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NECA Washington Watch

TRS
Ex Parte—GC Docket No. 10-51
5/3/10—Sorenson spoke with Eddie Lazarus, Chief of Staff to Chairman Genachowski to express concern with NECA’s recent rate proposals for VRS service.  Sorenson argued that a decision to base the VRS rate on providers’ “historical costs” would have a devastating impact on [...]

For Immediate Release
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Contacts:
Rosaline Crawford (NAD) (Voice and TTY)
Eric Bridges (ACB)
Adrianna Montague-Gray (AFB)
Jenifer Simpson (AAPD)

Senators Mark Pryor and John Kerry Introduce the Equal Access to 21st Century Communications Act (S. 3304)
May 5, 2010, Washington, DC:–The Coalition of Organizations for Accessible Technology (COAT) thanks Senators Mark Pryor [...]

Class Claims Pennsylvania Isolates the Deaf
Courthouse News Service
By ERIN MCAULEY
HARRISBURG, Pa. (CN) – The Pennsylvania Department of Public Welfare discriminates against the mentally retarded and deaf, a class action claims in Federal Court. Lead plaintiff Harry M., 67, deaf and mentally retarded, was placed in a home with a staff that does not know sign [...]

Catholic Diocese of Green Bay delays naming Rev. Guy Blair’s successor
Officials continue to meet with St. John’s parishioners
GREENBAY PRESS GAZETTE
BY CHARLES DAVIS • • MAY 5, 2010
The Rev. Guy Blair’s transfer to Combined Locks is final, but the announcement of his successor at St. John the Evangelist Catholic Church in Green Bay has been [...]

St. John’s Deaf Parishioners Want Their Message Seen
Updated: May 3, 2010 11:42 PM
WBAY
By Matt Smith
Wisconsin
A Green Bay priest instrumental in working with the deaf community is being transferred, and Monday night parishioners wanted to send a message to the bishop.
Last week the diocese announced the transfer of Father Guy Blair from St. John the Evangelist [...]

Priest to Deaf Community Says “Their Heart is Broken” by His Transfer
WBAY
By Sarah Thomsen
Wisconsin
The Catholic Diocese of Green Bay won’t name a new pastor for St. John the Evangelist Parish in downtown Green Bay for a few more days.
The diocese delayed an announcement about a successor for Father Guy Blair, who the diocese announced is [...]

- St. Louis Post-Dispatch. April 26, 2010
Late last September, police took a 36-year-old St. Louis woman to a psychiatric hospital emergency room. She was depressed and suicidal.
It took a while for doctors at the hospital to interview the woman. No one could speak her language. Several hours passed before an interpreter arrived.
That delay might be [...]

NECA Washington Watch

TRS
Ex Parte—CG Docket No. 10-51
4/28/10—CSDVRS met with CGB and DRO staff to discuss a new rate structure for VRS.  CSDVRS said the FCC’s decision to move to a tiered multi-year rate was the right decision, but also said the methodology could be improved.  CSDCRS proposed adding [...]

Interpreted show at Nazareth

Please share if appropriate with other deaf people:
I saw the play today with an interpreter. It was deeply moving. They informed me afterwards that they have an interpreter (same one) assigned for this Sunday as well. Just show up half hour early to buy tickets. Nazareth Box office asked me to [...]

Harrisburg offers to take deaf students

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Associated Press – April 30, 2010 8:55 AM ET
HARRISBURG, S.D. (AP) – The Harrisburg School District is offering to take the five remaining students at the South Dakota School for the Deaf.
The Board of Regents, which oversees the Siou
To see the rest of article  click on http://www.kcautv.com/Global/story.asp?S=12403594

Ham and Swiss Muffulata on Wasa

Ingredients

¼ cup green olives, pitted
¼ cup Kalamata olives, pitted
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 tablespoon flat leaf Italian parsley, finely chopped
¼ teaspoon dried oregano
1 clove garlic, minced
1 tablespoon roasted red pepper, chopped
1 tablespoon freshly squeezed lemon juice
2 pieces peperocini, chopped
6 teaspoons Dijon style mustard
6 thin slices Guyere Swiss cheese
6 thin slices imported ham
6 pieces WASA Sourdough Rye Crispbread

Directions

Prepare muffuletta spread by mixing together in a small bowl green olives, Kalamata olives, olive oil, parsley, oregano, garlic, red pepper, peperocini, and lemon juice.
Spread 1 teaspoon of Dijon mustard on each crispbread followed by one slice of cheese and one slice of ham. Top with 1 tablespoon of muffuletta mixture.

Prep time: 15 minutes

Serves 2

Nutritional Value Per Serving

Calories 145
Total Fat 8 g
Saturated Fat 3 g
Cholesterol 24 mg
Sodium 684 mg
Total Carbohydrate 10 g
Dietary Fiber 2 g
Protein 10 g
Calcium 10% of daily value

Yoga Class in the Car

On my way to yoga class, I’m not sure which way to go. The road splits, and my instinct says left but Mapquest says right. I ignore my gut and follow the computer’s instructions.

Oops.

Turing around in the greater Washington DC area is nearly impossible. One road leads to a twisted mass of other roads and within 10 minutes I’ve crossed three borders, hitting Maryland, Washington DC, and Virginia. There are cars everywhere. Jammed along the freeway. Weaving in front of me as they merge. And my mind races with them.

In my head I’m caught up in the emotional turmoil of living in a new city. I want to move back to our original home in California where I know the streets like the back of my hand and can walk to yoga class. The clock is inching forward. By the time I figure out where I am it’s too late. I’ve missed the class.

I’m waiting at a stop sign when a woman in a minivan bumps the rear of my car.

Argh!” I yell (okay technically I yell a cuss word, but this is a G-rated blog).

As I pull over into a parking lot my instinct says stop and breathe. This time I listen. Just because I’m not in yoga class doesn’t mean I can’t practice yoga. I have my body, mind, and soul right here in the car with me — I don’t need a mat, a blanket, or the wood floor of a studio.

In inhale deeply and lengthen my spine. I meditate on my breath and seek inner stillness. By the time I step out of the car I feel a hundred times better. The woman in the minivan is apologetic and wants to make sure I’m okay and my car’s okay.

There is only a small scrape on the back bumper.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “This car is 10 years old.”

We wave goodbye to each other and drive our separate ways. On the way home I continue to practice my breathing. My blue mat is still rolled up on the passenger’s seat. And the roads are still packed with cars and noisy construction and confusing twisting turns. But inside, I’m slowly finding silence.

Downhill

I carefully set out my outfit.

Organized my purse.

Planned breakfast.

Gathered the leash to walk the dog.

And then, finally, set my alarm clock.

As a writer, I’ve been working out of the home for a couple years, but Monday morning I was due in a company’s corporate offices for a six-week, on-site editorial gig. I’m not a morning person at all, so the night before, I needed to prepare.

Food-wise, the first day went okay. I ate fruit and oatmeal for breakfast, had a tuna sandwich in the office’s cafeteria for lunch, and, back home, had enough energy left over to cook a healthy vegetable-based dinner. That was Day 1. The rest of week I watched myself slide downhill. (I’d forgotten how corporate jobs suck every second of your time away – making it hard to prepare fresh meals. Oh, and the sugar. Being Valentine’s week, the chocolate overload running through that office – Oy! I ate too much of it.) By Friday, my fridge was bare (no breakfast fruit), I was still eating tuna for lunch (hello – mercury overload?), and dinner was refined pasta at a restaurant.

My throat felt a little . . . sore. OMG, was I getting a cold? Dang it. I didn’t have a single cold in 2007, and I suspect it was because my immune system was stronger due to better eating habits.

“I haven’t eaten one vegetable today,” I said to Ron Friday night. (I’m not counting a wilted piece of lettuce and green tomato slice on my tuna sandwich as real vegetables).

Saturday morning, as my sinuses clogged and my throat felt worse, I rushed my husband out the door with a grocery list. I juiced vegetables and drank the concoction down in a few gulps. I ate an orange. For lunch, I made a homemade bean soup. I ate another orange. For dinner I made a veggie omelet.

Too late. I officially had a cold. I knew the best thing I could do for myself was rest. I cancelled all weekend plans, and I slept and drank hot tea. In bed Sunday night, I figured I’d be calling in sick the next day. But miraculously, I woke up cured. Again, I blame the vegetables for the quick recovery.

This week I’m doing better (not great, but better) managing the “office” life. Our home fridge is stocked with healthy foods to choose from in the morning, I’m packing my lunch (dark leafy green salad with cranberries, walnuts, and a little goat cheese), and dinner is mapped out (today we’re having a brown rice risotto with asparagus and a mixed greens salad).

I’ll be sure to toast to good health.

Toes

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.

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