and i've of course won a place in a local poetry contest.
i just did it to show: deaf ain't slouchy.
i've got to get signing it down in just a week and a half, and i wish i knew the crop of interpreters from which to choose. after all, if there's gonna be anyone Deaf in the audience, we gotta stay hip. 'sides, i gotta know my poem is gonna be read right.
it's kinda fun turning an event into a Deaf-oriented thing. and they seem thrilled. they're sure i can filter the terp options. i really want jeff johnson or a steele. but: where are they?
i love this town sometimes.