Archive for the ‘Life’ Category

I’m Coming Up

Friday, April 24th, 2009

Whoah. It’s been a while, right?

That’s what happens when you work eight hours a days, and then use your nights and weekends to start a clothing company just like you always dreamed of.

That’s right, folks. As some of you know, I have been working with my buddy Mitch in starting a clothing company, Come Up Seven. This evening, we’ve launched the blog, and this coming Summer, we will be launching the store, where you all will be able to purchase some fresh gear.

So what does this mean for the Jonny Pockets blog? Well, I’m not entirely sure. If you’ve missed and longed for my posts here, I recommend you bookmark the Come Up Seven blog, as that’s where I will be posting, possibly exclusively, from here on out. But don’t fret, my pets! Because Come Up Seven is a lifestyle brand, it will be representing my lifestyle. And that’s pretty much all I blogged about here, so long story short, you’ll be getting all the same bloggy goodness, you just need to update your bookmarks.

I’ll also be Tweeting from Come Up Seven’s Twitter, so follow me there too!

Wish me luck, and thanks for your support!

Dear Internet

Tuesday, March 31st, 2009

Dear Internet,

I used to love you.

Love at first site, really. I remember sitting at my friend’s house on that fateful day in the 90’s, limiting our America Online usage to a half-hour, because interacting with you used to be charged by the minute. We hopped in various chat rooms, talked to strangers about nothing, downloaded a photo of a half-naked girl, and then signed off, already planning out how we would use you for 30 minutes the following day.

And as I grew, so did you, Internet. You became such a glorious tool. More information than anyone could have ever imagined was instantly accessible, and for a fair fee. You helped me to learn, to laugh, to understand, to share, and to communicate.

These are the memories I will remember you by; as being the helpful buddy. The guy who connected me to so many new things; introducing me to that new band, helping me write that essay in college, showing me that new sexual position that I never thought she’d go for. You’ve given me so much, so it’s only fair that’s how I remember you.

Because as of late you’ve become a real cunt.

You still possess all of these greats assets, these great little finds, these gorgeous diamonds of information, but I find diamonds to be far less appealing when you have to sift through a swimming pool of feces to find them. And that’s what you’ve done. You’ve let so many ass holes in the door, that you ruined the club. This place used to be a great little pub, and now it’s Mr. X’s Dance Club 3000 on Ed Hardy night. It takes you an hour of dodging douche bags and sluts just to find your friends and have a good time.

There’s always been a negative element in your body of work, Internet, and that’s fine. Nobody’s perfect, man. But it seems as of late, it’s just too prevalent for me to enjoy you. Everywhere I click, I am met with racism, homophobia, fear mongering, complaining, judgment, and ignorance. It used to be so easy to ignore, but now, with so much of you based on commentary by the everyman, it’s constantly in my face. You gave everyone a voice, which I respect you for, but Christ, you could have been at least a little bit picky.

It seems like everyone is either out to spread hate or fear, and most of them are trying to make money off of it. No one is real. No one cares about what’s real. Everyone is just seeking and spewing bullshit.

And the biggest problem, Internet, is that just like when I was a young boy using you in wonder and amazement, there is constantly new, and younger people ready to go surfing on your world wide web. Don’t you want them to learn and grow as I have? Or do you want to be a part of breeding another fucking idiot that I have to interact with? And this ignorance doesn’t stay on the computer, Internet! They’re bringing it out into the streets! Unlike your cousin, Xbox Live, who does a pretty fair job of keeping his more idiotic users glued to the couch where they will eventually die of heart disease, you are raising these ignorant fools and then releasing them into the wild. This has to stop.

Maybe you and I just need some time apart. Maybe I need to learn to miss you. And you certainly have some soul searching to do.

I’ll be around if you ever need to talk, or if you need advice, and I know you’ll be here for me if I need a laugh or to figure out what actor played the father in Back to the Future 2 and 3.

Take it easy, Internet.

xoxoxoxoxo,
Pockets

Excuses, Excuses, Excuses.

Wednesday, March 18th, 2009

Sorry, folks, but I have been crazy-busy lately, and just haven’t had enough time to get shit posted up here. I have content and links and goodies to share, just no time to throw my various finds into Photoshop and get things uploaded. Soon though, I promise. Here’s some random goodness in the meantime.

Psychiatry is Bull Shit

Sunday, March 8th, 2009

Brandon, being that he is the Encarta of our social circle, turned me on to this story. Seems this doctor, David Rosenhan, pretty much proved that psychiatric diagnosis in this country is worthless. I’m going to be lazy here and just do some copy and pasting here from Wikipedia (sorry). You can find plenty of other sources though, and it’s all very interesting, not to mention comical.

“The Rosenhan experiment was a famous experiment into the validity of psychiatric diagnosis conducted by David Rosenhan in 1972. It was published in the journal Science under the title “On being sane in insane places.”

Rosenhan’s study consisted of two parts. The first involved the use of healthy associates or “pseudopatients,” who briefly simulated auditory hallucinations in an attempt to gain admission to 12 different psychiatric hospitals in five different states in various locations in the United States. The second involved asking staff at a psychiatric hospital to detect non-existent “fake” patients. In the first case hospital staff failed to detect a single pseudopatient, in the second the staff falsely identified large numbers of genuine patients as impostors. The study is considered an important and influential criticism of psychiatric diagnosis.

The study concluded, “It is clear that we cannot distinguish the sane from the insane in psychiatric hospitals” and also illustrated the dangers of depersonalization and labeling in psychiatric institutions. It suggested that the use of community mental health facilities which concentrated on specific problems and behaviors rather than psychiatric labels might be a solution and recommended education to make psychiatric workers more aware of the social psychology of their facilities.

The Pseudopatient Experiment

For the purposes of the study, eight “pseudopatients” (associates of Rosenhan selected to be a group of varied and healthy individuals) attempted to gain admission to psychiatric hospitals. During psychiatric assessment they claimed to be hearing voices that were often unclear, but which seemed to pronounce the words “hollow”, “empty”, and “thud.” No other psychiatric symptoms were claimed, and apart from giving false names and employment details, further biographical details were truthfully reported. If admitted, the pseudopatients were asked to “act normally,” report that they felt fine and no longer heard voices.

The pseudopatients were: a psychology graduate student in his twenties, three psychologists, a pediatrician, a psychiatrist, a painter and a housewife. None had a history of mental illness. If admitted, they were to act normally and not display any obvious psychopathology. Subjects were to remain as inpatients until they were discharged by the staff at their hospitals, who were not privy to the experiment and believed the subjects to be real psychiatric patients.

All eight were admitted, seven with a diagnosis of schizophrenia, the last with manic-depression. Even after admission, none of the pseudopatients were identified as impostors by the hospital staff, although other psychiatric patients seemed to be able to correctly identify them as impostors. In the first three hospitalizations notes of remarks made by patients to pseudopatients were kept and 35 of the total of 118 patients expressed a suspicion that the pseudopatients were sane. All of the pseudopatients were discharged with a diagnosis of schizophrenia “in remission.” Their stays ranged from 7 to 52 days and the average was 19 days.

Hospital notes indicated that staff interpreted much of the pseudopatient’s behaviour in terms of mental illness. For example, one observer, apparently oblivious to the irony, labeled the note-taking of one pseudopatient as “writing behavior” and considered it pathological. In contrast, actual patients would accuse them of being researchers or journalists based entirely on the same writing behavior. Once admitted and diagnosed, the pseudopatients were not able to obtain their release until they agreed with the psychiatrists that they were mentally ill and took antipsychotic medications.

“I told friends, I told my family, ‘I can get out when I can get out. That’s all. I’ll be there for a couple of days and I’ll get out.’ Nobody knew I’d be there for two months … The only way out was to point out that they’re [the psychiatrists were] correct. They had said I was insane, ‘I am insane; but I am getting better.’ That was an affirmation of their view of me.” David Rosenhan in the BBC program “The Trap.”

The Non-Existent Impostor Experiment

For this experiment, Rosenhan used a well-known research and teaching hospital, whose staff had heard of the results of the initial study but claimed that similar errors could not be made at their institution. Rosenhan arranged with them that during a three month period, one or more pseudopatients would attempt to gain admission and the staff would rate every incoming patient as to the likelihood they were an impostor. Out of 193 patients, 41 were considered to be impostors and a further 42 were considered suspect. In reality, Rosenhan had sent no pseudopatients and all patients suspected as impostors by the hospital staff were genuine patients. This led to a conclusion that “any diagnostic process that lends itself too readily to massive errors of this sort cannot be a very reliable one”. Studies by others found similarly problematic diagnostic results.”

Can We Please Stop Being Horrible To Gay Folks?

Thursday, March 5th, 2009

Link: Wait…A Gay Tax? How Did I Not Know About This?

“Same-sex couples do not have the same privileges as straight married couples when it comes to inheritance. If your partner passes away and leaves her estate to you, you have to pay up to 50 percent of the value of your inheritance in taxes. However, if you and your partner were recognized as a married couple, you wouldn’t have to pay a dime.”

I too had no idea that this is what occurs in gay relationships. Then again, I don’t know much about anything tax related.

What I can tell you, is that it’s fucked up that two people were in love, one died and left an inheritance, and that a wealthy artist had to go into debt in order to hold on to that inheritance. She works her whole damn life to become successful and well-off doing her craft better than pretty much anyone on the planet, and then has to become financially fucked in order to preserve the legacy of her dead lover.

If that doesn’t sound fucked up to you, then I would prefer you never make contact with me again, because you’re obviously a real evil son of a bitch.