So this morning I rolled out of bed and drove over the mountains to see the Pacific Ocean, at Half Moon Bay. I stood on the bluffs overlooking both "Venice" and "Redondo" beaches, both completely natural and empty, the former with wave-beaten rocks and tidal-pools. <1> Now I know where to go should I ever want to ride a horse on the beach. On the way back one of my new tires failed - not a blow-out, but a flat anyway, when I pulled over on the 101 near Redwood City. A half-hour later I was on my way on the baby spare, not at all perturbed since it's a holiday and I had no particular schedule to follow - just means I couldn't use the car for the rest of the day, and lunch tomorrow will be taken up with auto maintenance. I made mental plans to bike around & do stuff but instead I just stayed around doing housecleaning, listening to my new Frank Sinatra CD ("A Swingin' Affair") and tapes of old Joe Frank radio shows.
Yesterday I mentioned something I heard on this weekend's "This American Life" radio show, which concerned Compulsive Liars. Today I discovered that this show was actually first broadcast over a year ago. Here's a few more excerpts:
The psychiatrist:We've done very little research on compulsive liars because they don't come into your office. They don't seek help, and they're not interested in cooperating in research; there's nothing in it for them. It's hard to offer a great deal of hope to anyone who's intimately involved with a compulsive liar, because there's very little reason to believe that they're going to change.
... and a psychologist:Some people have written that lying is something very difficult to treat, that in order to have a treatment response you have to have someone who's able to live with the truth, that Therapy is based on the ability to tolerate and explore the truth.
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<1> These are comical names because down south they're two of the major LA beaches, heavily built up, with boardwalks. Back