My name is Obel
Na na Naaa na na
Hello, yet again I open a week’s post with
slightly confusing music! Sorry, about my lack of talk last week. I gave you ‘a
breath of fresh air’, and some scenic pictures. This week, I am back with notes
on my phone, compiled over the last two weeks.
Awesome! I want one of those!
Hehe, hmmm. A child’s reaction when discovering
my wheelchair. You already begin to know how lucky I feel about everything. My
powered-wheelchair is a key part in that. We all currently live in the
‘modern’. We all access what is available to us. I know that
‘powered-wheelchairs’ have never been as commonly used as they are now. I
cannot specify a date, but it seems that if we all lived as if 1990, I would be
still desperate for a good level of independence.
My wheelchair allows me to get as far as possible, in terms of independence. I am very grateful.
I could go on and on and on,
but the next note calls.
I notice myself not smiling. I figure out now I
know why smiling is less common amongst the general public. The 'general
public' are in paid employment, too.
OK, I have been living, out-of-paid work for
the past seven years, I like to live life gratefully, smiling regularly. I
realize now though, that I have been lacking a certain focus and
‘lack-of-drive’. Crucially, I always used to pride myself on having a good ‘eye
for detail’. Now, I must ensure that I still have such attributes. I may find
myself angry, or cross, at lacking such. So I may be found to smile less.
Hehe, now I rant.
Good design is for maximum use. Therefore good
design is accessible, to as big an audience as possible.
The note stated above is quite
self-explanatory. As a former design student, I had the basic fact, drummed into
my head. Both for 2D and 3D design, the best aim is to allow and encourage
maximum use of a design. If you cannot do this, you fail. You want to make your
design as accessible, to as many people as possible. ‘Design-out’ no-one. This
is why, now if I am a ‘potential user’ of a design, I become very critical if I
am not allowed because I am in a wheelchair.
Whooo. Deep breath!
Meow.
‘Meow, meow!’
I must look very odd.
Meow
Hehehe. First sign of madness. ‘Talking to your
cat’
OK, that was broken at a very young age.
‘Talking to random cats’, hmmm. Yep, I’m definitely ‘mad’.
However, I fear that I may have been seen to
take it to another level. This feline was sat underneath a car. No-one but I
knew he was there. If anyone spotted, I would haven seen 'meowing' to a hubcap!
My bad!!
Accessibility on the London Underground is a
big, big cause for concern, currently. Thank you Boris for severe reduction in TFL Staff! Clever,
very clever. Yeah right! Pfftttt!!!
Another music link. I must own up to not being
the first to find these two. I
thank my Dad for catching this pair on ‘Later… With Jools’. Very tight, solid
rock. A big sound produced by a drummer, and bassist. Rockin’
Royal Blood.
Recovery, it has been slightly longer than
119.5 seconds, but I do believe, like Guinness
Good things come to those who wait
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