Last night, I watched the segment of Democratic Party National Convention. I noticed something interesting. Too many thumb-up signs. Calm down, John Kerry and John Edwards! Don't overuse it like everyone else is doing with ILY sign! I squeal when Edwards repeated the sign.
You know, in some countries, that thumb-up sign is very offensive. So be careful.
Since we are on the same wavelength, let's look at this -- Democratic Party Convention took place in Boston. This time, for Republicans, they are swarming into New York for the first time in 150 years, primarily because they chose NYC as a way to gain some kind of support of what happened during the 9/11 tragedy. In fact, they pushed the dates to August 29 - September 2.
The majority of Manhattanites are not happy with the fact that Republicans will swarm in this city. They are bringing many problems to Penn Station, Penn Station is located right below the Madison Square Garden, the site of RNC. In an attempt to control people and terrorism, they decided to close the entrances to the Penn Station and leave one open. This is going to be a huge mess for the commuters.
Republicans want to close the roads around MSG, lots of people are suing to keep it open. So much drama. Now with this website running to let the Republicans know that they are not welcome in this magnificent town. I am looking forward to the event on September 1st that might disrupt the Republicans' time in New York. They certainly deserve it very much. They disrupted our lives from time to time, now it's their turn.
Now on a different story, I read this article -- the Sharapova-Myskina tugfest reminded me of the days before at Gallaudet when Heather Whitestone won Miss America, the media quickly flocked to Gallaudet campus and asked some students about their opinions of Heather Whitestone.
Most of our reactions were, "She's not really deaf." Suddenly, a lot of drama ensued in the next few days to a point where Heather Whitestone had to show up and spray us with her voice, "I a m H e a t h e r W h i t e s t o n e a n d I c a n s p e a k v e r y w e l l - - s o c a n y o u ! !"
Gawd.
R-
Friday, July 30, 2004
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Where Are You, My Mennonite Hunk?
When I saw the reality show, Amish In The City, it brought an old flashback of mine from the ancient past. Enjoy.
When I was 11 or 12, I think I was very attractive. I used to sport a tail -- about 5-inch long of thin hair that stands out from the rest of your hair in the back, very typical of a teenager boy in the Appalachian Mountains, I'm afraid to tell.
I was on a school field trip to Eastern Mennonite University to visit the Planetarium, see the dome? Yes, that. However, some students from my deaf school were taking classes in Earth Science and Biology. Off we go to visit the Biology Department and the Planetarium.
There was a student assistant who works with some professor. He is hearing. I still distinctly remembered his name, Paul. Yeah, Paul. Paul himself is Mennonite. It is somewhat a notch below the Amish beliefs, I guess. But Paul is extremely cute. I was incredibly infatuated by his presence. I kept on smiling at him repeatedly when he stared at me inside the dome in the Planetarium. He was probably 19 or 20. He was perfect man, just for me. Dark brown hair with curly ones, not so thin, not so big. Just athletic with a humility look. Whew.
Later in this very room which many PETA members and vegetarians would die of heart attack, the room is fittingly called "Head Room", as you can see the picture on the right, there is tables all way to the top. I sat in the back ... on waaaay back right after the episode in the Planetarium. Paul was busy closing up the Planetarium right after we left, I guess.
Then he came in and sat behind me, he played with my tail from behind as I watched the interpreter signing for 30 to 45 minutes. That time was absolutely bliss. He gently played with my tail and rubbed his hands on my neck. We knew we'd click. But that was not to be.
After leaving EMU, I never saw him again.
*sigh*
There goes my 300th posting.
R-
When I was 11 or 12, I think I was very attractive. I used to sport a tail -- about 5-inch long of thin hair that stands out from the rest of your hair in the back, very typical of a teenager boy in the Appalachian Mountains, I'm afraid to tell.
I was on a school field trip to Eastern Mennonite University to visit the Planetarium, see the dome? Yes, that. However, some students from my deaf school were taking classes in Earth Science and Biology. Off we go to visit the Biology Department and the Planetarium.
There was a student assistant who works with some professor. He is hearing. I still distinctly remembered his name, Paul. Yeah, Paul. Paul himself is Mennonite. It is somewhat a notch below the Amish beliefs, I guess. But Paul is extremely cute. I was incredibly infatuated by his presence. I kept on smiling at him repeatedly when he stared at me inside the dome in the Planetarium. He was probably 19 or 20. He was perfect man, just for me. Dark brown hair with curly ones, not so thin, not so big. Just athletic with a humility look. Whew.
Later in this very room which many PETA members and vegetarians would die of heart attack, the room is fittingly called "Head Room", as you can see the picture on the right, there is tables all way to the top. I sat in the back ... on waaaay back right after the episode in the Planetarium. Paul was busy closing up the Planetarium right after we left, I guess.
Then he came in and sat behind me, he played with my tail from behind as I watched the interpreter signing for 30 to 45 minutes. That time was absolutely bliss. He gently played with my tail and rubbed his hands on my neck. We knew we'd click. But that was not to be.
After leaving EMU, I never saw him again.
*sigh*
There goes my 300th posting.
R-
299th Post, Xanga, Roz & Update with the Malzkuhns
Xanga.com absolutely sucks.
It is irritating to read someone's comments that also attached too many smiley faces. It makes them look so stupid. So easy for me to laugh at them through their comments. You want to comment on them? Register first, fuck it. So it sucks, period.
If you want to express yourself, do it with words. Smileys are so yesterday, thank you very much.
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Let it be known that this is 299th entry. Wow. The 300th entry is coming up next with a secret that will make everyone else smile today or laugh at me. Or amused. Whatever works for you on that day.
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I got an email from a friend of mine who knew that I'd advocate for Dr. Roslyn "Roz" Rosen.
She is a Deaf woman who worked at Gallaudet for many years, she was the Vice-President of Academic Affairs before the current administration discretely drove her out. I am so glad that there are some professors who are working to organize the plans to nominate Dr. Roslyn Rosen for Emerita recognition by the university. I'm all for it. Anyone wants to do this should get in touch with Dr. Berdichevsky.
Dear all:
Please join Tom Baldridge, Rita Jenoure and me in nominating Dr. Roz Rosen for emerita recognition by Gallaudet University. We are gathering letters of support from all over the campus and the deaf community and would like to include one from you. Feel free to comment on any of Roz' accomplishments and contributions to deaf education and to the welfare of deaf communities local, national and international.
Pllease send your letter of support by August 10. You can send it via E-mail to this account (cristina.berdichevsky@gallaudet.edu) or mail it to:
Dr. Cristi Berdichevsky
Foreign Language Department
HMB S 236 H
Gallaudet University
800 Florida Ave, N.E.
Washington DC 20002
Many thanks. - Tom, Rita and Cristiri
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Now with this update, I have the link to the website. Please be sure to check out the video as well. I wonder how the Matriarch of the Malzkuhn clan felt about this. Here is the Pyramid Scheme Targets The Deaf. Don't anyone else agree with me that Robert Roth is cute? *dreaming mode on*
R-
It is irritating to read someone's comments that also attached too many smiley faces. It makes them look so stupid. So easy for me to laugh at them through their comments. You want to comment on them? Register first, fuck it. So it sucks, period.
If you want to express yourself, do it with words. Smileys are so yesterday, thank you very much.
* * *
Let it be known that this is 299th entry. Wow. The 300th entry is coming up next with a secret that will make everyone else smile today or laugh at me. Or amused. Whatever works for you on that day.
* * *
I got an email from a friend of mine who knew that I'd advocate for Dr. Roslyn "Roz" Rosen.
She is a Deaf woman who worked at Gallaudet for many years, she was the Vice-President of Academic Affairs before the current administration discretely drove her out. I am so glad that there are some professors who are working to organize the plans to nominate Dr. Roslyn Rosen for Emerita recognition by the university. I'm all for it. Anyone wants to do this should get in touch with Dr. Berdichevsky.
Dear all:
Please join Tom Baldridge, Rita Jenoure and me in nominating Dr. Roz Rosen for emerita recognition by Gallaudet University. We are gathering letters of support from all over the campus and the deaf community and would like to include one from you. Feel free to comment on any of Roz' accomplishments and contributions to deaf education and to the welfare of deaf communities local, national and international.
Pllease send your letter of support by August 10. You can send it via E-mail to this account (cristina.berdichevsky@gallaudet.edu) or mail it to:
Dr. Cristi Berdichevsky
Foreign Language Department
HMB S 236 H
Gallaudet University
800 Florida Ave, N.E.
Washington DC 20002
Many thanks. - Tom, Rita and Cristiri
* * *
Now with this update, I have the link to the website. Please be sure to check out the video as well. I wonder how the Matriarch of the Malzkuhn clan felt about this. Here is the Pyramid Scheme Targets The Deaf. Don't anyone else agree with me that Robert Roth is cute? *dreaming mode on*
R-
The Malzkuhns
Lots of people are in awe of Mary Malzkuhn who is a professor, teaching Government to several thousands of students for more than 20 years.
I do not find her to be awesome or anything like that. I find her to be rude and arrogant at times.
One time, my good friend told me that a student who is not well known was in her class. When Malzkuhn lectured, that student just stared and nodded a little. It was not bad but a habit of that person to nod, just to affirm what Malzkuhn was lecturing.
Then Mary Malzkuhn shot the student down, "Did I ask you for your approval?"
Then she went back to the lecture, left the student to his own demise. Suffice to say, he withdrew the class after that. Now, is that nice what you did to the student, you little trollop bitch?
On another hand, another situation happened in London. I was there. Long story. To make it short, there was another professor who had a crush with my father. My father ultimately rejected her. She was devastated. She ended up being good friends with my grandmother's sister. Blah, blah. My grandmother and her sister occasionally fights with each other but still loves each other, no matter what. It is just typical of deaf family members to argue then make up, I guess. Somehow, my great aunt told this "professor" about what kind of person I am. That "professor" told Mary. At that time, I personally never met Mary. My opinions toward her was reserved.
That is until, I encountered her abrasive comments in London. It was raining hard, we were lost. We were supposed to visit the Royal National Institute of Deaf (RNID), we went back and forth on the same road, looking for some building. I was getting tired, irritated with being wet. I told Mary that the RNID building "probably is on the other block over there."
Mary then screamed at me, "I AM NOT STUPID! I HAVE DOCTORATE DEGREE, DO YOU? DO YOU? DO YOU?" I was appalled. Then later, she told me that the "professor" told her to watch out for me because I'd criticize her ass. I told her that, "Honey, you just fell for the oldest trick in the books, too bad you are too old to figure it out."
Trust me, she's that old to a point where she actually can pass as a man. Since that fateful day in London, I absolutely have no desire to interact or deal with the Malzkuhns.
Of course, I was horrified to see three offsprings coming in Gallaudet in the next few years with Mary's grandchildren running amok ... Matt, Mez and Megan. All are much different from each other. All possessed their own characteristics but like their grandmother, very outspoken.
Matt never bothered me, he is nice, I *think*.
Mez thinks she's all that. She thinks she's above the world. Too bad, she was banned from attending the graduation ceremony recently. That says a lot about herself, though.
Megan is just different. I actually enjoyed chatting with her. She may be lost in her own ways but she is just cool gal. You rock, Megan.
But reading about the articles regarding the pyramid schemes among others perpetuated by the Malzkuhns did not surprise me about this family, though.
R-
I do not find her to be awesome or anything like that. I find her to be rude and arrogant at times.
One time, my good friend told me that a student who is not well known was in her class. When Malzkuhn lectured, that student just stared and nodded a little. It was not bad but a habit of that person to nod, just to affirm what Malzkuhn was lecturing.
Then Mary Malzkuhn shot the student down, "Did I ask you for your approval?"
Then she went back to the lecture, left the student to his own demise. Suffice to say, he withdrew the class after that. Now, is that nice what you did to the student, you little trollop bitch?
On another hand, another situation happened in London. I was there. Long story. To make it short, there was another professor who had a crush with my father. My father ultimately rejected her. She was devastated. She ended up being good friends with my grandmother's sister. Blah, blah. My grandmother and her sister occasionally fights with each other but still loves each other, no matter what. It is just typical of deaf family members to argue then make up, I guess. Somehow, my great aunt told this "professor" about what kind of person I am. That "professor" told Mary. At that time, I personally never met Mary. My opinions toward her was reserved.
That is until, I encountered her abrasive comments in London. It was raining hard, we were lost. We were supposed to visit the Royal National Institute of Deaf (RNID), we went back and forth on the same road, looking for some building. I was getting tired, irritated with being wet. I told Mary that the RNID building "probably is on the other block over there."
Mary then screamed at me, "I AM NOT STUPID! I HAVE DOCTORATE DEGREE, DO YOU? DO YOU? DO YOU?" I was appalled. Then later, she told me that the "professor" told her to watch out for me because I'd criticize her ass. I told her that, "Honey, you just fell for the oldest trick in the books, too bad you are too old to figure it out."
Trust me, she's that old to a point where she actually can pass as a man. Since that fateful day in London, I absolutely have no desire to interact or deal with the Malzkuhns.
Of course, I was horrified to see three offsprings coming in Gallaudet in the next few years with Mary's grandchildren running amok ... Matt, Mez and Megan. All are much different from each other. All possessed their own characteristics but like their grandmother, very outspoken.
Matt never bothered me, he is nice, I *think*.
Mez thinks she's all that. She thinks she's above the world. Too bad, she was banned from attending the graduation ceremony recently. That says a lot about herself, though.
Megan is just different. I actually enjoyed chatting with her. She may be lost in her own ways but she is just cool gal. You rock, Megan.
But reading about the articles regarding the pyramid schemes among others perpetuated by the Malzkuhns did not surprise me about this family, though.
R-
One Cool Thing About Being Deaf ...
One cool thing about being Deaf is that we often described a person by its appearance. Suppose if someone asked me what Dylan looks like.
My response can be cute or horrible as I'd say, "Oh, he's about 6'1, with blond hair, lanky body. Always wears the trenchcoat in college. In fact, you probably will recognize him easily when he strolls down the H Street on a Saturday afternoon because he's the only white person walking around."
Stuff like that, Deaf people would say, "Oh, yeah! I know him! Y-E-S!! Is that him who heckled Eric Heckman at times in the cafeteria?" I would nod and signed vehemently, "Y-E-S!!"
Stuff like that. Well, today, Dylan told me that I forgot to include the infamous meltdown of Patrice Edwards in the cafeteria. That triggered the memory of a lunchtime drama that exploded out of nothingness. And left us in shambles afterwards for days to come.
Dennis was frustrated that this gal, Patrice, chased him for years. Somehow, things transpired to a point where Patrice walked over to our table in the Barfeteria and said, "YOU (pointed at Dennis) will marry me someday because I want you."
Dennis flipped out and said, "Fuck, no. I don't want you!"
Patrice insisted and tried to grab Dennis by his massive shoulders that he belonged to her. Dennis got upset and left the cafeteria, Patrice shrieked. I got angry and stood up and yelled at her -- I was furious, "Get this through your skull, he does not want you." She snapped at me that it was my fault that he did not want her. Cripes.
I told her, "It is not my fault that you fell asleep in the microwave and ended up having that face."
The truth is that her face looks like it melted. I know, I know. I was mean back then. I was incredibly mean but what she did to Dennis was inexcusable.
R-
My response can be cute or horrible as I'd say, "Oh, he's about 6'1, with blond hair, lanky body. Always wears the trenchcoat in college. In fact, you probably will recognize him easily when he strolls down the H Street on a Saturday afternoon because he's the only white person walking around."
Stuff like that, Deaf people would say, "Oh, yeah! I know him! Y-E-S!! Is that him who heckled Eric Heckman at times in the cafeteria?" I would nod and signed vehemently, "Y-E-S!!"
Stuff like that. Well, today, Dylan told me that I forgot to include the infamous meltdown of Patrice Edwards in the cafeteria. That triggered the memory of a lunchtime drama that exploded out of nothingness. And left us in shambles afterwards for days to come.
Dennis was frustrated that this gal, Patrice, chased him for years. Somehow, things transpired to a point where Patrice walked over to our table in the Barfeteria and said, "YOU (pointed at Dennis) will marry me someday because I want you."
Dennis flipped out and said, "Fuck, no. I don't want you!"
Patrice insisted and tried to grab Dennis by his massive shoulders that he belonged to her. Dennis got upset and left the cafeteria, Patrice shrieked. I got angry and stood up and yelled at her -- I was furious, "Get this through your skull, he does not want you." She snapped at me that it was my fault that he did not want her. Cripes.
I told her, "It is not my fault that you fell asleep in the microwave and ended up having that face."
The truth is that her face looks like it melted. I know, I know. I was mean back then. I was incredibly mean but what she did to Dennis was inexcusable.
R-
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
The DPN Pics by Yoon Lee
I saw few pictures from Yoon Lee during the Deaf President Now Movement. I decided to share two pictures that has been a favorite of mine for a long time. It is possible that some of you guys will recognize someone else in these pictures. Enjoy.
The reason why I liked this picture is its true feelings in celebrating. Old, young, beautiful, ugly, crippled ... everyone is in this altogether. Victory is ours!
This took place in The Abbey, now converted into Multipurpose room. Ahh, old times' sake. Why this picture? I personally despised the "ILY" sign because it is the most overused sign in the whole fucking world. But there is something about the facial reactions. Look at Sherry Duhon. Look at George Boyd, the dude with "Boston Celtics" coat. He was my YLC Counselor in '90. Man, I was afraid of him because I find him to be very ... irresistible. He is sexy. But the worst part is that he is straight and married. Oh, well.
Here is the newest picture that I chuckled. I think many Deaf persons and hearing people who are learning signs will be able to detect what this gal was attempting to say ...
"Oh, About Fu..."
Cheers,
R-
The reason why I liked this picture is its true feelings in celebrating. Old, young, beautiful, ugly, crippled ... everyone is in this altogether. Victory is ours!
This took place in The Abbey, now converted into Multipurpose room. Ahh, old times' sake. Why this picture? I personally despised the "ILY" sign because it is the most overused sign in the whole fucking world. But there is something about the facial reactions. Look at Sherry Duhon. Look at George Boyd, the dude with "Boston Celtics" coat. He was my YLC Counselor in '90. Man, I was afraid of him because I find him to be very ... irresistible. He is sexy. But the worst part is that he is straight and married. Oh, well.
Here is the newest picture that I chuckled. I think many Deaf persons and hearing people who are learning signs will be able to detect what this gal was attempting to say ...
Cheers,
R-
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Gallaudet Barfeteria
I admit this. I do miss Gallaudet Barfeteria. There is no place like Gallaudet Barfeteria! The stimulating conversations. The drama between many cliques and groups. I cannot mention *how* many funniest moments that occur in that place. There is something about the Barfeteria -- lousy food, stimulating conversations, huge dramatic at times, friendships that were forged for a lifetime. These things only happen in the Barfeteria. If you are a student at Gallaudet and did not enter the Barfeteria, you are nobody else.
You wanted to be seen? Be heard? Be loved or hated? Go to the Barfeteria! Go and spread the vicious rumor or incident that you were part of. You want to badmouth someone? Go to the Barfeteria! You want to humiliate someone? Go to the Barfeteria!!
The Barfeteria is the hub of everything.
Among the memorable incidents: One guy dared Carrie to throw the milk in his face out of joke, and Carrie threw the milk in his face.
When Delta Epsilon had its traditional march into the Barfeteria, everyone flocked to watch the gals do their stuff. Meanwhile, behind everyone in the corner of the Barfeteria, a fight ensued between a feminine guy and 4 or 5 African Americans females. Erik pushed, tussled and barked and talked at the same time with these females who offended him about his being gay. I saw the whole thing. it was so funny.
One time, Delanne was next to me as we yakked. One dumb girl came to me and said, "I met your brother last night. We slept together." I was like, "Ok, that's OK. Fine with me." She shot back, "Your brother got a big one! This one!" She tried to used her hands to show me how big it is -- I cut her off and said, "Get the fuck out of my face, I do not want to know my brother's dick!" Delanne was speechless and could not believe that this girl would do that to me.
One time, I saw a student who used the cell phone to talk. I cut him and told him that it is rude for anyone to use the cell phone in the Gallaudet Barfeteria because this is Deaf University -- want to use the voice? Go outside. I was not joking when it happened. I was very blunt with him as I told him that I do not appreciate for him to use the cell phone in the Barfeteria at all.
Yeah, that famous "R.I.B." for me, Irvine and Brad when we have an emergency that we need to confer -- we say the "RIB" then it's off to the bathroom to backstab or to share what one is being said about the other. It is ridiculous. Funny. And crazy.
Ahh, everyone loves my dramatic moments with Dorian Fletcher as well.
There will be no place like the Barfeteria. It only happens once in our lives -- thanks for everything, Gally Barfeteria!
Feel free to add the moments if you remember of these fiasco at Gallaudet Barfeteria.
R-
You wanted to be seen? Be heard? Be loved or hated? Go to the Barfeteria! Go and spread the vicious rumor or incident that you were part of. You want to badmouth someone? Go to the Barfeteria! You want to humiliate someone? Go to the Barfeteria!!
The Barfeteria is the hub of everything.
Among the memorable incidents: One guy dared Carrie to throw the milk in his face out of joke, and Carrie threw the milk in his face.
When Delta Epsilon had its traditional march into the Barfeteria, everyone flocked to watch the gals do their stuff. Meanwhile, behind everyone in the corner of the Barfeteria, a fight ensued between a feminine guy and 4 or 5 African Americans females. Erik pushed, tussled and barked and talked at the same time with these females who offended him about his being gay. I saw the whole thing. it was so funny.
One time, Delanne was next to me as we yakked. One dumb girl came to me and said, "I met your brother last night. We slept together." I was like, "Ok, that's OK. Fine with me." She shot back, "Your brother got a big one! This one!" She tried to used her hands to show me how big it is -- I cut her off and said, "Get the fuck out of my face, I do not want to know my brother's dick!" Delanne was speechless and could not believe that this girl would do that to me.
One time, I saw a student who used the cell phone to talk. I cut him and told him that it is rude for anyone to use the cell phone in the Gallaudet Barfeteria because this is Deaf University -- want to use the voice? Go outside. I was not joking when it happened. I was very blunt with him as I told him that I do not appreciate for him to use the cell phone in the Barfeteria at all.
Yeah, that famous "R.I.B." for me, Irvine and Brad when we have an emergency that we need to confer -- we say the "RIB" then it's off to the bathroom to backstab or to share what one is being said about the other. It is ridiculous. Funny. And crazy.
Ahh, everyone loves my dramatic moments with Dorian Fletcher as well.
There will be no place like the Barfeteria. It only happens once in our lives -- thanks for everything, Gally Barfeteria!
Feel free to add the moments if you remember of these fiasco at Gallaudet Barfeteria.
R-
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