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Greetings all. Writing to let you know that the blog has been moved and is now part of my new and improved website. You can find it here. All my lecturings, ramblings and scribblings are now together -- one stop shopping. Enjoy.

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Some days it is clear that everything in the world is a reflection of everything else. That is, the worry you feel is shared by every flower and tree you pass and by that dog panting on the porch across the street that just said goodbye to its master and now waits for him as you wait for the future -- full of agony and anxiety, but forever hopeful that he/it will arrive safe.The numbers are not

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My housemate brought home a dog from the shelter this afternoon. A beagle mutt, Oscar had been relegated, by his previous owners, to a cage for twenty hours a day. Understandably, this new cage free world is enormous and frightening for him. There are people everywhere. There are trees that reach higher than a dog can imagine. There is the litter of yesterday’s community fireworks

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There's a long, heartfelt feature on my good friend Rebecca Alexander in this week's New York Magazine. Enjoy -- she's the shiznit. And in the pic on page four, I am about to turn her into a frog.Update: She's as beautiful as she is awesome.

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The day is whole, completeThe day is not lacking in any way, shape or formSeven birds trail across a gray cloudThe day is grace animatedThe day is love given breathThis moment, you are held,What more can you ever possibly need?

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The other day I had dinner with a group of people including a young man whom, while on patrol in Abu Ghairab, was blown up by an IED. He was clinically dead for three minutes, and then discovered, when he was revived, that his memories of high school had stayed behind. They were gone forever. Two weeks later he was back on patrol. Two weeks after that, he was blown up again.“Some days,” he

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If you're in town Monday the 17th...this could be fun. Stop on by. UPDATE: The time on the Poster is wrong. The festivities start at 7, not 8. Also, I'm first up, so get there early if you're coming.

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I teach at a University for the Deaf. The University for the Deaf, I should say, because there isn’t another one. The school is on a hill in Northeastern DC, surrounded by a neighborhood that has long been almost entirely African-American and brutally poor. Hemmed in by such a neighborhood, by spiked iron fences and patrolling police and 24hr hour security cameras, by their own sense-lack, the

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This is our moment. There is so much to be done. The mess is large and growing, the hour is growing short. Our children…Got an email from my old trail boss in California. He wrote: It’s a good day. Let’s get to work.

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What can I tell you? This campus is a special place, the people here are special people, and these are extraordinary times. No one knows what the future will hold for the deaf and the not-deaf but one thing is clear: there’s still this moment on which to write that future, to define it, to direct it the way you’d like it to go.Go high, child! Go to the light!Can you imagine? I met a man two

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Glued to the news like Pryor to the pipe, who has time to write? The polls, what say the polls? And Lordy, did you hear what that fat woman said at that massive gathering of powerful, self-pitying white people? “I’m scared of the black fella with the funny name. Let’s kill him.” The crowd’s cheers thundered across the rafters then, reverberating against their pitchforks.Turn the channel and

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"First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, then you win." - Gandhi

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Google Introduces Closed Captioned Video SearchGoogle, the world's most popular search engine, recently introduced an advanced search feature that allows users to find closed captioned video on the Internet. To use the search feature, go to video.google.com/videoadvancedsearch, type in keywords for videos you wish to find and select the box "Subtitles: search only for closed captioned videos."

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Beautiful Video. There's offscreen verbal narration if you can't follow the ASL.

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Who knew the measure of our happiness would be the afternoon polling data from Virginia? White men between the ages of 45 and 54 who attend church less than once a month and have bowled at least a 200 game in the last year and are divorced from their first wives and own two cars, one mower, three dogs and two guns, one which they named Big Spanky? Who do they favor? Said information is fed

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Sometimes, I sit down to write filled with a love for the world that I can’t contain. Oh precious world and its moments of celestial tenderness! Just this afternoon, I was walking Otis across a ballfield, and closed my eyes and felt the clumps of grass beneath my soles, every step different, unique, perfect. It was cool and cloudy and the softball team was stretching nearby, gearing up for a

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-59394942621700618232008-09-09T08:37:00.000-07:002008-09-09T08:38:48.794-07:00

The Unheard picked up an award. Thanks for reading.

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Well then, so much going on its hard to know what to say or do. Polls bouncing like superballs, national political figures lying like a low ozone haze, students, and teachers and administrators and tests and papers and lectures and powerpoints and more geez, another niece born! Jane Aviva, welcome. You're lovely. We are trying our best to leave you with something worth the fighting for.

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The students have arrived; from all over the world the students have arrived. The summer-sleepy, sunbaked campus is awash with youth and energy. Skateboarders race down the main oval. Members of the basketball team dribble down to the gym and back, carboload in the dining hall, compare muscles gained in summer workouts. There’s a brand new football field, a mix of sand and turf and old tires

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I had a dreamOf a different world. In this different world, the sky was the color of sunset all day long and at sunset turned a shade of blue that lit up everyone from within. In that blue hour, everyone was struck with grievous sorrow for the offenses they had committed on each other during the long day, in their actions and their thoughts. They stopped where they were, on sidewalks and by

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On the buffet line in a Virginia hotelA tall young man with kind eyes saysMy brother was nine, normal, happy.And then a tumor exploded in his brain.I said: I'm sorry.I was putting broccoli on my plate.He said: No. Don't be.He has given me gifts beyond diamonds.He is blind and deaf and we don't know how much he's there.But he's there.He is. He's there.He makes me laugh.I said: thank you.I was

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-11202501625874229302008-08-08T09:09:00.000-07:002008-08-08T09:17:37.262-07:00

Gallaudet. Hope all's well with you.

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A few things before I head down to DC later this week...First, this beautiful post by Mike (my co-teacher) about his first week at Gallaudet. He expertly describes the issues swirling around the school and the community.Second, then there's this development to consider.Finally, on a lighter note: check out Wide Mouth Grin, a Colorado band headlined by a deaf singer/guitarist.Strange days. The

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Olivia and Otis meet on the shore of a purple ocean. Behind them, the world burns in its own selfishness, and shivering travelers light their own clothes on fire to stay warm. Stars drift across the sky like drunken bees. Olivia: Otis how are the waves?Otis: RoughOlivia: Is that your canoe? Is it fiberglass?Otis: Bark.Olivia: I see. Did you sand it at least or is it still –Otis: Rough.Olivia:

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-4922578248583495062008-07-09T16:33:00.000-07:002008-07-09T16:58:14.639-07:00

Ah man, I was doing my bestest to ignore this bloggo right into the deep rearview but my nemesis Jacko had time on his hands and raised this very good point:"Who cares if you have work to do and are too busy, you created that blog-o-baby and it needs constant feeding."Aight, Jack. You'll get yours.Where to start? Summer in the burbs and hot as tick fart. When Otis and I hit the woods for our

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Here's a link to the Clarke School commencement address with some pictures of the ceremony. Lovely day.

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Hey all. Sorry I haven’t written. I hope you all are well. Lovely world keeps turning, bringing surprises and deadlines and new responsibilities, pushing the blog down on the to-do list. And even if, hypothetically, a semi-retired communications expert now living in a populated southeastern city with too much time on his hands were sending me stalker-like emails, I still can’t always find the

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On Tuesday, I’m going to JFK to pick up a young woman from Israel and bring her to Port Authority. A few years ago she was sitting on a bus in Jerusalem when a young Arabic man sat down next to her. She turned to him.“Hello,” she said, and turned to look back out the window.He blew himself up. The woman was rushed to the hospital. Major veins were ripped open and the doctors didn’t think she

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Just returned from a screening of Hear and Now, Ilene Taylor Brodsky's deeply personal and touching documentary about the decision of her sixty five year-old parents to get cochlear implants. It's not a political film but it is an engrossing and emotional one that makes a concerned effort to convey a certain deaf experience. The film will premiere on HBO this Thursday, May 8th at 8pm. I had the

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Back in gray New York after a whirlwind week in LA. What is there to say about that city? The sun is always shining, the traffic is polite, beautiful people racewalk along the sidewalks with their handweights and hands-free phones and have blonde children and drive hybrids and do so many beautiful things. I’m starting to like it actually. My nieces live there and each afternoon they make

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Sometimes you don’t feel like writing. Sometimes, for weeks, the only thing you really feel like doing is taking a walk in the woods. To me writing has always been about -- in whatever form, whatever context -- inching a little closer to the truth. But sometimes you don’t want to know.A speech in Fremont, a classroom in New Haven, a reunion on Nantucket, a library fundraiser in the long

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Every morning Otis and I drive to Saxon Woods and go for a run on the trails. The woods are hilly and the air has a real chill. Thoughts come and go with the hills. What I refuse or don’t know how to deal with comes to me in disguise. Our lives are the reckoning on our lives. But our lives are not our lives.

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On the Website appearances page it says that the reading at the NYU School of Social work is at 6pm today (April 7th). That reading is tomorrow, the 8th, at 6:30. Please don't come on the wrong day! Thanks

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Gray day and chill, with a tricky wind that finds every crevice. I take Otis to the forest. It’s still bare from winter, the trees like memories of themselves. Leaves carpet the ground, achy from all the rains. Pairs of birds arrive from the south and flirt through the skies. I’d seen John Adams the night before and wonder now if General Washington will appear over that next rise. We start

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Hi Everyone...having a little trouble getting the appearances page on the website updated. Here are some upcoming events:April 3, PBS Cable ChannelA half-hour interview on "Connie Martinson's Talks Books"Check local listings for channel and time. Rebroadcast on April 26.(note: doesn’t seem to be on in the NYC area. You can watch it on her website.)April 8, 6:30pm, New York, NYA reading at the

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About the first deaf player in the NBA. Smart as a whip, yet his old coach had him tested for learning disabilities. Sound familiar to anyone?

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Been across the world a couple times, but never to San Francisco. I’d heard they had earthquakes, home run hitters on steroids, and curio shops with six foot bongs and mementos to free love – all interesting things -- but hadn’t really had a reason to go. Then I traveled out there last week to give a talk to the California Alexander Graham Bell Society. Old Alex, it is not so widely known, in

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One fun, one to make you think. The first, is from Goofy Cleavage, an LA blog of a sort. The writer came to the talk at the LA library on Wednesday the 12th and had a kind of unique, but entirely appropriate, experience (be sure to read the comments).The second is from a link to an article in The Economist, "borrowed" from Michael Chorost's always brilliant blog. Very thought-provoking piece

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-59711967454110614462008-03-15T05:49:00.001-07:002008-03-15T05:51:32.175-07:00

It's late notice, but I'll be on Connie Martinson's Talk Books on Saturday at 12:30 pm. Talk Books is on PBS's cable channel. In Westchester, that's NYCNY, channel 22; it's a similar channel in the city. It's in most major markets at a similar time and I'll post the rebroadcast info when I get it.Connie and I had a nice half-hour interview followed by a wild fistfight. Hope you can see it.

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Yesterday, the first legally deaf player was signed to an NBA contract. It was supposed to be me but that didn't work out. Lance Allred has joined the Cleveland Cavaliers.He had this to say about his hearing loss:''I am able to hear most things. Every now and then I will miss hearing a teammate, especially if he is behind me. I've been wiped out on some screens in my career. But that means I

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-23644031998946001342008-03-11T23:56:00.001-07:002008-03-11T23:58:48.098-07:00

Here's a link to a really nice piece in today's LA Times. Beautifully done. Leo -- the rights are available! Have your people contact my people.

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Greetings from sunny Los Angeles! City of unbridled blue skies and happiness! This is ridiculous, this weather. It’s like straight out of the paradise factory. Locals here have been telling me with a straight face that they’ve actually had a pretty severe winter this year.“I don’t believe you,” I told them.“No really,” they insisted. “It rained for a week.”A week! The horror! When I left

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So it comes down to this again: angry emails from deaf individuals claiming that I have betrayed my identity, that I have misrepresented crucial positions, and promoted misunderstandings and unrealistic hopes. I’ve been in this position before. Why is that people expect a short article in the New York Times to capture the nuances of the sign--oralism debate, especially when to hearing people

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...but some sad news. This is from the New Yorker (online only) and mentions the demise of Dutton's, a wonderful Los Angeles Bookstore. We threw a book party in their courtyard back in September with more than 150 people and tons of good vibes. Including those brought by Sam ---- who's mentioned in the New Yorker Piece. Young Sam has been inspired by reading to write and illustrate his own

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-90480967837973734052008-02-26T05:27:00.000-08:002008-02-26T05:40:15.739-08:00

Hi everyone. I spoke with Jane Brody of the Times earlier this month about cochlear implants. Her sensitive and generous article is here. Enjoy!

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-343146250844679532008-02-25T19:32:00.001-08:002008-02-25T19:43:16.351-08:00

Spent last week in DC with my father for a conference on group therapy. During the day, I sat in rooms that vacillated wildly between too cold and too hot and tried, with a dozen or so others, to make sense of the trajectories of life. Why did it go here? Why not there? Why now? And that thing, that thing we know we need, and know it’s missing – love, say, or hope, or just a mind that can

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-66666619830122077582008-02-13T18:04:00.001-08:002008-02-13T18:06:15.215-08:00

Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly, now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.The Talmud

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An old man lies on a hospital bed that has been wheeled into his bedroom. Years ago he made a fortune in the furniture business, starting up a company, making the goods himself. He raised a family, buried a wife, looked after people. His hands are huge, workingman hands, and back in the day, they kept order. You did not want those hands on you. If they were closed in a fist you knew: your

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-38191200068422431822008-01-31T08:53:00.000-08:002008-01-31T08:54:38.935-08:00

A spaceship heads for Mars, and dispatches a landing craft. Three astronauts go down to the red planet and meet a glowing red alien with soulful electronic eyes. “I am your mother, the mother of all things,” the alien says to them by means of holographic telepathy, “don’t you know I have never stopped watching you, never stopped loving you? My sweet lost children, why must you torment

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-85861085197593482152008-01-25T08:49:00.000-08:002008-01-25T08:51:03.851-08:00

Otis was lying on the couch when I walked in the room.You did it, didn’t you? he said.Don’t start, I said.How could you do it? You had everything you needed. Was your life so difficult?We make mistakes, I said. Remember? You crapped on the carpet two nights ago. Mistakes.You fed me cottage cheese, he pointed out.Still, I said.He shook his head. You did it.We went for a walk in the woods. I

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Happy New Year Everybody! May it be filled with good things and good presidential candidates. May your dreams come true or at least not harass you too much while you're going over your bills or shopping for groceries.I'm at Yaddo, an artist's colony in Saratoga Springs, NY, working on a novel and will be here until the 17th. I'm staying in a room that once housed Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes

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A true story. Happy Holidays Everyone!

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(With deep thanks to Summer)

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This is how it goes, without adornment. A man in Lusaka drops a line: I have read your book and would like to help you find Jere. I work out here in Zambia and it would mean a lot to me. Please, I write him. Go. God speed.Two weeks later he, a friend of his, emails a phone number for a cell phone in Mansa, capital of Luapula province, and a note: he is expecting your call. For a day and a

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So, birthday in two days, and I had the thought, I know, I’ll commemorate it by sitting around, looking back on my life and finding it lacking. But the dogs needed a walk.

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-17045066595252283412007-12-03T13:48:00.000-08:002007-12-03T16:21:15.688-08:00

Got some complaints about my last blog post; rightfully earned. I’d written about my visit to Gallaudet without saying what I really thought about Gallaudet. Or actually I did say what I thought, and it’s in there, but it’s hidden in strange 2:00 am prose and oblique metaphors. I enjoy that kind of writing, but sometimes, it’s better to be straightforward.Ok.Gallaudet is at a critical point.

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What a week that was. Ten days ago I gave a talk about The Unheard at the League for the Hard of Hearing in downtown Manhattan. Not long ago I worked there, and it’s a good place though it has recently been painted an unfortunate muppet green. The color makes you think of special effects screens, Kermit the frog, bad acid. The talk was in stuffy room full of people with every variety of

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-40529777819402644082007-11-24T12:01:00.000-08:002007-11-24T12:03:11.802-08:00

Aight. Turkey day in the rearview and a pound of leftovers slowly digesting in my tummy so its time to spread some good cheer.First off, thank you to everyone who read the book, took the time to tell others about it, took the time to drop a note.Thank you also to the woman who wrote from Australia to talk about The Unheard, to the woman from South Africa who wrote to share her story of deafness.

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Long time. I had visions. Crazy visions. Cities roasting, winds blowing, trees on fire, bullets falling across a flat desert like rain. Headless leaders claiming that their sight was perfect, and that perpetual war was God’s loving choice for us. By the light of divine love, thousands must be slain!Crazy visions, friend. Highways choked with cars, cities choked with smog, the future choked

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-25880488819341746712007-09-30T09:31:00.000-07:002007-09-30T11:56:13.735-07:00

Hey, tomorrow's reading at Dutton's Brentwood (11975 San Vincente Blvd) is at 7pm not 6pm. Given the challenges of LA traffic that's an important distinction. Hope you can make it.

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Hi Everyone. Been a busy week of book events, magazine assignments and lingering Otis-headaches. Tomorrow morning, I'm off for LA for some more of the same. So a few quick things:First, an updated event schedule. Readings are now scheduled in Boston, New Haven and other places. Hope you can make it to one.Second, there are some reviews up on the Amazon page. Among them is an absolutely

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-972151742958878732007-09-14T20:06:00.000-07:002007-09-15T10:59:39.120-07:00

NPR set up a special page to run with the interview. There's a nice summary of the book, a link to Rebecca's video, and the prologue of The Unheard is up there as well. You can also find the prologue here.UPDATE: They've added outtakes from the interview that didn't make it into the Weekend Edition Segment.

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Just received word that the interview has been moved to the first hour of the show. Here in New York, that means there will be a promotion at 8:00 and then the interview will run at 8:40. Also, NPR.org will have transcripts of the interview available for the hearing impaired.

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September 28, 5:30pm: Trojan Vision TV show taping (Los Angeles) Broadcast liveSeptember 29, 11am: KABC Radio (LA) Broadcast Live October 1st, 6pm: in Los Angeles, at Dutton's Bookstore at 11975 San Vicente Blvd, Los Angeles.October 4th: at the New Haven Library in New Haven, CT. Not sure of the time. Not sure where the library is either. But my publicist knows and hopefully she'll tell me

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-52192118509489274962007-09-12T09:21:00.000-07:002007-09-13T17:50:43.078-07:00

Just got a very nice review from Worldhum.com -- a great site devoted to travel writing and international affairs. Check out if you get the chance. A shorter version of the review will run in the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel.UPDATE: World Hum also saw fit to ask for my picks for three great travel books.

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-28078703548313903722007-09-12T08:00:00.000-07:002007-09-12T08:53:10.734-07:00

Hey all. The Scott Simon interview will run during the last fifteen minutes of Weekend Edition's second hour this Saturday. To find out exactly what time that is (could be anytime from 6:45-11:45), go to NPR.org and plug in your local station's code. I hope that clarifies things. Hope you get to hear it.Concurrent with the interview, the NPR website will run this video trailer. It's called

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Hey...A couple people have pointed out that NPR's Saturday Weekend Edition is a loooong show. Having never listened, I missed that. I'll try and narrow down exactly what time the interview is next Saturday. Check back later this week for more on that.And the long awaited book party/bacchanal at Sweet and Vicious is still on. 8pm start, but come earlier if you want as happy hour is until 9.

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-6071196302482784282007-09-07T18:38:00.000-07:002007-09-07T18:48:43.012-07:00

Just back home from sweaty DC and the NPR studios, via an eventful train ride in which a woman walking down the coach aisle next to me tripped and smashed her face on my armrest, shattering her nose. Proving, unfortunately for her, that the God of strange and slightly ridiculous injuries plays no favorites. Or maybe, perhaps, this one time His aim was a hair off? I hope that's not it.The

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Tuesday, September 4th. The book is finally on the shelves. You can drop everything you're doing, put down your hammers and scalpels, your thoughts and your crepes, and run to your neighborhood bookstore and ask for The Unheard. If they don't have it please, do me a favor and ask them why. Why? Why exactly? Why? What are you waiting for? Then make em order a dozen.This is important –

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The other day I went to my neighbor’s for a barbecue. Neighbor Dan had recently been accepted into the unfortunate school of knee injuries (where I have a masters), having blown out his ACL while playing soccer. “I’m feeling kind of moody and I hate it,” he said when I got there, and I could totally understand. I was feeling moody too. My dog had broken my head not too long ago and had not, I

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Otis needed his bandage changed and it was raining. I tied two plastic bags over his paw, taped them with packing tape and walked to the vet. The vet had a small storefront between the wine store and the pharmacy. The waiting room was about the size of a queen-sized bed and gray and three or four people stared at the floor. Otis whined at the scent of a dog behind a door.“Can you please keep

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-39041001008149613252007-08-21T11:09:00.000-07:002008-12-10T03:41:02.135-08:00

…pulled out of the driveway at 5am on a foggy weekday morning, hoping to catch the mid-morning ferry from Cape Cod to Nantucket, not realizing until we arrived at the ferry port with minutes to spare that AJ had left her bag with everything in it under the stairs. An auspicious start.In Nantucket we had a mini Peace Corps reunion. Four of us from the inaugural group of Zambian volunteers, half

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-25108339595688870672007-08-17T19:16:00.001-07:002008-12-10T03:41:02.316-08:00

Lots happening since I posted last, including a skull fracture. I was going to write about that earlier but all had to say about it was "hey, who's ringing the doorbell?" and then "ow" over and over and over. But my head's clearing and I'll post soon. In the meantime: Outside Magazine has listed The Unheard as part of their required reading for the fall along with a book by some dude named Paul

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Times piece is up! Big thanks to everyone who's sent a note along.

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Cochbla (aka Cochlear Implant Blog)was started in August 2005 so friends and family could follow my and my brother Sam's Cochlear implant surgeries and our progress afterwards.To welcome any people coming over from www.joshswiller.com herewith a listing of some earlier posts.The First PostThe Rev. Jesse Jackson Checks InThe Wisdom of Michael JacksonI knows you been down, Foxy BrownThe Miracle of

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After much feverish last minute work (pretty much all of it done by the amazing Jason Liebman) Joshswiller.com is finally up and running! We still have text to add and kinks to iron out but there's lots of interesting stuff there -- more information on the book of course, but also pictures from Zambia, links to organizations that are working with the disabled in Africa and more.

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The time between finishing a book and waiting for it to come out is a strange one. It’s a lot of different things at once. It's like watching a thunderstorm cross the sky. It’s like waiting at a lottery drawing for that giant number jumbler to spit out the winning ticket. It’s like waiting at a surprise party for the guest of honor to come through the door. Someone sighted him in the lobby,

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On September 10th at 8pm we will have a large and informal party for The Unheard at Sweet and Vicious, a very cool lounge down on the corner of Spring and Bowery. We'll have some free books (and some not so free ones), some drink deals, and hopefully, many inebriated toasts. Hope to see you there!

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-32434269205703532252007-07-27T09:46:00.000-07:002007-07-27T10:19:39.461-07:00

Just got a really nice review from Penthouse. I love their work.

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Here are some other upcoming book events. As always, I’ll post more information as it comes.Oct 2: A reading at Dutton’s Bookstore at 11975 San Vicente Blvd, LA. Evening, time tbaOct 8: A reading/boozing at The Half-King 505 W23rd St, NYC, time, tbaOctober 18-19: I’m giving the keynote lecture at The Clarke School's 28th Annual Conference on Mainstreaming Students with Hearing Loss. The

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Thursday, AJ and I drove to Nashville (940 Miles and yep my back is sore) to help her sister and brother-in-law finish the renovation of a recently purchased house. It was a long day’s drive marked by endless traffic jams and, up in the Blue Ridge Mountains, sudden summer thunderstorms that hit like gunfire. Otis and Amos came along for the journey and resigned themselves to the hours with a

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On Sunday, August 5th, The New York Times Magazine will have an excerpt of The Unheard. Called (with apologies to Phil Spector) “Wall of Sound” it will be on the magazine’s last page. I’ll have a link up as soon as one’s available.Also, on September 8th, I’ll be doing an interview with Scott Simon of NPR’s weekend edition. I think I’ll be one of the few people to do a radio interview without

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...that's Amos on the left, Otis in the middle, and me bringing up the rear, as they train rigorously for the triathlon in Fahnestock State Park's beautiful Canopus Lake. Next stop, Lake Titicaca!

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Hey allMuchos exciting Nuevos. First off, gracias for coming on back to this site. I know its been a long time away and all of you have many other things on your plates. Work, family, a pepper steak, and it’s summer and the weather’s been nice (at least out here in the northeast).Much news to share. First, my book, The Unheard: A Memoir of Deafness in Africa (alternate titles: A what man in

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I'm back! So nice to be here. Just flew in from LA and boy are my arms tired!No, actually, I've been hard at work on the final drafts of my book. It comes out in September and the title is The Unheard: A Memoir. Now that the book's finish line is nearly in sight, I can get back to blogging and keeping Jack happy. So, on that note, below is a description of the book that I recorded for

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Heyho. Howdy. Apologies, first off. I have fallen off the blog horse, leaving a lot of interesting discussions and themes and events to pass undescribed. So many, I’m not sure where to begin.Maybe with thanksgiving. I get so busy stuffing my face with Turkey that I don’t take time to remember what the word actually means. From a certain perspective the glass is always half-empty; that is,

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As always, the amazing Michael Chorost has a well-written, deeply insightful and deeply felt take on the situation. He was there on campus when the decision to rescind the offer of the the presidency to Jane Fernandes was made. Head over to his blog and check it out.Meanwhile, I feel that I have to address some points made by Chris (on the comments section) and Dr. Davis (in an article that

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-1162177179590544462006-10-29T18:49:00.000-08:002006-10-29T18:59:39.613-08:00

Well, it's official. After months of protests, Gaullaudet has rescinded the appointment of Jane K. Fernandes as its next president.Many people have asked me what I have thought about the controversy. A couple weeks ago, I set down my thoughts in an Op-Ed. I sent it to several newspapers and have not received a response. With the decision to remove Fernandes out of the equation, some of the

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Below is an update from a couple weeks ago that I forgot to post, about Otis attempting surgery on my implant.I’ve also written and not posted a piece about the protests at Gallaudet University. It’s going to make the rounds at newspapers and websites first, to see if there's any publication interest, but will be up here later this week. Interesting days at Gallaudet, for sure. The signing

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…that’s what I said when I looked down from my perch on the couch and over a stack of papers I was editing to see Otis lying on the floor beneath me, and in his jaws, my implant,the treasured, treasured implant, in 6,000 pieces. To say he broke it would be an understatement; to say he chewed it, also doesn’t cover it. That implant could not have been any more destroyed if George Bush had

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Just when it seemed like summer would hang around forever like that weird congressman outside the Boy’s Club – bang, it’s fall.Was a beautiful day in the city. The air had that crispness. Otis and I are alone for a week as AJ and Amos have decamped to Nashville where AJ’s sister is due to have her second child any day. I’ve used some of the alone time to teach Otis to sit and stay, though so

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-1159324711990819582006-09-26T19:36:00.000-07:002006-09-29T08:50:40.880-07:00

One more thing: REBUILT, the book by Michael Chorost that guided and instructed Sam and me as we trod the path to implantation, has won a major national book award. The Pen/USA book award for Creative Non-Fiction. -- Well deserved! If you haven’t checked REBUILT out by now, really what’s your excuse? A link to Mike's informative and entertaining blog is in the link list. Check it out.

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Fall in Brooklyn and it smells like…chicken fried rice. What is that smell? Two pups asleep on the couch and much to cover. I guess I’ll start with the ex-soldier, ex-actor with no sense of taste or smell who teaches a cooking class.That would be up in Ithaca. AJ and I spent two weeks up there, staffing a raw-food retreat -- that is, a retreat where people revitalize and reinvigorate (same

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Just a quick post to share some news:First, I'll be giving a couple of presentations this fall and into the spring on deafness and implants.--At Hofstra University, out on Long Island, on Wednesday, September 27th, at 11:00am.--At the League for the Hard of Hearing in Manhattan on Sunday, November 12, 2006 at 9am. The event is the Turning Points Workshop for deaf children and their parents.

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So I went to a wedding last weekend, the wedding of my cousin Ben, hard-of-hearing Ben, oft mentioned in the early days of this blog as his sister Becky once had plans to make some kind of Oscar winning film about the implants (uh, yo?). The wedding was a beautiful shindig at a restaurant on the East River across from Manhattan. The food was plentiful, the band was loud, the bridesmaids all

Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313239124461644900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15110219.post-1153794192044591902006-07-24T19:20:00.000-07:002006-07-24T20:00:36.720-07:00

Hola blogistas! Sorry again for not writing. I’ve been busy writing my book and even more busy thinking about writing my book. Fascinating, I know, but it doesn’t really lend itself to exciting blog entries. And actually it’s not all that fascinating. Writing, when you get down to it, is sitting in a room trying to hold off another five minutes before checking your email. Which, as long as

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Then last weekend we rode a beautiful highway up a mountain and down the other side, to a small Catskill town named Ellenville, where I attended my first play since getting a cochlear implant.Plays obviously, were not developed with hearing impaired or lip-reading people in mind. Actors run around the stage and speak facing in every direction, and playwrights seem to enjoy surprising their

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Last night, in disguise as mild mannered cub reporter, I got to attend a cooking class for free. It was high up in a 30th floor penthouse apartment on the West Side. The view was spectacular, as was the food. The teacher, Karen Lee, was a mellow but energetic grandma who marinated and pan-roasted Pompano fish, instructing ten novices chefs on every detail of the process, while giving a side

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Not content with its weekend visit to the New Jersey Impound Lot, Betsy, my Honda Accord, decided she also wanted to see New York City's Impound Lot. Late Wednesday night she snuck off the driveway of my mechanic Nick and headed out for East New York. Nick called me the next morning:“Your car is gone,” he said.“Gone? What do you mean gone?” I responded.“They came and towed it last night. You

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Apologies, first off, for not doing a better job updating. I’ve had an extremely busy two months, during which, as always, I explored, broke and/or smacked my head against the limits of implant technology. In addition to that regular business, the world continued its slow roast towards perfect juicy tenderness, the student loan corporation happily reminded me that I will soon get to make my

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