November 2004

BBC News reported today that the staff at the state run television station in the Ukraine have joined the opposition protesters there, stating they are tired of “telling the government’s lies”.

Apparently, Deaf viewers of the station – UT1 – found out first that the staff at the state run station were tired of lying for their corrupt bosses. According to the article, the station’s sign language interpreter yesterday stopped interpreting what the reporters were saying. Here is what she signed to viewers instead:

The results from the Central Election Commission have been falsified. Do not believe them. Our President is Yushchenko. I am very disgusted that I was forced to translate the lies until now. I�m not going to do it anymore. I�m not sure if I�ll see you again.

Subversion sure does come in all shapes and sizes. It’s never too late to learn sign language…just in case.

UPDATE: Here is the New York Times’ take on this story.

My friend and co-worker Jim has me listed on his top five blogs he could not live without if he were on a desert island. I suspect Jim is just being nice, which is his tendency, but just in case he really does read my blog I have no desire to let him down.

Margaret Mead once said “Never doubt that a small group of committed people can change the world. Indeed it is the only thing that ever has.” These words resonate strongly with me and I am always on the lookout for people who prove it to be true. Well, I just saw a great post on, one of my top desert island blogs.


The “Kids” of Kids With Cameras

Zana Briski and Kids With Cameras is a great example of a small group of people making a big difference. Zana has brought photography to the children of prostitutes in Calcutta’s red light district. This seemingly small act has empowered these children in a way they have never experienced.

Out of Kids With Camera has come Born Into Brothels a film about the groups work in Calcutta. Zana is now working on establishing a residential facility for the kids in Calcutta and others like them all over the world that combines the arts and photography with education, sports and leadership training.

What an amazing thing this is. Go check it out. The kids pictures are beautiful (and for sale, I am thinking of buying the the book) and the website is nice too. Can’t wait to see the film.

Now I know this website is not the most politically correct, has some bad words and it may just downright offend some folks, but it sure does reflect some of the feelings I have heard from some liberal/progressives lately. If you do read it, no need to leave angry comments for me or try to convince me how great the South really is – it’s all in jest.

Oh, and sorry about the bad words Mom.

I went to my polling location in Adams Morgan this morning at 7:30 and the line was around the block – which was a little odd since this is D.C. after all, it’s not like a lot of people are on the edge of their seat waiting to see who we vote for. I decided to wait till later. I think this guy must have the same polling place.

Since Mike and I will be at Democratic Headquarters until at least midnight-ish tonight, I decided to go home in the middle of the day to take Moose out and vote. I went back to the polls at around 2:00 and didn’t have to wait at all.

Having spent my enitre adult life in Philadelphia, I have only ever used the lever-type voting machines, so I was amazed to use a pencil to scribble in a connection on the arrow for my candidates of choice. It was oddly satisfying, and not nearly as anxiety producing as the lever – I was always afraid I would screw something up and my chance to make my voice heard would be gone forever. In any case, coloring with a pencil left me with no anxiety whatsoever.

After coloring (and trying desperately to stay in the lines) I took my card to a machine where I fed my ballot into a machine, and then I was finished. I felt the same exhileration I always feel when I vote and walked from Adams Morgan to Dupont Circle to get on the metro to go back to work.

What was your voting experience like?