photo show announcement
I am curator of a collaborative photo show for my Kentucky trip.
It is at the Red Gym all this week.
Reception: 7 - 9 pm on Friday evening.
Please come!
I would have been better off dressing like a cheap hooker
Nothing says I'm professional (hire me!) like walking into what I thought was going to be a
casual luncheon of educators, while wearing a t-shirt that says:
"WISCONSIN - SAVE COWS - EAT CHEESE; Cows for a better life."
cycling costs money
For the first time this entire spring, I took my bike out for a spin. Within an hour, I almost got hit twice (once by a pedestrian) and then after swerving to miss a husky power-walker, I almost fell trying to get my water bottle from beneath my legs.
To make matters worse, after my rusty ride (and fearing for my life because of the dust built up on my gears), I sucked it up and took my bike into the shop for a tune-up.
It was awful seeing the grease-ball Marlon Brando wannabe college kid, put my bike up on the repair stand, wrecklessly pumping my bike's tires with air, spinning them and changing gears like my bike doesn't have feelings. My bike was being violated up there. Treated like a piece of meat at a butcher shop.
After the torture was over, and the estimate on paper, I'm now going to have to fork over $100 for labor and parts, when I could really just go out and buy myself a brand new Huffy.
I try to multi-task and this is what happens...
I tried to change into my fat pants and get more comfortable to watch tv tonight, and as I sit and type, I have my shirt half-way off my body--one sleeve in, one out--and my toothbrush on my back molars.
And then I decide to get on the computer. No wonder I cannot freaking function anymore.
Anyway, the reason for this post tonight is because I want to tell everyone that if you have not yet seen the film Murderball, you must see it NOW.
dip in the road
This past Wednesday, my art therapy class attempted to experience what it would be like to have a disability. My instructor brought in a wheelchair, ear plugs, eye patches, walking sticks, and the like, so that we could walk around town (with the aid of a classmate) and get a feeling for what it would be like to be blind, deaf, or have any other physical impairment.
I was reluctant at first, but decided that I wanted to try the seemingly most difficult impairment option we had - complete blindness. So I wore an eye mask (much like those women who think they need beauty sleep, when really they just need rhinoplasty). It was even black and satiny, thanks to my kick-ass teacher. And I walked around State Street and the Memorial Union in complete darkness, hearing footsteps of every passing stranger, conversations across the street. Pan-handlers with their change cup a half a mile up the road sounded like they were encroaching on my personal space.
Every baby step, at any given moment, felt as if I could drop off the face of the earth. However, by the end of our experiment, I had complete trust in my classmate friend--who took me down every possible curb cut she could instead of just walking me over the sewage drains and through construction like a real bad-ass member of the blind community would do.
And to be completely honest, despite my disability (and with the help of my classmate), I felt empowered. I was being taken care of. Heidi took me shopping and had me feel all of the pillows and blankets and fuzzy shit that she could find. I could have knocked over an entire rack of clothing, and what could they do? You can't be angry at a blind person.
Nor can you eat ice cream, if you are blind. It'll go straight to your eyes.
Oh my God, I cannot believe I just typed that.
