Posts Tagged ‘Larry Bissonnette’
Thursday, January 10th, 2013
It’s the new year and it’s good to make resolutions about learning new things and breaking old bad habits like needing to eat, lately hard to limit after the holidays, massive amounts of artery-plugging food.
It’s practically impossible to execute plans to live up to your resolutions because personally, using autism as my excuse allows me license to stay stuck on old routines and to act tapped out on the energy to learn new ones. I am like the poverty of Appalachia, a powerless to change his autistic patterns person, linking his inner makeup, time and again, to external action.
Perhaps my primary resolution then is to kick out this paradigm of placing autism on the altar of blame and instead launch myself into the world of personal responsibility for one’s actions. Let’s, of course, leave some leeway for an occasional trip to McDonald’s and, noteworthy for their obnoxiousness, tantrums in airports when planes cancel and Larry has to drink Budweisers in a strange hotel.
Happy New Year to all our loyal movie wannabe star fans.
Monday, June 25th, 2012
I am landing on a landing pad in my life, out in the, potentially looking at retirement age, planning stage. Someplace good to open is a perspective on old age that occupies reality of aging in a world of youthful enthusiasm. Approaching pinning of my hopes for the future on enough paintings sold to visit any mansion in any country is probably way optimistic.
Listing people’s important achievements in life papers would say I lived like a, looking for a good beer and cheeseburger, popularly known as movie star in sophisticated pal road trip film, person from the hills of Vermont.
Now taking a lighter tone, I want to note that the story of my love of hamburgers is hopping on the train of, plentifully made in Vermont, local beef. Next year on my birthday, I will look at, totally once and for all, sampling pal Tracy’s preferred travel food, sushi.
Friday, February 24th, 2012
People are printing good pictures to put in albums of instant gratification on the internet. Biographies of ivy-treated youth promise opening of understanding about travels and upending moments over greatest pictures are those you keep in your wallet because they can be old bins for long ago memories of others and yourself. Isn’t it odd that using photos as understanding nicer moments in your life eventually places you more in your past? Holding it keeps youthfulness in your present. Kodak moments live on as people print their photos so let’s bring back the Polaroid.
Issued a Polaroid camera when I was younger, I learned to shoot pictures of people looking at my lens with perplexed, poorly oriented towards the, directly in-the-person’s face flash, expression. I wanted the person’s face to open up to the camera in a pleasantly surprised way, occupying the space of the image, painting our perceptions of the person’s characteristics in a solely positioned to imprint on memory way. Now the rituals of neatly, easily pulling out a print from the camera have been replaced, not with a quicker process but only with one with more steps involving computers, little memory sticks, and lots of wasted paper. Printing my photos takes time now and learning to place them in my paintings, lopping off positions on the canvas to display them, is copping a plea to artistic originality. Yes, taking the steps of pushing the technology cart tidies the process of making art but isn’t a slew of messy materials the link to making masterpieces.
Friday, February 3rd, 2012
Topping our own movie appearance standards last week was the showing of our film last week at the Big Picture Theater in Waitsfield, Vermont. Needing mouthwatering burgers to go with our movie popcorn, we ate kind of early dinner in the theater restaurant and later, after the movie, looked like movie star leading men taking questions from the, practically buying beers for us on the spot, audience. It might not be a warm place to walk around in but possibly Vermonters, in the winter, clap the loudest for wretches-in-arms, Tracy and Larry.
I am past Pascal’s paying me to pose for your staring at movie star pleasure. The bigger issue is noted Tracy’s leading man, posturing to look like another version of Michael Jackson in listed as best work, party music, all classic soul dance number, Thriller. The noteworthiness of owning picture of Tracy is that he makes opportunities to communicate ideas with him a movement towards looking at learning to advocate for oneself as a greater vocation than cleaning parquet floors and doing dishes in a restaurant.
Others would say that he owns property on island of presumption of competence in Syracuse University because of his looking at mental capacity as a function of the natives of the speech world accepting immigrants from the non-speech world into, knotty with mostly negative beliefs, normal society.
Tuesday, October 4th, 2011
My sister, nothing like obstinate, very stubborn brother, Sally went with us out to California this past week on our plentiful with picture-friendly fans, pining to pose with us, trip to the city of Chapman. We presented our film on people like Larry and Tracy partying like powerful writers around the world to college students and faculty, opening professorial kinds of Ivy League minds to a more idiosyncratic form of mentality, nonconforming to typical intellectual standards.
Opportunities to learn more about opinions of Larry and Tracy on special education and learning in regular classrooms pistolled people’s thinking less about test scores and more about lifting potential creative talents of students with disabilities above platform of labels to a level of outside the box of expectations performance.
Larry and Tracy also got to Whittier really popularly listed as new capital of voice and typing supports on the West, close to Pacific Ocean, Coast. It was lots of fun to see old friends and kick nuanced flavors of microbrewered beers into my thirsty mouth.
Monday, August 29th, 2011
Piling on waves many times into my body makes nicer inspiration to wring ideas from my lettered brain than any pint of beer I could ingest. Meeting of thinking, angling your body for next wave and kicking up pools of people-friendly splashes gets music of Neptune taking land in my, weirdly oriented towards tasteful tunes of the progressive rock style, ears. It’s winnowing down my autistic tension like a large, open bottle of beer on ice that the ocean lowers its booming waves over in a soothing rush of salt water. Order influx of ocean into your life and try out your surfing large waves for pleasurable sensations abilities.
Thursday, July 28th, 2011
Appearing at totally communication centered conference, MIT more as meaningful in technological progress than artistic creativity hosted, in Boston last week, Tracy and I looked at newly printed, signed happily with my old school Larry signature, DVDs and positioned ourselves as old-time actors on a stage of lettered opportunity to share our message on opening windows of popularity for people with limited communication.
Occupying classes in beginning patterns of typing support of people like me without protest was myself and my trusty case manager, Erin, opting out of her regular work to really earn style-points for driving partner of Larry’s wandering around the keyboard movements.
Willed to me were many memorable moments of watching roads to expressive communication being paved over with, soundly grounded in good practices, mastery of doors to voice and life purposefulness.
Okay. Overly wordy Larry needs to look at entering school of shorthand communication.
Larry and his case manager, Erin at the ICI Conference at the MIT Media Lab in Boston, July 20
Thursday, July 14th, 2011
It was a pleasing opportunity to kick our DVD release into the end zone of the Autism Society of America’s popular annual conference last post-July Fourth week-end.
Willing to let total work of leading presentation to planner, practiced Powerpointer, Gerry, Tracy and I mumbled our prepared, typed commentary to the, entirely Oprah Winfrey-ing our every word, picture-popping, audience at the gala-ready convention center in Orlando.
It was lots of opera-like applause that we milked, signing DVDs and posing for movie star, passing as old actors like Ted Danson of B-movie stardom, pictures.
Wednesday, June 29th, 2011
People in my church in Milton, Vermont looked at my movie for the first time this weekend and probably had a more than religious experience. Putting my stuttering voice to work, I made a very loosely articulated, keeping peoples attention, doing an impression of good-for-voice practice on podium’s speech, thanking people for coming.
And popularly known as Larry’s awesomely proud sister, Sally propped me up with articulation of kinds of words and syllables that are good to type presentations with but not good to try when looking for verbal clarity at nice church functions. It could be the start of my loudmouth, news anchor career.
Larry, sister Sally, and mom Alma attend church together in Milton, Vermont
Wednesday, June 8th, 2011
The timing of our Tampa, Florida show times this week is like making strawberry shortcake on Independence Day. Potentially organizing my packing will include shorts and a baggy, more open to massive waistlines perforated with finely sown on insignia labels of minor sports star designers, bathing suits. Lapping only Tracy and I on totally domesticated for tourists’ beach will be Harvey and Pascal in their originally made for Olympians running shorts.
Powers of suggestion on TV lead us to living our movie star lives out under the moon light except when we are pleased to sleep in our own beds back in Vermont. There the topnotch philosophy of including Larry and Tracy in every major newspaper except Fox news rags gives us the confidence to name ourselves movie, People magazine still needs to key a story on, stars.
Oprah Winfrey, of course, looking always for seriously earthshaking stories to move people’s emotions, pivoting on opinions about social issues, is really more used to jabberers both on her show and in her book club but we can pop corks of marvelously like champagne, bottled up for years but now like a dormant volcano exploding into the skies, ideas to get her attention.
Move over talk show hosts. We are ready for prime time.
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