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No Google for Grandma!

by Trudy W Schuett on 06/26/13

We missed our fundraising goal, so unfortunately the research into #GLASS for elders and disabled will have to wait until the cost is not so prohibitive. 
Meanwhile, as soon as the money we did collect comes thru from PayPal, I'll be returning donations from supporters. Thank you to everybody who supported this idea! It would've been very cool, but hey, I guess it just wasn't meant to be.
This does not mean I won't be continuing to work to improve the quality of life for elders in Arizona. There is another project waiting in the wings! I'll be announcing the details of the next project as soon as we have things firmed up.

14 days left - #Glass to Remember

by Trudy W Schuett on 06/11/13

Well, the end is in sight. Unfortunately, the money is only 1/3 of the way there! 

Any group/organization/business that donates $500 or more will have promotional benefits including: their company/group logo on my jacket, link from the project website as long as the project goes, and a mention in the press releases I send out about the project.

If you're an individual donating $100 or more, you'll be listed in the supporter thanks section on the website (if you choose) and an invitation to the first private demonstration event.

$20 or less (hey, every dollar helps) you'll have my undying gratitude and your name listed in the supporter section of the website. If you choose.

Use the PayPal button here on the site, and you're done!

Let's send Grandma to Google!

Glass to Remember - the Next Wave!

by Trudy W Schuett on 05/17/13

My Glass to Remember project has been given the blessing of the Desert Southwest chapter of the Alzheimer's Association! 

That's one thing to be excited about. I've also got the AWC Small business Development Center on board as well. They'll be helping me make a video and promote the project. In return, I'll be helping one of the speakers - Vanessa Blackburn at the Go Digital Yuma event next week, and also trying to get some more business sponsors! 

Since the indiegogo fundraiser is now officially over, I've added a PayPal button to my regular website, which I think is probably easier for everybody, to have everything in one place.

At Google I/O 2013 - developer's conference - the word as of yesterday was that Glass Explorers (that's me) will be invited to get their Glass "soon." Frustrating, I know, but it does give me some time to raise the money to get there!

Note there is a PayPal button up near the top of the page, so please donate a few bucks if you can! If you've got a business and would like some promotion for your company in Silicon Valley, shoot me an e-mail or message me on FB (links to all that on the left, if you're on desktop/laptop or below if you're on mobile) and we'll talk! 

Yuma believes in Glass!

by Trudy W Schuett on 05/11/13

On Thursday I was at my Harness the Power meeting, and I was talking about the Glass to Remember project, when all of a sudden people started handing me money!

So it looks like this project will really happen!  

Monday morning I'm going to be on Vanessa Blackburn's Digital Download program on KBLU, and May 22 I'm going to be at the Go Digital Yuma event sponsored by the Yuma Sun.

I'm very open to business/organizational sponsorship. I'd love to be a walking billboard for Yuma in Silicon Valley!

So things are really taking off. I also heard that Glass as an add-on to prescription glasses will be available by the end of the year.

There are only 4 days left in the online campaign, so if you're not local to Yuma but want to get on board, the time is now!

Meanwhile, what questions do you have about the project?  You can message me on Facebook (link on the left) or leave a comment here!

 

Shock and horror at Meteor Crater

by Trudy W Schuett on 04/17/13

I was born in Detroit and lived in suburban Livonia until moving into the city in 1978. Then we relocated to Yuma AZ in 1986.

I made the trip with my son, Sean and the hamster, Roddy the Rodent in my station wagon. We stopped at every single Historical Marker along the way, a good strategy when you're traveling with a seven-year-old boy.

There are 18 time zones between Michigan and Arizona in late summer, we found. So when we crossed the Arizona border, we figured we could get to the Meteor Crater, (which is after all a must-see attraction) either three hours after they closed or with twenty minutes to spare.

So, fueled on Coca-cola and candy bars, we pressed on, and arrived at the Meteor Crater with an hour and fifteen minutes before they closed. This is not one of those places where you really need to take a week to see everything. It is essentially a big hole in the ground. I'd seen it before on one of our family vacations when I was a kid.

I was no stranger to Arizona, but this time around Arizona was stranger to me than I ever expected. We paid our five dollars or whatever it was, looked around inside at the rocks and other cosmic memorabilia, and walked thru the funhouse exit. We headed for the railing, and that's when things got weird.

Sean was chatting away, leaning over the railing and looking...DOWN! really liking this thing, and all I could do was stand in one spot. In fact, by the time he noticed I wasn't right behind him, I'd somehow managed to inch up to a wall and flatten myself against it, wishing there were handles because I felt like the slightest move would send me plummeting into the abyss.

Not in the least affected by the fact he was inches away from a thousands of feet deep chasm, Sean wandered back to where I was almost hysterical because I was sure he'd fall in, and asked me what I was doing.

I had no idea; all I wanted right then was to go inside. He was good with that. He'd seen what he wanted to see. He headed for the door, but looked back and saw I wasn't moving.

Now there comes a time in every person's life when their role as child becomes reversed and they become the parent. Neither of us I'm sure had expected that day to come so soon, but there it is. By now it was ten minutes to closing and we were the only people left outside. So it was up to Sean to peel me off the wall and guide me over to the safety of the inside.

Then everything was normal again. Or so I thought. Inside, I could see there were still people coming in. I made a comment to the lady taking the money, something to the effect that those folks better hurry, and got an odd look in return.

Then she smiled. "Oh," she said. "You must be on Arizona time!"

Sean and I looked at each other and ran for the car. We couldn't get back to the interstate fast enough.

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