I am feeling this one rather personally...woke up with every joint cranky from the weather. Sigh.
Anyway, this definition comes from an ESL site.
have a hitch in your getalong: limp; to walk with a limp
Since he broke his ankle, he's had a little hitch in his getalong.
The video at ASL Pro and ASL Browser both use the flat hand bodypart classifier for feet and show the walk as lopsided. I prefer to do the same thing, using index fingers pointing down.
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Thursday
Tuesday
Musings of a story keeper
My job, to most people, is pretty unusual. I am a certified sign language interpreter.
As I worked it struck me that this profession fits distinctly into my vocation as a story keeper.
As an interpreter, I end up in situations and environments where two or more people who speak different languages and have different cultures are trying to communicate. MY job is to smooth out the differences so they come to some sort of understanding. They may not agree, or even like each other - that isn't the job. If one party is cussing out another, its my job to use just as colorful metaphors in the target language as I experienced in the source.
But as I sat there negotiating a conversation, it struck me that I am privy to some incredibly personal information. And even were there no Code of Professional Conduct or Code of Ethics, I know I could never share those stories with anyone.
These are stories that may entertain me, make me weep, or give me pause to reflect. Yet they were not mine to hear or mine to see - merely mine to interpret. If these two parties could communicate in another way, I would have experienced none of it.
They are not my stories to tell.
I don't know I could change enough information to protect the participants and share those which have touched me most deeply. I don't know it would be right anyway. The stories were not freely given, have I right to give them away?
I think not.
So while I have this repository of many a story freely given and so freely shared, there are thousands more that must stay where they reside - deep in my memory of people who trusted me to forget.
I may not forget, but I will never reveal.
As I worked it struck me that this profession fits distinctly into my vocation as a story keeper.
As an interpreter, I end up in situations and environments where two or more people who speak different languages and have different cultures are trying to communicate. MY job is to smooth out the differences so they come to some sort of understanding. They may not agree, or even like each other - that isn't the job. If one party is cussing out another, its my job to use just as colorful metaphors in the target language as I experienced in the source.
But as I sat there negotiating a conversation, it struck me that I am privy to some incredibly personal information. And even were there no Code of Professional Conduct or Code of Ethics, I know I could never share those stories with anyone.
These are stories that may entertain me, make me weep, or give me pause to reflect. Yet they were not mine to hear or mine to see - merely mine to interpret. If these two parties could communicate in another way, I would have experienced none of it.
They are not my stories to tell.
I don't know I could change enough information to protect the participants and share those which have touched me most deeply. I don't know it would be right anyway. The stories were not freely given, have I right to give them away?
I think not.
So while I have this repository of many a story freely given and so freely shared, there are thousands more that must stay where they reside - deep in my memory of people who trusted me to forget.
I may not forget, but I will never reveal.
Tuesday Links day!
Today I would like to share one of my favorite vlogs.
"Kalalau's Korner invites you to embark on your journey into Carl Schroeder's philosophy. Questioning and talking about ASL, short for American Sign Language, is my forte."
The best thing is the address: http://carl-schroeder.blogspot.com/2009/06/asl-and-deaf-questions-to-ponder.html I love people who ask questions to ponder.
I hope you do too.
"Kalalau's Korner invites you to embark on your journey into Carl Schroeder's philosophy. Questioning and talking about ASL, short for American Sign Language, is my forte."
The best thing is the address: http://carl-schroeder.blogspot.com/2009/06/asl-and-deaf-questions-to-ponder.html I love people who ask questions to ponder.
I hope you do too.
Wednesday
OOps Link day
I was ill earlier this week and missed posting.. so here is the link I am posting for this week.
DO wander by "The interpreter's Friend" which has reopened as run by friends of David Bar-Tzur. It is hosted in his honor and to commemorate all the ways he has served our community over the years. http://theinterpretersfriend.org/
If you have any articles that used to be hosted at the interpreter's friend and do not see them currently, please notify the web masters. I am sure they would be pleased to repost them.
And my thanks to those who honor David in this way.
DO wander by "The interpreter's Friend" which has reopened as run by friends of David Bar-Tzur. It is hosted in his honor and to commemorate all the ways he has served our community over the years. http://theinterpretersfriend.org/
If you have any articles that used to be hosted at the interpreter's friend and do not see them currently, please notify the web masters. I am sure they would be pleased to repost them.
And my thanks to those who honor David in this way.
Thursday
Idioms Thursday!
Wow touchy screen - it published before I typed anything!
I guess you can call that an "itchy trigger finger?"
(idiomatic) a tendency to act in haste or without consideration
Given any remote chance to gun down an effective spokesman for conservative economics as a secret fascist and torturer, even Nobel laureates can, we see, succumb to an itchy trigger finger.
The sign I prefer for this is in itself idiomatic - I don't know I have ever seen it on line. Forefingersclose to the face (like in "famous")then circling in alternating movements to palm in as the hands move away from the face. I'll try and get a video up when I sort out my website problems.
Anyway,I might also translate it as "without thinking".
If you find a video of the sign on line, let me know.
Thanks!
I guess you can call that an "itchy trigger finger?"
(idiomatic) a tendency to act in haste or without consideration
Given any remote chance to gun down an effective spokesman for conservative economics as a secret fascist and torturer, even Nobel laureates can, we see, succumb to an itchy trigger finger.
The sign I prefer for this is in itself idiomatic - I don't know I have ever seen it on line. Forefingersclose to the face (like in "famous")then circling in alternating movements to palm in as the hands move away from the face. I'll try and get a video up when I sort out my website problems.
Anyway,I might also translate it as "without thinking".
If you find a video of the sign on line, let me know.
Thanks!
Tuesday
Links Tuesday!
Today I would like to highlight "Ear of my Heart". The host of this site is LaRonda Zupp from Northern California.
Let me let her tell you:
The title of my blog comes from the opening verse of St. Benedict’s prologue, which tells us to ‘listen carefully and attend with the ear of our hearts.’ St. Benedict was a saint who urged us to listen within the depths of our soul, keeping ourselves attentive to wisdom that comes from the voice within, and inclining our hearts toward deeper understanding.
My blog title is not about “ears” or “hearing” or being able to “hear clearly,” the way hearing people can hear sound. It is about listening with PURE LOVING ATTENTION to what people are really communicating. This is what it means to me to listen and blog with ‘the ear of my heart.’
I hope you stop by. She has a lot worth listening to.
Let me let her tell you:
The title of my blog comes from the opening verse of St. Benedict’s prologue, which tells us to ‘listen carefully and attend with the ear of our hearts.’ St. Benedict was a saint who urged us to listen within the depths of our soul, keeping ourselves attentive to wisdom that comes from the voice within, and inclining our hearts toward deeper understanding.
My blog title is not about “ears” or “hearing” or being able to “hear clearly,” the way hearing people can hear sound. It is about listening with PURE LOVING ATTENTION to what people are really communicating. This is what it means to me to listen and blog with ‘the ear of my heart.’
I hope you stop by. She has a lot worth listening to.
Friday
A Little Deaf History.
But first, here is the acknowledgment that this week marked the passing of three entertainment icons: Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. May their families have peace in their losses.
Now for a peace of Deaf History:
Juan Pablo Bonet worked for the High Constable fo Castille. The High Constable's brother was deaf, leading Bonet to develop a system of visible signs, including a manual alphabet.
Read more at the Catholic Encyclopedia.
Now for a peace of Deaf History:
Juan Pablo Bonet worked for the High Constable fo Castille. The High Constable's brother was deaf, leading Bonet to develop a system of visible signs, including a manual alphabet.
Read more at the Catholic Encyclopedia.
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