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Of [...] 80 million new antidepressant prescriptions in the '90s, non-psychiatrists wrote 60 million. And if studies of primary caregivers are any indication, most of those diagnoses of depression were made in less than three minutes.
Which is really upsetting! So then you get really mad at doctors, but then realize they're just giving the people what they want (as patients are now customers) and so you shift the rage to the Pharmaceutical companies for pushing the stuff like cold cereal to elementary school kids.That's not very fair though- no amount of advertising forces you to want/buy something.
So why? Why do such a high proportion of people looking for relief from depression seek it in the same manner? Is there some factor aside from personal decision-making which compels us into the 'take a pill and get on with your life' solution? Well, consider this:
Try getting your company's health insurance to cover the expense of counseling. Odds are, it won't. But it'll pay for pills.
Thanks again to Salon.com, my daily workhorse of a site to read while not working at work. Post coming later tonight about something way cooler and more fun and interesting and relevant to people who are awesome. I also tried to upload some music but Vox is too busy having sex with journaling platforms of its own gender.
Some very sad news reported by The Independent yesterday.
Apparently the world's cutest future murder-machine, Knut, has spent too much of his formative years around humans, rendering him a 'psychopath,' presumed incapable of mating with another of his own species. Clearly the solution is to put another polar bear* in a human suit, and Knut won't be able to walk for the involuntary thrusting of his loins. The downside being that this could yield procreation, and until now the only solace I've found in one being attracted to other species is knowing progeny are out of the question.
This doesn't mean Knut is no longer adorable, it just means he's adorable and terribly damaged goods. Knut is both a furry and a child actor. That poor, poor bear. On the lighter side, observe this hilarious Rebus puzzle (stolen from Salon.com's Broadsheet:)
*Furries have taught me it does not matter what gender the other bear may happen to be.
- Go to the Wikipedia home page and click Random Article. That is your band's name.
- Click Random Article again; that is your album name.
- Click Random Article 15 more times; those are the tracks on your album.
Mar Ukba, by Subterraneans (band).
Tracklisting:
- Tettenhall (which like my home town is between Warwick and Worcester)
- Ulrich Roth
- 高知ファイティングドッグス [Kochi Fighting Dogs]
- Col. Thomas Dent
- Henry Hastings Sibley (first governor of Minnesota!)
- Beacon Hill (Gloucester) (Tom Green and Tom Cruise both have ties here)
- list of sportspeople by nickname (This one writes itself)
- 大本 [Ōmoto] ('The creator of Esperanto, L. L. Zamenhof, is [...] considered a kami.')
- Gamm Theatre (a small theatre in Pawtucket, RI)
- Scandinavian Bunkering
- Episcopal Diocese of Newark
- Conservatory Garden
- R. D. Hinshelwood
- Hüttikon
- Henri Meige
I like the idea of a band named "Subterraneans (band)," especially as it's pretty clear that name is already taken.
So Rock Band is a lot of fun, though the five songs we could choose to perform while being taped due to rights concerns were all kind of butt. We settled on Bon Jovi, which proved hilarious when they told us to 'jump around' for the video as it's difficult to rock out that hard to any Bon Jovi song. I tried, though—check the mad whammying on my bass for proof that I was trying very hard to make 2 notes per measure look interesting!
Hello, it's been a while. I won't spend any time addressing that as I will just lose the will to compose if I do. I have had little to say and less desire to say it, and that's about the long and short of it.
Around Thursday or Friday of last week I contracted what certainly felt like a sinus infection from Amanda, after making it a week or so and figuring I was in the clear. I went to the German beer fest on Saturday, which helped to ignore the symptoms that day, and by Monday I was feeling fine. Tuesday I slipped back into sickness and was feeling like a TB patient with my hacking coughs in 80 degree weather.
Tuesday night I had a dream where I could fly. Like, by flapping my arms I could slow my descent and then eventually fly around- not Superman flying, but more what it would be to have Avian Bone Syndrome. This is the kind of dream that makes you incapable or at least highly unwilling to go to work, and I clearly needed the rest as I slept through to the early afternoon without interruption after a quick call to my team voicemail at work to let them know I wouldn't be in.
I did some tidying of wires, sweeping, and other maintenance on the apartment yesterday as an inspector is coming by today, due to the fire in Mike's room early this year. He will surely cite us on some insignificant nonsense, and I will be scolded by the Sohs for something which will not be in any way my fault. They've already given Amanda and I shit for 'losing a fire extinguisher,' which I believe is just as ridiculous an accusation as it sounds— they do not walk off on their own, and we would not throw out a fire extinguisher.
I get back in to work today and learn that the VP of my department (VP of Customer Relations) is gone, as of yesterday. Also, the latest full-time hire is no longer here as it seems something went amiss in her hiring process (drug test, education verification, or something.) My immediate manager is away on vacation and will soon be leaving/replaced anyway to my understanding. Anarchy is sure to ensue, and I expect I will need to prepare myself mentally for the clusterfuckery which is surely coming down on our asses between, say, now and Christmas. Did I mention we're replacing our Order Entry system with a piece of software in Belgium which we'll be accessing remotely
via Citrix a month from now? This is after our Global Head of Operations and Software or whatever resigned last month. I really want to make an animated org chart to show what has happened since I arrived in July.
OK, that's about all I've got to dump out of my head for now. I apologize as reading back through this post I don't think it contains a single thing of interest to anyone who might read it- but that's the difference between blogging and talking, you can skim or ignore my blog posts and it's not rude. On a totally unrelated note, here is a list of songs I like practicing on my bass:
Earthbound - Winters White (melody line, octave down)
Earthbound - Paula
Radiohead - Bones
Nina Simone - My Baby Don't Care About Me (octave down, solo notes only- not playing the base of guitar chords)
Super Mario Brothers 2 - Overworld (on the higher octave of the bass, as it involves an occasional Low D)
CREAM - Sunshine of Your Love
Lou Reed - Walk on the Wild Side
and most recently added:
Pixies - Gigantic
Now that I've made this shitty dump post, I will feel more comfortable creating smaller more consumable posts in the near future. This is assuming I have anything to share, which I may or may not. In the meantime, enjoy this excellent song.
To excavate the depths of tragedy in Iraq, try this on for size: the attempted arrest of a minister accused of murdering another parliamentarian's sons is sparking the latest deterioration in sectarian relations. And the parliamentarian fears the Bush administration is helping the minister escape arrest in order to prevent the Maliki government from imploding.
I have had this song stuck in my head all day, which isn't such a big problem except that I imagine my co-workers are getting sick of hearing me tap out the intro bass line.
dun dun dum dun--dun duh dumm--dum dahhhh dum
