If you're in London and interested in my work, please join me for my inaugural professorial lecture entitled 'Architectures of Care: From Data-Driven Design to User Empathy'
7 March 2024, 7pm at UCL
All welcome!
Good news for people outside of London: there is now an option to join my inaugural professorial lecture on 'Architectures of Care: From data-driven design to user empathy' online via zoom live streaming.
I remember teachers and adults acting like groups of kids making up chants about me in front of them wasn't anything they could do anything about.
Unless it was a swear word or a slur there was no response or recourse.
And that's just so bizarre to me.
I'm trying to imagine myself just sitting there as a kid cries while six kids make fun of them. I can't. I would feel like I was overseeing the persecution like some kind of captain of meanness.
I was routinely subject to 100 on 1's on my school playground. The teachers didn't see anything wrong with letting the whole class chase me down and kick me until they got bored.
My gym teacher forced me to dislocate my knees on a routine basis for a couple years, too. I was so neglected at home it never occurred to me to tell my gene donors about my knees. Finally a neighbor saw and told mom, who got me a doctor's note for gym.
@krisfreedain@linux
I started from Ubuntu in high school and it felt bloated. I moved to Void which was nice, but not really supported in general. I started recommending Fedora to beginners but started using Alpine as my daily driver. Don't think I will ever move from Alpine, but maybe I will recommend something other than Fedora in the future.
What being #AuDHD is like.
I decided to make miso-glazed eggplants for dinner. I usually make them with some sesame seeds. This time when I was almost done, I couldn’t find the sesame. I know I have at least two different packs somewhere. I found none on my seeds shelf, I wasn’t able to find any from the first try in my a bit too well-stocked pantry cabinets. So I got upset, finished making them as is, and don’t want them for dinner anymore, and am now cooking eggplants with za’atar
@olena@actuallyautistic yeah, days like that are no fun. Both of mine do the same thing in occasion, so I know the feeling very well. My last one was over simple rice that I had rushed to make for fried rice, only to discover while cooking the fried rice that it was sightly more wet than it should be. My whole belief in my cooking ability crumbled to dust for the day, and I ended up tossing the rice. Meltdown days are no fun, and i am sorry to hear about your bad day
@olena@actuallyautistic oddly, I actually ended up turning that experience into a teaching experience for myself. My mom never washed rice, so the concept of doing so baffled me for a long time. To prevent a repeat of soggy rice, I spent a week making sure I could make rice perfectly
My short story “Hope Is the Thing With Feathers” is available to read for free along with all the other fabulous finalists in the Asimov’s Readers’ Award! Of particular interest to #corvid lovers and #neurodivergent folk!