Breathing
It’s worth a moment to take note here of the things I managed to do yesterday amid all the drama that either were self-regulatory in nature or at least helped to cut off prospects of further dysregulation.
What’s Next? Search Me
The long and the short of it: the blog finally has search functionality again, something it lost with the move to Eleventy back in March. This is not something I was sure would ever happen.
Nothing About Me Without Me
There is a well-worn phrase in disability circles, primarily in political and research contexts: nothing about us without us. In essence, decisions about our lives should not be made in our name, because we are autonomous agents acting in the world on our own behalf and with intrinsic value and worth as human beings.
Six Degrees Of Conversation
Well, I was born in a small town And I live in a small town Probably die in a small town Oh, those small communities
My Pacific Circuit
Last week I read two books about the supply chain: Annalee Newitz’s Automatic Noodle (high-five if you were among the “late-night friends on Mastodon” mentioned in the acknowledgements) and Alexis Madrigal’s The Pacific Circuit. What I want to talk about here, though, is Kurt Vonnegut.
From The Arms Of Victory
Three days before I see the Red Sox for just the second time in twenty-five years (the first being last March), Craig Breslow has traded away generational talent Rafael Devers in return for what doesn’t seem like all that very much in comparison.
Charlotte Fosgate Is Not An Unperson
I’ve been trying for days now to understand why I’m as shaken as I am by the death of local trans girl Charlotte Fosgate, who chose to die by suicide from somewhere along the span of the St. Johns Bridge, above the Willamette River.
Getting The Questions Wrong
I’ve been reading A City on Mars by Kelly and Zach Weinersmith, and in part one’s section on “spacefarer psychology” there appears a story which regular readers immediately will know why I’m mentioning it here.
That Very Delicate Balance
As something of a followup to the other day’s post about my toilet (I almost wrote “on”, which could be taken the wrong way), fatigue, exertion, executive dysfunction, and ticket theory, it’s maybe a good time to relate a few things I said on social media media about the current context of all of this.
On Being The Missing Middle: For The Love Of God, Someone Clean My Toilet
While today my bathroom got cleaned(ish), it had gone even longer than usual between cleanings, and at this point between my fatigue and my autistic executive dysfunction, it’s clear that this simply is not a chore I can do on a regular, or even semi-regular, or even not-so-regular basis.