11:32 a.m. - November 17, 2003
Having doubts about the choir, the familiar yetta litany: What was I thinking? I don't sing well but neither my shower nor vehicle complain and my half-man voice can't throw off the ensemble, can it? Besides, it's only for the Christmas season and what damage can one do to carols? If I stay in the choir I already see a dilemma ahead: Do or not do the Christmas Eve program again in San Francisco? Should I examine this from a faith-thing or a no-thing persepective? I'll table it. Why worry?
Firmly resolved not to lose control tonight. Calm, cool, disengaged is today's external theme.
Last thought: Disappointed in my (wavering?) ability to go from ASL to Spanish. Spanish - ASL, no problem, but I fumbled far too many times vice versa. You know, I love translation, am enamored with the analytical process of L1 to L2, bridging cultural and linguistic norms as fast as synapses fire and obtain information. The brain is a wonderful structure and I am excited to be returning to school in January. Anyway, back to translation: My (Spanish speaking) team made me appreciate language further when she translated a bit about an unruly teenager acting out to [name withheld] is acting like a little man and the parents were proud and nodded their heads.
Language is beautiful. Even English.
Now, why can't I find ASL - Swahili, or ASL - Latin assignments? Come on people, help me out here. I need something to keep my mind occupado.