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[Jun. 18th, 2007|10:57 am] |
Bitch, please:
Autism Debate Strains a Family and Its Charity
Many autistic adults despise this group because it doesn't actually, you know, have any members with autism even though it is called Autism Speaks. Of course, you wouldn't know that from reading the article, which defines the "world of autism" as non-autistic people (read: parents) with different ideas about how to "cure" it. Note the use of the phrase "dreaded neurological disorder" and the constant references to autistic "children," who apparently never grow up and develop opinions of their own :p |
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[Aug. 21st, 2006|01:41 pm] |
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I'm back for one day and what shows up? SNAKES ON A PLANE!! Mice. We caught three of the beady-eyed little monsters in a trap involving peanut butter, tupperware, and a long string attached to a stick. Now they're incarcerated in my blue trash can until we can figure out what to do with them. |
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[Jul. 31st, 2006|12:51 am] |
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So go to sleep and make the change
I'll meet you here tomorrow
Independence day
Independence day
Independence day
Independence day |
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[Jul. 17th, 2006|03:55 pm] |
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When I walked across the quad to check my mail, there were French students sprawled in various positions in the shade- looking bored, quietly making their "honh honh" sounds, trying to stave off heat stroke. They were here last year, too- I'd pass them on Emmanuel's airport runway of a sidewalk as it was getting dark. Where are they from? Who is showing them around the city? I'd like to know.
ETA: They're students from France, here to learn English (yeah, right). And currently they're being led in some kind of forced merriment in the courtyard. How badly do I want to teach a French student to swear? So, so badly.
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[Jul. 10th, 2006|09:58 pm] |
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| | so that finally I am ten percent free | ] |
Katell Keineg is eightdifferentkindsofnonsexualallrightabitsexualawesomeness. As it were. |
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[Jul. 7th, 2006|04:56 pm] |
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So, I'm excited about my new job at the crazy mansion with the archivist who is brilliant and approximately ninety years old and knew the emigre psychoanalysts in Boston way back when. Also Murray who is bound and determined to have me write historical essays, dear God, and the one young guy, Steve, who appeared suddenly today and looks like a much taller version of Ben Bixby. I'm not perfectly sure what they want me to do yet and am I qualified for all this. So excited I almost forgot yesterday, when I searched for old classmates on Myspace (which by the way is SUCH a bad idea) and wanted to sink into the ground when I saw how many of them are already making money, going places, NOT that I'm jealous or anything...sour grapes, lack of so-called disabling neurological quirks, & co. On the other hand of course-- Item #1 of reasons for becoming an archivist: to govern my own tiny country of books, papers and photographs with grace and dignity and fairness. |
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[Feb. 13th, 2006|01:34 pm] |
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Mostly friends only. Comment to be added.
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