tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-151102192008-10-01T07:39:55.718-07:00Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-33492368352332260672008-09-28T20:07:00.000-07:002008-09-28T20:08:53.192-07:00

"First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, then you win." - Gandhi

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Google Introduces Closed Captioned Video Search Google, the world's most popular search engine, recently introduced an advanced search feature that allows users to find closed captioned video on the Internet. To use the search feature, go to video.google.com/videoadvancedsearch, type in keywords for videos you wish to find and select the box "Subtitles: search only for closed captioned videos."

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Beautiful Video. There's offscreen verbal narration if you can't follow the ASL.

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Who knew the measure of our happiness would be the afternoon polling data from Virginia? White men between the ages of 45 and 54 who attend church less than once a month and have bowled at least a 200 game in the last year and are divorced from their first wives and own two cars, one mower, three dogs and two guns, one which they named Big Spanky? Who do they favor? Said information is fed

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Sometimes, I sit down to write filled with a love for the world that I can’t contain. Oh precious world and its moments of celestial tenderness! Just this afternoon, I was walking Otis across a ballfield, and closed my eyes and felt the clumps of grass beneath my soles, every step different, unique, perfect. It was cool and cloudy and the softball team was stretching nearby, gearing up for a

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The Unheard picked up an award. Thanks for reading.

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Well then, so much going on its hard to know what to say or do. Polls bouncing like superballs, national political figures lying like a low ozone haze, students, and teachers and administrators and tests and papers and lectures and powerpoints and more geez, another niece born! Jane Aviva, welcome. You're lovely. We are trying our best to leave you with something worth the fighting for.

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The students have arrived; from all over the world the students have arrived. The summer-sleepy, sunbaked campus is awash with youth and energy. Skateboarders race down the main oval. Members of the basketball team dribble down to the gym and back, carboload in the dining hall, compare muscles gained in summer workouts. There’s a brand new football field, a mix of sand and turf and old tires

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-69394655517821207172008-08-18T23:13:00.001-07:002008-08-18T23:35:57.670-07:00

I had a dream Of a different world. In this different world, the sky was the color of sunset all day long and at sunset turned a shade of blue that lit up everyone from within. In that blue hour, everyone was struck with grievous sorrow for the offenses they had committed on each other during the long day, in their actions and their thoughts. They stopped where they were, on sidewalks

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On the buffet line in a Virginia hotel A tall young man with kind eyes says My brother was nine, normal, happy. And then a tumor exploded in his brain. I said: I'm sorry. I was putting broccoli on my plate. He said: No. Don't be. He has given me gifts beyond diamonds. He is blind and deaf and we don't know how much he's there. But he's there. He is. He's there. He makes me laugh. I said:

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Gallaudet. Hope all's well with you.

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A few things before I head down to DC later this week... First, this beautiful post by Mike (my co-teacher) about his first week at Gallaudet. He expertly describes the issues swirling around the school and the community. Second, then there's this development to consider. Finally, on a lighter note: check out Wide Mouth Grin, a Colorado band headlined by a deaf singer/guitarist. Strange days

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Olivia and Otis meet on the shore of a purple ocean. Behind them, the world burns in its own selfishness, and shivering travelers light their own clothes on fire to stay warm. Stars drift across the sky like drunken bees. Olivia: Otis how are the waves? Otis: Rough Olivia: Is that your canoe? Is it fiberglass? Otis: Bark. Olivia: I see. Did you sand it at least or is it still – Otis: Rough

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Ah man, I was doing my bestest to ignore this bloggo right into the deep rearview but my nemesis Jacko had time on his hands and raised this very good point: "Who cares if you have work to do and are too busy, you created that blog-o-baby and it needs constant feeding." Aight, Jack. You'll get yours. Where to start? Summer in the burbs and hot as tick fart. When Otis and I hit the woods for

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Here's a link to the Clarke School commencement address with some pictures of the ceremony. Lovely day.

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Hey all. Sorry I haven’t written. I hope you all are well. Lovely world keeps turning, bringing surprises and deadlines and new responsibilities, pushing the blog down on the to-do list. And even if, hypothetically, a semi-retired communications expert now living in a populated southeastern city with too much time on his hands were sending me stalker-like emails, I still can’t always find the

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On Tuesday, I’m going to JFK to pick up a young woman from Israel and bring her to Port Authority. A few years ago she was sitting on a bus in Jerusalem when a young Arabic man sat down next to her. She turned to him. “Hello,” she said, and turned to look back out the window. He blew himself up. The woman was rushed to the hospital. Major veins were ripped open and the doctors didn’t think

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Just returned from a screening of Hear and Now, Ilene Taylor Brodsky's deeply personal and touching documentary about the decision of her sixty five year-old parents to get cochlear implants. It's not a political film but it is an engrossing and emotional one that makes a concerned effort to convey a certain deaf experience. The film will premiere on HBO this Thursday, May 8th at 8pm. I had

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Back in gray New York after a whirlwind week in LA. What is there to say about that city? The sun is always shining, the traffic is polite, beautiful people racewalk along the sidewalks with their handweights and hands-free phones and have blonde children and drive hybrids and do so many beautiful things. I’m starting to like it actually. My nieces live there and each afternoon they make

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Sometimes you don’t feel like writing. Sometimes, for weeks, the only thing you really feel like doing is taking a walk in the woods. To me writing has always been about -- in whatever form, whatever context -- inching a little closer to the truth. But sometimes you don’t want to know. A speech in Fremont, a classroom in New Haven, a reunion on Nantucket, a library fundraiser in the long

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Every morning Otis and I drive to Saxon Woods and go for a run on the trails. The woods are hilly and the air has a real chill. Thoughts come and go with the hills. What I refuse or don’t know how to deal with comes to me in disguise. Our lives are the reckoning on our lives. But our lives are not our lives.

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On the Website appearances page it says that the reading at the NYU School of Social work is at 6pm today (April 7th). That reading is tomorrow, the 8th, at 6:30. Please don't come on the wrong day! Thanks

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Gray day and chill, with a tricky wind that finds every crevice. I take Otis to the forest. It’s still bare from winter, the trees like memories of themselves. Leaves carpet the ground, achy from all the rains. Pairs of birds arrive from the south and flirt through the skies. I’d seen John Adams the night before and wonder now if General Washington will appear over that next rise. We start

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Hi Everyone...having a little trouble getting the appearances page on the website updated. Here are some upcoming events: April 3, PBS Cable Channel A half-hour interview on "Connie Martinson's Talks Books" Check local listings for channel and time. Rebroadcast on April 26. (note: doesn’t seem to be on in the NYC area. You can watch it on her website.) April 8, 6:30pm, New York, NY A reading

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About the first deaf player in the NBA. Smart as a whip, yet his old coach had him tested for learning disabilities. Sound familiar to anyone?

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