I am 50 years old, and well over four feet.
I started blogging in February, 2006. I chose the pen name “Ur-Spo”, as “Ur” suggests something ancient and primordial.”Spo” is a funny sounding word I remember from college days. Saying it always made me smile.”Ur-Spo” sounds like the start of a joke, or something archetypal and comic. Rather lofty, for someone who wants to just write out dribble.
My real name is Michael.
I have a long time companion. In my blog, I refer to him as Someone. This is in honor of own of my favorite authors, the late Alice Thomas Ellis.
I write about my daily doings and thoughts, and what is on my mind. My blog is my way of scratching an itch to be a writer.
As a psychiatrist who is trained in the Jungian school of psychology, I sometimes write about Jungian concepts -or my daily life as a physician.
Some ongoing categories you will see here:
Randoms Thoughts
Notes from the Office
Curious Things about the House
Spo-Reflections on (insert topic here)
In my second half of my life I am opening up to new ideas and growth of the Self – but I would like a cup of tea, please.
I meet many bright and friendly souls along the way. I thank you for dropping by. It is an honor for me. Please leave a comment if you like something – and to tell me who you are!
I hope our time together is something marvelous.
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January 2, 2012 at 4:16 PM
marylouise
ur precious. i’m interested in all things jung and i stumbled upon your blog.
HNY! marylouise
February 29, 2012 at 7:37 PM
Nick
Young gay art school student. Having a cosmic connections kind of day.Stumbled upon your blog while searching “gay fetish wear made out of licorce” on Google images to see if anybody has done it yet so I can do it for a school project. The picture came up of you and your fetish gingerbread men.You are beautiful in the face I must say and you seen interesting too. I hope to meet a man as perfect as my imagination is making you to be. Gonna bookmark your blog and check it now and then. Thanx for sharen thoughts. Peace out man.
February 29, 2012 at 8:07 PM
Urspo
Thank you for your compliments; I have been writing this blog for six years; I hope you find the posting (past and present) entertaining. Michael
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March 13, 2012 at 2:28 PM
John
Dear Spo,
Over many, many months I’ve enjoyed your blog (I started to write the word “column” because it’s as entertaining as any that I read in the major newspapers.)
I had a dream two nights ago — and, no, I’m not going to impose upon you for your interpretation, but I thought that you might find it interesting. I’ve never had a dream like this before.
First, I need to tell you that I’m 60 years old, and that my mom passed away three months ago. She was the light of my life, and I’m taking her death as hard as anybody who’s lost someone they love very much.
In the dream I’ve just turned away some “bad men” who came to my front door saying I owed them money. And just to get them gone, I put in one man’s hand about four or five quarters that I just picked up from the carpet in my living room. Surprisingly, the bad men are delighted to get that little bit of loose change, and away they go.
Then I close the door and turn around to see that my father is standing in my living room, and I’m aware that he’s come here from the afterlife. Dad died 30 years ago. And now here he is: well dressed, he looks neither happy nor unhappy; he looks younger than when he died at 73.
Our relationship when he was living was kind of awkward. I know he loved me, and I loved him, but I can’t remember him ever putting his arm around me.
In the dream my father doesn’t say a word, but slowly walks around the room, taking it in. He stops when he sees my cat at his feet. He looks a little puzzled. “This is Casper,” I say. And because I sense that he came here for a reason, I ask, “Daddy, is there something you want to tell me?” But he doesn’t answer.
Then he leaves through the front door and approaches my sister Anita, who is gardening outside. He stands a few feet in front of her, but Anita looks right through him. I take hold of my father’s right arm, and I’m feeling very excited, and I say, “Anita, Daddy’s here!” And that’s how the dream ends.
Recently when she interviewed Whitney Houston’s daughter, Oprah used the word “visitation” in this same context as my experience. I’ve heard about visitations before, but never experienced one until now.
Thanks so much for reading my note.
I wish you well in all your endeavors.
John
March 14, 2012 at 9:26 PM
Urspo
I want to reply to this with a proper response – I will do so this weekend Michael
November 2, 2012 at 3:28 PM
Ron
You dreamboat you.
December 8, 2012 at 5:59 PM
Anonymous Coward
I’ve enjoyed reading your blog. You’re a very interesting person. “Someone” is very blessed to have you.
April 10, 2013 at 6:09 AM
Laurent
I do not know if there are psychiatrists who are trained in another school other than Jung. There probably are its just that I never met one.
April 10, 2013 at 6:18 AM
Urspo
Must are not trained in Jung. All psychiatrists are aware of him and know one of two ‘take home messages” but othewise see him as a branch of psychology that died out other than for those into New-Age and dungeons and dragons. The majority of shrinks – if they are dynamically trained at all – are in schools of a) Freud b) Object relations c) Self-psychology. Which are the ‘big ones’. Nowadays most psychiatrists are not trained in any psychology, other than a footnote history class. If people do therapy it is primarily cognitive behavioral therapy and not at all dynamic oriented – and not done by psychiatrists. I am an anachronism, ‘last of the Mohicans” as it were, having been trained to be a true shrink. 21st century will not see the likes of me anymore.
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May 1, 2013 at 6:43 PM
Laurent
Thank you for the clarification I had no idea. BTW love your new icon photo of clear and obscure shadows very dramatic.