I don't have any disability, but I can somehow relate to that feeling, Seska. I'm aiming for peace and conflict studies, mostly want to grad in a research study for rehabilitation of postwar societies.
This is also Memorial Day in Israel: I don't know how much you know about it, but it's a hard and emotional day here, a day before Independence Day (so we'll remember the price).
And days like this, and life like I'm having keeps me hoping that with that sort of knowledge, maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to make a very small change.
the actual sex gets in the way of the whole abstaining thing
Teh sex, she's evil. And apparently, also so fucking good.
I have my doubts about my mom's old fave, takin' it to the streets, as well, Seska. I've spent my share of time chanting and rallying on the state capitol steps, and while I felt covered in radical chic afterward(and make no mistake, telling you this is making me feel irretievably cool) I'm not sure we changed a damn thing.
they're expecting us, now.
Sending good birth vibes to babytea and family.
I'm not sure we changed a damn thing.
Oh, yeah - I can relate to that, too, to some degree. I don't know about the US, but in the UK the disability rights movement is pretty fragmented and unproductive at the moment. My little disability rights group still goes out on the street, but these days we're stopping traffic outside government offices for exactly three minutes at a time, and nothing changes. Twenty years ago they were chaining wheelchairs to buses and seeing the same buses made wheelchair-accessible within months. I'm not sure what's going on there, but it's a big part of why I wanted to study the subject. I want to do research that's useful to political causes, rather than oppressive. I think academics and campaigners need to be working together in taking things forward.
You see? I warned you about getting me started on this. I talk too much and my head is full of crap. (Which I really ought to be putting into my essay...)
and make no mistake, telling you this is making me feel irretievably cool
Heh. Cool is right. I'd love to go to the States and hang out with a group like ADAPT. American campaigners don't seem to do anything by halves.
My one ADAPT experience makes me very much less cool. Because I think I picked up a germ on the plane. Which a week of getting up at six to protest and just kind of eating whatever did not do good things for. So I picked up multiple infections and promised my mother I'd never do that again. That kind of crap didn't happen to Abbie Hoffman.
I'm not sure how effective that is, either, really. Although there's an interesting psychology in crips keeping ABs out of somewhere.
Ok. I think things are starting. Will check in later.
Ooooh!
Someone
is finally going to see a mammal give birth!
What I should do: grade and prep.
What I want to do: go home.
Henna applied. Typing this without eyeglasses due to the stuff I carry on my head (hair wrapped in 2 nylon bags+old shirt), so I hope for the best.
Hopefully will wake up tomorrow more read-heady, less headachey and less clueless about statistics.
