Placebo

“They can conquer who believe they can…” – Virgil (70 BC – 19 BC)

I started to write a long complicated post about placebos yesterday, because 1) I was worrying that this blog was in need of some Legitimate Content, 2) I am really interested in the placebo effect and 3) my brother Dave chose it when I gave him a choice between placebos, a juicy local murder mystery and a post about attention span. (I’m not entirely sure he paid attention long enough to get past the first choice…) Continue reading →

In Praise of Violists

For the past few months, I’ve been playing in a small chamber orchestra that rehearses in a teeny little town near the French border called Collex. It’s a forty-minute drive from where I live, which for Switzerland is quite a trek. Tonight we have a concert in the village’s community center. You’re probably wondering what instrument I play. Well, I’ll give you a hint. It is the butt of an obscene number of jokes in the musical world, and it’s not the oboe. Continue reading →

Mudslide!

Today is mudslide day. And I’m not talking cocktails. I’m writing another 500-600 word piece, this time about a guy who studies flowing debris — mudslides and snow avalanches. He sent me a link to a video showing a hillside in Southern Italy that just starts detaching and flowing away. The hill is not even all that steep. I love the “do not enter” sign put in the middle of the street. No kidding? I wish I understood what the guy is screaming in Italian at 1:00. If anybody knows Italian, let me know and I’ll update…



The point being that we don’t really have a clue why some slopes slide and others stay put after a week of torrential rain. The state of the art in predicting natural disasters is in fact fairly lame. The Swiss are masters of avalanche prediction, but even so, they can only issue generalized risk levels and lots of people die every year despite the warning bulletins.

It reminded me of when we were living Davis, California back in the 1990s and I spent an election cycle as a single-issue voter. At the time, the Republican candidate for governor, Pete Wilson, wanted to spend a lot of money upgrading the Folsom dam so developers could build more housing in the American River flood plain (which just happens to be the greater Sacramento area, inhabited by about half a million people). I felt very strongly that taxpayer money shouldn’t be spent to further enrich developers and insurance companies. You shouldn’t build housing in a flood plain! Doh! Farm it, do something else, but people shouldn’t live there. IT’S A FLOOD PLAIN!

At the time property values were skyrocketing and the developers were making out like bandits, jam-packing cheaply constructed cookie-cutter houses on former fields on the outskirts of towns and cities all over California. Then selling them for a fortune. It turned out that the rest of the state cared a lot more about abolishing affirmative action and stopping illegal immigration than about the Folsom Dam, and Wilson won the election easily. (Yolo was one of only seven counties that voted for his opponent; the other holdouts were San Francisco, Marin, San Mateo, Santa Cruz, Sonoma and Alameda).

Ironically, in July the very next year, a spillway gate on the dam broke and nearly 40% of the reservoir drained into the San Francisco Bay. The salmon and striped bass populations thought all the fresh water meant it was fall and they took off, thinking it was time to migrate. As anyone who has ever lived in the Central Valley of California knows, it NEVER, EVER rains between May and November. It took the Bureau of Reclamation a year to figure out that the accident was caused by a “design flaw.”

I just read on Wikipedia that “Upgrades to provide increased flood protection for Sacramento are scheduled to be completed in 2015.” And “The Bureau of Reclamation’s Safety of Dams Program determined the risk of flooding in the Sacramento area made it one of the most at-risk communities in the United States.” Right. I wonder which insurance companies and developer’s associations are behind this dramatic statement and all that government funding. “But, Mary, if we don’t fund the dam(n) project, millions of people will DIE!”

The Onion did a priceless spoof report about a memorial built to honor, in advance, the victims of the inevitable Folsom dam collapse (presumably caused by lack of funding). Click on the link under the picture to go to their site and watch the film.


Preemptive Memorial Honors Future Victims Of Imminent Dam Disaster

Bien-être

I’ve been asked to translate the introduction to a Nordic walking book. Initially, I was very excited – this could be my big breakthrough into book translating! – but those hopes were dashed when the author explained that the translated text would be sent by her Swiss publisher to an agent in North America, and if it was accepted, it would be farmed out to a translator there.

Well, never mind, a job’s a job, so I get started. I don’t Nordic Walk, so I’m confident I’ll at least learn something new in the process.

One word keeps popping up, jarring my translating flow: bien-être. This is roughly translated into English as “wellbeing.” Nordic Walking, it turns out, is not only a total body workout (it uses 90% of your muscles!), but it also makes you feel good about yourself. But every time I type “wellbeing,” it feels stilted and awkward. I realize it’s not a word that Americans use much. We love talking about exercise, weight loss, cardiovascular health, muscle tone — did I mention weight loss? Lose Weight! Get a Total Body Workout! I guess the implication is that if you’ve got all those bases covered, it’s obvious that you’re going to feel good about yourself. If your body is buff, what more do you need? Wouldn’t saying that you’ll have a sense of wellbeing be redundant?

More to the point, isn’t it totally subjective? How can you compare something as vague as “wellbeing” with numbers of calories per mile or target heart rate or the percentage of your muscles you’re using? What has a higher bien-être index: an hour of Nordic Walking outdoors with your friends or a sweaty session on a Stairmaster? Can’t we measure brain waves or something? Please?

I often pass groups of Nordic Walking ladies, marching along with their poles and chatting away, as I run along the lake. They look happy. But then maybe they’d be happy anyway, even without the poles. The depressed ones are curled up on the couch at home, watching reruns of Friends. But that’s the thing: bien-être is more than just happiness. It’s a deeper concept, a state of being. It has to do with tranquility, a sense of peace, of all being right with your world.

Why would the word describing this concept be used more in Europe (well, at least in the French-speaking countries, I can’t vouch for the others) than across the pond? Sure, Europe has had a lot more serious angst to deal with in the last couple of centuries than the US has. A couple of world wars, the collapse of the Soviet bloc. Maybe that has something to do with it. But then, look at the crazy yoga boom in the US. Even though it often masquerades as a total body workout, yoga also has a non-negligible karma component. All the marketing gimmicks aside (Yoga clothing? Yoga magazines?), I’m convinced there’s some big cultural thing going on here. Maybe we’re entering a kind of national existential crisis. Maybe Americans are finally starting to see that wellbeing isn’t something you can buy or something you can attain by working really hard, but something more elusive that has to be nurtured from within.

I read an article in an actual paper copy of the Sunday New York Times (thank you Matt at BooksBooksBooks) not too long ago about Jack LaLanne and his role  in turning physical fitness into a moral issue in the US. This is key, I’m almost sure of it. In the US, you exercise because it’s a virtuous thing to do. If you don’t, you’re a worthless slothlike sack of flab. Working out thus gives you the heady feeling of — an absence of guilt. That’s a far cry from wellbeing in my book. Nobody cares about wellbeing. We just want to be able to look at ourselves in the mirror without an overwhelming surge of self-loathing.

There’s certainly some of this exercise-as-higher-virtue going on in Europe, too (thank you, globalization) but I don’t think it’s as pervasive. The Swiss are certainly into extreme sports, but it’s more a question of how crazy they can be than how buff they are. So when my Nordic Walking enthusiast counts bien-être as one of the benefits of her sport, I’m sure she means it. I just wish I knew how to translate it.