Lots of Pollution

So, I came home late last week. I don't mean I went home to my playhouse in Michigan and explored the 2 acres of land in our backyard...but I really came home. I stood in front of a room full of people and had my own right of passage. I'm graduating from one of the best schools around. Me. I did it. We did it. With a 3.6...if I can do it, I know that anyone can. Anyone.

I'm me. With my challenges, idiocy and simplicity. I'm me. I feel at home. 

Side note: I heard this probs 75 year old lady say "That's what she said" when I was in SF this past weekend. I'm pretty sure I can now die a happy human.

Lucky Ducky

I can't feel my left leg.

How am I so blessed? What did I do to deserve someone this wonderful?

Breath of Fresh Air

I know now that everything happens for a reason, even the crappy stuff.

Mac made a new type of ipod shuffle, this one is a bit more accessible for people with visual impairments...it's about time Apple stepped it up. Or maybe it was accidental inclusive design?

Is disabled art art created by a disabled person or art about disability?

Who knows I just hope my art project proves satisfactory.