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Summer constellations, Eli McMullen
The mythical disabled person who is so disabled that everyone consistently supports and accommodates them without question is a straw man which only exists as a hypothetical for the political purpose of denying real disabled people care while still being able to argue that said care would be accessible to disabled people who "actually deserves it"
he might exist but he's a statistical anomaly and should not be counted.
he's a 6 year old blind, nonverbal autistic boy with cerebral palsy that my partner is a support worker for, whose being raised by his grandmother.
fully Crafted Consciousness - Nam June Paik’s Reclining Buddha (1994)
i wish i could make everyone understand just how fucking good marianas trench is. i wish i could inject the feeling i get listening to them into other people so they'd know why i love them so much
haven't posted a photo of my face in nearly a decade.
just a trans fella from the old days of tumblr still scooting along in the background🐌
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I've left the house no more than 20 times this year, and I do nothing but sleep, go to the bathroom and sit in the dark. this is the third year running like this.
I call the city begging for access to a social service that can help. they say I need a doctors referral.
I see several different doctors over the phone. they say I'm not unwell enough for any specialist services.
I disappear further into my madness.
no one notices.
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since I was a kid I've had multiple things happen that have either implied or straight up acknowledged that I'm not going to live last 2027
and I kind of forgot about it until this year and with every passing moment and event in my life I can feel the walls closing in on me
tweet sequence of a not-quite-friend and artist i admire that i find myself thinking of constantly
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‘Hands weaving magnetic-core memory, IBM, Poughkeepsie, New York,’ 1956. Photograph by Ansel Adams.
My mother used to make computer cores as a "work from home" side business. As a child I got spending money via un-winding the ones that failed testing so that the magnetic center could be re-used. I got between $0.05 and $0.25 per core depending. Mom got more for the finished ones, of course, though I don't know how much. Her sister was an expert, and did the more complicated kind, some of which ended up in satellites and/or were used by NASA!
They were all done by hand using a kind of treadle-operated frame with a little (crochet!) hook to pull the wires around the cores. The people making them were mostly housewives who did this as a side-job in the 80s and 90s. I don't know if it's still done that way anywhere in the USA today, but the history of computing and space exploration is littered with "women's work" like this.