Archive for July, 2011


It’s time to bring back the La-Di-Frickin-Da.

Below is a ten second clip of the late comedian Chris Farley saying “La-Di-Frickin-Da” in his inimitable way while performing as the Matt Foley character on Saturday Night Live in the early 1990s:

Image of Well La-Di-Freakin-Da!

It would be fun to put that as my voice mail greeting or play it each time a kid whines about something.

A couple of friends of mine and I have turned La-Di-Frickin’-Da into an acronym – LDFD – and find it comes in handy in emails and instant messages as so many things in life warrant a LDFD.  ;-)

If you’re interested in having a few laughs, click here to watch a complete Matt Foley skit. Chris Farley grew up here in Madison, WI and here’s a blog post I came across about a trip a fan made to Madison to visit Farley’s grave and favorite restaurants and such.

The blog also points to this poster (Farley died of a drug overdose):

That reminds me, I’m reading the book War of the Gods in Addiction: C.G. Jung, Alcoholics Anonymous and Archetypal Evil by David E. Schoen, a Jungian analyst. I don’t have an addiction and neither does anyone in my immediate family, but I’m highly interested in the idea posited in the book that the 12 steps in A.A. are similar to Jungian psychology. The book is based on correspondence between Bill W., a co-founder of A.A., and Jung.

Anyway, according to this book, addiction isn’t totally the person’s fault, as that poster says. But addiction isn’t just physical, however. There’s a psychological element as well. Schoen also says the cure isn’t medical:

There is a manageability to most most emotional/mental disorders other than addiction. Presently, almost all of them can be treated effectively with a combination of medications and psychotherapy. Medication and psychotherapy have not proven effective primary treatments in arresting alcoholism and addiction.

He recommends A.A. and/or Jungian psychology for a variety of reasons, because they both emphasize the spiritual as essential elements for achieving sobriety and recovery. Jung said the formula for overcoming addiction is spiritus contra spiritum (spirit of life against spirit of death).

So, even though that wasn’t my intention when starting this post, I ended up mentioning Chris Farley and Carl Jung in the same post. La-Di-Frickin-Da, as Matt Foley would say.


The cure for loneliness is solitude

While flipping through my notebook the other day I came across the notes I took last March in St. Paul, MN at the workshop with James Hollis, PhD, Jungian analyst.

Below are the notes from one of the pages and I couldn’t help but think how each sentence could be a book or workshop topic unto itself, although simply pondering each sentence is plenty of exercise for my little gray cells:

“Behind the wound lies the genius of the person.”

“Fundamentalism is an anxiety management system designed to rid ourselves of ambiguity.”

“We’re all recovering children.”

“You can’t individuate through the other but you can’t individuate without bouncing things off them.”

And my favorite:

“The cure for loneliness is solitude.”


In which we take a dandelion break and remember the 1980s

The 1980s was a bipolar decade for me, as I attended high school (the worst of times) and college (the best of times) in the 1980s.

I recently discovered the newly-released five volume set of Bloom County: The Complete Collection and checked out a few volumes from the library.

The Bloom County comic strip originally ran from 1980-1989. If one ever desires to revisit the 1980s in such a way as to laugh at the pop culture icons, politicians and other absurdities of that era, Bloom County is the way to go. The books have margin notes written by Berke Breathed to explain the forgotten pop culture references. He also dishes some fun behind-the-scenes dirt.

When I was in college everyone was into Bloom County, it seemed, and Opus T-Shirts and stuffed toys were everywhere. During the 1985-86 academic year my roommates and I taped every Bloom County strip from that year to the back of our apartment door.

While paging through the volumes I was happy to be reminded of the dandelion break (click image to see larger version):

And reaquaint myself with Binkley’s closet of anxieties:

Plus the many other story lines, such as Opus’s nose job.

I also like the lyrics to the song The 1983 Blues, which appeared in one of the Sunday strips:

Oh mama, got dese eighty-three blues,
The days are dull, can’t find the fuse.
Preppies! Punkies! No friends o’ mine!
I think I’ll tie-dye my Calvin Kleins.

Yeah, we’ve lost the beat, Jack Kerouac!

Help us, Elvis, please take us back,
To when a “Cool Cat” would never mean
Garfield locked in an ice machine!

Black Panthers! Libbers! A campus to seize!

Now that’s what we need plus a hippie or three!
Yet Valley Girls sit on our cultural turf,
Gross me out, baby! Gag me with a smurf!

So mama help me, I’m losin’ all hopes,

Bob Dylan’s at home a-watching the soaps!
Can’t say much for my G-G-Generation…
The Times; I wish they were a-changin’!!
After that reminder of Valley Girls and Smurfs I think I need a Dandelion Break now.