tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76912212961366502952024-03-13T14:08:26.625-04:00In My Write MindEmbracing the advantage of DyslexiaAndrea Boffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11820231082854608623noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691221296136650295.post-54551286039596993322010-02-02T21:47:00.001-05:002010-02-02T21:51:30.175-05:00Basic Abilities that All Dyslexics ShareIf you are dyslexic, you have to understand what your mind can do differently than other types of minds. The mental functions that cause dyslexia are special. The basic abilities that dyslexics share include:<br />
<ol><li>The ability to alter and create perceptions </li>
<li>Acute, 3D awareness of their surroundings</li>
<li>The heightened sense of curiousity</li>
<li>The natural tendency to think in images - not words</li>
<li>The enhanced intuition and insight</li>
<li>Multi-dimensional perception using all senses</li>
<li>The ability to experience thought as reality</li>
<li>Heightened vividness of imagination</li>
</ol><div>Check out these great books:<br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gift-Dyslexia-Smartest-People-Read/dp/039952293X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1265165372&sr=8-1">Gift of Dyslexia</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Minds-Eye-Thinkers-Difficulties-Creativity/dp/1573921556/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1265165409&sr=1-1">In the Mind's Eye</a></div>Andrea Boffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11820231082854608623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691221296136650295.post-76395456174982513072010-01-31T11:57:00.002-05:002010-01-31T12:02:53.546-05:00Seeing the Way a Dyslexic Might See<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwZLFTW4OGY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwZLFTW4OGY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
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This is a series of animations that depict "the dancing letters of dyslexia". They were created at Coventry University by working with dyslexic kids for the purpose of demystifying Visual Dylexia. This is an example of how I see. It's great, actually. I reasoned early that if my mind could do this then I could control it and I used my belly button as a tool - imaging that it was the center of gravity - and I sucked the letters back to a line. Sometimes I created the "line" in my head; sometimes with a ruler or edge of a piece of paper.<br />
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“How did you use your word this week?” Grandpa would ask.<br />
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Every week, he gave us a word that we had to use - and on Sunday mornings the report was due. “Grandpa, the teacher said there was no such word as </span></span> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Umber</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.” “And what did you tell her?” he asked. “She said I had it wrong (ignoring his question) she said it was amber.” “And what did you say?” he asked. “I said look it up in the dictionary.”</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was 5 years old and I had the teacher in a headlock. My grandfather’s eyes glistened. “You’re never too old to learn”, he said. <br />
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It’s been more than 50 years since that scene occurred, but my love for words and learning continue because of those Sunday morning lessons.</span></span> <br />
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Now you can read it: <a href="http://dyslexicbrian.com/category/inspirational-stories/">http://dyslexicbrian.com/category/inspirational-stories/</a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dyslexia has helped me understand that there are powerful differences in the ways human minds are wired and I respect others wiring even as I respect my own. There are many ways a mind can be wired – dyslexia is just one – and they are all very fascinating. I embrace this wiring. I know the pitfalls and the glories of it and that there is so much to learn from a person with a 3-D mind.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">I hope you enjoy the story. Thanks for all your support.</span></span>Andrea Boffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11820231082854608623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691221296136650295.post-1850055667435874782010-01-24T10:46:00.000-05:002010-01-24T10:46:43.003-05:00Writers write so readers must read ...As writers we rely heavily on the ability of other to read. We actually take it for granted. The statistics are sobering, however. More than 42 million American adults can't read at all*. The number of adults classified as functially illiterate icreases by about <a href="http://education-portal.com/articles/Grim_Illiteracy_Statistics_Indicate_Americans_Have_a_Reading_Problem.html">2.25 million each year</a>. Of our high school graduates, 20% can be classified as functionally illiterate at the time of graduation.<br />
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There are lots of pundits pondering the issue. But we seem to have I.Q. log jam on this - unable to formulate a solution. One thing for sure, there will be less writers if there are less readers and a polarization of effective leadership if we don't get this sorted out.<br />
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So writers - we need to get involved or we will lose our audiences. And worse than that, we may just atrophy our ability to communicate.<br />
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<b>Some Books:</b><br />
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<a href="http://www.bookfinder.com/dir/i/Why_Johnny_Still_Cant_Read-A_New_Look_at_the_Scandal_of_Our_Schools/0060910313/"></a><a href="http://www.bookfinder.com/dir/i/Why_Johnny_Still_Cant_Read-A_New_Look_at_the_Scandal_of_Our_Schools/0060910313/">Franz Flesch - Why Johnny Still Can't Read</a><br />
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Literacy-Helping-Students-Construct-Meaning/dp/0618907084/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1264347895&sr=8-1">Literacy: Helping Students Construct Meaning</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/50-Literacy-Strategies-Step-Step/dp/0135158168/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1264347961&sr=8-2">50 Literacy Strategies</a><br />
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When my mom first opened books<br />
across my lap for quiet looks<br />
the pictures dazzled at a glance<br />
and every word got up and danced.<br />
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The “T” and “H” spun with the “E”<br />
and all for the delight of me<br />
but they would not be still enough<br />
for me to learn to read the stuff.<br />
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They would not sit on the line<br />
so I stopped them with my mind<br />
imagining them spatially<br />
I sucked them down with gravity.<br />
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They quivered on the sentence shelf<br />
till I could read them all myself -<br />
And when I finished paragraphs<br />
I let them all back up to dance.<br />
Andrea Boff Sutton © 2009
Andrea Boffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11820231082854608623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691221296136650295.post-60447762198403115842010-01-20T22:03:00.004-05:002010-01-20T22:05:38.091-05:00A Beautiful Skateboard Design<div style="text-align:center;line-height:150%"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/obey_factory_deck_skateboard-186528141348116821?gl=obeyskateboards&complete=false&group=all&lifeStyle=comp_8_18&rf=238665995745911515"><img src="http://rlv.zcache.com/obey_factory_deck_skateboard-p1865281413481168212v8wx_500.jpg" alt="OBEY Factory Deck skateboard" style="border:0;" /></a><br />
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This is a big wow. The whole "Obey" design system is a beautiful brand. Check it out.Andrea Boffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11820231082854608623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691221296136650295.post-5458956927712002722010-01-20T16:10:00.003-05:002010-01-20T16:13:02.352-05:00There's Something So Cool about Seeing Your Sketch on a Shirt<div style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/cirque_a_the_ring_master_tshirt-235814966710611348?gl=Thunderhead&group=mens&lifestyle=classic&rf=238665995745911515"><img alt="cirque_A The Ring Master shirt" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/cirque_a_the_ring_master_tshirt-p2358149667106113482zqvr_325.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /></a><br />
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In this series I am focusing on acrobats as metaphoric figures for America. Here is a little video sketchbook that introduces the series. Paintings will start to post soon. The sketches are done in a Moleskine sketchbook. I belong to a thriving artists community call <a href="http://www.skineart.com/">http://www.skineart.com/</a> and you will find 1000s of artists from around the world sketching in the same kind of book. The mini movie below features pages from my Moleskine that is dedicated to this series.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> When setting the table, I always gave my father the fork with the twisted tine. He never caught on to this as a form of punishment, but it was my adolescent “</span></span><i><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">fork you</span></span></i><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">” - a contemplated response for baring up under his thumb. That thumb was heavy on my head during silent drives to school, meant to save me from “slipping on ice” and stumbling on concrete. I craved a chance to slip and stumble. </span></span></span><br />
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Freedom came with a warm Spring. First, there was mysterious conversation between parents, and whispered pleading - then darting eyes - then wisdom in a bedroom late at night - all added up to the shocker announcement over oatmeal: “Your father says you can start walking.” He folded his newspaper and swung from the chair. I jumped up with a squeal, hoisted my whithered leg into the air and set my clock for 6:00 am. <br />
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The first week of everything is training. It took three days of navigating around uneven sidewalks, dirt walkways, and boys who taunted “retard”, to get my first taste of “I can lick the world”. And it was savory. </span></span> </span><br />
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</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On the fourth day Adventure rustled me from bed and I was early on the street, before the taunting boys. Adrenalin pumped. I braved my first detour, taking a hard left down Merrick Way, and aimed for the unknown.<br />
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The houses were old and the trees were sprawling. Peach colored sunlight spiraled through the leaves and all was lazy, slow and quiet except for a distant ticking. Ticking - so slight a sound, I had to stop my heart to hear it. Leaning into an oak, I focused my ears and steadied my weight on the heaves of ground. Tick. Tick. Tick. And then ...</span></span> <br />
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</div>I did this painting a few years ago and dedicated it to folks who can't read. You know, there are about 100,000,000 in America who can't read at all or who read under a 6th grade level.Andrea Boffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11820231082854608623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691221296136650295.post-4665337630642116782010-01-02T09:10:00.006-05:002010-01-06T18:53:43.789-05:00Make the Letters Stop Dancing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXYkfY_H8w9wKnmlNWxeria4tai2w3XLelwfnCGINDJS_YhdqXfSFq_iSLy9kzGfeGE0AVuLzpBpuu-qQ12MPk0DFX7eWBNb-DXJXGJq_0YxOxwMkBC0wazzOZ31UJQntDA0g3cFqGOI/s1600-h/dancinletters2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXYkfY_H8w9wKnmlNWxeria4tai2w3XLelwfnCGINDJS_YhdqXfSFq_iSLy9kzGfeGE0AVuLzpBpuu-qQ12MPk0DFX7eWBNb-DXJXGJq_0YxOxwMkBC0wazzOZ31UJQntDA0g3cFqGOI/s320/dancinletters2.png" /></a><br />
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When my mom first opened books<br />
across my lap for quiet looks<br />
the pictures dazzled at a glance<br />
and every word got up and danced.<br />
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The “T” and “H” spun with the “E”<br />
and all for the delight of me<br />
but they would not be still enough<br />
for me to learn to read the stuff.<br />
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They would not sit on the line<br />
so I stopped them with my mind<br />
imagining them spatially<br />
I sucked them down with gravity.<br />
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They quivered on the sentence shelf<br />
till I could read them all myself -<br />
And when I finished paragraphs<br />
I let them all back up to dance.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Andrea Boff Sutton © 2009</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Watch for the entire dance of the alphabet @ Alphadance.blogspot.com</span><br />
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</span>Andrea Boffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11820231082854608623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691221296136650295.post-35076847397916874382010-01-01T20:53:00.000-05:002010-01-01T20:54:29.959-05:00A Quick Fact About How Dyslexics Read<span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dyslexics share a unique brain architecture and unusual wiring. People with dyslexia do not use the same part of their brain when reading as other people. Regular readers consistently use the same part of their brain when they read. People with dyslexia do n</span></span><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ot .</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's hard to know what you don't know. But when the letters obeyed, I could read. It took a few years to stop my head nodding at every syllable though.</span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The dyslexic belly button trick did not solve the syllabic </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">head bobbing. So, follow the blog because that story's a cliff hanger.</span></span></span></span><br />
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