THIS WEEK IN REFLECTION
Another mostly housebound week. I did make it out with Nick for some errands on Friday, including to Torrid, a clothing store, for some new professional black blouses for ASL. I’m going to start recording polished, “professional” videos for my ASL website. One video will be explaining how to play the board game Sweet Valley High. The second video will be me explaining the names, locations, and functions of the muscles in your face that allow you to make expressions. These are for my Technology for Interpreters class.
I’ve been working with a classmate to go over ASL video assignments, and it’s nice. For one assignment we were going to describe how digestion works, and I explained that when you are nervous, your large intestine fills up with water, which makes you have diarrhea. We talked about how to sign the breakdown that happens in stages in digestion, for example. How do you explain what an intestine looks like? In what way do you describe nutrients leaving through the small intestine? I’ve had more confidence lately when recorded assignments. I told my study buddy thank you for helping me not flood my large intestine every time we have a video assignment.
Did I ever tell you guys I couldn’t graduate when planned because I was short one credit hour? In what? Literally in anything. Unfortunately, there are not many one-credit class options that happen over the summer semesters, so I pounced on Medical Terminology. I do enjoy learning about the body, and so as I work on assignments in ASL that have to do with health, I’m sensing a calling.
It’s been pretty cold here, and Kitty takes action to let me know setting the thermostat at 65 does not agree with her. She tucked herself in. We also got her expensive food hoping maybe she will stop throwing up if she is not eating any grain or corn. What do I mean? The cat’s eating quail now, ya’ll. Quail and pumpkin and berries.
THIS WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
Betty MacDonald’s last memoir, Onions in the Stew, is going to hit a lot of folks the wrong way because times were different. I do wonder what would have happened if she commented more on global political issues, like WWII, instead of keeping her reflections on home (literally her house and the people in it). In her third memoir we’re told it’s The Great Depression, but her life doesn’t reflect what I’ve stereotyped in my mind of that time period. Altogether, I’m wondering if MacDonald lived a fairly privileged life compared to many Americans. Although you may think “yeesh” in some places of all four of her memoirs, she does capture aspects of middle class white-American culture in each book, whether it’s living in a TB sanitarium or what teens were like in the 1940s.
My review of Tell My Horse by Zora Neale Hurston conjured up (get it?) great discussion about her anthropological work in Haiti and Jamaica as she sought to capture a culture that practices Voodoo. After I read all the comments, I sought out books about best practices and norms in anthropology and found one that looks at the impact Franz Boas (Hurston’s professor) and his protegees had on the field of cultural anthropology.
NEXT WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
For comparison, I read another memoir about a Black Deaf person living in the south. The first book was On the Beat of Truth, written by the hearing daughter of two Deaf, Black parents. The second memoir, Sounds Like Home was written by a Black Deaf woman named Mary Herring Wright about her youth in the south, how she became deaf, and going to a residential school for the D/deaf. My review goes up on Tuesday.
After I attended an online author event with Shayda Kafai, I bought her book Crip Kinship, which looks at the way certain identities — queer, brown, disabled — bring together a community of artists and performers in the San Francisco area. What does kinship between people of color who are queer and disabled look like? Review Thursday.
BOOKS ADDED TO THE TBR PILE
Owned Books on TBR at Beginning of Year: 202
Owned Books on TBR Last Week: 193
Owned Books on TBR Today: 193