| I need to be like this guy |
[Feb. 22nd, 2008|04:29 pm] |
Man Uses Wheelchair To Shovel Out
You'd think this is an accessory that would be semi-available by now, but it isn't. Anyone want to help me turn into a snowplow? I'm only half joking... when it snows in any significant amount, I'm messed up for a week or more (along with plenty of other PWDs) because snow gets piled at curbs and bus stops, making it hard to get anywhere.
The article is old and the video link is dead, but he has the video on his website. Here someone else on YouTube also using a motorized chair as a plow. |
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| Kool-Aid pickles, yum. |
[Aug. 21st, 2007|12:33 am] |
In exchange for something I did, a friend (from the South) said:
"I owe you something southern, like deep fried twinkies or kool aid pickles."Now, I've seen deep fried Twinkies, on TV and such. Kool-Aid pickles... those are harder to wrap my brain around. I'm not a fussy eater (and I like pickles!), but can't imagine eating one and enjoying it. Nope. And yet, the fancypants NY Times caught on and wrote all about them a few months ago. Maybe I just need to expand my palate. In the meantime, what are some other Southern things I could be owed? I'm open to both edible and non-food suggestions. |
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| JotD |
[Jul. 17th, 2007|09:20 pm] |
Here is the Juan photo of the day... eating strawberries on the bus home from work (!) where I was bored and antsy, and he was totally well-behaved. What a guy. I'm obsessed, what can I say.
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| Jen & I - "Intimate Encounters" reception |
[Jul. 11th, 2007|02:41 pm] |
My friend Jen and I at the reception for the opening of the "Intimate Encounters" disability & sexuality exhibit at the Museum of Sex in Manhattan.
Read a review from Wheelchair Dancer (whose shoes I dig); visit the photographer's website (not very accessible) which shows many of the photos.
(Photo by Elizabeth Mariko Murray, MoSEX Collections Manager)
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| Trying out an S2 IS |
[Jun. 25th, 2007|10:19 pm] |
Rob says:
Alejandra explores the finer points of Aly's camera.
I say:
Shiny. I want.
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| One fish, two fish... |
[Mar. 20th, 2007|10:48 pm] |
A followup to my own Recess post and pics; I'm looking goofy in the middle during a rousing game of Hey! That's my Fish!
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| Apparently I have become one of those people who likes cute things |
[Mar. 17th, 2007|11:09 pm] |
This is a bear. A black bear wearing a Hawaiian shirt, khakis, and slippers. In a wheelchair. (Click for larger, though photos do no justice)   He's been "built" and dressed, but he hasn't got a name yet. Perhaps I can ask the internet, and you, the internet, can help me find a name, like you did with a certain horse not too long ago. His name is Rolando. Really. Where he used to live: |
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| Recess IX: SuperAleja |
[Mar. 12th, 2007|09:40 pm] |
My descent into nerddom continues...
This weekend I went with ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) matt_rah to Recess IX: The Undeadening, a quarterly gaming event held by NerdNYC. Lots more low-quality phone camera pics in the set.
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[Feb. 7th, 2007|05:59 pm] |
Listen people, I know I'm startingly gorgeous and all (today especially), but let's try to make this a non-staring kind of evening, OK? |
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| Thought of the day |
[Jan. 31st, 2007|09:30 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | daily life, friends, me | ] |
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| | the last bagel toasting.... is not for me | ] |
aleja i'm one of those restless geniuses, maybe complicittheory restless at least ... with delusions :) A fine piece of Canadian wisdom for the morning, eh... with a nugget of truth to it that's far too easy to ignore. |
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| Thought of the day.... |
[Jun. 8th, 2006|12:32 pm] |
My office is incredibly cold. My nose in particular is very cold and I am so glad I have a sweater. Don't know if I should spend the day with one hand covering my nose, though. [Too much] Air conditioning is evil.
The end. |
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| A glimpse into my world |
[May. 17th, 2006|02:08 am] |
Today at 2:05 AM: Chuckling at the episode recap for the series finale of the very insane 7th Heaven at Television Without Pity.
Yes, of course I need a life.
Though, rumor has it that the show (which I don't actually watch, honest) has been picked up for another season somehow, on the new UPN-WB hybrid network. So I'm sure I'll be doing this again not too long from now. |
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| FAULT DETECTED |
[Oct. 10th, 2005|04:52 pm] |
EDIT: I now have gigantic, but functional, loaner wheelchair. Pretty lucky, really. Now, if only the biblically torrential rain would let up for a bit so I can actually use it to go somewhere...
My wheelchair said its battery was charged when I started out today. Good enough.
I turned it off at the bus stop to put on my jacket.
Once turned on, it would not move.
Was pushed home 2 blocks by a kind stranger.
That could have gone much worse.
I have had lots of chair issues this past year, but none can really be
attributed to the chair itself. They've been the fault of people
who are in charge of keeping it running, modifying it as needed,
approving things. My chair has been held hostage by bureaucracy,
more or less.
There is definitely something wrong with the chair now. And it's
not a battery problem, because it's charged just fine. Plugging a
programmer device into the chair yields the following cryptic message: FAULT DETECTED E30 CPU EEPROM
How excellent. It seems I am no longer immune to the electrical
issues that plague so many powerchairs much earlier in life. I've
gone on about what a workhorse it's been over the last year and a half, but no more. And once
electrical issues start, I hear they never really stop.
It wouldn't be as frustrating if my manual chair were not so useless to
me. It's really just an indoor chair these days, not really good or safe
outside. And yet, I have a very busy week ahead...
Argh.
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| To meet, or not to meet |
[Sep. 22nd, 2005|12:23 am] |
It is well established that I am terrible at meeting up with people. Most plans to get together inevitably fail, in three general categories of fault - me, other people, or circumstances beyond control. I must say, the relief is so great when it isn't my fault.
So yes, very bad luck with social planning. And interpreting/missing cues from others.
And yet, I am SO much better at it than I was a few years go. Sad, but true... and maybe even promising, if not yet practical. |
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| Crackle |
[Aug. 19th, 2005|10:09 pm] |
I really hate how the fake wood [tile] floor in my apartment crackles and pops (and sometime peels) every single time anyone walks, and especially, rolls over any part of it. The amusement factor has worn off after a year. What I wouldn't give for a nice linoleum. |
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| A clicky reunion |
[Jul. 29th, 2005|11:08 pm] |
My [motorized] wheelchair came back to me today, after months of run-arounds and a
month in captivity. It now does the new thing they said it would do... but god
help me, I don't know if I like it.
Some time was spent with a joystick programmer and a bit more
reacquanting myself with the chair in narrow, industrially carpeted
hallways. I tend to drive much faster than might be expected (if you
expect such things), so I was eager to re-learn my top speed. I sped
off to work, sped around the shiny hardwood floors of my office, and
realized that there was still a shudder when I started moving, still a
squeak that sounds like a bearing that needs replacing, a right front wheel that still rattles like a broken shopping cart, and the turning
was much too... turn-y.
I decided that since I could, I would walk home from work by way of the
West Side Highway bike path.
It's a distance of perhaps three miles, but in the maze of Manhattan,
all distances become much longer thanks to crowded streets, sidewalks
(with bad curbs, of course), and stoplights. So I take flat, open
spaces over buses and local streets whenever I can (in this chair, as often as possible), and marvel at people who think it's a long way to
go, especially in a powerchair. Silly New Yorkers.
I thought we'd programmed it right, the therapist and I. But
outdoors, I just wasn't in enough control. So I ran home,
remembering that my illustrious roommate owns one of those
programmers. I ran back to the highway (with the requisite riding
in the street to get me there) and there I must have been a
sight. I know I was, with a funny-looking controller in my lap,
zooming back and forth on the same stretch of path, avoiding cyclists
as I stopped short and burst ahead and turned and weaved and slalomed
the double line for an hour.
After all that, I still have an odd tendancy to drive to the left, no matter what setting I adjust. I'm not sure why.
I do know, thanks to the programmer's odometer function, that I have
travelled 773 miles in the 15 months I have owned this chair. As
these things go, that's pretty impressive. It makes me feel
better about my decision to "go power". Those are hundreds of
miles I wouldn't have traveled on the strength of my puny arms alone.
Of course, I did put on 3 more miles this afternoon, just testing it on
the path. I think I might be a bit particular about these things.
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