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Airlines

April 12, 2010

We interrupt this period of finals-time under appreciation of this blog to bring you a story about a young woman who had a horrible experience with United’s disability policies. As a Cane Wielding Traveller I cannot imagine going through this. Please read and give her your support

http://evilpuppy.livejournal.com/365126.html

New York, New York!

March 29, 2010

I just returned from the city that never sleeps. One thing that shocked me as I visited with my friends was that the NYC subway is one of the least accessible I’ve seen.

Now, I was told all the buses are handicap-equipped and special cars run along the subway line for us gimps, but when I say it was less accessible than London, take note. I found myself longing for an escalator, and throwing my hip out a little from the stairs. There were elevators, yes, but not too visible and I would be dubious about using them. Just noticing.

I’m moving to Boston next year, so more observations from there, in additional to another summer in London

What I Am

February 3, 2010

I met a girl a few weekends ago named Danielle. Her brother was attending a scholarship competition at my university, and I approached because I know how hard Oglethorpe is to navigate with a disability. Danielle is in a wheelchair, you see.

She grinned. No. Everyone had been very helpful. They had to take some weird routes, and sketchy elevators, but she wants to apply to Ogle when she’s looking at schools. I was shocked, because when everyone else was assuming she was the student going through, I never did, because I thought that even my wonderful school might not be worth that fight. I’m drenched in the daily compromises I make in order to not make a fuss. I go up three flights of stairs when I have to, I never asked for the key to the service elevator. But if I did, if I had maybe people would have woken up just a little bit more.

Things are going well. Internship wheels are turning. Hyperbaric on my leg is going okay, though mornings are rough. Still love my school.

Oh. And I got into grad school at Simmons College in Boston. Not sure where I’ll go, but I have somewhere!

Reset…?

January 13, 2010

I wish I were The Doctor and could regenerate at the beginning of every semester. Instead I’m sitting here trying to coordinate VR, MARTA and my hyperbaric treatment to make my leg better. I still have a wound from the infection, you see.

I’m focused hard on my last semester, my internship, applying to grad school, but there’s still this to contend with. My doctor is very nice, and hyperbaric isn’t bad. Getting back and forth, plus classes, will be. I have a 9:30. My treatment will be 7-9. You do the math.

I’m holding onto hope, though. Three or four more weeks and it WILL be well. And things will be better, because there will be London and the future to look forward to. Traveling in time (one way) and space. Maybe a little like The Doctor after all.

Meeting Neil…Again! (or….That’s Not My Name)

December 15, 2009

Sorry to have been AWOL for so long. I had a MRSA infection in October and that ate up my semester, added to grad school applications and school in general. Things have been good: I took a new Sigma little sister, and my friends are wonderful, but it’s been rough.

Popping back in here for a follow up to here. You see, I live go to school in Atlanta, and Decatur is on the outskirts of that. In Decatur is Little Shop of Stories, and Little Shop of Stories won the Graveyard book contest to bring in Neil Gaiman. (Note: Did not go to party. Wanted to. Sorority annual party on same night. Roommate with car would not ditch)

Since in Dublin I got Katie’s book signed, we absolutely had to go together. Obviously. Even if Mom wanted me to go home Sunday. Psh. It’s Neil. So, we both called for tickets. I was on my way to the doctor’s (again), she was at work. Having missed the first ticket day being home for Thanksgiving, we were semi-frantic. I got my ticket in the cab on the way to the doctor; I got her text saying she had her ticket about half-an-hour later. She got overflow. I had a “golden ticket”!

We left school around three, first attempted to park by Little Shop, which was fail, because Agnes Scott is passed the questionable Dairy Queen. Decided to move the car (gimp girl’s face walking back to it? 😦 ) We ended up parked not far from Presser Hall where the event was being held.

We had to separate then for seating. I entertained myself until six, people watching. Neil draws quite a diverse crowd. He spoke, which was excellent as always, and read from Odd and the Frost Giants, which I had seen, but not purchased and was really pleased with. Kid with a Crutch, woo! He also read from The Graveyard Book, which was a bit like having my audiobook come to life.

Then, signing. Having been at the 500+ people event at Chapters with him and Amanda, I wasn’t surprised per say by how long it took. Also very pleased that they got the families with children out early, very forward thinking. I was frustrated, a tad, because my other friend had Christmas Party Plans and I kept having to text with the “almost, but it’s going to be a while news”. Also, with Katie in overflow, to even make it I had to arrange to be picked up. This is a point where I have to point out that it would have made a tad more sense to be able to get two tickets. I understand the why of the “no” there, but for Pete’s sake, she had the car.

Then I got to meet Neil. He recognized me from Dublin, we chatted a bit. I gave him Neverwhere to sign because (oh, don’t you know?) I have an INTERNSHIP IN LONDON for the summer!! Still working on funding, but so excited! Also, Blueberry Girl as a gift.

And, this is a negative that’s purely personal,… My name is spelled wrong. It’s the Post-It that they gave you to personalize’s fault, and mine for not checking it, not Neil’s. Still, my name is not “Chelesy” it is “Chelsey”. So tad disappointing there. And I gave it to Roomie to take back through the line, but she must not have said anything. I wanted to take it back up, but I hated to hold up anyone else’s night. No doubt I’ll see him again.

Still, feels a bit like the latte cup that says Chesley.

At any rate, it was lovely lovely lovely seeing Neil again, and props to Little Shop for a wonderful night! Missed Amanda Palmer, of course, but she’s in Boston doing Amanda-y things.

Youth Leadership Forun

July 26, 2009

This past weekend I went to the Able Trust Youth Leadership Forum in Tallahassee. It’s an annual event which just celebrated its tenth anniversary. I went in 2005 as a delegate, 2006 as a delegate and then travelled for two years. This year I cam back as a facilitator and part of the adult staff.

It was one of the best experiences I have had in a long time. I was slow to understand that I had a part in the disability community, because I was never raised thinking that disability was one or even two on the list of identifiers I had mentally. My friends with disabilities were the same way, so even in my first two years at YLF I did not really see that not everyone was that way.

In the traveling I have done and the exploring of my own place in the world of disability my eyes have been opened. I felt almost like a delegate again this year, It was truly amazing. I saw the delegates learn about services that they had not known about, but which gave them hope for lives away from their parents and living as independently as possible. As for me, I just try and impart my firm believe that you should dream with your creativity first and be pragmatical with your disability later or when your mother makes you….

The Little Things

July 20, 2009

Sometimes it really is the little things that make you happy. Recently I purchased two things that have made my life happy. The first was a set of necklace clasps that attach to your lobster claw necklaces and make them magnetic. No more fiddly clasps that I can’t do, and it opens up WORLDS! And gives me time to struggle with make up and earrings….

Also, I got a cute little desk mate coffee mug that is shaped like a cup, with a handle, but still 16oz. Easier to hold, and green. (well… okay, it’s plastic bust still)

Little happinesses.

All Moved In

July 5, 2009

I decided to move everything here so that I only have one blog to update, in the hopes that I’ll do i more. We’ll see.

I’m still working on the cabled tote knitting wise, and have moved onto the Dickinson pulloever from Interweave a while back. I’m liking so far but only into the first sleeve.

Reading Jude the Obscure, which is taking longer than I planned, still better than giving up like I did on David Copperfield. Also watching a lot of Grey’s Anatomy and working on graduate school applications. I end up disclosing disability in nearly all of my statements. If it prejudices people that is their problem and I would not want to geo there anyway. For some schools, their Disability Services inspired me to look closer at the program and I hope  that they see that as unique rather than daunting.

So This is the New Year

January 3, 2009

Hi all,

I am going to try to be better at blogging here this year. I’m going to be abroad at Oxford, so the content may be less knitting and more life, but there will be osme knititng. I’m working on the Hermione’s Magic Knitting bag from CHarmed Knits, so there will be pictures up of that when it is done. And, of course, much room in my suitcase/carryon (too much maybe) will be taken up by yarn. It’s how I roll.

Hoping that you all had fantabulous holidays!

Book Review: History a History

December 3, 2008

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Harry, A History: The True Story of a Boy Wizard, His Fans, and Life Inside the Harry Potter Phenomenon

 

I was going to ask for this book for Christmas, but saw it in a Target on vacation and decided to go ahead and get it and read it over the break. I’m grateful that I did. This book took me back to my childhood of Harry Potter reading and playing Harry Potter in my backyard, my young teenage years of obsessive fanfiction writing and my late teens reading the final books as I surpassed Harry’s age and embarked on my own journies. Mellissa writes about movements and events that are recognizable only to the fandom, but which I remember clearly. Switchblade Kitten’s Ode to Harry Potter is on my iPod, and more importantly, on all my old mix CDs.

The only thing I can criticize is the lack of attention to the elements of fandom that are lacking in the novel, and happen to be the ones in which I immersed myself. I spent my fifteenth summer on Fiction Alley, and spent the time before that reading Fanfiction which was not Cassandra Claire’s. I came in through MenaRaisin’s Hermione’s World newsletter and I feel like that is where many, many fans started. I also mourned the lack of mention of JK Rowling’s interaction with LOOK UP the young girl with cancer who wanted to know the end of the books, and the girl who came home from camp to find Harry Potter in her car—early. But those two things happened before Melissa came into the fandom and are, thus, excusable.

All in all, this book receives many accolades from this fan. I was never a BNF, I shipped Harry/Ginny but Fire and Ice was my guilty pleasure. I hung on to the potential of Mark Evans and remember the day JK Rowling’s website went live. Melissa’s book brought all of that back to me, and for this I am extremely grateful.