CSI: Zoom in, Enhance!

You see it all the time on these CSI type shows, zoom in on the glasses and enhance it to see the reflection.

It’s real. Sort of. We had this photo taken recently by our friend Luke from Luke Munro Photography, and I noticed a slight reflection on the lens.

CSI Time 1So I zoomed in on the lens of Bernie’s glasses and did an simple “Auto-Level” in Paint.NET.

CSI Time 2Not only can you see Luke with his camera on the right, but also the couple who had been on the beach and were nice enough to move for the photo.

You won’t be able to identify them in any way, and this is a 10Mb high resolution shot taken with a Canon EOD 5D Mark II. It’s not going to happen with an iPhone photo or a surveillance camera, but I think it’s pretty cool!

World autism awareness day

Today is world autism awareness day. 

 

What does that mean for me? To me it means awareness of myself. I’m self diagnosed high functioning autistic, with a nod of agreement from the Psycologist I was seeing at the time because she can’t say yes without doing the tests, but both of us knew so why spend the money..
She had recently diagnosed my daughter as high functioning autistic, and in that process Bernie and I had gone throught the symptoms and realised; that’s me, I do that, I can seen that in me, yes, yes, I used to do that, hmmmmmm, I’m seeing a pattern. 
So, I’m on the autism spectrum, so is my 12yo daughter. My wife and 9yo daughter are NTs (Neuro-Typical) a great way of saying normal when you know there is no such thing as normal..
Awareness. I’m slowly become aware of myself, my need for space and quiet. Why something as simple as someone tapping a rhythm on the table can slowly drive me to the point where if I don’t catch it in time, my volcano just explodes and it gets ugly for a while… It gets better with age, and with reading and understanding. I sometimes know the signs. Bernie knows the signs even better, and I’m learning to trust her when she says I need to stop or take a break or walk away.
Being high functioning autistic (formerly known as Aspergers, which was easily shortened to Aspie, maybe I need to try for HFA) means logically being right almost all the time. What happens when a HFA parent tries to parent a HFA child? A small war, is what. Usually with 2 meltdowns, a tired referee and scared younger child. 
What does awareness mean? It means being aware of the Autustic people you know (and might guess). It also means being aware of the NTs that look after them and surround them, love them and have their hearts broken by them. We might even be the lucky ones, we are high functioning, we speak, we can go to the toilet on our own. There are those than can not, and families that surround them and work tirelessly (more likely permanently tiredly) to look after them. 
Be aware, but not alarmed. Just love us, and give us the space we need at times. Love the ones we care about and care for us..
Have an awesome day. 

Basketball Update

Veteran’s basketball lasted all of one week. I woke up the following day with a sore left knee, and a trip to By Design Holistic Health to get the news that I had damaged my medial collateral ligament (MCL) and my posterior cruciate ligament (PCL)! It’s been a bit of a struggle to get my strength back, but mostly because it’s been so busy that I haven’t taken the time to do my exercises!

The U10 Girls have also had a fairly rough time of it since moving up to B Grade. There has been some great work, but it’s hard not to get demoralised when the opposition is a fair bit better and more experienced.

2015 will be a better year!

Veteran’s Basketball

My mum aged several years when I broke it to her that her baby son was playing in a veterans basketball team!

The team was running short of players, I need something to help me stayget fit, and it will help me with my coaching and credibility if I’m in the trenches playing the game as well as coaching.

It’s a fun match, the guys don’t train but we get out there and have some fun. There was plenty of tips for me which was great as it’s been 15 or so years since I’ve played.

Interestingly the jersey I was thrown was number 7, which was my number when I played back in primary school (Winter 1980 Premiers!!!)

The results were about 32-20 down, but some of the guys reckon we should have beaten them, and there are plenty of better and taller teams in the competition. Yikes.