Fun with Butane
Grab your questionable, empty, hand-me-down torch and the bottle of butane you bought on sale. Go outside. Insert nozzle. Wrap the point of contact in a hand towel. Shove bottle and torch together. Try not to swear as you inhale it despite the towel. You are already showing your insufferably green neighbors you own and use a sinful, carbon-dioxide-releasing tool. Make it no worse for...
On the Listserve
I sent this out on my neighborhood listserve. Time to watch the sparks fly: Dear Neighbors, Autism Speaks is coming to town. They have a fundraiser walk planned in Atlanta on Sunday, May 22nd.1 As a person on the spectrum, I have a problem with that. They want a cure for all of us.2 I think self-determination, where possible, is a better policy. Autism Speaks lost BBB accreditation because of...
Essay from Hell
I gauged it as ordinary, average, routine. That was a mistake. My history paper has been trying to eat my face for five hours, shifting into a new form every time I get close to nailing it down. This thing is vicious. Nothing else productive is going to happen tonight. I had might as well catch two hours of sleep and finish it off tomorrow. I hope it works out. I seem to have met my match.
Day of Silence
I usually observe Day of Silence. This year, it is impossible. On Tuesdays, I work and run errands. I go where I need to communicate. Loved ones of mine grew up LGBTQ etc. where that was a big problem, some in rural areas that still had an active Klan. Others hid an aspect of who they are knowing familial relationships might not survive the end of gender expectations. It could not have...
Tonight, I played for a distasteful man. We first met last semester. He was supposed to accompany me at a jury recital. When my autism came up, he did everything he could to keep me from performing. The music department defended him. When he walked in, it became about him. My parts were writen by a horn player. She either has no idea how hard it is to hang above the staff at fff while...
Turtles: Day Five (sort of late) - 5 Places you'd... →
savoytruffleturtle: The Appalachian Trail - Sort of a big (er, long) place, but it’s something I’d like to do. Prague, Czech Republic - I’d like to see what an entire city of fellow Czechs is like; see what it could have been like if my ancestors decided to stay in the homeland. Florence, Italy - A lot Go to Prague first. Prague is awsome.
Before the Week is Out:
Daughters of Gaia Vampires Class Have the test gone over for extra credit Busking Reworking that essay Quality time with Mom Black Sheep Ensemble rehearsal grocery shopping MACB rehearsal WP yard sale if that somehow works out ASCCO Rehearsal Busking, steampunk, and my first foray into the Goat Farm Homework Church MACB concert ASCCO concert
Tomorrow, I have to hand the outline of a project proposal paper. Three years from now, I will write what I propose for a semester in a senior seminar. The project will eat my life and be the focal point of my major. My topic appeared fifteen minutes ago. I guess this is when other people get nervous.
My hair may qualify for FEMA assistence. The air conditioner in my room is broken, so I needed a shower in the morning. The water hit it, and it exploded. Fortunately, that was outdone by the combustion of the slide projector. My business casual clothes, never the strongest part of my wardrobe, is worse for wear. Yes, that theatrical -er- bicycle in the parking lot is my ride. I will...
Airbus on a Rope
The Arc’s plane pull was great, but it left something to be desired. Any event on the Hartsfield-Jackson tarmack has to be closed for security reasons. I wish it could have been in a Target parking lot or at Atlantic Station. If only a sixty-four tonne Airbus could be allowed to land in Piedmont Park. It would be a chance to talk about the need for full inclusion cum street party. ...
The Brakes are Fixed! Mwahaha!
CafePress has partnered with nonprofit organization Autism Speaks and some of...– -sent on an email list. FYI. ND folks, you might want to freeze or turn off your store for April, since I don’t think you get a choice. (via nicocoer) Oh how gross. This org is like a virus. Ew. -Eric (via fyeahautismspectrum) This is pretty awful. (via aspergersissues)
My List Just Grew
You either lost your credibility by admitting to personal experience or sounded like an idealistic kid and never had any to begin with. Either way, you lost the interest of someone who might have helped you. Trying to get involved in this field can be discouraging.
You mutter something about caring about the cause. The meeting ends soon after. You are never called back. Dr.— wrote you off as a nice, idealistic kid who will soon discover the difficulty of the work and move on to easier and more lucrative dreams. Go to III.
You go for full disclosure. Suddenly, Dr.— is speaking slowly. “HOW—-NICE-OF—-YOU-TO—-HELP—-OTHERS! IT—-MUST—-BE-HARD—-TO-DO-THIS!” His/her smile is painfully wide. “YOU—-KNOW—-YOU—DID-A—-REALLY—-GOOD—-JOB—TO-GET—-THIS—-FAR! ACCOMPLISHMENT—-IT’S-A—-REAL—-ACCOMPLISHMENT!”...
The Special Education Catch-22
Choose your own Adventure: -er- Special Edition You are a college student who experienced some degree of special education. Now you want to stop the meat grinder. You decide to teach, become a lawyer, or go into policy. You have arranged a meeting with someone who could be a valuable contact. You put on your best clothes and walk to the best coffee shop in town. You remind yourself to order...
I wanted to play a festival at the old cemetery, so I sent the staff an email. Playing tuba is my job. I like to be professional. I wrote a business letter that began with “To Whom it may Concern” and ended with my full name. Does anyone else still do that? The reply was addressed to R. Larkin Taylor-Parker. He asked if he could call me “Larkin” when he called. ...
JBoard Verdict? NOT GUILTY!
titaniumspork: Now what should I get pierced/tattooed in celebration? :)
Sonnet to April
The world that stirred in March puts on her gown. The grass is flowing, surging in her train. The sky is washed of winter’s smokey stain. Soon, every hill will don its flashing crown Of honey sparks that flicker as they drown, Like grace notes fading from a soft refrain, Sinking as purple velvet evenings wane, And, where the road is hung with green and brown, Where passages wind dim...
Damnit, blue is one of my favourite colours too! →
I got up this morning and tried to make my rehearsal. I feel unprofessional for flaking out at the last minute, but a tuba player whose lungs are shot is useless. I got as far as loading my tuba and realized that, once I stepped outside and exposed myself to pollen again, it was hard to breathe. I called the guy in charge and said he could expect me next time. The reason for the fever,...
When I saw Kiss Me Kate,
turtleskonvicka: One of my friends pointed out that she loved the 1920’s theme of it. If it didn’t have General Howard, and the fact that they mentioned that it was post WWII, I probably would have agreed. Oh god I’m turning into an asshole. I know how you feel. I went out to lunch yesterday and overheard someone at the next table say the Great Depression was in the 1940’s and WWII...