it was a time

Whoa what a strange week. Global and local highs and lows. Not sure what the parallels are if any but I think there will be some.

It was a really personal time me, it was my birthday.
It was a time for new technology, my own and others.
It was a time for the best shower of my life, when I had been ready to accommodate and adapt.
It was a time for good friends from near and far.
It was a time for new barriers and new vision.
It was a time to mourn and celebrate.

 

Whole chapters of this blog  could and might yet be written about any one of these lines, but the need to say a lot has paralysed me from saying anything and so I post.

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The solution to writers block; talking.

 

As I write this I’m listening to problogger interviewing Seth Godin on productivity and blogging. Is an interesting interview.

 

The concept that is speaking out for me is talking as a solution to the writer’s block. He mentioned that the solution to his writers block is to write like you talk. Learn to talk in full sentences (with something to say!) And then write that way.

 

As one who wishes she wrote more, thought deeper and broader etc etc this might be useful advice. Particularly in my case because I use voice recognition software, which works better if you can think at least in phrases–or at least not turn the microphone on until you know vaguely what you’re going to say. I get complimented on my writing when I talk it rather than typing it.

 

It may not have been how I was taught to write, sentence structure parts of speech and such. But it does work.

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The view from 40 years on

I remember studying the Stamford Prison Experiment nearly 15 years ago. It was shocking then. Now 40 years on the reflections are really just as interesting.

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dovetailing

I’ve been reading a lot on the sociology of difference and power as it relates to criminology for my latest efforts in study.

 

Except for the 10 or so minutes before I submit an assignment I’m quite proud and pleased that I’m doing it. One of the big advantages in further reminded me of concepts that I once knew quite well and given me the language and confidence to use them in relation to my own existence; quite apart from any essay that I’ve had to submit.

 

Words like;

class,

stratification,

difference,

inequality,

hybrid–identity

 

For purposes of simplification, the lecturers, tutors and such have been encouraging students not to include personal anecdotes. Being a first year subject, their focus is quite rightly an essay structure, referencing, avoiding plagiarism and other entry-level University concerns. I need to remind myself that I’ve done this before, and at this stage at least, basically give them what they are asking for rather than a sociological knock on the head, by a woman who’s been standing with topics through inclusion for 20 years, not to mention living it.

 

The really wonderful thing though is that I have found a place, I have found language again that can help me articulate to myself, even if nobody else, what it is to be me.

 

As I’ve got older, my dovetailing in and around disability and its communities has gone through cycles. Right now my sense of hybridism, (or should that be hybrid–ness?) Is strangely more intense. At the moment at least I’m spending a lot of time in my own company. Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying that. I’m still regularly interacting, just not as much in the two month or so. My main point of company is through the computer, and my main ailments have not been about the fact I sit down, or the politics of accessible built design, but the fact that my browser keeps crashing!.

It’s been a lot more internal. In my own head. It’s been good.

 

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