Jan 132007
 

The sixth Disability Blog Carnival is now up at Wheelchair Princess. The topic is “disability and relationships”. All kinds of relationships–familial, friendship, romantic. I really should host one of these carnivals sometime. It’s a great forum for introducing readers to bloggers who might otherwise go unnoticed.

This is a long weekend for me and I’m trying to figure out how to fill it. Here are a few ideas I’ve had:

  • Do my taxes
  • Clean out my Inbox
  • Fix the ID3 tags on my questionably legal MP3 collection
  • Watch all six Star Wars movies (and wonder what happened to that exceedingly annoying kid from the first prequel)
  • Develop an on-line porn addiction
  • Spend an alarming amount of money on eBay buying useless trinkets
  • Start one of the many unread books lying around my place

I’m open to suggestions.

Jan 122007
 

Huh. The thermometer on my desktop currently registers four degrees. That has to be a mistake. We don’t get winter in these parts anymore. All we get anymore is Autumn, Parts I and II.

Jan 102007
 

In a couple hours, President Bush will likely announce to the nation that he will be sending an additional 21,000 troops to Iraq. I’m planning on watching the speech, but I’m probably in a tiny minority. While most Americans may oppose the President’s conduct of the war, I don’t think most Americans feel strongly connected to the war effort or the soldiers stationed over there. This administration has not sought much sacrifice from the American public and, for most of us, the war dwells on the periphery of our day. That’s why–even though the number of troops proposed is not nearly enough to bring any real stability, even though these troops may be committed to the region indefinitely, even though a genuine political solution to the sectarian violence seems more distant than ever–I’m skeptical that many people will be discussing this escalation around the water coolers tomorrow.

I’m hoping Congress will ask lots of questions about this proposal and force the president to clearly define the mission and milestones for success (or failure). And if the administration isn’t forthcoming, Congress should exercise the mandate it was given in November and put a freeze on additional troop increases and propose a roadmap for disengagement. But I’m also hoping that the voters who put the new Congress in power don’t fall back into their slumber.

Jan 092007
 

If Stephen Hawking gets to go into space, can we all agree that I should be the next cripple to break the surly bonds of the Earth? We need to start a letter-writing campaign to convince Richard Branson that I’m a worthy candidate for a trip to the stars. Better yet, maybe he could put me and Hawking on the same flight. It would make great reality television. Once we’re in zero-g, Hawking and I will engage in hand-to-hand combat to the death. Imagine the kind of advertising dollars an event like that would attract. Think Survivor with lots more blood and drool.

Jan 082007
 

I finally had the opportunity to see Children of Men yesterday, a film I’ve been anticipating for quite some time. It was brilliant. The movie depicts a dystopian future in which humanity has, for reasons unknown, lost the ability to bear offspring and much of the world has collapsed into violence, save for the UK, which is a a grim and xenophobic police state. Clive Owen portrays an everyman who is not particularly brave or heroic, but still tries to do the right thing despite his deeply cynical view of the world. The film works because it doesn’t wave its arms at the audience and scream, “Look! Look! It’s the future!” The world is familiar but disquietingly foreign at the same time. Director Alfonso Cuaron makes seamless shifts between the intimate and the sweeping. The last third of the movie was particularly astonishing in its scope. The cast is uniformly strong, but Owen and Michael Caine in particular give compelling and nuanced performances. Even the soundtrack is great.

Can you tell I like this movie? I wish more intelligent, adult science fiction like this was being produced. However, I’m guessing that it will be lucky to break even at the box office. But if I have to settle for scraps, at least this one was worth the wait.

Jan 072007
 

Ashley is a nine-year-old girl with severe cognitive and physical disabilities. She has extensive brain trauma that prevents her from sitting up, speaking, or otherwise having any significant interaction with her environment. She is also the subject of intense debate in the bioethics and disability communities because of her parents’ decision to halt Ashley’s physical development through surgical and pharmaceutical interventions. Ashley has undergone a hysterectomy, removal of developing breast buds, and hormonal treatments to freeze her growth. On a blog created by her parents to describe their life with Ashley, they insist that they permitted these treatments with only Ashley’s comfort and happiness in mind. They claim she will have fewer bed sores and that her lighter body size will make it easier for them to take her out of the house.

First of all, I have no doubt that Ashley’s parents are motivated by a sincere desire to do what they think is best for their daughter. And, from a certain point of view, I can understand their reasoning. As someone who is naturally undersized, I won’t deny that my stature offers certain advantages in terms of getting around. But the notion of surgically and chemically altering someone without her consent fills me with deep-seated misgivings. As Wheelchair Dancer points out, it seems that Ashley is being modified to accommodate her environment rather than vice versa. Wouldn’t an adequate staff of caregivers, along with appropriate assistive technology, greatly ameliorate the health and mobility concerns that apparently prompted this decision? Whose convenience and comfort really is at stake here?

I can’t also help but think that forces of gender discrimination are at play here as well. Let”s suppose that my parents had wanted to have me castrated because I was never going to have an intimate relationship with a woman and they wanted to spare me the occasional discomfort of unfulfilled sexual arousal. I’m not so sure they could find a physician willing to go along with this. Yet the decision to remove Ashley’s uterus and breasts is somehow more acceptable because these attributes of female anatomy are considered burdensome.

I sympathize with the parents’ efforts to improve their daughter’s quality of life, but the invasiveness of their methods leaves a bad taste in my mouth. People with disabilities don’t deserve to have their bodies treated as organic clumps of Play-Do that can be shaped and modified as others see fit. Even the most impaired of us should be afforded some basic autonomy over ourselves.

Jan 062007
 

I’ve had my share of teachers and professors who were clueless when it came to dealing with a student with a disability in their class, but at least none of them ever called me a cripple (not to my face, anyway). I’m not surprised that this word still has currency as an insult. What does surprise me is that a teacher–a British teacher!–would get caught flinging this word at a student. Aren’t all British teachers crusty but lovable souls who are in a constant state of mild annoyance caused by their students’ failure to grasp the conjugation of irregular Latin verbs?

Jan 052007
 

The tubes of the internets offer many timesinks for whiling away an hour or ten,  most of which I’ve never tried. I don’t have a WoW or EQ account and I don’t have a MySpace page. But I am kind of curious about Second Life, the online digital world that is attracting more and more media buzz. I mean, if geek idol Warren Ellis is writing a column about it, it must be cool, right? Maybe I’ll create an avatar and see what all the fuss is about. I might be able to use it as a forum for recruiting initiates into my self-styled religion (and get-rich-quick scheme): The Temple of He Who Dwells on the 19th Floor, Reformed.

Jan 042007
 

I finally broke down last week and order the LCD monitor I’ve been coveting the last few months: the Samsung 204BW 20″ widescreen. I’m not easily impressed, but this thing is gorgeous. The images are bright and crisp; I had forgotten that the color white isn’t supposed to look jaundiced. I watched a bit of a Lost episode I had downloaded and I’m not ashamed to admit that I began to silently weep. And who knew I had this much desk space? Best of all, I can’t find a single dead pixel (always a risk when buying a LCD).

I’m a bit mystified as to what to do with my old 19″ CRT. It’s not worth anything, but perhaps a school or a non-profit can make use of it. After all, it most likely has another 5-10 years of life remaining.