Sunday, April 22, 2012

Friendster, Orkut, Tribe: February 4, 2004



I have been mightily impressed with what I see developing in Orkut (especially when contrasted with Friendster).
And although Tribe and Orkut are similarly featured social network sites (the ability to create communities separate from user profiles, etc.) they already seem to be developing in an completely different directions.
To compare and contrast these three sites briefly:
Tribe, with about 70,000 members, has a sort of San Francisco laid-back community feel to it, with lots and lots of alternative discussion groups (one of the biggest is for the Burning Man tribe), and a sort of buy, sell 'n swap section thrown in. Funky, fun. Avoid if you hate the colour orange :-)
Friendster (NOTE APRIL 2012: now gone) is 6-million-member worldwide free-for-all, average age is 18-22, the focus is on dating/flirting/making new friends (or creating new false identities: "Fakesters"), but there are NO discussion groups. The Friendster servers are currently straining under the user load, so service can be slow at times, and completely unavailable at others. Check out the funnier Fakesters, e.g. Miss Cleo, Friendsters Anonymous, etc. for a good laugh at how creative people can be.
Orkut (the new kid on the block) is Google's answer to Friendster, just launched in mid-January 2004, and it's currently still a small site (about 40,000 people as of today). People can post detailed profiles if they wish (similar to Tribe), and set up and join as many communities as they like (again, like Tribe).
However, the Orkut network seems to have been "seeded" by the Google staff themselves, and their friends, and their friends, and these first 40,000 people are certainly VERY different overall from the Friendster crowd. They are more mature, both smarter AND wiser, and very "plugged-in".   I am staggered by the names of the people I keep coming across: people like Esther Dyson, John Perry Barlow, Mitch Kapor, Brewster Kahle, Howard Rheingold, Gary Price (ResourceShelf), Blake Carver (LISNews), Tara Calishain (ResearchBuzz), Jessamyn West (librarian.net), Evan Williams (evhead), Meg Hourihan (megnut)... Orkut's still got bugs, and crashes every so often, but it still looks quite promising.
Click on the Communities tab in Orkut, and browse the "schools and education" communities, the "computers and Internet" communities, and the "science and history" communities, to get a feel for the place, and to see its potential. My prediction is that Orkut is gonna kick Friendster's ass, and probably sooner than anybody might predict. Orkut has Google's deep pockets and massive computer power behind it, and is already evolving fairly rapidly in response to user input.
(UPDATE APRIL 2012: Well, Orkut's level of maturity sunk pretty quickly as millions of new people signed on and the original "seeders" left.  Some days I worry that Google+ is going to follow a trajectory similar to Orkut.)

Orkut: February 1, 2004



Once again, I am letting the dishes (and the dustbunnes) pile up while I am exploring yet another new social network service, Orkut. This one is attracting a lot of attention because it is backed by people with deep pockets and major computer power: Google, which a few months ago had its offer to purchase Friendster rejected. You following all this? It's expected that Orkut will be a serious contender in this market, having watched carefully from the sidelines as Friendster and other social networking sites launched early, making various smart moves and smart-ass mistakes.
Aside: Orkut? They must be running out of names for new social software services. At least "friendster" tripped nicely off the tongue. And what exactly are we members of the Orkut network supposed to call ourselves? Orkutters? Orkutites? Orkultists? By the way, Orkut is supposed to be named after its creator, Google employee and former Stanford graduate Orkut Buyukkokten. Here's his home page.
At this point, Friendster is still growing at a phenomenal rate, and is closing in on the six-million member mark. However, the service seems to be staggering under the onslaught of new users, and a chorus of user complaints about Friendster being slow (or down completely) have led to migrations to other, competing services, notably myspace.com and tribe.net.
I just joined Orkut today (a big thank you to my fellow friendsters and bloggers Scott and Lynn and Sean for their assistance), and right now, I'm linked to 21,228 people through five friends (you see, you have to pick those first five friends very, very carefully LOL). Since the service has only 23,749 members at the moment, I've finally achieved a goal that was (and always will be) elusive in my friendster whoring frenzy: I'm connected to 89% of the members of a social software network. Woo-hoo! (*Ryan does the happy Friendster slut dance*)
And yes, I *know* it's not going to last; just let me revel a little, O.K.???

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Warming Up to Winnipeg / Socials and Other Reasons: January 30, 2004


Warming Up to Winnipeg: January 30, 2004

Sitting in my car, waiting for it to warm up a bit before I head off to work (merrily thumb-typing on my BlackBerry).
so, if it can get so bitterly cold here, for example -40° C this morning, why do I stay here? Several reasons: I'll start the list here, and just add to it as I go along today and this weekend.
1. First reason: it's "home". I spent one decade of my life moving around, living in various Canadian cities. It's something about the people here, Winnipeggers are different from the stressed-out Torontonians and the blissed-out Vancouverites.
2. We are, overall, a very unpretentious city, friendlier than most places (one friend just came back from Montréal, where he had apparently found it difficult to fit in unless you were "pure laine" Québecois (he was French, but France French, not good enough, it would seem).


Socials and Other Reasons: January 30, 2004

Tonight it's -36° C (= -33° F for you Americans; no wind, so no wind chill). Patches of ice fog, which means a coating of hoarfrost on the trees tomorrow morning, but the roads are skating rinks tonight.
Going back to my list of reasons why I stay in Winnipeg (continuing from this morning):
3. Affordable housing: Winnipeg has one of the most affordable housing markets in North America. At 40, I am in a distinct minority of single people my age who do not yet own their own house. (Compare to the Californians and New Yorkers who make twice what I earn, but live two or three to an apartment...).
4. Universal healthcare, Provincial Pharmacare, and lower drug prices to start with (Internet pharmacies are a growth industry in Manitoba, because Americans are discovering that they can fill their prescriptions for less money here than in the U.S.)
5. Socials. We have something here called a "social", which I notice doesn't seem to happen too much outside of Saskatchewan and Manitoba. A local tradition that I've been told came originally from the Polish/Ukrainian immigrant community, a social is when the friends and family of a married couple (or a sports team, or a Ukrainian dance troupe, or a singles group or whatever like-mided group of people) rent a hall (often in a community centre, a curling club, or a church basement) for 100-300 people, hire a D.J. to spin CDs or records, get a one-night-only liquor license from the provincial government, and throw a party (or, to be more accurate, a thrown-together one-night-only bar) as a fund-raiser. Around midnight, a bread-and-cold-cuts buffet is put out (food must be served as one of the conditions of the liquor licence).
For many years, my chorus, The Rainbow Harmony Project, had a series of queer socials as fund-raisers, and they were always well attended. Fun too :-)
One particularly memorable social was thrown by a separated/divorced/widowed support group, for a friend who had undergone a cancer operation, and it was a fundraiser to help her meet her daily expenses as she recovered from surgery. We were packed in like sardines (probably way over capacity) but everyone had a marvelous time, especially the friend, who had a helluva surprise...
The really popular socials (usually Filipino, Italian, Ukrainian, and French-Canadian weddings) can sell out quickly... Winnipeg has a large Filipino population (mostly more recent immigrants) and fully 1/4 of the city has a Ukrainian background (mostly from the big immigration boom of the 1910's). Winnipeg is also home to the largest French-Canadian community in Western Canada. We're also the largest Icelandic community outside of Iceland. Like I said, a real mix of people.
The music is always a real mix too... not just contemporary pop/rock stuff either. We may have a snowball dance to start (especially if it was a singles social), and a couple of spot dances during the evening to give away door prizes. The music ranges from the latest dance pop and country two-step to waltzes, polkas, and the schottise (butterfly)... everything from conga lines to the macarena (in my opinion, the only dance that straight people do better than queer people). I have fond memories of one particular Transcona social where the conga line went in and out of the men's and women's washrooms, outside the social hall, around the block, and back inside again.
People sell social tickets ahead of time to their coworkers, friends and relatives, and whoever else wants to go out dancing and drinking on a Friday or Saturday night. You can often get a really bizarre/interesting mix of people you know (uncles and cousins and aunts) and complete strangers who heard about the social second- or even third-hand and buy tickets at the door, if there are any left (shhhhh... the government's not supposed to know that you're selling social tickets at the door, that's not allowed... but come back out into the parking lot and we can do business).
I can remember in high school that one in-the-loop friend of mine always knew what socials were going on where that weekend, and she always seemed to have social tickets for sale. We'd form a group and head out almost every weekend; didn't matter if we knew the couple who were getting married or not...although it helped if at least ONE of us knew ONE of them. Socials always had dirt-cheap drink prices (most teenagers got their first taste of underage booze at a social). Socials seem to have become much less popular since I was a teenager, but they still happen often enough to keep me up on my polka steps. It's a truly Winnipeg thing...
6. A ringside seat at the American Circus :-) .... not only do we have our own political scene to keep us horrified and entertained, we have the American political scene as well. We rarely run out of things to talk about when it comes to politics; in fact, I would argue that the Canadian political scene (with five, no wait, make that four, federal parties) is much more interesting that the two-party system down south.
7. Winnipeg tens to aim for, and often gets, the smaller goals (like the Pan-American Games in 1999), rather than beat our breasts when we aim for "world class" goals and fall short (Toronto and its history of failed bids for the Olympics). I lived in toronto when they lost their bid to Atlanta for the 1996 Olympics; you would have thought somebody had died, given all the crying and carrying on.
8. The Little Things:
Endless Prairie sky... true Winnipeggers believe that mountains would block the view :-) ... incredible sunsets that last half and hour.
When I look up at night, I can see the stars (unlike the light-polluted skies of big cities like Vancouver and Toronto) and view the exquisite dance of the planets: Venus and Mars, playing tag with the moon.
When I walk along the sidewalk, we can walk two abreast (rather than single-file in real-estate-is-expensive Toronto). There's nothing I hate more than talking to someone's back....
Drivers that (usually) let you cut into traffic.
I can breathe the air (no smog alerts).
I can drink the water (no artists making enviro-political statements by developing film in the Lake Ontario water off Toronto; no beach closings due to bacterial counts).
I can walk around the city for an hour without coming back inside with a layer of fine sooty dirt all over me (unlike Manhattan).
I'm an hour's drive from some of the best beaches in North America. Hot, dry summer days and cool summer nights. Beautiful Boreal forest country in the Candian Shield, Whiteshell Provincial Park, and Lakes of the Woods country: many people have a house and a cottage when they spend weekends and holidays in spring, summer and fall, even the occasional cross-country ski trip in the winter. And people who truly appreciate summer :-)
Two or three times a year, looking up and being caught off-guard by the colourful dancing spectacle of the Aurora Borealis—the Northern Lights.

Reading at -52° C: January 28, 2004



It's -39° C (= -38° F) tonight; with the wind chill factored in, it's -52° C (= -61.6° F). Good night to curl up at home with a good book.
(True Winnipeggers take a sort of secret, perverse pride in the cold winter weather they can put up with. We love to tell southerners how cold it is here and watch them freak out. In fact, several years ago after a particularly long winter cold snap that produced similar temperatures, they actually printed up T-shirts: "Coldest winter since the last ice age". I wish I had bought one...)
I just finished reading (well, O.K., skimming for the good parts) the biography by Steven Bach, Marlene Dietrich: Life and Legend. I had already read the biography by her daughter, Maria Riva, and I find myself fascinated by her life.
I'm almost finished a book by Duncan J. Watts: Six Degrees: The Science of a Connected Age (my exploits as a Friendsterwhore have led to me to do some more reading on the science of networks and the whole six-degrees-of-separation phenomenon). This is an excellent book, highly recommended to the layman who wants an easy-to-understand explanation of the field.
And I've just started another book: Linked: The New Science of Networks, by Albert-László Barabási. It also appears to be a very approachable, engagingly-written book on the subject of networks.
By the way, there actually is a fun little Web site called the Oracle of Bacon, which calculates the degrees of separation of any two movie stars (assuming that they are connected by one degree if they were both in the same film). So, how far apart are Marlene Dietrich and Kevin Bacon? You might be surprised: it's only two degrees!
1. Marlene Dietrich was in Marlene (1984) with Maximilian Schell
2. Maximilian Schell was in Telling Lies in America (1997) with Kevin Bacon

Monday, April 16, 2012

I Want to Hold Your Hand: January 23, 2004



One of the other things that I love about my job as a librarian, aside from browsing through the publishers' catalogues, is the chance to evaluate new electronic databases. For example, right now the Libraries is kicking the tires on ProQuest Historical Newspapers, a digital archive (scanned image with full keyword searching) of The New York Times (1851-2001), The Wall Street Journal (1889-1987), The Washington Post(1877-1988), the Christian Science Monitor (1908-1991) and the Los Angeles Times (1881-1984). That's right, coverage going back all the way back to the first issue! What a treasure trove.
Some people tie their birth to significant world events, saying things like "I was born during the Great Depression", or "I was born during the London Blitz". Well, I was born during the Beatles Invasion :-) On Jan. 16, 1964, the Beatles' song I Want to Hold Your Hand became the No. 1 single in America, their very first hit (it would remain #1 on the U.S. charts for seven weeks).
I did a quick search of the Historical Newspapers database and found this advertisement for the Beatle's first American concert, published in The Washington Post (Jan. 31, 1964, pg. B27), when I was exactly one week old.
Before I would turn one month old, the Beatles would land in JFK airport to a horde of screaming fans, and appear on the Ed Sullivan show, breaking all previous audience records with 73 million people glued to their TV sets.

Five True Tales of Gay/Lesbian Love Gone Wrong: January 20, 2004


I finally got my February 2004 column done for Swerve, Winnipeg's monthly queer newsmagazine. It's a (highly) irregular column; I usually write it now when Rick the editor needs an extra article :-)...
The theme of the Feburary 2004 issue is "love gone wrong", a sort of Black Valentine:

Rainbow Lives: Five True Tales of Love Gone Wrong

Andrew George Scott ('Captain Moonlite'; 1842 - 1880) famous Australian outlaw who led a double life as a clergyman by day and a bushranger by night; he was jailed for robbing a local bank agent and released in 1879, Scott formed a gang and held up a cattle station, and in the resulting shoot-out with police several of Scott's gang were killed, including James Nesbit, Scott's closest companion, whom he had met while in jail; back in jail and now awaiting his death by hanging, Scott (who wore a ring made of Nesbit's hair) wrote letters to friends in which he expressed his love for Nesbit: "We were one in heart and soul, he died in my arms and I long to join him where there shall be no more parting."; Scott wished to share the same grave as Nesbit, with an inscription declaring their love on their joint tombstone. 

Alice Mitchell (1873?-1898), American murderer; Alice was a "tomboy" from one of the more well-to-do families in Memphis, who proposed to marry Freda Ward, and the two were banned from seeing each other; in 1892, Alice cut the throat of her 17-year-old lesbian lover Freda in broad daylight on a Memphis street; the resulting trial, in which the jury declared Mitchell insane and committed her to an asylum, was a Victorian-era sensation similar to the O.J. Simpson trial, covered by national and international newspapers; Alice's story is told in the book Sapphic Slashers: Sex, Violence, and American Modernity, by Lisa Duggan
Joe Orton (John Kingsley, 1933-1967), British playwright and novelist (LootEntertaining Mr. SloaneWhat the Butler Saw); in order to fan the scandal his work created, he wrote numerous letters to the press under the false name Mrs. Edna Welthorpe, objecting to the immorality of his own plays; he and his partner Kenneth Halliwell each spent six months in jail for defacing library books (writing obscene versions of jacket copy, pasting them into the books, and putting them back on the library shelves); his 16-year relationship with Halliwell seriously deteriorated when Orton became famous, and in the end, an embittered, enraged Halliwell bludgeoned Orton to death with a hammer, and then committed suicide.
Aileen (Lee) Wuornos (1956-2002), American prostitute and murderer, subject of the documentaries The Selling of a Serial Killer (1992) and Aileen: Life and Death of a Serial Killer (2004); her story is also told in the slightly fictionalized 2004 film Monster, with Charlize Theron playing Aileen Wuornos; Wuornos is suspected of having killed at least seven men who picked her up as a prostitute along Florida's highways; her lesbian lover testified that she had admitted to one murder, and she was sentenced to the death penalty in 1992; executed by lethal injection on Oct. 9, 2002: "No matter what I say they're gonna believe I'm just a man hater. If I had wanted to kill just anybody, I had lots of chances."
And finally, a tale of mother/son love gone awry: Antony Baekeland (?-1981), the British plastics heir whose tale of abuse, incest and murder is told in the book Savage Grace by Natalie Robins and Steven Aronson: "The Baekelands were a prominent and extremely well-to-do family. The family patriarch, Leo Baekeland, had been a multi-millionaire industrialist, famous as the inventor of the first fully synthetic plastic, Bakelite, in 1909, and as the founder of the modern plastics industry. Barbara's son, Tony, wanted little to do with the family business; his main preoccupations were art, parties, and handsome men. Barbara loved everything about her son—his wit, his sense of style, his loyalty to her—but she could never reconcile herself to his homosexuality. They fought constantly about it, and their arguments—ferocious, vicious, sometimes violent—were legendary to everyone who knew them. For a long time, Barbara even tried to "cure" her son by hiring willing girls to take him to bed. When these hoped-for seductions failed, she sometimes talked of suicide...in 1968, Barbara finally decided to seduce the boy herself. In a grotesque attempt to cure Tony of his homosexuality, Barbara coerced him into having sex with her when they were staying alone together in a house on Majorca. Predictably, the incestuous episode did nothing to alter Tony's sexuality, but it added a new twist to an already volatile relationship, and the fury of emotion between mother and son became explosive. Finally, on November 11, 1972, as the two of them argued in the kitchen of Barbara's posh London apartment, Tony angrily grabbed a kitchen knife and plunged it directly into her heart. She died almost instantly...he later confessed and was charged with murder. In June 1973 he was convicted of manslaughter under diminished responsibility and was sent to a psychiatric hospital near London. He later committed suicide." (quote source: Rutledge, L. The Gay Book of Lists. Alyson, 2003 edition, p. 129). Ironically, the heir to the Bakelite plastics fortune smothered himself to death with a plastic bag in 1981.

Ashes/Forgiveness: January 14-17, 2004


Ashes: January 14, 2004

It's funny how a single sentence can rip your world apart.
"You are my brother, and I do love you, however it simply comes down to my not agreeing with your chosen lifestyle."
I never saw it coming, but I should have. His family joined a Baptist church in his neighbourhood about six months ago.
They had been so cool, so accepting, five years ago when I screwed up my courage to tell them I was gay. I was afraid that they would never want to speak to me again, never want me to see their children, my nephews. They reassured me that that was not the case, that they had already known. They accepted me.
Now I'm "choosing" the gay "lifestyle".
Enough is enough. I'm strong enough now to walk away from this abuse if I have to. Even if all the family I have left is ashes in my hands now, I will survive.

Forgiveness: January 15, 2004

My brother has flown to Winnipeg and has just shown up on my doorstep. He says he's sorry, and I accept his apology. And then we hug, and then I break down in tears.
This can't be happening to me
He's just gone out to get some coffee (I wasn't expecting company and I had used my last coffee filter a couple days ago).
This is happening to me

Birthdays and Birthday Presents: January 16, 2004

On my 40th birthday, next Friday, my friends are organizing a dinner party for me at the Cork and Dock, just up Pembina Highway from the University of Manitoba.
This is not meant to be a surprise birthday party; I've had one of those already! My friends John and Laurent threw me surprise birthday party for my 38th birthday in 2002. Laurent's home was packed full of friends and acquaintences from in the Rainbow Harmony Project chorus and from the Arts, Cuture, and Entertainment (ACE) Group, which Laurent and I had co-founded. It was a truly wonderful and memorable evening.

My brother had decided that, given the serious misunderstandings in our communications, to fly down and see me this weekend. He wanted to apologize for the things he said that hurt me, in person rather than over the phone. He said that I was so angry that a phone conversation probably wouldn't have been as effective as seeing each other face-to-face.
He's here until Monday, and we're planning to spend as muct time as we can together, talking and listening and getting to know and understand each other better. We've never been partilcularly close before. I am four years older than him, and as a result we never spent much time with each other as children. The two of us were never in the same junior high (grades 7-9) or high school (grades 10-12) at the same time. Both of us formed and went out with our own separate circles of friends, and each of us followed our own interests and hobbies.
My unexpected birthday gift from my brother this year will be the opportunity for us to get to know each other better, and communicate better, as adults.

Loss of Faith: January 17, 2004

Thinking over at the events of the past four days, I realize that I have a surprising lack of faith in my relationships, particularly my family. I act (and react) as if, at any given moment, the other person will turn on me, lash out at me.
What my brother said was stupid and upsetting, yes, but why did I lose faith so quickly?


UPDATE April 16, 2012: My relationship with my brother is the best it has ever been :-)

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Moral Loneliness: January 11, 2004


(Originally written and posted to my personal blog January 11, 2004)

Everybody should have a wise friend, the kind of friend who will listen as you spill out your troubles, and then ask the one single question that illuminates everything and makes your choices clearer.  For me, that friend is Brian, whom I met six years ago at the Men's Discussion Group at Winnipeg's gay and lesbian resource centre, as I was going through my long-delayed coming-out process.  Last year he moved away from Winnipeg, and although we keep in touch by phone and email (and he is often in Winnipeg on business), I do miss him.

Late last year, he mailed me a photocopy of an article from the Western Catholic Reporter, that addressed an issue we had been discussing at length: the expectations among many single gay men to have as many sexual conquests as possible... and then brag about it.  In reality, it's no different from the skirt-chasing that many single (and married) straight men do.

I am definitely not judging anybody else for how much they do (or don't) have casual sex; I am certainly in no position to judge others, and I am no saint myself.  But what I have only recently discovered is my sense of loneliness, a particular kind of loneliness.  It's a loneliness that comes from realizing that your moral line—or your moral compass, if you prefer—is set differently (higher?  straighter?? narrower???) from almost everybody else in your social circle.  The loneliness that comes from having a personal moral viewpoint that doesn't match those around you.

Having a older, more experienced friend tell you that a fuck is equivalent to a handshake in the gay community.  Starting to judge whether or not your night out at the bar was a success the same way that many around you do: by whether or not you picked someone up and took them home.  Feeling the tension, caught between private scruples and public zeitgeist.  Wondering if there's just something wrong with you; wondering if you should change.  Peer pressure, in short.  It sounds ridiculous, of course; but to someone who comes out late, and is eager to "fit in" and make friends within the community, the pressure to buy into a particularly widespread stereotype can be quite strong.  (Packs of gay men have more in common with packs of teenaged girls than you might imagine.)

One of the reasons I miss Brian so much is that he was a friend whose moral line was drawn pretty close to mine (perhaps that's why he's one of my best friends).  So when I opened the envelope and read the photocopied article he mailed me, I was amazed at how accurately the author described the tension I was living with.  And then dismayed at how ineffectually he prescribed a solution.


I'm only going to cite the part of the article that had the most impact:

"The term 'moral loneliness', I think, should be credited to Robert Coles, who first used it to describe Simone Weil.  What it suggests is that inside each of us there's a place, a deep centre, where all that's tender, sacred, cherished, and precious is kept and guarded.


It's there, in that deep centre, where we're most sincere, are still innocent, and where we unconsciously remember that once, before birth, hands gentler than our own caressed us.


Here we remember the primordial kiss of God.


It's also in this place, more than any other, that we fear lies, harshness, disrespect, being shamed, ridiculed or violated.  We're most vulnerable there, so we're scrupulously careful as to whom we admit in this space, our moral centre, even as our deepest longing is precisely for someone to share that space with us.


More than we need someone to sleep with sexually, we need someone to sleep with morally: we need a soulmate.  We achieve moral consummation more easily in fantasy than in real life.  Because of this, especially as more of the tensions of life descend on us, we perennially face a double temptation: resolve the tension by giving into compensations which, while not the answer, get us through the night; or, perhaps worse still, give in to bitterness, anger and cynicism, and in this way drop our ideals because it's too painful to live with them. 

(SOURCE: Rolheiser, Ron.  "Tend your garden of moral loneliness", Western Catholic Reporter, unknown page and date)



Bingo.  My loneliness perfectly described, and given a name to boot: moral loneliness.

Rolheiser then goes on to say that Jesus refused to do either of the two options outlined (i.e. giving in to the quick but temporary fix vs. giving in to anger and cynicism) and that "He stayed and carried the tension to term.  Not easy, but that's the Gospel route."

Uh, well, sorry, but I have absolutely no intention of becoming a monk, Father Rolheiser.  You may have hit the nail on the head in describing my problem, but I'm not buying into your solution.  There has to be a better way to set a moral compass than simply (and simplistically) telling someone to "carry the tension to term", somewhere to draw a moral line between chaste and profane, monk and slut, hermitage and bacchanal.

I don't have an answer.  But I now have a much better understanding of the question that I am living (thanks to a wise friend)...

UPDATE April 15, 2012: Well, unfortunately, my friendship with Brian ended, as sometimes happens to two people who are separated by circumstance and distance.  But re-reading this entry has made me realize, over the past eight years, how the things we worry about and obsess over when we are younger seem to fade over time.  I'm not certain if it's age or wisdom or a bit of both, but I feel much more comfortable in my own (gay) skin, and less of a need to prove myself by doing (or not doing) anything.  I guess that's a good thing :-)

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Four Stages of Spiritual Growth: January 8, 2004


(originally posted January 8, 2004)


Snippets of an interesting discussion held last year on the Enneagram Institute discussion board (the wonderful conversations that sometimes spring up being one of the reasons I like to hang out there).
I wanted to post this to my blog because of my brother's family's recent decision to join a local church, and my experiences of the past six years, leaving one church and joining another. Peck's Four Stages of Spiritual Growth provide an explanation of why some people grow by joining a church (mosque, synagogue, etc.), and why other people grow by leaving:
Ryan: "(This) has led me to recall something that I had read by M. Scott Peck about the four stages of spiritual growth about 15 years ago when I was still living in Toronto.
I googled and found this Web page, which is an excellent summary of Peck's theory. The Web page is:
(NOTE: Please travel the escapefromwatchtower site as you see fit for yourself; it appears to be mostly anti-Watchtower ranting from a disgruntled former Jehovah's Witness; I am only interested in this particular page from that Web site and its summary of Peck's theory.)
Peck's theory of the stages of spiritual growth intuitively makes sense to me, and although I never stopped going to church, I felt that I have been in a spiritual "dry spell" for quite some time (I think I kept up with the church going more for a sense of community and for appearance's sake than for spiritual reasons).
I think, that with my recent work with the Enneagram and with my experiences with healing touch, I am slowly moving from Stage 3 (skeptic) to Stage 4 (mystic). Then again, I might be moving back from Stage 3 to Stage 2 for all I know.
Any comments on this page and Peck's theories? What stage would you say you were at? Your thoughts and feelings, about your own experience/journey? And what would you think is the best way to raise children so that they go through these stages naturally, and not get "stuck" somewhere along the way (like Stage 2 for example, I know quite a few people who are stuck there, either in a fundamentalist religion or cult)."

Person A: "I totally agree with Peck's theory. It falls exactly in line with something I've held for many years -- especially the importance of the Stage III experience. In my opinion, it's impossible to achieve any kind of spiritual maturity unless you have travelled through a questioning, seeking, challenging stage. It's all part of the process of examining, reviewing, and integrating the parts that work.
I'm a lifelong Roman Catholic. According to the pope, I'm a cafeteria catholic. Fine. No problem. I had many years away from the church, and frankly, I am not particularly drawn to the organization at this point in my spiritual development. I do, however, enjoy playing guitar and singing with a group every week. the other reason I continue to attend formal services is to give my daughter a framework from which to jettison. She's 13.
I think that giving children some spiritual experience (Christian, Jewish, Scientologist, Native American, Muslim, Buddist, Sufi, etc...) is an important gift. With any luck at all, they will reach a place in their lives where they challenge and explore the rites, rituals and regulations of their religion, in order to more fully develop their own spiritual life."
Ryan: "I was in Stage 2 for a long time myself (late childhood and teenage years, early twenties) and then I had my first crisis of faith. I think I entered Stage 3 during my mid-twenties although I didn't or couldn't admit it to myself at the time.
As for finding the ladder, one of the problems I have is that (as Peck points out in his excerpt) the process is not something you can plan, organize and schedule... "We cannot get to God under our own steam. We must allow God to do the directing."
The interesting thing is, I can actually see this truth happening in my own life, once I let go and stop trying to grab the baton :-)
... I sent the link to my brother and sister-in-law, hoping to spark a conversation with them about their kids. They're nominally United Church of Canada (like me) but I'm pretty sure they're Stage 3 themselves (at least I'm pretty sure my brother is). I used to joke to him that you'd better take the kids to church to give them something to rebel against when they're teenagers...
Then again, if I hadn't been raised in such a fundamentalist branch of the Lutheran church, maybe I would have dealt with my own sexual orientation a helluva lot sooner. Sigh."
Person B: "I was lucky. My parents (Presbyterian and Anglican) decided that they would bring us up with our roots in the Christian Church, so we had a basis to spring from - as it were. As we moved every couple of years, each time they arrived in a new town, they searched out the church with the best approach to children. So we went to Presbyterian, Anglican, Methodist, Unitarian - you name it! My grandmother and aunt were Christian Scientists and we sometimes read Mary Baker Eddy - whose ideas I have some respect for still. But when we started to question things, my parents response was always something along the lines of 'Well, many people believe......' or 'I feel such and such, but I don't really have an answer - I'm still searching.' My mother had always been interested in Eastern religious philosophy. There were a wide range of books around the house to dip into. It was always clear that we could formulate our own ideas without fear of being criticised or judged. At around 14, both my brother and I went through a 'churchy' phase where we wanted to get confirmed, serve at Mass, read the lessons, run the Sunday school and so on. Then as we got older the scepticism came in, and both of us let go of our interest in established religion. At this point, both my parents (with, I think, a sigh of relief), stopped attending church. Their job was done.
My mother and I both took up Transcendental Meditation when I was 18. Later I became a Quaker. I guess I'm around levels 3-4 now, mostly.
I've tried to follow my parents principles with my own children. We attend church - but not frequently. My son was a chorister in the cathedral here in York. I go to Quaker meeting, and the children have attended with me in the past, but only when they chose to. My daughter went to a Quaker school (but here in the UK Quakers are not a religion anyway - just a group of people seeking the truth where they can find it.)
I think my children are open to ideas, accepting of people's beliefs and have a strong core of spirituality that will take them who knows where. One thing I'm pretty certain of - none of them will become fundamentalists!"
Person C: "I wish I could comment on the childrearing issue, but I'll humbly listen, instead, to those people who have actual experience.
Here's my attempt to compare the religious attitudes addressed in Peck's model to a similar outline of attitudes toward the Enneagram of ego defenses (and, in some ways, toward ego defenses in general). Like Peck's stages, the following analogues begin with egoism and progress to transcendence.
Equivalent Stage I (Egoism): People at this stage "don't give a hoot" about dealing with their ego defenses, which disposition often precludes interest in personality psychology, though egoists occasionally use the Enneagram to reinforce their ego defenses and to excuse their immature behaviors. Also, they might oversimplify the types to bolster their bigotry toward self or others.
Equivalent Stage II (Lexical Dogmatism): "Whatever (this author) says is correct." Enneagram books, to these people, are Bibles. I'm not referring to neophytes, in whom such misguided attitudes are understandable and hopefully temporary. Rather, a broad lexical knowledge of the Enneagram, in addition to lexical dogmatism, would seem essential in Stage II. Since dogmatists lack depth of insight, their self-assessment typically relies on indirect superficial evidence (e.g., surface behavior) rather than inner awareness. They cannot usefully apply the integration theories they often support, let alone evaluate these theories for feasibility.
Equivalent Stage III (Skepticism/Theorizing): A while back, some people on the 9types.com forum started to feel suckered by the prospect of puppet-like paticipation in Stage II, so they went skeptical, and demanded empirical proof of Enneagram principles. Even the self-evident aspects of their ego defenses had to wait, as our skeptics insisted upon first mapping every square nanometer of the mind. Another Stage III participant, the theorizer clears (or evades?) the skeptic's hurdle by claiming an intuitive grasp on the system. Theorizers think innovatively, and can be ingeniously insightful, yet they consider insight the Enneagram's ultimate end, while ignoring or downplaying its implication toward the higher purpose of psychological growth.
Equivalent Stage IV (Transcendence): People at this stage understand the consequences of their compulsive ego defenses. While people in the earlier stages can intellectually comprehend the concept of integration, this is the stage at which the truth touches their higher sensibility: "I must transcend this limiting ego, and live in Essence, love, felicity, unhindered communion with life, and so on." These things are unquantifiable mysteries. I've heard that some people arrive at this stage immediately upon being introduced to the Enneagram. They might be the naturals, but I'm hoping I can catch up with them."
Person D: "In terms of these Stages of Faith, I don't really have any recollection of beginning in Stage I. My earliest memories would only correlate to Stage II, from which I "backslid" to Stage I when I tossed out orthodox Christianity and adopted somthing along the lines of Athiesm. Stage II would become the "chaos" Peck describes that I couldn't... would not accept. I suppose in a way that might have been my initial emergence to Stage III. But for a good year (most of Grade 6 and the summer leading to 7) I was certainly of the mind that I could care less about anyone else. Not a fun time to remember. I don't really have an explanation of what pulled me from that funk, but by the end of that summer things were decidedly different. I went from Stage I directly to III, where I stayed through my late teens before jockeying b/n and evenutally arriving at Stage IV.
One distinction I'd like to make b/n Stage I and II:
--Stage I may be narrowly defined as those who will deceive others in order to further their own self-interest.
--Stage II may be narrowly defined as those who will deceive themselves in order to further their own self-interest.
Therefore, in synthesis:
Stage I people are true in the fact that they are unprincipled (and moreover are relatively unconcerned with how society views them); whereas Stage II persons will erect false principles in order to be thought of as good (specifically due to their concern of how society views them). I's will is arbitrarily imposed, whereas II's will is systematically imposed.
In light of this, the question is begged: Who is the pretender?
Beck holds it is those in Stage I. A case can be made, I think, for both Stages. However, the more dangerous, imho, belong to Stage II. I don't see that ignorace can be used as any more of an excuse for those in Stage II as it may be applied to those in Stage I."