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A somber reminder from Canada

December 6th is a somber anniversary for Canadian women in tech, especially those of us in my generation who remember 1989.

A gunman confronts 60 engineering students during their class at l’École Polytechnique in Montreal on Dec. 6, 1989. He separates the men from the women and tells the men to leave the classroom, threatening them with his .22-calibre rifle. The enraged man begins a shooting rampage that spreads to three floors and several classrooms, jumping from desk to desk while female students cower below. He roams the corridors yelling, “I want women.”

CBC Digital Archive

Chilling words. And this happened in Canada. I’ll say this again, because if it can happen here, it can happen anywhere.

This happened in Canada.
Women in Tech

The lesson is that tragic things happen when people are singled out and demonized based on some arbitrary attribute. And I mean this to include all levels of society; at home, at work, in the judicial system, in the movie theaters.

Do me a favour and take a quiet moment to think about what I’m saying to you today.

Thank you.

And forever, I appreciate all your support in this crazy documentary adventure.

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August 17, 2010

Where were you August 17, 2010?

 

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October 16, 2007

Where were you October 16, 2007?

 

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April 15, 1989

Where were you April 15, 1989?

 

 

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November 27, 1966

Where were you November 27, 1966?

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Not all those who wander are lost

Good day, Everyone.

It’s the count-down….  Tick, tick, tick….

Ten days left in the semester, then I’m free from school for the summer!  Once finished, I’ll only have to worry about paid work and, the films.

I’m procrastinating and relaxing before tackling the inevitable Variances. As in Sales Quantity, Market Share, Market Volume: those guys. And I decided to drop you a quick note.

At the same time, I’m thinking about another project.  You see, it’s tackling smaller scale creative works that keeps me sane while chasing Leviathan.  You won’t get to see most of them because they are private things, but in this case Artist Tazeen Qayyum asked for a story. A woman’s story.  About womanly things… and maybe a man, we’ll see.  In any case, my tiny contribution will become part of something bigger, that the public gets to see in June.  I think this is pretty cool.

Tazeen’s project and her work lead my thoughts to this journey we’re taking together.  Because your support comes, sometimes, in completely unexpected ways and often from far away.  It’s the tiniest of gestures, like a wink in Twitter, that make me feel inspired to share what’s on my mind.  And right now, I’m thinking about Tolkien.

Here is a poem for you to ponder right along with me.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

All that is gold does not glitter, Tolkien, J. R. R. (1954),
The Fellowship of the Ring & The Lord of the Rings.

(This post is dedicated to CA, CL, KL & SG)

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Michael, Asperger’s and me

In 1983, with my hanky tied up on a stick and  my white cat perched on my shoulder,  I left Swarthmore, Pennsylvania to venture into the world.   My first stop was Hampshire College located in Amherst, Massachusetts, USA.

Camp Hamp, as we fondly and irreverently call it.  

That’s where I met Michael John Carley.  At the time, everyone in my motley crew knew that Michael was destined to do great things.  For one thing, he’s a bad ass poker player; and through the hazy eyes of 18 year olds, that’s a sure fire sign of success. Little did we know that he would eventually found an extremely successful peer support group for adults on the Autism spectrum.  More to the point, we had no idea that he was on the Autism Spectrum.   Not a freaking clue.  And that’s the theme that keeps coming up in our side project.  No one knew.

What side project? One of my sneaky plans is to get to know Michael again after all these years, so I volunteered my video production skills and we’re collaborating on a video for GRASP.  For the last couple of days, I’ve been looking at the testimonials of the brave folks who stepped up to participate in our little production.  It’s a treat and a privilege.  It totally rocks.  A great evil plan.

I encourage you to read Michael’s book: Asperger’s from the Inside Out.


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Just like a rock star!

There is nothing on this planet that transports me more quickly to the early APL days than the sound of Jim Brown’s voice.  I think I can speak for more than myself when I say, as children, we loved Jim! I think I have picture of a pack of us as wild-eyed munchkins assaulting the poor man in some lake, most probably in the state of New York.

So when I found this little clip on the APL97 video tapes, I couldn’t resist sharing. Enjoy. A minute and a half is all there was…


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Blog in Photos

A Blog Year in Photos 2009



A Blog Year in Photos 2010


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