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My kids raised $230! So proud of them! #relayforlife #beatcancer #proudteacher
DINNER
So at the deaf dinner now and its not going quite as I planned but everyone is having fun and learning lots of new words!!!
I know I've been slacking I'm sorry but things are busy around my town in the summer. I just fell that some of you need an idea. My skills have been diminishing, why you ask, because the deaf community close to me is not very large and to find activities I have to drive hours away. So for all of those people who love signing and having difficulty make your own deaf dinner invite all your friends who are interested in learning, bring some books, flash cards help them out teach them something. Mine will be next week and if it goes well I will be adding photos!!! Cant wait to tell you about mine and hope to read about yours Ill tag it as -deaf dinner.
I fell like we need a challenge why not try interpreting your favorite poem so we can all hear some good poems?
Numbers in Khmer Sign Language!
Get Off My Newsfeed: Break Up or Make Up (ASL Tut)
… ‘cause we all know a few Katy Perry hot n’ cold couples …
I’m gonna learn to sign this omfg
Yesterday, Deaf rapper Signmark from Finland came to NYU to perform.
As a proud to-be-audiologist and 2nd level ASL student, I’m so so so proud of Signmark. But all that aside, his music is pretty catchy. My friends and I were being “those crazy people” in the back dancing and signing along.
I chatted with him for an interview, and he is so sweet yet extremely passionate and eager to share his music with everyone and anyone, deaf or hearing. I feel like artists like Marko Vuoriheimo ( Signmark) can really help bridge the gap between the hearing and deaf community all around he world.
Deaf Mom denied service in the drive thru and watch what they threatened to do.
I am fighting for one word—accessible.
This is the kind of an access every Deaf patients need.
It Does Get Better - The L Project (Signed and Subtitled)
very cool!!! please share.
I hit the wood shop today with Ryan Hoover, my professor from my Fabrication Technologies class, to test the tools to determine what information he gains from the sounds they make and see if we could come up with ideas of how that can be adapted for deaf users.
There was this guy named William Stokoe (pronounced stow-kee). He showed the world that they were wrong and gave a sizable population of the world something to be proud of.
Before Stokoe came to Gallaudet College for the Deaf (now Gallaudet University), people around the world didn’t think that...
Early-1932, after seeing a photograph in the New York Times of the great Helen Keller at the top of the newly-opened Empire State Building, Dr. John Finley wrote to her and asked what she really “saw” from that height. Keller — famously both deaf and blind from a very early age — responded with the incredible letter seen below, within which lies one of the greatest, most evocative descriptions of the skyscraper and its surroundings ever to have been written. A truly beautiful letter. (Source: AFB; Image: Helen Keller in 1956, via.)
January 13, 1932 Dear Dr. Finley: After many days and many tribulations which are inseparable from existence here below, I sit down to the pleasure of writing to you and answering your delightful question, “What Did You Think ‘of the Sight’ When You Were on the Top of the Empire Building?” Frankly, I was so entranced “seeing” that I did not think about the sight. If there was a subconscious thought of it, it was in the nature of gratitude to God for having given the blind seeing minds. As I now recall the view I had from the Empire Tower, I am convinced that, until we have looked into darkness, we cannot know what a divine thing vision is. Perhaps I beheld a brighter prospect than my companions with two good eyes. Anyway, a blind friend gave me the best description I had of the Empire Building until I saw it myself. Do I hear you reply, “I suppose to you it is a reasonable thesis that the universe is all a dream, and that the blind only are awake?” Yes – no doubt I shall be left at the Last Day on the other bank defending the incredible prodigies of the unseen world, and, more incredible still, the strange grass and skies the blind behold are greener grass and bluer skies than ordinary eyes see. I will concede that my guides saw a thousand things that escaped me from the top of the Empire Building, but I am not envious. For imagination creates distances and horizons that reach to the end of the world. It is as easy for the mind to think in stars as in cobble-stones. Sightless Milton dreamed visions no one else could see. Radiant with an inward light, he send forth rays by which mankind beholds the realms of Paradise. But what of the Empire Building? It was a thrilling experience to be whizzed in a “lift” a quarter of a mile heavenward, and to see New York spread out like a marvellous tapestry beneath us. There was the Hudson – more like the flash of a sword-blade than a noble river. The little island of Manhattan, set like a jewel in its nest of rainbow waters, stared up into my face, and the solar system circled about my head! Why, I thought, the sun and the stars are suburbs of New York, and I never knew it! I had a sort of wild desire to invest in a bit of real estate on one of the planets. All sense of depression and hard times vanished, I felt like being frivolous with the stars. But that was only for a moment. I am too static to feel quite natural in a Star View cottage on the Milky Way, which must be something of a merry-go-round even on quiet days. I was pleasantly surprised to find the Empire Building so poetical. From every one except my blind friend I had received an impression of sordid materialism – the piling up of one steel honeycomb upon another with no real purpose but to satisfy the American craving for the superlative in everything. A Frenchman has said, in his exalted moments the American fancies himself a demigod, nay, a god; for only gods never tire of the prodigious. The highest, the largest, the most costly is the breath of his vanity. Well, I see in the Empire Building something else – passionate skill, arduous and fearless idealism. The tallest building is a victory of imagination. Instead of crouching close to earth like a beast, the spirit of man soars to higher regions, and from this new point of vantage he looks upon the impossible with fortified courage and dreams yet more magnificent enterprises. What did I “see and hear” from the Empire Tower? As I stood there ‘twixt earth and sky, I saw a romantic structure wrought by human brains and hands that is to the burning eye of the sun a rival luminary. I saw it stand erect and serene in the midst of storm and the tumult of elemental commotion. I heard the hammer of Thor ring when the shaft began to rise upward. I saw the unconquerable steel, the flash of testing flames, the sword-like rivets. I heard the steam drills in pandemonium. I saw countless skilled workers welding together that mighty symmetry. I looked upon the marvel of frail, yet indomitable hands that lifted the tower to its dominating height. Let cynics and supersensitive souls say what they will about American materialism and machine civilization. Beneath the surface are poetry, mysticism and inspiration that the Empire Building somehow symbolizes. In that giant shaft I see a groping toward beauty and spiritual vision. I am one of those who see and yet believe. I hope I have not wearied you with my “screed” about sight and seeing. The length of this letter is a sign of long, long thoughts that bring me happiness. I am, with every good wish for the New Year, Sincerely yours, Helen Keller