September 10, 2013
About a month ago, I had my left leg amputated below the knee. How this came about is a long and rather sad story and I do not really feel like getting into the whole thing because some of it is just too personal or complicated and I suspect a fair amount of it is not really all that interesting. My friends already know enough about it, having followed along with me for the last 18 months or so, whether IRL or online (I have dared to indulge in a rant or two on “the Facebook” to friends). And family and close friends, most notably my BFF Alain, have been there with me through a lot of it.
But I think this is a major life event and not something that would go unnoticed. Indeed, judging by the stricken looks of most people I cross on the sidewalk or at the little shopping mall up the street from the rehab centre when I venture out for a stroll, I guess it is quite a sight to see this seemingly youngish woman, zipping about in a motorized wheelchair, sporting a tibial prosthesis on her right leg and a freshly bandaged tibial amputation on her left leg, not to mention a great new hairstyle. So I just felt I should say a little something about the experience.
Continue reading out on a limb
February 16, 2011
This is a post I wrote last April 2010 at the height of the whole #a11y vs. #AxS debate that gripped the Accessibility community on twitter at the time. The plan was to chime in, to make it clear what I thought about this whole thing and why I feel the way I do. Note that a large part of the contents of this post were taken, with some adjustments, from an email I wrote to a dear friend at the time. Indeed, I had decided to stop tweeting about it and to write an email, not because I did not want to discuss this subject publicly but because I felt that this was not a discussion that could be well served 140 characters at a time.
And then I thought I should probably commit to collective memory my perspective on the issue and write a blog post about it. But obviously, I never published the article because I kind of got tired of the whole subject and decided to just do my own thing. But, I was called out on this issue again today so I think it will just be easier to post the gawd damn thing and have it over with.
So anyway, last April on twitter, it was proposed that people start using the #AxS (as in “access”) hashtag in lieu of the #a11y (as in “accessibility”) hashtag (see John Foliot’s blog post on the story for more background). My impression is that the primary motivation here was to gain 1 character in tweets. And it seems to me that every other argument was secondary to the goal which, again, was to gain 1 character in tweets. So, lets have a look at some of these arguments.
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November 10, 2007
In about three weeks, I will be getting the keys to my new appartment. And by new, I do not mean “brand-spanking” but just “next”. This will be my 13th appartment since I started living on my own at the tender age of 17 (and no, despite being a magnet for bad luck, I am not really superstitious). So, according to my calculator, that is an average of living 1.8 years in every appartment.
Ok, I will concede that spending less than two years in any given place may seem a bit euh, unstable but, not withstanding that as a child I moved around much more than that so I suspect this kind of runs in the immediate family, it is only an average. There were actually a couple of places I lived in up to three whole years (because I was probably in a relationship at the time) and some I did not make it past six months (because, you know, nothing says “get the fuck out now!” like cockroaches or redneck-drug-dealing-biker neighbours, among other things). Not that I have anything against rednecks, drug-dealers or bikers but having them all rolled up into one scary package and living in the appartment across the hall is kind of overwhelming.
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