I got an email this morning about an ASL poet named Angus English, with a few of his pieces on YouTube. For those of you lacking the ASL skills, have no fear, they are captioned for the Signing Impaired.
Powerful pieces.
Runnin* Away
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qL6bhLVsH0
Final Taboo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgISNraFFal
In The Army Now
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8y3W4dpuiak
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Number, the First
I'm not a blogger. Really.
Just ask my wife, who TWICE purchased my "paid" status over at livejournal, only for me not to post anything. I start to blog on occasion, but drop it. Is this another such attempt? Who knows? But I persevere.
My intent on these pages is to allow a glimpse into how my mind works. It can, at times, range from witty to borderline demented. Fair warning.
So, I found myself doing well this morning. Both Courtney and I needed to be out early this morning, so we got the kids all dressed and ready to go and out the door right when we needed to go...or so I thought.
I arrived at work just a bit before 7:30, a time I was told we would need to leave the hospital by to make it to the patient's morning appointment (a time I THOUGHT was 8).
NOPE. The patient's appointment was, in fact, scheduled for 7:30, and we needed to leave by 7.
Can't catch a break, can I?
Needless to say, all went well otherwise.
Just ask my wife, who TWICE purchased my "paid" status over at livejournal, only for me not to post anything. I start to blog on occasion, but drop it. Is this another such attempt? Who knows? But I persevere.
My intent on these pages is to allow a glimpse into how my mind works. It can, at times, range from witty to borderline demented. Fair warning.
So, I found myself doing well this morning. Both Courtney and I needed to be out early this morning, so we got the kids all dressed and ready to go and out the door right when we needed to go...or so I thought.
I arrived at work just a bit before 7:30, a time I was told we would need to leave the hospital by to make it to the patient's morning appointment (a time I THOUGHT was 8).
NOPE. The patient's appointment was, in fact, scheduled for 7:30, and we needed to leave by 7.
Can't catch a break, can I?
Needless to say, all went well otherwise.
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