The IRT Theater Deaf Emerging Artists Festival (D.E.A.F.)

The IRT Theater Deaf Emerging Artists Festival (D.E.A.F.) is an annual one-week program of performances, screenings and workshops aimed at creating common ground for Deaf and hearing artists.
D.E.A.F. 2010: June 1-6
All events at IRT: 154 Christopher St., #3B
Individual Tickets $9.99 for Shows and Workshop

June1&2 (Tues./Wed)-7pm
MO2 Productions: UnContentED Love

An hour long visual presentation of spats, physical fights, repressed desires and lovers misunderstandings. And perhaps a hopeful kiss. This production takes many of the pearls created by Shakespeare and makes a new necklace. These re-strung fun old scenes take on new life and meaning. These excerpts from Shakespeare’s plays are performed in a striking visual presentation that includes ASL, VGC [Visual Gestural Communication], spoken English, and physical movements. The poetry comes alive in this accessible bringing together of characters from Othello, Romeo and Juliet, Two Gentlemen from Verona and more.

Directors: Monique Holt and Tim Chamberlain
Stage Manager: Thadeus Brown
Light Designer: Norah Matthews
MO2 Ensemble: James Caverly, Colin Analco, Sandra Frank, Aaron Halleck, Amelia Hensley, Annette McAllister, Michael Sprouse, and Caroline Suggs

June 2  (Wed)-8:30pm (Free)
Open Mic Night

(Taking Stage Night) Tonight YOU take the stage! Do you have a monologue? A poem? Can you tell a great story or maybe dance? When you come to see this show you will have an opportunity to sign-up to step on stage yourself. You can join the regular performers, NYC professionals, NTID students, published poets and people who are taking that first big risk of showing what they can do to an audience or you can sit back relax and watch a variety show. At the end of the evening everyone will have time to drink, be social, chat and share ideas.

June 3 (Thurs)- 7pm

Every BOX has six sides, twelve edges, and eight corners. It is consistent. It is what’s expected. It does not change. We often make ourselves slaves to finite expectations. When does our BOX become a prison?

Told predominantly through movement, this theater piece contemplates the safety, the comfort, and the joy of the BOX we know, all the while asking us to consider the possibilities that can arise when one is willing to step outside of that with which we are familiar and perhaps love more than anything else, in order to experience or perchance even to create something new.

Are you intrepid, or are you content with the finite definition of happiness and success that our social order dictates? Find out as you take this theatrical journey exploring a life lived inside and outside the BOX.

BOX made its debut at the 2009 Edinburgh Festival Fringe. “. . . thought provoking, innovative, interesting . . . not for traditionalists.”-

June 4 (Fri.)-7pm

David Rivera and Douglas Ridloff are the yin and yang of ASL. The storytelling masters complement each other as DR2 salty and sweet, funny and dark, hot and cool. The duo hurls story after story celebrating the tribulations and triumphs of Deafhood in academia and life beyond, hitting every single ASL genre: poetry using handshapes and numbers, cinematic storytelling, stand-up comedy and a fun thing called duo signing. Their voiced performance provides the link between Deafhood and the rest of the world. You just have to come and see for yourself.

June 5 (Sat.)-2-4
Del-Sign workshop

Del-Sign workshop, a fun hands-on acting workshop using a fusion Physical technique blending the foundations of Francois Delsarte movement and the Foundations of American Sign Language taught by Luane Davis Haggerty, Ph.D. co-Founder of IRT and professor/director for the National Technical Institute of Technology Performing arts department, with the assistance of NTID Student actors from the recent production of “Little Women”.

June 5 (Sat.)-7pm
Eddie Swayze: ASL poetry performance
Film screening: Miriam Nathan Lerner: The Heart of the Hydrogen Jukebox

In 1984 at the National Technical Institute for the Deaf in Rochester, New York, poet Allan Ginsburg gavea reading attended not just by hearing audience members, but by several deaf people as well. Some had been translating English poetry into sign for years, but had not yet experimented with the idea of composing original poetry in American Sign Language – which is never written, but communicates through rich and intricate signs and body gestures that must be seen to be understood. An audience member translated part of Ginsburg’s written poem Howl into sign language: the phrase hydrogen jukebox. Watching the translation, Ginsburg was floored. He experienced an Ah ha! moment, and so did the entire audience. A new ASL poetry was born that night. It’s a literature of the flesh. It is kinetic, gorgeous, heart-rending, sexy, and its history makes beautiful cinema.

In The Heart of the Hydrogen Jukebox, Lerner has collected years of archival footage showing the proto-history of deaf poetry all the way back to the first filmed rendition, and proceeding to the Ginsburg breakthrough and decades beyond.

June 6 (Sun.)- 2pm
Andy Vasnick

In a special presentation from New York Deaf Theatre, Andy Vasnick, a Deaf
actor who was last seen in the motion picture, “Gerald”, as a young man’s
recently-discovered grandfather who happens to also be autistic, shares some
special experiences he’s had over the years, and takes questions from the
audience, too.

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On the Road

Had my first cup of coffee in a long time the other day (well, a month, which is long for me!). I was on an airplane heading to Los Angeles and there is nothing I like about planes. Can’t stand the smell, the sounds, the uncomfortable seats, the bathrooms. Can’t stand how my head feels when I read (dizzy) and how my body feels no matter how still I sit (woozy).

I wanted something pleasant. The coffee smelled good, and I figured a cup or two wouldn’t hurt (I mean, heck, those cups on the plane are so little). Well, the next day I had a massive headache. So much for my theory that it wouldn’t hurt – it hurt a lot. I think on the flight home I’ll opt for decaf.

Since arriving, I’ve been sipping non-caffeinated herbal teas like crazy – it’s cold and rainy. Anyway, one of the many things I love about California is the fresh produce. With year-round farmer’s markets and a city full of restaurants that serve up lots of organic fare, it’s great to be here again.

I visited my old book club group the other night where there was a delicious raw veggie salad from Wolfgang Puck’s. Been eating fruit medleys (yum – it’s been awhile since I’ve had fresh, flavorful fruit – wish I could share it with all of you braving the winter snow back east). Today I enjoyed an organic greens salad at my favorite lunch spot, Coral Tree Café (I also had a big, ol’ brownie there – not so healthy, but very tasty).

I do miss cooking though. I’ve really come to enjoy making homemade meals. My husband was shocked when he looked at our budget the other night and realized how much we’ve cut back on eating out at restaurants. Ends up I have a mini-fridge in the hotel out here. In the morning I’ll be off to the local grocer to cobble together some wholesome goodies I can make right in my room. Š


Lately, I’ve been giving them a lot of thought.

First, my yoga teacher is always including toes in her instructions. Lift them off the ground (one at a time). Spread them. Plant them back on your mat (one at a time). It takes awhile to learn to control them – they’re so often ignored. Second, I was reading a book about a woman who had a stroke and was paralyzed on her left side, including all her toes. She was explaining the rehabilitation process and talking about the fact that she realized – once she could no longer use them – how important toes are for balance and for pushing off of when walking. Third, I just so happened to be reading the book passage while I was getting a pedicure (a gift from my husband).

So toes were on my mind.

For most of my life I didn’t pay attention to them. And when I got older I would shove them into cold, hard pointy shoes. In turn, that led to foot cramps. The cramps would attack in the middle of the night and hurt so bad I’d cry. But when I started practicing yoga, I noticed my foot cramps disappeared. I decided to give my feet the love they deserved. In addition to yoga, I began wearing comfortable shoes. And from time to time, I’d get a pedicure. I stopped painting my nails awhile ago (to avoid the harsh chemicals), but today I made a special exception.

I picked a color – Dutch Tulips – in honor of spring.

When they were red and shiny, I wiggled them and smiled. Thankful for my toes.

Avanafil – The Latest ED Treatment in the ED Market

Avanafil is the latest erectile dysfunction (ED) treatment medication to enter the ED market.  Its brand name, Stendra, is made and manufactured by Vivus Inc.   Avanafil is classified as a PDE5 inhibitor drug and competes directly with the likes of Viagra, Levitra, and Cialis.  The last ED drug was released in 2003 (with the exception of Staxyn which was released in 2010 but is very similar to Levitra in nature) which is why many are a bit amazed as well as perplexed as to why in 2012, a new ED drug was released in the market that is notably dominated by the big three.  However, the confusion was gone when those men with ED braved to test the new ED drug.

For those who were brave enough to buy avanafil and test the new ED drug, they were amazed to find out that the drug was very effective in providing the necessary erection needed for a successful sexual intercourse.  Not only did the new drug provide them with a high efficacy, but the drug also had lesser side effects than the more popular ED drug Viagra.  Despite being new in the ED market, it simply proved that the new ED medication has what it takes to compete against the big three in ED medications. Read more…

Bring It On

I’m about to fall asleep when my husband, Ron, reaches out and shakes my shoulder.

“Are you awake?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say.

“What do you want for your birthday?”

“Hmmm,” I say. “I don’t know. Let me think about it.”

But I do know. I’m debating between various brands of juicers (Green Star or Omega – any thoughts?). Ron is going to keel over when he hears this. In the six years we’ve been together, I’ve never asked for a single item relating to the kitchen.

Not a pot.

Not a pan.

Not a knife, a spatula, or a whisk.

Growing up, I never learned how to cook. My girlfriends and I — we were women of a new generation. We were going to be doctors, lawyers, and mathematicians (and we are). There would be no time for preparing meals. (I’m not sure what our eating plan was — hired help? fast food? — we didn’t think about that part). I do vaguely recall taking a Home Economics course in high school. Men were required to take it too. We baked a pie. I stared at the aluminum container holding the crust and debated between leaving it or removing it. I wasn’t sure aluminum should go in the oven so I took it off. My pie looked more like a pancake.

People change, though.

Now I see our kitchen in a whole new light. Cooking spinach lasagna the other night, I sipped a glass of wine and turned on some tunes. I had to call my mother — twice — and ask her whether I was supposed to cook the whole wheat lasagna noodles or layer them in the dish uncooked. (The first time she said, “Cook ‘em!” and the second time she said, “Yes, I’m positive. Cook ‘’em!”) I cooked the noodles. The food was delicious. I’m no longer intimidated by the kitchen. Bring on the juicer! Š

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