This seemed to be the year of the Duplicate Gift. My sister gave me the Return of the King DVD, which I had already bought for myself. And both my brother and one of my nurses bought me the same book. I’m not sure I’m brave enough to fight the post-Christmas crowds tomorrow. That might wait until Monday.
My family and I went to see The Aviator tonight. Most of what I knew about Howard Hughes came mostly through reading James Ellroy novels, which tended to emphasize his more bizarre attributes. I wasn’t as familiar with his role in developing commercial aviation. Leonardo DiCapprio does a fine job, but his youthful features make it difficult for him to age believably in a movie that is supposed to span twenty years.
I’m all about spreading the holiday cheer. So as some of you are sitting down to feast on your Christmas goose, keep in mind that an asteroid designated 2004 MN4 may collide with the Earth in 2029. Bruce Willis, your country needs you.
My brother is staying with me for the next week. In the hopes of getting in some quality fragging time while he’s here, I downloaded Half-Life 2. I’m curious to see how it will run on my mid-range system.
As someone who is the product of an interfaith marriage, I appreciate the OC’s contribution the holiday lexicon: Chrismukkah. Even though I’m a Bright and don’t have much attachment to any of the winter holidays, I do have a string of lights hung up in my living room. For me, it’s more about marking the passage of time. This year is coming to a close and a new one will soon begin. I think it’s more than appropriate to take a little time out from the banalities of life, hang out with people close to you, and indulge in your chosen version of merry-making. To paraphrase Scrooge, you keep the season your way and I’ll keep it in mine.
I got a phone call from my sister a little while ago, who breathlessly informed me that she received an acceptance letter from William Mitchell College of Law. A big congratulations to her. I’ll have to begin teaching her the secret handshake. And I should start arranging the requisite midnight initiation rites. Let’s see, where did I put that ceremonial blade? And does anybody know where I can buy a goat for cheap?
I’ve been following the recount of the governor’s race in Washington and tonight it looks like the Democratic candidate will pull out a win after a month of recounts. Of course, the Republicans are not ready to concede defeat. It’s kind of funny to hear GOPers suddenly clamoring for every vote to be counted. I’m happy someone from my team won, but this is also further evidence that our election system still needs a lot of fine-tuning. There is still too much potential for voters to become disenfranchised because of human error. We can probably never make the system perfect (at least not until the machines take over), but there’s still vast room for improvement.
Winter sucks. It was in the single digits all day today and, of course, I had to run from location to location for meetings. I know my feet are still attached, but I can’t really feel them at the moment. I need to bug my travel agent about Vegas again. Or maybe I should go back to Miami and find that cute Latina with whom I had dinner last time.
This has to be one of the strangest disability-related stories I’ve read. A porn actress, married to a man with spina bifida, allegedly tried to help him commit suicide. She was put on trial in the UK for aiding and abetting the suicide attempt. Today, the court found her not guilty. She apparently sent her husband a text message days before the suicide attempt that read “Why don’t you get on with it. It would make a lot of people happier.” I’m betting this probably wasn’t the healthiest of relationships. And apparently this guy appeared in films with his wife. I wonder if he needs a stand-in.
Whenever I have a day where I’m struggling to find a blog topic, something usually turns up in my web searches. Like this article in the NYT discussing a movement to see autism not as a disability (registration required; just deal) but as another type of brain wiring that doesn’t require a cure. Their contention is that society is too eager to force people with autism to conform to accepted norms of behavior. Instead of tolerating the characteristics that make people with autism unique, we want them to act like everyone else. As the article points out, this attitude mirrors those of other groups who object to attempts to define them as sick or defective. Deaf culture is the most obvious example. Analogies could also be drawn to the gay community and the repulsive efforts to “cure” them. Many in the disability community would sympathize with the arguments made by the people quoted in the article. I’ve often said that it’s not my disability that poses the most problems for me; it’s the attitudes and preconceptions others have about my disability. And those attitudes (or, to be more accurate, ignorance) throw up all kinds of barriers, both physical and interpersonal. I’m not saying that the concerns of parents and families should be ignored. If I was the parent of a kid who screamed like a banshee because of the fluorescent lights in the grocery store, I’d be freaking out a little bit too. But I still think we need to balance those concerns with a heightened tolerance, maybe even appreciation for, the singular personalities of people with autism and their unique perspectives of the world
Now that we’re approaching December 31st, everyone feels obligated to share their top-ten lists for the year in almost every area of human consumption: Top Ten Books, Top Ten Albums, Top Ten Gadgets, Top Ten News Stories You’ll Forget A Year From Now. If you go for this sort of thing (and I’ll admit that I do), you’ll find an extensive list of lists here.
Aargh. SuprNova shut down. I need to find a new source for my high-def eps of Lost. Damn, that was a really good site, too. Anybody have some good alternatives for me?
The way some Christians are carrying on, you’d think that Christmas celebrations had been driven into the underground until the reelection of Bush. Honestly, I don’t care whether people say “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays” or “Joyous Kwanzaa.” Just give me my damn presents and go on your way. But let’s cool it with the crocodile tears about Christians being persecuted over what greeting you can use with the fucking check-out girl at Wal-Mart. Please.
I want the Live Aid DVD. I was watching a clip of it on the NPR website that included a Pretenders performance. Chrissie Hynde is a goddess. I was only eleven when Live Aid aired, so I don’t really remember much of the hype, but the 80s geek in me wants to see some of these performances, especially Queen and U2.
I’ve only just begun to take notice of David Blunkett’s resignation as UK Home Secretary. I didn’t realize he was blind and, as this article notes, his story could be an interesting model for future leaders with disabilities. Here is a man with a disability who rose to the highest echelon of British politics. But he’s no Supercrip. Like everyone else, he has flaws that have been on full display to the British public. In a way, his story is refreshing because of the scandal. I’ve certainly fucked with people’s expectations of me as some wide-eyed innocent, but Blunkett has me beat.
Here’s a picture of me in front of the USS Constellation moored in Baltimore’s Inner Harbor:

And here’s a photo of a rather unfriendly-looking shark in the Aquarium:

I returned from Baltimore a couple hours ago and everything went well. The Hyatt on the Inner Harbor is to be commended for their accessible rooms. The bathroom was nicer than the one in my condo. I didn’t make it to the aquarium, even though both of my nurses did. Bastards. I actually had to work.
Will post some pictures tomorrow.
