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Monday, September 24, 2007

Racism's toll may be physical

Interesting article from the LA Times:

Statistically, black males in America are at increased risk for just about every health problem known. African Americans have a shorter life expectancy than any other racial group in America except Native Americans, and black men fare even worse than black women. Some of it can be chalked up to poverty, the most powerful determinant of health, or to lifestyle factors. But even when all those factors are accounted for in studies, the gap stubbornly persists. Now researchers are beginning to examine discrimination itself. Racism, more than race, may be cutting black men down before their time.

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"Let's say something occurs where you follow me around in a store," Mays says. "I think that's racist. My blood pressure goes up. I get upset. Then I go to a different store. Someone appears to start following me. I am primed from a previous experience and I feel it again. We call it a micro-assault."

According to research into stress, such emotionally packed memories are held in a part of the brain called the amygdala, which regulates fear responses through the release of hormones such as cortisol. "Amygdala-driven stress responses are fight-or-flight based, tailored to survive now, ask questions later," says Billi Gordon, a postdoctoral researcher at the UCLA center. The chemical release happens quickly, aiming for a quick, life-saving response. There isn't even enough time to consult the cortex, the logical part of the brain.

Cortisol readies the body for the immediate danger, taking resources away from the some of the body's longer-term resources, such as control of the immune system, while increasing blood pressure and blood sugar levels. That's fine for the short term, but if it happens again and again, over a lifetime, the continual assaults of racism can result in a greater vulnerability to infection from a weakened immune system. In the long run, it places the body at increased risk for inflammatory diseases such as cardiovascular disease and possibly obesity and diabetes as a result of repeated changes to the regulation of glucose, says Barnes.

Over time, the disruption of cortisol control can get even worse. At first, the release of the hormone acts as an anti-inflammatory agent in the body. But if the body continually overloads with cortisol, the protective system shuts down and then actually reverses, increasing inflammation, which is linked to high blood pressure, cardiovascular disease and possibly diabetes.
I was actually thinking about this today while I was walking Buster. This black man, probably in his 50's, showed up to run around the track at about 7am and he ran for an hour. He yelled at me for stealing the inside lane which, as he noted, "belongs to runners in track and field." Okay, sir.

I walked Buster for an hour and this man ran for an hour. As we shared the track for that long time, I thought a lot about how our day and our lives would look very different. I wondered where is past had taken him and what he thought about some white dude walking his dog on the inside lane of his track. He ran hard for the whole hour and we never made eye contact. I couldn't help but feel that we were playing out the drama of many years in a very subtle and silent way.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Gio and Buster

One of our neighbors has two boys that love to come over and play with Buster. The youngest, Gio, came over tonight.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

My parents have a new dog.

Introducing Sophie. Cute, eh? Do not adjust your screen, her ears are that big. Hopefully someday she will get to meet Buster. For all you match makers out there, Buster is shooting blanks so no dice there.

Friday, November 03, 2006

My Roommates are Gangsta

While I was away it got pretty cold here in the house, but my
roommates didn't turn the heat on. I just turned it on for the first
time today.

I have to take Buster to the vet. It's going to cost me some dough.
He has an open sore on his ear and his chin keeps breaking out.
Since he is around 13 in dog years, I was trying to tell myself that
it was just puppy puberty, but alas, I think it's more serious than
that. So I'm trying a new vet in Mt. Airy who will hopefully be much
better than the last guy. I spend more on Buster's health than I do
on my own.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Further Evidence that Buster is Human

Our dog sleeps with a pillow.

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Buster close up

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Putting the "fur" in "furniture"...

Buster in a blatant display of disregard for the law.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Buster Pictures

He's not supposed to be on my bed, but sometimes I give in. How can I say no to those big sad eyes?





Friday, December 08, 2006

Badlands

I believe in the love that you gave me.
I believe in the faith that could save me.
I believe in the hope and I pray that some day it
Will raise me above these

Badlands...



I was about to go to bed. I came in from walking Buster in the cold and wanted a little snack. I sat down and turned on my 12" black and white tv. PBS is trying to raise money again. Springsteen concert interrupted by obnoxious sales pitches for overpriced DVDs. Anyway, I can't find the same version on YouTube, but Bruce and the E St. Band gave one of the best live performances ever in their 1999 version of Badlands at Madison Square Garden. 17 years removed and in 12 inches of black and white, I could feel the energy in my living room as they play the same riff repeatedly for several minutes, the crowd humming along while the band simply walks around stage soaking it up and sharing a moment with their fans. Bruce gets caught up and starts yelling "New York City!" about ten times into the mic. At that point he was no longer performing as he is clearly overcome with joy and gratitude. At its best, live music creates and expresses something new rather than vacantly replaying notes and words that meant something once. I love me some Bruce.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Friday, November 17, 2006

Buster Madness

Friday, September 22, 2006

On the Road of Life...

...there are buses and there are Dachshunds.

This morning when I was walking my dog, Buster, I saw a little black Dachshund with ID tags and a collar running loose in the park. I called him to me but he wouldn't come. He drifted towards the twelve-lane highway that we live by and a woman in a silver Civic stopped and tried to coax him into her car unsuccessfully. In fact, he was frightened and bolted straight into oncoming traffic and got clipped by a bus.

My neighbor two doors north has a Dachshund. Heartbroken and frantic, I went into the house to get some treats to track the little guy down. Maybe I could run him to the vet and keep him alive. I couldn't find him and on my way back I saw my neighbor on his front steps with, you guessed it, his dog.

Relieved, I told him the story and asked him to help me find the other dog. We never did. He was probably laying in the tall grass of the median taking his final doggie breaths.

We were both sad, but I walked back home very satisfied. Isn't this what it means to be a neighbor?

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Staying Up Late...

...leaning back in my chair, Buster laying across my bare feet, looking out over the park, enjoying the breeze that I get from having a bedroom with 4 windows, and falling in love with Andrew Osenga. Well, his music anyway. Minus the occasional sirens, this reminds me of growing up in Indiana. I think God knew what he was doing when he gave me this house, this park, this dog, this bedroom, and this breeze. And, let's not forget, this CD.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Wenedsday Will Be Cool

That's when we're getting this awesome dog, Buster:

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

We Might Be Getting This Dog

My mom hooked us up with this free dog if we want it. She also took the picutre. He looks a little crazy here, but I think it's just the picture. His name is Buster.