The Geconauralic Crisis

 

INTERNET! Harken this, my tale of woe, that you would have the wherewithal to avoid such atrocities. It all started on Tuesday, July 12th – the day evil thrice struck and brought me to a nadir of sadness. Like so much Quentin Tarantino, I must begin in the middle, with the second obscenity. I speak, of course, of the aural assault of Calvin Harris and Rihanna’s “This is What You Came For.” I dare not direct you to a repository where this “song” can vomit in your ear. For purposes of this post I’ll simply summarize audio abomination (audiomination?) – “You, oh, oh”…for three minutes and forty one seconds. The subject of the song is the usual pop music dribble – fornication, orangutans, breakfast cereals, and so on…

Here’s the thing, MS Word tells me that that abysmal arrangement of noises is 267 words…As I’ve said, much of the “song” is “you, oh, oh”. By much, I mean 56% of the song. The word “you” occurs 48 times, while “oh” more than doubled that, bludgeoning my ear drums 98 #+@&I’m times. From another perspective, 1:46 of the 3:41 is Rihanna saying “you, oh, oh”, that’s 106 seconds out of 221 – that’s 48%.

Listen, this affront to decent music peaked at #4 on the Billboard Hot 100, so it was popular. Given that, I can only assume its success is based on the broken record quality of the lyrics. I’m going to apply this to my blog to see if it brings me fame and fortune. My chorus will be “donut, nut, nut”, inserted at intervals into this post, such that 56% will be “donut, nut, nut”. I’ll try to work it in naturally, like “happiness is a hot cup of coffee and a maple cake  

 

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut”

 

I’ve got my work cut out for me, good thing I like to talk about the

 

“donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut”

 

See, even there that’s only 120 words out of 430ish or roughly 28%.

 

Moving on, the second atrocity was being denied SSI and Medicaid. I’m reluctant to share this with you, the internet. This reluctance would be similar to my reluctance to share my chocolate old fashioned

 

“donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut”

 

I share it (my experience, not the donut) with you because there’s a misconception that it’s too easy to get on SSI/welfare, etc. Let me assure you, the critic of beneficent government programs, that getting government support is frustratingly difficult; when I went to the social security office to complete the application, I made sure that my belly matched my shoes, I’m sure that’s an automatic denial right there. Food and drink are not allowed in the office, so I didn’t bring in my chocolate sprinkle

 

“donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut”

 

Add to this that I waited patiently (4+ months) for my contact date (the date by which, if you haven’t heard anything, you may contact them). After holding a relatively short 35 minutes, a very terse representative of the esteemed US Social Security Administration told me that it was still pending, to call back in a few weeks. About THREE weeks go by, a period of time that I decided to cut back on sodas and sweets, such as my beloved maple bacon

 

“donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut”

 

…and I finally get a letter saying I’m not disabled enough to get benefits.

 

The last thing that day was inadvertently going through the intersection of highway 82 and highway 75, or as I call it, the nexasshole of the world.

 

Listen, never once have I gone through that junction of malign antipathy – I’m convinced that this intersection is alive and fully sentient – without stopping at BOTH red lights. I emphasize BOTH for two reasons – 1. typically, when one, say, the eastbound light turns green, the westbound light will turn green soon thereafter, and 2. The O in BOTH looks like a

 

“donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut”

 

Ok, I’m not going to reach 56% “donut, nut, nut”; I care too much about substance…

 The Geconauralic Man

…anyway, here represented are a geographic vexation, an economic transgression and an aural assault (auralt?). I will remember this period as the “geconauralic crisis”. “Crisis” vaguely sounds like “breakfast”, the best time to eat a

 

“donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut”

 

 

 

 

Not counting these words, there are a total of 1075 words. 420 of those are either “donut” or “nut”. That’s only 39%, a bit less, but you get the point. In case you don’t, have a round pastry usually with some confection on top; you know, a

 

“donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut,

donut, nut, nut, donut, nut, nut”

 

That bumped it up to 43%, with a try.

 

FIN

 

@JarrettLWilson

 

I Type Slowly…

Untitled…so I will switch to my tablet. I’m back, you might notice that you’re reading faster because I’m writing faster.

Listen, I’m in a training for blogging. Step 1: Create a WordPress blog (I’ve gotta give props to the instructors; WordPress is teh best blogging site, loads better than Blogger/Blogspot, which is teh suxxorz). I didn’t create a new blog because I already have one.

Step 2: Post something. The collections of words you’re reading (we’ll call them “sentences”, and a group of sentences will be called a “paragraph”).

In essence, this post is about this post. As such, this post is like a looping vortex. When I wrote something in this blog, I will describe it to you in the blog.

I just realized that this post is a “looping vortex”. Since it’s about itself, I will report the events of the post as they happen.

Because this post is a vortex of looping information, the content of this post will be the content of this post.

Etc…

I’m going to pay attention now…

FIN

@JarrettLWilson

Mass Shootings as Social Virus

I’m going to break from my usual ballyhoo and dust off my, what C. Wright Mills called, “sociological imagination”. Mills himself defined the sociological imagination as “the vivid awareness of the relationship between experience and the wider society” and the ability to “think yourself away from the familiar routines of everyday life”* . For purposes of this post, I will steal a line from popularsocialscience.com – “The sociological imagination enables people to distinguish between personal troubles and public issues.”**

I’ve two degrees in sociology, which basically means that I can speak more eloquently about social issues than most. Notice I didn’t say I had better insight or more knowledge about social issues. I am just armed with bigger, fancier words like “milieu” (or milieux if you’re talking about more than one) and “panacea”. I’ll use these words to introduce my topic by saying “What follows is not meant as a panacea to our current milieu of mass shootings.” (This post won’t solve our cultural environment of mass shootings).

 

I wish to comment on the Dallas shootings from this perspective. Actually, for me to get my point across, I need to include ALL mass shootings – Sandy Hook, Orlando, San Bernardino, VA Tech, Columbine, and so on (I hate having to put that for this subject, but there have been so many).

A major school of thought in sociology is called “Functionalism”, which holds that society functions much like an organism, where each “organ” (i.e. religions, political parties, government, economic entities, etc.) contribute to the normal functioning of the “organism” (society). The University of Akron offers this explanation – “Individual and group behavior, more often than not, serves a FUNCTION for the larger society.”***

From a practical point of view, this perspective is too deterministic, approaching fatalistic. Applying this school of thought to mass shootings, one would say that mass shootings serve some vital function within the organism of society. That’s hogwash. As a diagnostic tool, it backs up my view that these shootings are a symptom of a social virus.

If society is an organism, these shootings are a sickness of some sort. Gun control is merely chicken noodle soup, treating a symptom rather than the infection itself.

What/where is the infection? This is where my imagination starts to get hazy. I think the overblown senses of individualism and entitlement are part of it. To put it crudely, “I” and “me” are more than just words in our “milieu” (surroundings or environment), they are concepts onto themselves.  In the case of terrorism, the perpetrators may not have internalized those conceptions, but they are aware of them and feed off of them.

Assuming that is the cause of the sickness, what is the cure? Camaraderie, I don’t mean in the hippie, free love sense, but a sense of belonging. Put less emphasis on “me” and more on “us”. I can tell you that the answer is NOT divisive commentary such as can be found HERE. I hesitate to share that link for fear that the visitor count on that page would encourage those sickos. I’ll summarize, so you don’t have to click if you haven’t already. Basically, the article quotes Dallas police chief David Brown “All I know is that this must stop — this divisiveness between our police and our citizens,” said Brown. “We don’t feel much support most days. Let’s not make today most days. Please, we need your support to be able to protect you from men like these, who carried out this tragic, tragic event.” The author assumes the remarks are aimed at a lack of support from Obama. The author fails to see the irony in using a quote denouncing divisiveness to advance an agenda of divisiveness.

Well, if you’ve read this far, perhaps you have an idea of how to cure this sickness?

FIN

@JarrettLWilson

*Mills, C. W. (1959). The sociological imagination. New York: Oxford University Press.

**http://www.popularsocialscience.com/2013/04/29/the-sociological-imagination-thinking-outside-the-box/

***http://www3.uakron.edu/witt/fc/fcnote5.htm

Jarrett vs. Health Insurance

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I apologize for my overlong absence from posting here. This here story I’m about to unfold gives some insight into why I’ve neglected this beacon of organized nonsense. Before I get into the reading portion of today’s entry, we’re gonna do some math –

#1. Affordable Care Act + dude with extensive medical needs = grumpy insurance company.

#2. Grumpy insurance company + dude with extensive medical needs = sub-par coverage and service

#3. Dude with extensive medical needs is due for an annual MRI + sub-par coverage and service = dude pays for MRI

#4. Dude keeps records of all the times he tried to contact the insurance company + dude pays the bill anyway = legal action against insurance company.

#5. Legal action against insurance company^2 = 11…

#6. The square root of 11 is 3.31662479 – on a phone, these numbers could spell “DEMOBIPY” or “FENMAGRY”…which kinda rhymes with “gravy”, a delicious substance that clogs arteries, thus leading to more claims for the insurance companies, making them more grumpy.

I digress…

…Listen, part of my ongoing upkeep is a once yearly visit with my neurosurgeon. That annual visit is preceded by an MRI. When I was employed and insured through a PPO, I didn’t need a referral. Having an HMO (stands for Has Many Obstacles) through the Affordable Care Act, I need to get a referral to blow my nose. As if that bureaucratic labyrinth wasn’t enough, math problem #2 takes form in the…uh, form of unreturned messages and “health assistant” buck passing…hmmm, if you are a health assistant that had been passed a buck, you shall henceforth be called a “health passistant”.

Gosh, I’m all over the place, let me summarize – I need an MRI by mid August. I started the referral/prior authorization process for this about a month ago (after already having it approved, then losing coverage, but that’s a horse of a different color). All I’ve gotten in response is “I’ll reach out to your doctor’s office to see where they are in the referral process”. Three things about this –

1. The way they talk about trying to get in touch with my doctor’s office, you’d think they were trying to contact Santa Claus on Christmas eve.

2. The doctor himself told me that the paperwork was sent on June 2nd.

3. Every time I’ve called, I’ve spoken with a real person in the department I intended.

Here’s what I’m getting at – MRIs are expensive. I had one last year before paying my deductible ~ $1800. Call me paranoid, but I believe that when an insurance company is looking at paying that amount of money, there phones stop working, emails get sent to spam more often and the fax machine works maybe half the time. After all, HMO stands for Healthy Monetary Outlook. So I would have you bare witness, interwebs – I’ve done and continue to do my part to ensure that the MRI will be covered.

One more thing – I’m not slamming Obamacare here. I’m grateful that I have insurance, limited though it may be. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, you are your best advocate. Even the best insurance companies can’t get inside your head, even if they do pay for an MRI of your brain, and decide what’s best for you.

Also, I thought of one more meaning of HMO. For this one you need to use a salty New Yorker accent – HMO = Healthy?!? Meh, Oh well.
FIN

@JarrettLWilson