Better, Different, Worse

The Orientation Reflex

In moving to a different culture, one encounters many things, some familiar, some similar, some different, and some exotic. To orient oneself, there is a natural tendency to like what is familiar and to dislike what is unfamiliar. Even in a state of adaptation to a culture, under stress, one reverts to learned behaviours. For instance, if you grew up driving on the right side of the road and are learning to drive on the left side of the road, and you hit some panic or disorientation, there is a tremendous drive to go back to what is familiar and over-learned, the right side of the road. This orienting reflex is similar to what Laurence Gonzales writes about in his book, Deep Survival, when he describes the human tendency to respond to the known, even when one realizes that one is in an unknown situation. In a life and death situation, responding as if the unknown situation is known can be a fatal mistake. What Gonzales describes could be seen as an example of the orientation reflex, an attempt to apply a mismatched response to a situation that is causing disorientation. The stronger the sense of disorientation, the stronger the orientation reflex.

The orientation reflex could be seen as a form of psychological defense, although I am not sure that really does it justice. A defense is a fixed psychological state in response to a challenge or stress from the environment. There are differences in opinion as to whether a defense is always a distorted reaction or whether it was perhaps a valid reaction at one point, but is now no longer valid because it is out of date, from an earlier time in life, and therefore immature when compared to one’s present abilities. Either way, the orientation reflex is a mismatch between the current environment and the over-learned behaviour. The question is how to resolve the mismatch or whether to live with it.

In life and death situations, like Gonzales describes in his book, the orientation reflex can lead to death. Similarly, in trying to drive on the left side of the road, the orientation reflex could get you into a lot of trouble and maybe even get you killed. The challenging question arises in situations that are not life and death, but rather socio-cultural interactions between individuals with different over-learned behaviours or different orientation reflexes. At a certain point, if you are living in a different culture, you end up hitting a place where your sense of self and your orientation reflexes come into conflict with the host culture you are living in. At this point, the question is do you change yourself, do you adapt to the new host culture. The vast majority of people will choose to adapt somewhat, but it is a spectrum and people may find that they are comfortable with different places along the spectrum.

At the two extremes of the adaptation spectrum are the choice to not adapt at all, but rather to concretize one’s own culture and orientation reflexes, and at the other extreme, to fully adapt and blend with the new culture and to leave one’s previous sense of self and orientation reflexes behind (“going native”). The really challenging thing is that a person’s sense of self is also made up of these automatic orientation reflexes, and that to change these reflexes requires at the very least to re-wire your brain, so to speak, or to make major changes in your sense of self.

Better, Different, Worse?

One simple way that a person can respond to a new culture is to break down everything that is not familiar into the categories of Better, Different, or Worse. In a very real sense, everything that is not familiar in a new culture is Different. (Of course, even some of the things that seem similar could turn out to be different and this could be some of the most disorienting cultural interactions). Some of the things that are Different, may then be judged to be either Better or Worse. If someone voluntarily moves to another culture, there must have been at least some aspects of that culture that were thought to be Better than the culture being left. Even if one claims to just be seeking Different, I would guess that there is still a drive to find Different Better.

It may seem to not be politically correct to say that another culture is Better or Worse than another. I for one, do not believe that statement to be true. Part of being Different means that some things may just be plain Different (driving on the left vs. driving on the right), whereas other things may be Better or Worse. Even to go back to the old dimension of cultures being somewhere on the spectrum between Individualist and Collectivist will mean that certain cultures have more individualist strengths (such as a strong sense of self separate from the collective) and others will have more collectivist strengths (such as strong in-group and family bonds). A culture in which bribery is common could be said to be Worse – in that dimension – than a culture that does not have bribery.

In looking at cultures as having different strengths and weaknesses, different values and preferences, it follows that certain cultures will have different things that they do Better or Worse than others. Admittedly, to say that something is Better or Worse is to make a judgment from an outside perspective. Someone who grew up in a culture in which bribery is the way to get things done may very well think that is the best way to get things done, from a moral relativist position, it can be difficult to make any judgment of anyone or anything at all. However, there are certain elements of mutually agreed upon realities. Most of the people of the world would probably agree that torture, deceit, unfairness, cruelty, and discrimination are Worse than the opposite, or at least the attempts to have the opposites of those qualities.

On one level, there is this universal level where most people would consider something Better or Worse. Are these stereotypes or do stereotypes have an element of truth to them. Are the French Better cooks and the Germans Better engineers? Is it true that French culture places a higher value on good food and good living and German culture places a higher value on structure and order? Is it true or false that American culture is Better at some things and Worse at others?

Lately, I have found myself using this heuristic of breaking down challenging cultural situations into the Better, Different, Worse framework. I try to always remind myself that the reason something is disorienting is that it is Different. I hold off judgment as to whether something is Better or Worse until I have been able to have a series of situations in order to see some kind of larger pattern. Even once I decide that something is Better or Worse, I realize that this is still relative to me and my values and I try to see how what seems worse could be the weakness of a strength in another dimension. For instance, it would be difficult to have both very individualistic and collectivistic strengths in the same culture.

I am still working out patterns in New Zealand culture and how these are Different than patterns in US culture. While I have the luxury of taking an anthropological approach in certain areas, in my job, I have to function as a professional in a system that may very well have different concepts of what is professional and ethical behaviour. I face the dilemma of having to rapidly decide in what ways to adapt to the culture and in what ways to hold to my professional orienting reflexes. This is quite a challenge.

Going back in time: 2 weeks ago.

Going back in time: 2 weeks ago.

Going back in time: 2 weeks ago.

Going back in time: 2 weeks ago.

Going back in time: 2 weeks ago.

Ok, I realize I these last few posts are pretty sloppy, but I am getting behind in putting up some photos. I have some thoughts to put down about living and working in another country and culture, but they will have to wait.

Here are some photos from a trip we took to the Miranda Shorebird Centre. It is about an hour drive from Auckland. It is across the Firth of Thames from Coromandel Penninsula. The area is apparently one of only a few in the world that is called a Chenier Plain. Over time, heaps of shells are washed up on the beach, the heaps get so high that they eventually cut off pools of water from the ocean. These pools fill with silt and eventually become swampy land. Over time, more and more of these heaps of shells build up, creating a series of shell hills with intervening silt flats. Mangroves grow in these areas. The best views of birds we had was in a flooded farmer’s field, rather than at the centre.

A few more photos from Miranda

Going back in time: 2 weeks ago.

Tiritiri Matangi

Fantail

Fantail

Greg the naughty Takahe

Greg the naughty Takahe

Brown Teal

Brown Teal

Cabbage Tree

Cabbage Tree

Hihi and Stitchbird

Hihi and Stitchbird

Mary Pat and I went out to Tiritiri Matangi Island this weekend. It was about an hour long boat trip out to the island. It is a scientific reserve and allows up to 150 visitors a day to tour the re-established ecosystem. It was a farm up until about the 1970s and then was bought out by the NZ goverment. The non-native species were trapped and native flora and birds were gradually introduced. It is really an amazing place and is amazingly beautiful. Here are a few photos:

A Short Trip From Auckland

McKinney Kauri

McKinney Kauri

After 4 weeks in Auckland, we finally made a short trip away from the city. Driving here still requires a lot of extra concentration to stay on the “correct” side of the road. We did take a trip to Maraetai, but it completely wiped us out, both driver and navigator!

Ponga (Silver Fern)

Ponga (Silver Fern)

A Short Trip From Auckland

Today we went up to Kauri Park, near Warkworth, about 60 km North of Auckland. Aside from the daily natural beauty of the ocean, we haven’t really gotten out into any forest. Kauri Park has two very large Kauri trees and a short forest walk through some amazing forest (bush, as they call it here). There were magnificent ferns and foliage. We heard some unusual birds, but didn’t catch a glimpse of them. We also heard some cows at some point, which seemed strange given the really rain forest-like feel of the ecosystem. We did see quite a few Pukeko birds on the drive, but I still haven’t gotten a photo of one, yet. The walk was very invigorating, not very demanding, just a really nice introduction to the native plants.

A Short Trip From Auckland

Tomorrow will be the start of my third week at work. There is so much to say about that, but I’ll just post some photos from the day for now.

A Short Trip From Auckland

New Zealand: 2 weeks and counting

Rangitoto Island

Rangitoto Island

Well, it has been just over 2 weeks in New Zealand. The second week was much different than the first – less exploring (in a touristy sort of way) and more practical settling (e.g. looking at cars, shopping for things for the flat, trying to figure out how to get from here to there while staying on the other side of the road).

We hit some culture shock this week. In my brief personal experience, culture shock seems to be a situation in which you encounter a way of doing things that is different than the way you are used to doing them. It seems to be a bigger shock when you hit something about which you did not even realize you had a belief about. The more automatic a behavior is, the more jarring it can be when the way you are trying to do something doesn’t seem to fit with the new culture in which you are trying to operate. For me, it has been a gradual collection of little things that led to me feeling more irritable and pissy this week. I’ll go through a few of the glitches, as examples. The details may be a bit boring, but it is the details which reveal the lack of fit between different ways of doing things.

In New Zealand, any internet use is gauged in terms of the amount of data you intend to use. For instance, my mobile (cell phone contract comes with complimentary internet use, but I had to choose between different plans based on how many gigs of data I wanted to use. I had no idea how much data I used in the States. I was told that using skype uses up a lot of data. I got an upper end plan and I haven’t run out of minutes, although I am still trying to figure out how to use the internet effectively on my phone. I also got a mobile internet stick for my laptop.

[An aside, we had been planning on staying in a hotel efficiency for two months until all our belongings arrived. We spoke with my new boss about some different places that we could gradually check out to live in. We took the bus back toward downtown from my work place in Panmure and we stopped in a suburb (which is technically in the city of Auckland, unlike suburbs in the US that are separate cities) and we stopped in with a realtor who gave us a list of places. We walked down to the first one and were standing on the street looking up at the beautiful second floor flat when, lo and behold, the owner of the place looked down, out the window, and waved us up. It turns out she was waiting to show the place to someone else. We hit it off and talked about having shared relatives in Minnesota. So, we ended up getting the flat that day. We then had to contend with the fact that we have no furniture for two months, but that is another story. The moral of this story is that plans change and each time a plan changes there is a ripple effect that changes many of the earlier plans you have made.]

New Zealand: 2 weeks and counting

A different sort of duck

Since we were originally planning to live in the hotel efficiency, I got the mobile internet stick on a month to month basis. Since we had free, unsecure internet at the hotel, I got a lower data plan on the stick, since I thought I would just use it for any secure needs, like checking bank balances and paying bills. Well, once we moved into the flat, we didn’t have any internet, so we were using the stick and now it has reached its data limit for the month. We have been trying to get internet service at our flat, but this has been a long, involved procedure. Mary Pat was trying to get internet without a landline, but she kept hitting problems with this. (In general, things are more expensive in New Zealand and we keep having to adjust to this. It would be nice if I could give side by side comparisons at this point, but I have to admit that my mind has been unable to hold all these variables in place. Suffice it to say that our phone plan with a certain upper end internet data use is NZ$100, about US$70, that is the base rate and then there are various, byzantine charges depending on where you are calling. Right now we can call a landline in the US for NZ$2 for 60 minutes, we can then hang up and call again for another $2 for an additional 60 minutes, but if we call a US cell phone, it is something like 35 cents a minute). Eventually, she did arrange a landline and internet through Vodafone. Again, though, we had to choose how much data we wanted on our internet plan. As I am writing these things, I realize that to the reader, this could sound like me complaining about the routine hassles of life. My point is that in another culture, the routine hassles of life takes on new meaning because each routine hassle takes 5-10 times more energy because you have to figure out what everyone else here takes for granted. When I was explaining to Brendan, our friend at Vodafone, that in the US there are no data limits on internet use, he couldn’t understand it and kept asking questions about whether this was just a deluxe plan. The concept of unlimited internet usage did not fit his view of how internet services worked, just as our view of internet services doesn’t fit the way things work in New Zealand.

New Zealand: 2 weeks and counting

Pigeons in the Domain

A break from this. Right now, I am sitting at my favourite café to read or work at. It has a second floor. I look up and see part of Rangitoto Island, which is a common view around Waitemata Harbour in Auckland. I can see a couple of kites against a mostly cloudy sky, some watercolour-like patches of grey, some white fluffy, a couple of patches of bright blue. There are a few evergreens across the street. My favourite is a tall, sparse pine, I am assuming it is a pine, but I am not sure. It is a conifer, but it has long, thick, finger-like “needles” that seem to like to reach upward. There are a few pigeons flying around. I have seen a number of more exotic birds, although they seem to be fairly common here. One variety is a Pukeko, I might not be spelling that correctly. It is a bird about the size of a duck, with longer legs, that walks like a chicken, and has a blue head, quite a pretty bird, I have seen it on various New Zealand tourist items. I have seen a couple of herons, white-faced, I think. A couple of Kingfishers, which I quite like. Yesterday we saw a couple of varieties of oyster-catcher-like birds, one type all black with a long, curved orange beak, the other, pretty similar except it has a white breast and underbelly. There are some large crow/magpie looking birds that have an off-key, humorous song. We’ve seen a few of the New Zealand goldfinches which have a red head. I have also seen a few little greenish coloured birds that have prominent eyes, like a vireo, but smaller, maybe a Rifleman? I haven’t done much reading or identifying on the birds. As in the US, pigeons and English Sparrows are the predominant birds. Close behind are a couple of thrush-like birds that seem to be in the Robin-niche. One variety has white splashes on its wings when it flies, the other doesn’t. They look similar enough that maybe they are male and female of the same species?

I am not sure if I have commented on the weather. It is winter here, but that means maybe 45-65 degrees F, (7.5 – 17.5 C). The first week we were here, it didn’t rain at all, and we were kind of surprised and perplexed by that. Since then, it has been grey and rainy for the majority of the time, but even so, there are periods of sun most days. Yesterday it didn’t rain at all. The day before it was sunny and rainy, sometimes at the same time. One rainbow, so far, but this type of sun and rain would lead one to expect that they are common here. The thing that is different here (aside from it being beautiful and green in the winter, and that there is water and hills everywhere) is that people are in relationship with the outdoors in a way that they are not in the US. Even in a light rain people are continuously walking along the beach. All the restaurants and cafes here have French doors or large windows that are open, even during the rain. (I had spoken with an American physician who lives in Northland, a couple of hours North of Auckland, and she said she wasn’t used to being cold indoors and spent her first winter miserable and cold the whole time).

I have bought some outdoor, moisture-wicking undershirts that seem to help. You have to be prepared that you might get wet and when you stop in a store or restaurant that the doors may be open, even if it is 50 degrees F and damp outside. Even when you go home, there is no central heat, no storm windows, and places where you can see the outdoors through gaps in the windows. There doesn’t seem to be a concern about keeping the outdoors out and the indoors in. I am gradually getting used to this. Mary Pat is probably getting tired of me quoting something I heard on the radio in the US that I liked, “there is no such thing as bad weather, just being improperly dressed.” In New Zealand, I have read that if you complain about the weather, people will say, “stop your whining and put on another jumper.” I have learned that a “jumper” is a pull-over sweater. People will comment on how bad the weather has been, but they still leave the shop door open. I have seen a couple of people at work wearing fingerless gloves. The attitude seems to be to adjust to the reality of the environment instead of trying to adjust the environment to suit you. I spoke with an Indian cab driver who has a brother in Michigan. This brother was explaining that in Michigan, you can stand in your shirtsleeves looking out at snow and freezing weather and still be quite warm. It seemed like a strange concept to the cab driver as well as to his brother, a unique experience to see the cold and not to feel it.

Tomorrow is my first day of work. I am excited about it, but it is also sad that this time of transition of not working for the past couple months is coming to an end. In some ways the big adventure seems like it is over. I know that is not true in some ways, but in some ways it is. That is what this past week has been more about, settling in to a place. There will still be plenty of exploring and learning ahead, but it will be from a more stable home base and not from a place of being a wanderer.

Birds of Paradise and Palm in Albert Park

Birds of Paradise and Palm in Albert Park

Photos from whale/dolphin cruise

We saw a pod of Orcas, they were possibly eating sting rays in the shallows, the captain said.

The dolphins would “bow ride,” where they would race along under the boat and leap occasionally. They seemed to lose interest if we were going slow. The captain estimated we were seeing about a 1000 dolphins out feeding and he said this was a good sign for the health of the environment.

Photos from whale/dolphin cruise

Photos from whale/dolphin cruise

Photos from whale/dolphin cruise

Photos from whale/dolphin cruise

Photos from whale/dolphin cruise

NEW ZEALAND!!!

First photo...just landed!

First photo…just landed!

We have arrived in New Zealand after a series of delays while we were waiting for our passports and visas to arrive. We had to mail our passports to Immigration New Zealand in London to get our visa stamps. We had to delay by a week. Then our passports were supposed to be mailed back to us and we had to delay again another 4 days because our passports where apparently in limbo. We could use mail tracking from both the Royal Mail Special Delivery site as well as the United Postal Service. The Royal Mail site said that the package was passed over to the overseas division and the USPS tracking said that the country of origin was still preparing to mail. That was the message for 4-5 days, without any change. Royal Mail said that this meant that US customs had them in NY, but hadn’t released them yet. When we called customs, they used the USPS tracking and said that the “country of origin was preparing to ship. A week and a half doesn’t sound like a lot of time to delay a trip of this magnitude, but it was a daily waiting game and we were worried that our passports could have been lost since both sides of the Atlantic were pointing at the other. Apparently US customs can hold items for up to a week and they don’t have to admit they have the mail in question. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if we knew what was going on, but it was a nerve-wracking wait!

The trip began at 5 PM at O’Hare in Chicago, we had 45 minutes in San Francisco to catch our flight to Auckland. We left San Francisco at 11 PM CST, 12-13 hours later, we arrived in Auckland at 5 AM their time. We were in the night the entire trip from San Francisco. It was quite strange to fly across the entire Pacific Ocean and not even see it! The flight on Air New Zealand was long, but the service was impressive – two nice meals, very good service and food.

We have been in Auckland for a week now, and it has been very eventful! We have rented an apartment, gotten cell phones (“mobiles”), and opened a bank account. I had a tour of my new place of work, Manaaki House and met a slew of people there. Our days have been filled with various necessities (obtaining IRD #s, kind of like a social security number, it seems), exploring, wandering around, having great meals, doing pre-employment issues taken care of (they test for immunity for childhood diseases by checking blood titers, they don’t take for granted immunization records.

I find it hard to capture in words how amazing and transformative each and every day has been here. This morning I went for a very hilly jog from our hotel into the Auckland Domain, a large park in town. Yesterday I saw a wild parrot. We went on a whale and dolphin cruise the day after we got here that was truly amazing!!! We saw orcas and about 1000 dolphins. I will start a “New Zealand” section of this blog and I’ll post some photos from that day. Even though it is winter (40-60 degrees F), it has been sunny every day, clear, low humidity, pleasant (assuming the right clothing). While we have heard many New Zealanders comment on the “cold” weather, shop doors are open, side walk cafes are everywhere and people are using them. In fact, I am sitting outside right now. It is chilly, my hands are cold, but I am wearing several layers of clothes. Many places don’t have central heat or air, but some cafes have outdoor heaters.

Our apartment is beautiful and overlooks the harbour and an island. It has floor to ceiling windows in the living room, but doesn’t have any central heat, so we’ll be buying some space heaters. Our belongings are not slated to arrive until September, so we’ll be living a zen-like, spartan life for a while. The sun has come out from behind a building here at the corner of Quay and Queens street in downtown Auckland. The docks are right here. I just saw a “Maersk” container go by, same name we see in the States. There are stacks of containers by the dock.

People don’t seem as rushed here. We have noticed a big difference in shop clerks here, compared to the States, people actually talk with you and don’t seem to rush or push a purchase. All in all it has been a pleasant and positive experience for week 1!

The end is near (and so is the new beginning)

Well, it has been a very busy few weeks. The moving company packed up all of our belongings and today is our house closing. We are living in an extended stay hotel and then we will be wanderers for awhile.

There has still been a lot of work trying to do last minute sorting out of paperwork with the Medical Council of New Zealand, which our immigration visa is dependent upon, and which being able to ship our belongings depends upon. So we are in a bit of a high stress limbo at the moment, but it feels like things are just about sorted out now and hopefully everything will fall into place in time for our departure date for New Zealand!

I have been thinking about adding another section tab on the blog called Being Fully Human. This will be further reflections on topics from the class of this last semester. I do hope to be able to work the text and these reflections into a book at some point.

Aside from stressing about immigration issues, I have also started to have a little bit of space to start contemplating what it will be like living and working in New Zealand. There is not a lot I can actively do on that until we arrive there, but I can feel that work starting to gear up. Aside from learning a new health care delivery system, having fun, and exploring a new country, I am hoping to channel some of the energy that went into the daily running of my private practice into writing. I have been working on the draft for the Creating A Holistic Medical Practice book, whenever I get a chance. I feel like I have some new insight and clarity on the structure of the text and what I have written with the closing of my private practice and with the process of leaving the US.

Time to get going on a few things!

Dave