that being less devoted to choosing would have given me. Much of it has been composed of things I never thought of, nor knew of, at Taft - living in Melbourne (35yrs), Beijing (2yrs), Shanghai (1.5yrs) and Paris (1.5yrs) for starters. Some has been planned like becoming a psychotherapist and organisation consultant in my 50's. As a result of meeting Jane by chance on a hot July, 1970 NYC afternoon, I started learning deeply that there are other worlds than the American one(s), whence an eventual change of citizenship couched in the Melbourne body of my life.

 
Much of this life has been an exploration of different worlds, inner and outer, prefigured by a helping professions orientation which was emerging at Williams and confirmed in 5 years of HS teaching, and alternative school and commune building in New Haven, moderated by 2 years of a Yale philosophy Masters over 1965-72. In the following 40 years I only once slipped outside the helping life to run a bank IT systems project 1989-91 – but even then it was an HR system.

 
The bank was merged-over by a neighbour and I got an unexpected redundancy package jump start into consulting, which was where I meant to go next anyway. My consulting has always had an organisational focus and in intercultural flavour, with a personal development infrastructure (I started a small psychotherapy practice in tandem with consulting). This combination produced my second biggest adult learning experience – partnering and coaching a Chinese partner in a start-up in Shanghai from 1998 til now. The third was living in Beijing in 1981-83. The fourth is a toss-up between fulltime therapist and part-time blogger for the last two years...taking both seriously, but not enough to step up or out a quantum jump. Maybe it's time to go back to aikido.

 
Jane has been accompanying me and being accompanied by me since that July afternoon in International House at Columbia Univ. The commitment to things Chinese has always been her lead. My following there has acquired its own momentum and valences, while adding my therapeutic and organisational tones to hers. She stepped into the retiring time of life 2 years ago by launching a career-topping innovation in Chinese language teacher education, with about every complexity I can think of!

 
My first biggest learning will probably be what emerges from here on. One theme is rehabilitation of public life, which I have blogged for two years with special interest in ethics and public discourses about difficult issues – climate, science, thinking while in danger. Another is living in reach of mountains and water, which will be in 3 month French chunks since we both seem likely to work til we drop, more or less. If I could give up worrying about the world it would be simpler; I cannot.

 
The great unknown is resilience. I've just been reminded this month (January '11) that I'm as prone as any to surprise attacks on the body personal – this time acute pancreatitis. 8 years ago a slow heart beat dropped me in a street. The beat has been picked up by a pacemaker since then. Along the way I enjoy more aspects of life than ever – many only accessible through the windows of age!

 
January 30, 2011

Sunday, May 31, 2009

6 views of death – some measures of life

6 Views of death – some measures of life

Torrey Orton
May 31, 2009

You're driving down a road in the desert, and the engine suddenly stops. . no Pep Boys, no Auto Club to help. Whether the road continues is of no consequence. It has ended for you.”

This is Edward Schniedman, dead at 90 in LA, predicting his own death’s nature. While death is death, what it means seems to be a matter of opinion. Even what it is seems so, too. So, I offer some views of death as my contribution to the debates and discourses about death. I have a stake. I’m old enough (66) to know that I’m nearer the end of my term than its beginning. I’ve outlived my father and his father by 2 years. I’m pretty clear I want to die when I want to if I can and have taken steps to encourage its probability.

I share this view and intent with my wife. We’ve signed the necessary papers to ensure (there’s a wondrous claim these days) that the ‘life support’ technologies are turned off, or left off, if we’re incapable of being consulted. Some things stand in the way of my confidence, mostly others with other meanings to death, who may want not to accept what I have legally decided. These stem from their meanings of life. Some of them are catastrophically confronting for people like me. How can I understand this better, and maybe them, too? This is the terrain of naturally fundamentalist thinking in fact, not merely in faith or theory. The resurrected are only seen in faith tracts and films.

This series of views is undertaken with intellectual wonderment at the difficulty of the task of making sense of death. The counter point is my emotional wrenching by the uncertain fulfilment of my preference to choose my own death time as much as that’s possible. Some of the pathways to the views may traverse the following terrains.

Some initial takes on life-death

For instance, there is the common notion of a ‘good death’. Dying on one’s own kitchen floor or over-night in bed, as one of my parents did, qualifies for this label. In some pre-modern societies there was an understanding that one’s time had a limit and making ways for others was both necessary and honourable. A next-best ‘good death’ may be that at home with more or less extended periods of relatively painless decline and social intimates present continuously on the way.

Then we have the increasing squeamishness of late modernity about any damage to the self, driven by an implicit assumption that we can be protected from all imaginable dangers (see some of the submissions to the Victorian Royal Commission based on assumptions that the actual bushfire conditions could have been foreseen and planned comprehensively for).

The handmaiden of this feeling, this aversion to the material tribulations of everyday life, is the philosophy of ‘nice’. It has been enhanced by the actions of the damages lawyers and the health marketing fraternities. The latter sell hopes of endless life and instant recoveries (you deserve a lineless face of pot-less gut as much as you deserve a Gucci or a Ferrari) from the costs of living (obesity, wrinkles, varicosities and lost hair among them).

So, we are not to see death or damage in public (my ex-countrymen took this even further by banning the showing of those dead from defending the country). Nor even should we speak them. Our public servants are trained (I assume; why else this tortured rhetoric and toneless, robotic delivery by cops and docs and pols?) to say anything but ‘dead’, ‘body’ or similar explicits. Rather we are given ‘the deceased’ who ‘passed on’ (just to somewhere else?) or more grimly ‘passed away’ (finality is acknowledged), or, more evasively, just ‘passed’ (like a train in the night?). Yet all are “tragedies” (with the exception of registered crims and malefactors by acclamation) in print, on screen and in the mundane discourse of our neighbourhoods.

Politics of life-death

The politics of life-death are this: a few (about 20 %) of the electorate in Australia are prepared to fight to the death to preserve the right of every conception to come to term and every adult to be constrained from dying on their own terms, assisted or not. They get a larger electoral influence because the field of voters is finely poised between the major parties and small factors shift small margins in finely poised electorates. Electorally correct and ethically unfair.

The facts of death – who, how many, when, but not often how or why – are available daily, along with births. With one exception: suicides, successful and attempted are seldom reported unless unavoidable and even then only implicitly (notably death by train. So the fact that we begin and end are matters of public record, presumably because enough of us are interested to warrant the use of space that might otherwise be sold for ciggy and alcopop ads. One of these facts is that we cannot meaningfully speak of death or birth separately without being in denial of the absent partner – life is death and death is life; we are living-dying beings; we live for a while, and, however long it never amounts to how long we have not existed.

In addition, the boundaries are a bit suss. For example, where does IVF fit with naturally occurring conception; similarly where does life support machinery fit with naturally occurring death. Notice that neither of these options is available to the poor anywhere. Some of the poor some places do have the chance to sell a part of their biological resources to the rich (comparatively) elsewhere And, as the Everest example below highlights, human rights are easily over-ruled by specific disabling circumstances, plus variations in courage (or, as I’d have you think, variations in need for martyrdom, which is just a label for a split-second decision). This is also the land of everyday hospital triage under disaster conditions.

A program of explorations

I hope, after building various views of life-death, to arrive at a place where fully rounded treatments of life-death issues can more often be achieved. This would mean, for example, considering all specific issues in the context of the materially and socially enabling factors through which any resolution is constructed. In other words, to use consistently the biopsychosocial construct on which some evidence-based medicine supposedly stands as one for all life-death matters.

So here’s a contents page for some views of life-death to come at this site in this series. The first I have elaborated a bit to give a sense of the material argument. The rest are skeletal images. The order is not assured, nor are the topics guaranteed as stated. I’ll be learning as a I go and that may change my overall perspective and the features in its view.

1) Extreme sports and....the permeability of rights in pursuit of meaning – for example:

Cathy O’Dowd’s Rewind 1999 piece in Sunday Life (24 May ’09, pg. 30; Melbourne) included a report of her passing by a dying woman on the north face of Everest. “The general public don’t get this: they think, ‘As long as she’s alive, you can’t leave’. But they live in a world where you can call the police or an ambulance. You can’t do that on Everest.” The same story was reported in 2007 with a more extended treatment, and the same ending.

High risk sports – not tennis, basketball, net ball, bowls - like sky diving, paragliding, bungee jumping (?), base jumping, peak bagging, have been around since lion-baiting was the entry price for manhood in sub-Saharan hunter-gatherers. These are the actions of people whose meaning is tenuous enough to require excitement-enhanced expression.

In Australia we have our own (but don’t others, too?) sport - binge drinking: specialty of the young and younger olds, with death dealing potentials and fulfillments every weekend. These are called “tragedies” when they are merely excesses of youthful riskiness. Some don’t even apologise for the damage to others it occasions – both male and female (e.g. -Maria Makridakis, 26; THEAGE May 23, ‘09).

2) Beginning of life and ...rights to life.
Why is IVF a government sponsored medical alternative whose clients believe it is their right – namely the right to have a child even when it’s not naturally happening for them?

3) ‘Normal’ end of life and...death is for embracing or defeating?
What is normal in life-death matters? What’s a good life-death in various cultures? Well-beings on offer.

4) Martyrs and those who serve and...
People join armies and police forces and fire brigades around the world with a heightened prospect of having to pay with their lives for the safety of their fellows (and, in the case of armies and police, by intentionally taking the lives of Others). How can this be integrated into the meanings of life-death.

5) Suicide attempts, successes and failures...
A story of coming to life by attempting to die...
The reporting of suicide ( if at all) as an individual problem while the social settings are seldom mentioned, as factors; and never mentioned as pre-conditions.

6) Near deaths and...insights from those who passed over and back again.
How it feels to have a stroke - Jill Bolt Taylor http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyyjU8fzEYU

Right to die / right to live and...so, what’s it all mean to me?