31 Oct 2006, 9:20pm
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L8r

Doncha hate it when you feel fine…except if you stand up, turn, move, or move your eyes.

Yep, that’s a pain.

Scare yourself up a good Sanhain or Hallowe’en or day which happens to be the 31st.

Peverse Punning: Caulk up

30 Oct 2006, 9:40pm
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Picturing it

Quote: To accomplish great things we must first dream, then visualize, then plan… believe… act!” — Alfred Montapert

Or maybe the reverse? Action leads to bigger dreams and plans. It’s a feedback loop, as everything I suppose. Jump in anywhere.

wild grapes clinging to brick wall

oak leaves standing upright in grass

Photo Link: Photojojo tips for photography, such as how to burn off fog digitally.

Science Link: FaceBlind life strategies such as distinguishing people by their duel accents.

What is a “dual accent” you might ask? It shows up in the speech of someone who was born in one place and then moved to another. There are lots of people, for example, with Polish accents in Chicago, but far less with, say, Polish and Southern. By seeking out people with dual accents, this face blind man can engage in that important step of culling down the group of humanity even considered, and he can go on to pinpoint quite precisely who someone is.

Halloween Link: On the off-chance that something unfortunate happened to your costume plan…or to spice up any day of the year if you dare.. Unique Make at Home Last Minute Halloween costumes, such as being a jumbo bag of marshmallows, or the floor of movie theatre.

Quote: “Play around with the problem statement. If Isaac Newton had asked the narrow question, “why do apples fall?”, he probably would have discovered only that the stems break.” — Peter Albert in Owner’s Guide to Difficulties

Link: A count your blessings worksheet

Glad Game: There was sun.

One leaf if still holding on.

Warm laundry.

We hadn’t actually lost the umbrella as it turned out. It just wasn’t where we expected it to be at home.

Burns heal amazingly fast..what a miracle of repair. (Sudden burn is rather spectacularly electric isn’t it? Especially if it through cloth which had sugar sauce still wet on it at the time. Yowie.)

Email and internet turned off for 12 hours is like a long mini-vacation. (You know when you go away and all this stuff happens and you come back expecting a deluge and go, what? drizzle. pah. Shouldn’t mountains have washed away and new Saharas formed in this time?)

Tiny work progress is progress.

Sometime this week the opening of the Carleton U architecture lecture forum series starts. (Wednesday at the National Art Gallery unless I’m mistaken.)

Confirmed: The U site is way out of date but email says it’s Janet Rosenberg 6 p.m. Nov. 1)

Tomorrow, so far all predictions foretell, is another day, more beauty to unfold.

29 Oct 2006, 4:12pm
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A Pinch of Support

On waking this morning, our little tree had over a dozen leaves. By midday, that had (blown and) shaken down to eight. On a normal day, it wouldn’t need to lose its leaves yet but that is no normal wind. This calls for reinforcement.

Luckily David Scrimshaw binder clip uses series* was freshly planted in my mind.


Maybe the survivors will have the edge to weather the night and stay on once unclipped.

(*Sure, his uses were practical, but absurdity is its own practice.)

29 Oct 2006, 12:18pm
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As Seasons Change

The wind was forecast to be gusting between 40 km/hr and 90 km/hr. (25 to 55 mph) It’s around the freezing point.


No better time to go for a walk as the cattails bend (and branches and boughs tumbleweed or float downriver).


Doesn’t that look warm?


It looks like a bumper crop this year of berries for chickadees. (A dogwood variety?)

What the camera doesn’t pick up is the snow pellets, not falling so much as being driven horizontally.

Glad Game: After 2 hours out and a mere half hour back woo, I can feel my legs again. And my fingers have unstiffened enough to type.

Good walk. Gorgeous scenes, white caps on water, the happiest dogs on earth going for runs as sheets of leaves twist across parks, an echo of the same motion in the patterns of squirrels. Shared pocket for warmth. Watching the seagulls play the draughts. Getting to be out here after listening to the wind play all night.

Good thing, that partially thawing in Mello’s with its 2 radios playing stereo, i.e. different stations at each end of the diner.


I love the swap box idea. You never know what might be inside, and as someone who often has pockets or a bad with things in them, works well. Who knows, one might be able to allow someone to upgrade to a house. 😉


This one’s outside the Petit Morte Gallery. Another guy came to check it out while I was there. He said matches are fine but what someone really needs to leave is a spliff. It’d be wet I said. Yeah he said, someone took the lid. They must have needed it.

Neurodiversity

Lost in thought, a touch on the shoulder can bring a person to present.

One sense pulls the others from many foci to focus: listen to music, do aromatherapy, shop (the touching of different textures and temperatures), go for a walk with waterside wind, get a massage, eat.

Sometimes if you want to focus, you have to sit still. Sometimes if you want to focus, you have to move. Thinking of Sufis reading this:

Poem Excerpt: From Tito Mukhopadhyay’s Poem 4,

Spinning my body
Brings some sort of harmony to my thoughts
So that I can centrifuge away all the black thoughts
I realise that the faster I spin
The faster I drive away the black
When I am sure that even the last speck of black
Has gone away from me
Then I spin back in the opposite direction
And pull the blue thoughts into myself
It depends on how much blue I want
If I want more blue I have to spin faster
Otherwise not so fast
It’s just like being a fan
The trouble is when I stop spinning
My body scatters
And it’s so difficult to collect it together again

In Scientic American the poet describes himself as having a thinking and feeling self independent of the fragmented senses of physical self. Tito Mukhopadhyay has his Mind Tree Poems published in National Geographic and had written an autobiography a few years back. Not bad for 17 years old?

Mukhopadhyay was diagnosed as a younger child as “severely autistic” and his mom was told he wouldn’t learn. She didn’t believe it. He didn’t speak for years but now he communicates, predominantly through writing. As Amanda Baggs‘ T-shirt reads Not Being Able to Speak is Not the Same as Not Having Anything to Say.

Autism is an umbrella term that covers a lot of ground. It is an independent variable as much as say hair color and intelligence.

Mukhopadhyay’s early experience had been that was unaware of boundaries of what is part of him, or not. Reading explicit models of how things relate has created unity and connections. Flapping (or any kind stimming i.e. unconscious repeating motion) disperses the nervousness so he can concentrate again. According to him, touching can help an autistic child to feel the body part and so control it.

I like things around processing differences; color-blind tests, things on synesthesia or learning disability (i.e. one section of perception, skills, senses being routed much less easily thru the brain).

I seem to read a lot around cognition variety in non-fiction and fiction. In September ’05, I mentioned reading Songs of the Gorilla Nation about a woman’s journey thru autism, learning to interpret expression through work with gorillas. Most people have also probably already read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time: A Novel and Steve Martin’s The Pleasure of My Company: A Novel about obsessive compulsive disorder.

Quote: “There are books so alive that you’re always afraid that while you weren’t reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?” Marina Tsvetaeva

Michael John Carley of GRASP (who himself is in the austism spectrum of Asperger’s) wrote,

Some families use “life-saving cure,” language to get the government to offer more money for specific services. […]

Do autistics need help? Yes, they do, but not this way. Not at the expense of their personhood and dignity. Not with pity parties dressed in diamonds. They need real help, real acceptance. They need us to learn and roll up our sleeves.

Amanda Baggs wants the pathological eugenics-spun label for autism taken off, as it has been for homosexuality.

If I said I had no wish to be cured of being female, nobody would question that I’m more than just a female body, and when I say that I have no wish to be cured of being a lesbian, most people don’t think that I mean my preferences in a partner are all there is to me.

In NPR Carley relates that there is a growing political movement of people with this umbrella label of autism don’t want a cure but understanding and access in the way that there is public braille and wheelchair ramps.

It’s rather a worldview leap. It’s like a missionary coming to validate another religion for some to understand that difference isn’t the same as the other person missing something essential that you have. It’s just differences.

Science Links: Did you see the WiredNews article on Prosopagnosia as in the man who mistook his wife for a hat? and FaceBlind life of Choisser and Scott Adams got his voice back after 18 months where the connection between speech (but not song) and brain stopped and restarted.

Light Link: bank of art money is setting up a system for using art as barter [via Mudhooks]

Blog Story Link: Jane Goodall in Beijing humorously flusters her translator.

Glad Game: It may be a grey day but it seems cheery just the same… No where we have to be. Don’t even have to cook due to the modern miracle of reheat…can see the pattern of rain on the windows and underside of glass table outside…writing a letter to my Great Aunt…

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