The 9th Circuit Court of Appeals ruled yesterday that UPS violated the ADA when it prohibited deaf workers from driving UPS delivery trucks. The court found that UPS couldn’t offer a compelling reason for issuing a blanket prohibition against deaf drivers, especially since other delivery services use deaf drivers and no state disallows a deaf person from obtaining a regular driver’s license. UPS may appeal, but this decision is a clear victory for the deaf community and for the ADA. Too often, employers cite “safety concerns” as a reason for not hiring people with disabilities. But in most instances, those “safety concerns” have their roots in long-standing misconceptions about living with a disability.
By now, you’re probably tired of seeing yet another entry devoted to brain-machine interfaces and all the fun things you can do with them. But this is my blog and I can post whatever I bloody well please, so here’s a story about a kid who was able to play Space Invaders with his brain. The article doesn’t mention whether this technology is compatible with Asteroids or Centipede.
I actually have a fond association with Space Invaders. Way back in 1981, I had just had spinal fusion surgery and was experiencing some painful post-op sciatica; painful enough to make it difficult to sit up in my wheelchair. In an effort to distract me from the pain, I was brought to rec room that had one of those newfangled Atari systems. My dad and I started playing Space Invaders and before I knew it, I had been sitting up in my chair for two or three hours straight.
I find it a little disquieting to realize I haven’t changed much since then.
was waving its arms in the air and practicing duck-and-cover maneuvers in the
wake of news that North Korea has conducted a successful nuclear test. While it’s not
likely that mushroom clouds will be blossoming over Asian cities anytime soon,
this development amounts to another failure of Bush’s Yippee-Ki-Yay approach to
foreign policy. Our refusal to directly negotiate with NK leaves us in a
weakened position. Military intervention is unlikely, given that most of our
forces are committed in Iraq. And sanctions are unlikely to do anything to an
economy that is already lying dead on the table. We can only hope that Kim
Jong-Il is a rational actor and that NK’s neighbors don’t overreact and start a
regional arms race.
recognize that as long as nuclear arms are seen as the coin of status and power
in the international community, the club of nuclear states will only continue to
grow.
The disability-themed Ouch! podcast has reached the end of its pilot phase and there’s an on-line petition to urge the BBC to continue production of the podcast. It’s easily one of the best-produced (not to mention funniest) disability-related podcasts, so give hosts Mat and Liz some love and sign the petition. We have precious few voices on the major content sites on the web and we need to let the Beeb know that there is a sizable audience out there for news and entertainment by people with disabilities for people with disabilities. It would be a shame to see this experiment die on the vine.
Martin Scorsese’s Goodfellas is one of my favorite crime movies and nothing else he has done in the last decade or so has quite measured up to the raw energy and swagger of that film. The Departed is a return to form for Scorsese and it’s thrilling to watch. A remake of the Hong Kong movie Infernal Affairs (which is brilliant in its own right), The Departed is a celluloid rush of testosterone. It has all the expected elements; cops, crooks, gritty urban settings, and scenes of sudden and shocking violence. All of the main players bring a sense of authenticity to their roles (even if Leonardo DiCapprio still looks like he just took up shaving last week). The only weak link, as you might expect, is the lead female role. I never completely bought her character and some of the decisions she made. It’s as if she’s there only to serve as a metaphorical tug-of-war rope between the two male leads. Nevertheless, I’ll likely add this film to my DVD library.
And have you seen the trailer for the film adaptation of Frank Miller’s 300? I almost squealed like a little kid when they played it in the theater. It looks crazy good.
I’m feeling contemplative on this Friday evening, so cue up Monty Python’s “Galaxy Song” as I share with you a story about scientific estimates that there are likely billions of planets in our galaxy alone. I wonder if the undiscovered denizens of these undiscovered worlds stop to think about the vastness of the universe. I wonder if, after a moment, they shrug their shoulders (or tentacles or pseudopods or similarly analogous appendages) and switch on the television. What if other intelligent species have similarly short attention spans and share our affections for fattening foods and movies with lots of explosions? Should we find that depressing or reassuring?
I’m going to yet another Neil Gaiman reading. It’s rather convenient to have a well-known author (at least well-known to obsessive geeks) living in your area. I won’t pester him for a photo this time, but maybe I can convince him that “Mark Siegel” would make a great name for the protagonist of his next book.
A long, long day, with meetings and presentations and obligatory social events, is coming to an end. Attended a dinner where Steadman…what’s-his-name…Oprah’s boyfriend…was the keynote speaker. Seemed like a nice guy, but corporate motivational-speak doesn’t do much for me. He went on about “overcoming your disability,” which just rings false for me. Again, do women “overcome” their gender? Do people of color “overcome” their ethnicity? Why is the burden on people with disabilities to “overcome” personal and institutional biases that we had no role in shaping or perpetuating?
This is what happens when I’m overtired; I get crabby. Good night.
It should be no surprise that, in these last few weeks leading up to the election, Republicans are spinning the Foley imbroglio into an indictment against the gay community. The only way the GOP can minimize its losses on November 7 is to motivate its conservative base. And nothing motivates the base like a little gay bashing. Never mind that sexual orientation and sexual predation are two entirely different things. Never mind that plenty of heterosexual men prey upon young girls. The real crux of the Foley story is the failure of the Republican leadership to confront a pedophile in their midst when the first warning signs were brought to their attention, but the conservative echo chamber would rather plug their ears with their fingers and scream “faggot!” in the hopes that will somehow deflect attention from their inaction.
This incident should be an instructive lesson for Democrats. We were crushed in 1994 because our elected leaders had allowed themselves to be consumed with hubris and an unchecked desire for power. When political fortunes do swing again in our favor, we progressives have to remain vigilant and not let our leaders make the same mistake twice.
I was crestfallen after reading that Aaron McGruder, creator of The Boondocks, would not be returning from his sabbatical to draw any more strips. Others than Doonesbury, Boondocks is the only newspaper strip I enjoy on a regular basis. As someone else noted, all the imaginative, clever strips (Far Side, Calvin & Hobbes) seem to flame out before their while fucking Garfield is still phoning it in every day. At least Boondocks will continue in animated form on the Cartoon Network
