In which Randolph doesn’t fit through a window

In my post about living with autism, I mentioned an incident from boarding school: I once took a phone message for a fellow pupil to call his family urgently. His father had died. I didn’t deliver the message. When the hostel was queried that evening, I looked around at everyone else, thinking “who could forgetContinue reading In which Randolph doesn’t fit through a window

Flipboard and the case of usability that doesn’t care about you

I’m a regular user of Flipboard, the app that tells me what’s happening in the world that isn’t Twitter. I have a carefully curated list of interests. One of the things I do with my lovely spouse is share links using Flipboard. In the user interface on my iPhone (I don’t use it elsewhere), thereContinue reading Flipboard and the case of usability that doesn’t care about you

My funniest line

In 1993, I was in Grade 11 and a member of the Parktown Boys’ High School Public Speaking team. Our four members were as unlikely to be public speakers as you could find. Two were exceptional athletes in their respective disciplines, and stereotypically assumed to be intellectually dim (they weren’t), one was a class clown.Continue reading My funniest line

I just checked, and I’m still autistic

I obsess about it sometimes, and worry that I’m regressing. I read about how meltdowns and shutdowns with a short recovery period could lead to permanent loss of skills, so I obsess some more. I scratch my skin and obsess that it won’t heal. I walk into things (oh, so many things) and have bruisesContinue reading I just checked, and I’m still autistic