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An ad about understanding autism that changes as you move
I looked into the organization that made this ad (national autistic society) and found out that their website actually features posts written by autistic people to persuade people that rather than “curing” autism, the differences among people should be celebrated and theyre primarily recommended to parents learning with new diagnoses :^)
“I’m not naughty, I’m autistic” would’ve changed my life as a kid.
Honestly, just go check what the Machines de L’Île do because this is like the best thing ever.
They’re currently working on L’Arbre aux hérons which is going to be a fucking metal tree that’s going to be like 25m high and which is going to have these in it
(there also going to be ants in it and caterpillars and more cool stuff)
There’s also Le Carrousel des Mondes Marins that is actually finished and is basically the coolest carrousel of the world and i’ll fight you in the pit if you don’t believe me.
Nantes is one of the best city ever (yeah i’m totally biased but i don’t care) and if you want to come in France, forget Paris, come see us (beside it’s like one hour from the sea and just under Britanny), we’re nice and we’ve got les petites beurres LU
Oh! Oh! I lived pretty near Nantes in France before I moved to Canada, and whenever I went there to see my friends, we’d check out Les Machines de l’île (because I was obsessed)! Let’s not forget about the most famous one!
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Éléphant :D
Yes it walks, yes you can “ride” it, YES IT BLOWS WATER
Last time I went there the tree was well advanced too, and the carousel is just magnificent. I’m gonna emphasize the previous comment: If you go to France, definitely check out Nantes and its machines!
“I counted everything. I counted the steps to the road, the steps up to church, the number of dishes and silverware I washed … anything that could be counted, I did.”
On her NASA calculations:
“Early on, when they said they wanted the capsule to come down at a certain place, they were trying to compute when it should start. I said, ‘Let me do it. You tell me when you want it and where you want it to land, and I’ll do it backwards and tell you when to take off.’ That was my forte.”
Katherine really stood out in her field because she was the only woman who asked questions.
“The women did what they were told to do,” she explained. “They didn’t ask questions or take the task any further. I asked questions; I wanted to know why.“
In 2011, when asked if she still counts things:
“Oh, yes. And things have to be parallel. I see a picture right now that’s not parallel, so I’m going to go straighten it. Things must be in order.”
i thought i’d written this up on here before, but i can’t find it. so let me tell you my favourite story about my time in oxford.
my college library is a converted church (with graveyard still attached). and it closed at about 1am every night, but they let people keep working in the vestry – where there were… i think six desks? – overnight. i was not very good at doing my work at anything other than the absolute last minute, and would fairly often end up in the vestry the night before an essay was due.
it was grim. honestly i do not miss it.
the highlight of those nights was when i allowed myself a break to go out to buy a burger from the kebab van that was on the other side of the high street. the nearest kebab van was ahmed’s. kebab vans in oxford are serious business (there are few kebab shops, and they’re mostly not near the colleges, where the first and third-year students often live in). i just looked ahmed’s up to check i was spelling his name right and found this amazing painting of the van!!
anyway. so one night in – i guess it was probably april? i think it was in my final year, and not too long to go before exams – i walked out to the kebab van. it was 2am, or maybe 3am. a weeknight – maybe a tuesday – and there was nobody around. too late for other people taking study breaks, and maybe the people who were out clubbing weren’t coming back yet. i felt like i and ahmed and the other guy who worked in his van were the only people alive.
and then an entire band of men turned up in full 16th century regalia.
i think maybe one or two of them had musical instruments with them, but not all of them. they stood there. they didn’t seem to think that they were doing anything unusual. i guess for them, it wasn’t. nobody else came by. nobody said anything except to order some food.
i thought: am i hallucinating??? what is happening???
i always ordered a cheeseburger at ahmed’s, and as it wasn’t a busy night they didn’t already have any cooking, so i stood by the van for a good five minutes while it cooked, just watching these men, who seemed like time-travellers, solemnly order their kebabs. none of them had phones out or anything. nothing broke the illusion except the situation we were in. it honestly felt like time was collapsing. like we had all been pulled out of the timestream and were just chilling here together. it wasn’t april whatever, 3am, 2011. it was no time, no place. The Kebab Van At The End of Time.
they just seemed like people from the past who wanted to get something to eat. an eternal constant. and the guys in the van were as nonchalant about it as the men themselves were. yeah, we get sixteenth century people through here all the time.
For those who’re hewing to the fiscal side of the election more than the social:
“This
morning, Moody’s Analytics released a report concluding that Clinton’s
economic plan would create 3.2 million jobs and accelerate growth of the
nation’s gross domestic product (GDP). By contrast, earlier this month,
a similar (albeit contested) Moody’s analysis of Trump’s economic plan
estimated that it would reduce employment (by about 3.5 million jobs),
reduce economic output, and prompt a painful recession.”
