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Hi there,

So the rain has been the worst I've seen it since moving here two years ago, which has meant a lot of pain -- especially in my feet. I've been having a hard time walking, so the lovely Y bought me my first walking stick (thanks babe!).

Oh, what a fascinating wolrd we live in. I now get stared at A LOT, which is strange and annoying. But I also get treated super-nice, like bus drivers actually stop the bus for me, and cars wave me across the road, and bus drivers also wait until I sit down before roaring off from the curb. If only such courtesy was just naturally provided...

The cane itself is actually pretty sexy, though I'm not quite sure I've mastered my technique (or that sexy is a good thing to look for in a cane lol). My foot is hurting less, but now I'm developing some worse-than-usual hip pain. Argh. We shall see if the good overpowers the bad here... in the meantime, it's at least a great (if somewhat depressing) study of human beings...


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I remember a huge debate in beginner-level Spanish during my Popular Culture class at the University of Guadalajara, Mexico -- about a blind photographer who was exhibiting there at the time (uh... around 1999). Could a blind person "take credit" for photos they couldn't see? Since photography is a "visual" art, blind people should naturally be excluded. Etc. Bla bla bla.

I also remember: a) realizing that we were never presented with information about artists with disabilities back at school in Canada (thanks Javier the Mexican Supertutor!) and; b) trying to think of the Spanish word for Shut up you able-ist Canadian wankers...

Anyway, Rosita McKenzie is a blind photographer who worked with six other visually impaired people to create Revealed, currently showing at North Edinburgh Arts Centre. I didn't love that the show was really difficult to get to and super-difficult to find, even for someone who can see perfectly well. I also didn't love that they had closed 3 hours early and started cleaning the floors with superbleach because they assumed no one would come on a sunny Friday. I *did* love that they let us in (even though the superbleach almost made me pass out).

It's odd with blindness... seeing folk are suspicious. How come you're looking at me if you're blind? Why does it seem like you can see where you're going? Well, that's because "blind" doesn't always mean completely blind, in fact many legally blind people have times of day, or certain ways, of seeing things. I've heard stories about blind folk being questioned about taking their canes into Edinburgh museums because security guards decided they were "faking"! (and their canes could be used as weapons to attack the displays?)

Anyway, this group is made up of people with various kinds of blindness, and various ways of seeing (or visually imagining) the world around them. My favourite photos were by Andreas Gartner, for me they were the most poetic.

I also liked the recordings by Rachel O'Connor and Jules Rawlinson, though they were a bit hard to hear and only one speaker had a seat next to it and you have to run from one speaker to the other (at opposite ends of the room, which is a bit hard on a fibro-gal). Perhaps most interesting of all were Camilla Adams's tactile interpretations of the photos. Adams worked closely with each artist to create touch-interpretations of the photos. It's a whole new way of  "looking" at art, one I'm curious to feel more of.

Anyway, this show is well worth the trip past Telford College into the boarded-up buildings of Pilton.



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Tonight is the opening of Revealed: Photography for Visually Impaired People. It's sponsored by the fantabulous Stills Gallery, but is taking place at North Edinburgh Arts Centre. More info here.

In other news, the lovely Marusya Bociurkiw just departed from Edinburgh... she cooked Zorras a delicious salmon dinner last night. Thanks M, for wonderful soul-boosting food and conversation --you have no idea how good that visit was for Zorras! Check out Marusya's adventures in food and other things on her delicious blog, Recipes for Trouble.



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In other news, I am in love. With my TENS machine. It's a funny wee machine that looks like a walkman and has electrodes you stick to your (and your friends') body parts, and they give little jolts that produce endorphins and confuse your body out of pain. And you can wear it anywhere! Except in the shower. And leave it on as long as you want. No cure so far, but it's pretty darn swell... my deepest gratitude to the nurse who gave it to me.

In less happy news, it is the Year of Homecoming, which is the year when Scotland supposedly welcomes back all its people who've been spread across the globe. That's not the bad part. The bad part is that today, like many other days in the past two years, I was told to go back to my country. A woman almost ran me over with her car, and then of course was angry at *me* and then heard my accent and well... welcome home, Sandra, welcome home...

But I can't end on a note like that. So. I will say this instead -- thanks to The Street and Trendy Wendy for sponsoring our CD launch. The Street truly rocks. Go there.

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Here are two really good websites for the street community, particularly in Canada. and

They are also worth visiting to see excellent models for peer support through online social networks. And there are some excellent videos on homelessness and the working poor.

In other news, I'm looking for collaborators for a photo and zine project for my job at Sh[OUT]. Click here for details.




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Jordan Scott is an awesome Canadian poet. Go here to see an interview with him on youtube about the poetics of stuttering. Thanks to my friend L for sending it to me.


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Pride Scotia, my first one. Hmmmm. Well, I'm glad it exists, and it's nice to be able to join the parade without having to make an official group and fill out a thousand forms.... But sheesh. What is it with Pride organisers and their wacked priorities? Last year Boris and the army led the parade in London, and this year here in Edinburgh the police were given the space of honour at the front. Well, we joined the 5 people at the butt-end of the parade with the lovely, handmade Bisexual Pride banner.


It rained. The parade was rerouted because of construction, so most of the march was in an unpopulated area. ("We're here, we're queer, and no one's gonna notice...") Also, most sadly, there was no music. No music at Pride. I heard later that some drummers failed to show up...


wizard pride

even dorothy looked a bit sad...

Despite all this we had a grand time. Edinburgh is small enough that you bump into every queer you know, which for the most part is swell. The Street was grand as usual, and Blue Moon, and we visited the lovely E and ended up at some crazy film festival party where we knew no one but our three friends. But at one point I bumped into my friend N, which was also swell. The first thing she said was, "How did you get in here?" which was hilarious because I *had* walked packed security without a ticket...


Later we really wanted to dance with our friend L, and unfortunately she was at GHQ. That place has always rubbed me the wrong way... perhaps the 7 pound cover charge, or the fact that they reportedly have a rule against working class people gaining entry, or the fact that hardly any gay people seem to go there. Ick. But we got in without paying, so I decided to give it a try. Only 3 minutes in, and some drunk assholes were pushing us around, and we received no support from the straight male bouncer. We left, and shall never return.

So ouch. The fibromyalgia is not my friend. Walking in a parade and dancing meant that I couldn't walk for two days. Not fun. In the end, though, I think it was worth it.


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Yesterday, for the first time since moving to Scotland, I set foot in the evil empire of a Borders bookshop. It was raining, and I was curious. I'm sure most of you already understand the general yuck factor of corporate bookstores -- how they homogenize and censor our choice of books, how they use unfair practices to put small indie bookshops and publishers out of business, how they do nothing to promote local writers or writers who are not superstars, how they don't promote community events etc etc.


I have to say I was stiill a little shocked that  they didn't have a single lesbian or gay magazine on their shelves. No Diva. (Note: I later found out they did stock Diva, it was just out of stock). No Curve. No nothing. The only thing I found was a copy of Bust feminist magazine. It's not that I think these magazines are fantastic, but if even mainstream expressions of gayness are banned from a GIGANTIC (and I mean gigantic) bookshop/music shop/film shop/Starbucks/stationery & gift shop smack in the middle of Scotland's biggest city, then what of the rest of the country? I'm constantly amazed by the shameless corporate homophobia here. I mean, Blockbuster in Canada sucks huge and offends me with their "Alternative Lifestyle" section, but at least the movies are still there. Here, there is nothing that might offend. Well, all those straight marriage magazines offend *me*...

Also surprising to me was that all Glasgow schools are banned from going to the Sh[OUT] exhibition at the GoMA, even high school students! Because of its gay content. There has been much broohaha specifically about a Robert Mapplethorpe photo FROM THE 70S of a guy urinating towards another man's mouth. It's actually an artistically gorgeous photo, whether or not you're into yellow...

Anyway, more on that later perhaps. But right now I'm on bookshops. So what is a poor queer and/or leftie to do in Scotland? Sadly, there are very few indie bookshops that aren't second-hand. But even sadder is the fact that I have yet to come across an indie bookshop here that is anywhere near as radical as they claim to be (except Biz'Art at The Forest which is nonprofit and only partially a bookshop). And according to a woman at Citizen's Advice, statistics show that as an employee you are more likely to get fair treatment from Borders. Sad, sad, sad.

A further note on fair treatment: For those of you out there who have disabilities and bad work situations, contact Access To Work, it's a Job Centre program that has been set up to assist people with disabilities (and their employers) by giving money towards making a workplace accessible.

Okay, my voice-activated software is being funny again, so I have to run.





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My friend Spirit Synott dances sooooooooooooooo good!

And Ma Li and Zhai Xiaowei are tremendous, despite the slightly cheesy music!

And I'm obsessed with beatboxing lately... check these out!

And to change it up a bit -- a beatboxing girl!

And the hottest guy right now, from France -- Joseph Poolpo!

And the beatboxing FLAUTIST!


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Well, it's still touch and go as to whether there will be a summer in Edinburgh this year... last night was freezing again, but today seems promising...

In other news, I must whinge a bit more about the shoddiness of the National Health Service, particularly the Department of Rheumatology at the Western Hospital -- who booked me for an appointment in May (after a 3-month wait) and then sent me a letter saying I had missed an appointment in April (that I never had) and therefore was kicked off the waiting list and had to be referred all over again. When I phoned they admitted their mistake, but refused to give me another appointment and insisted I must go back to my doctor and start again anyway. Sometimes I really wonder about Scotland... especially this strange business of communicating only by letters (which almost always contain incorrect data). The phone was invented quite a while ago friends...

In continuing NHS rage, one of my many shoddy doctors (avoid the Toll Cross Health Clinic) recently told me he is qualified to give acupuncture under the NHS. How cool is that? (I thought.) But when I arrived he informed me the acupuncture had to take place in 5 minutes (impossible) and then proceeded to just shove needles into "where it hurts the most." My ankles were bleeding, and remained swollen and bruised for three days. Plus, the guy was supposed to write me a prescription during my visit, but had me leave the room and come back so he could double-bill for two visits! Sneaky. And freaky.

In better news, I saw a lovely show that's on into June at The Owl and Lion Gallery in Grassmarket. It's called Story Motel, and features over 50 hand-made artists' books. There is some stellar stuff there, and most of it you can read on the spot if you want. Though there are plenty you'll want to buy!

Also caught the cracking Raise Your Hem at the fabulous Itsy Kabarett on Friday at Voodoo Rooms. Despite one homophobic comic (I started to heckle him but he was bombing so well on his own I just let it happen...), it was a lovely night, with loads of steamy burlesque. The Itsy folk just keep doing it better and better.

What more? Oh yes, Y and I got treated to L'empreinte de l'ange (The Mark of an Angel) at The Filmhouse yesterday. Safy Nebbou's film about the true story of a woman who becomes convinced someone else's daughter is her dead child is surprisingly good (I say this because at the beginning it seems like a stereotypical psycho flick). Catherine Frot is stellar as the lead, and kudos to Nebbou for creating a taut thriller without falling into tired old traps.

In still other news, Zorras have finished recording our first CD, thanks to the lovely and talented Andy Duncan! More on that soon. Today we are off with the dashing and talented E, to take some foppish pics.




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