Aidan Recital Nov 14, 2009
Rated • 1 review • video, piano, aiden beckett • youtube.com
Amazingly talented youngster -- we'll be hearing a lot from him in the future for sure!
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bonbonnie
Last seen: 9 hours ago
Bonnie is a 64 year old woman from Cape Cod, Massachusetts, USA
~~~ "He who has a why to live can bear almost any how." Nietzsche · ~~~250--500--750--1000
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JPG: People: Fabrizio Ricci
Rated • 1 review • photography • jpgmag.com
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Pictured: Incredible watercolour paintings by boy aged...
Rated • 88 reviews • painting • dailymail.co.uk
Watercolorist -- age 6!
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Why the #$%! Do We Swear? For Pain Relief: Scientific...
Rated • 31 reviews • alternative news, neuroscience, pain, language • scientificamerican.com
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fly your way home by `AutumnsGoddess on deviantART
Rated • 1 review • animals, painting, art • deviantart.com
Hummingbirds have a special meaning in my family.
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Months to Live - With Faith and Friends, Convent Offers...
Reviewed • 1 review • death, faith, palliative care • nytimes.com
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Months to Live
Sisters Face Death With Dignity and Reverence
James Estrin/The New York Times
On average, one sister dies each month in the Mother House, not in the hospital,
because few choose aggressive medical intervention at the end-of-life.
From the page: Dr. McCann said that the sisters’ religious faith insulated them from existential suffering — the “Why me?” refrain commonly heard among those without a belief in an afterlife. Absent that anxiety and fear, Dr. McCann said, there is less pain, less depression, and thus the sisters require only one-third the amount of narcotics he uses to manage end-of-life symptoms among hospitalized patients.
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Autobiography in Five Chapters
by Portia Nelson
Chapter One:
I walk down the street.
There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I’m lost.
I’m helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter Two:
I walk down the same street.
There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I’m in this same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter Three:
I walk down the same street.
There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I fall in.
It’s a habit.
But my eyes are open.
It is my fault and I get out immediately.
Chapter Four:
I walk down the same street.
There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter Five:
I try walking down a different street.
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Modern Love - Dealing With Asperger’s Syndrome, With the...
Rated • 2 reviews • psychology, relationships • nytimes.com
Aspergers -- a mysterious disorder that is more common than you would think....
Somewhere Inside, a Path to Empathy
by David Finch
IT wasn’t working, any of it. Our third year of marriage threatened to be our last. I’d become cynical and withdrawn, obsessive and preoccupied, dismissive and unhelpful.
“I don’t know when things got bad,” Kristen said, wiping away tears. “I feel like I’ve lost you and I don’t know what will bring you back.”
In reality she hadn’t lost me. She’d found me. The facade of semi-normalcy I’d struggled to maintain was falling away, revealing the person I’d been since childhood. I didn’t even know what was wrong with me, though my wife, a speech pathologist who works with autistic children, had her suspicions. Even so, it would be another two years before she would put all the pieces together and attach a name to what was ruining our marriage: Asperger’s syndrome.
During Kristen’s first few years of practice, she worked only with severely autistic children. But as she expanded her clientele to include higher-functioning kids, she started learning more about Asperger’s syndrome, a comparatively mild autism spectrum disorder characterized by egocentricity and impairments in communication and socialization. That’s when she started seeing parallels to my behaviors.
One evening after we put the kids to bed, Kristen approached me with a smile, wrapped me in a hug and asked me to come downstairs to her office. First she allowed me to complete my 8:30 p.m. routine, fully aware of how essential it is to my peace of mind: circle the downstairs, note which lights are on, and stare out the front window, visually lining up the neighbors’ rooftops. I finally joined her at her desk, where she sat at the computer, ready to administer an online Asperger’s evaluation.
Looking somehow clinical in her pajamas, Kristen instructed me to answer the questions honestly. No problem, since I’m honest to a fault when I choose to speak to people. For the next two hours, she led me through questions that at times had us both laughing with recognition:
¶Do you often talk about your special interests whether or not others seem interested? Who’s not interested in cleaning-product slogans?
¶Do you rock back and forth or side to side for comfort, to calm yourself, when excited or overstimulated? Where’s the hidden camera?
¶Do you get frustrated if you can’t sit in your favorite seat? Friendships have ended over this.
And on it went.
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aliasinkhorns review - StumbleUpon
Rated • 2 reviews • anarchism, patriotism • stumbleupon.com
And from the American point of view -- this post from aliasinkhorn captures the inspiration and desperation of those who dared to risk all to sign the Declaration of Independence. Thanks, Ink!
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THE SPEECH OF THE UNKNOWN
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"Such is the message of that Declaration to Man, to the Kings of the world! And shall we falter now? And shall we start back appalled when our feet press the very threshold of Freedom? Do I see quailing faces around me, when our wives have been butchered-when the hearthstones of our land are red with the blood of little children?
"What are these shrinking hearts and faltering voices here, when the very Dead of our battlefields arise, and call upon us to sign that Parchment, or be accursed forever?
"Sign! if the next moment the gibbet's rope is round your neck! Sign! if the next moment this hall rings with the echo of the falling axe! Sign! By all your hopes in life or death, as husbands-as fathers-as men-sign your names to the Parchment or be accursed forever!
"Sign-and not only for yourselves, but for all ages. For that Parchment will be the Text-book of Freedom-the Bible of the Rights of Man forever!
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