Abababa Road Tour
Oct. 1st, 2006 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
polyhordeUgh, I have some catching up to do.
* I had a dream a week or two ago. Most of my dreams have me either running away or fighting for my life, but this was a pleasant one. There's a girl, woman actually, in one of my classes. She's very sweet and very straight (I met her boyfriend who seems quite charming) and she made me a knit rainbow hat. I dreamt that we went on our first date - it was quiet, calm, and exciting as a first date should be. I'm attracted to plenty of people (mainly women at the moment) but nothing deeper than what I feel when I see a painting, pretty but not something you'd want in your bed. Eh, plenty of time for that eventually.
* Ernie's beginning to distress me. None of my friends are arrogant, ok, ok, they aren't genuinely arrogant. Some of them pretend to be snobs for laughs, and others are just insecure enough to make up for it. Ernie seems to becoming a little too proud, not in life but in theater where he is 'king'. It isn't bad enough that I'm considering speaking to him about it but I'm starting to worry he's going to turn into a pain in the ass prima donna. He's too nice a guy to drive people away by turning into a schmuck.
* Jeff and Katie are moving into a new and supposedly better apartment (they have a soft date for the wedding, the anniversary of their first date 2008). My family has been enlisted to help them do the actual moving, I got out of hauling anything too heavy by making us dinner.
* I'm sick, a mild cold, but annoying enough that it's starting to screw with my routine. I have two sessions of choir on Monday, University Singers for a little less than two hours and then immediately over to ACC for another three hours (take away a break and an early end) by the end of the night I can barely hit a note.
* I have got to get to sewing, I have two big projects coming up - one is my Halloween costume (I get extra credit from my theater classes for coming in costume) which ought to be awesome, I'm even doing my research into the character and I plan on highlighting and cutting my hair. The other one (and even bigger one) is a present for Jenny. Her birthday was weeks ago and I plan on sending her . . . something between now and Christmas as a combo gift. I only hope she likes it since I've never made one of these. -.-
* I'm on a BIG Sign Language kick. I've been interested in sign for years (I can't remember when I first got into it). I haven't been studying it that long, a few weeks, and though I need to practice I'm having a helluva time. Thursday in stead of going to Chugiak my entire class went to The Abababa Road Tour. I go there an hour early and spent my time watching everyone, I was too timid to go up and start having a conversation, partially because I don’t know enough to be comfortable and also because I always feel like I’m intruding (I don’t know much in the way of sign, none of my friends are deaf, and I can’t fingerspell for sh*t). I sat quietly by myself, a woman from my class sat by me and attempted to make awkward conversation but I didn’t want to talk, I wanted to sign and she clearly wasn’t up for it. Paul came in and sat by our teacher, I watched his conversation and was having a fun time “eavesdropping”. He noticed me watching and waved me over, in sign I asked him if there was an empty seat for me. He told me to wait a minute, then got up, grabbed a free chair and set it down next to him. Paul and I spent the rest of the time before the show talking to each other and to the very nice hearing gentlemen and his deaf girlfriend. I got very confused at some point (I do know how to sign the words. “I’m confused!! Help, anyone, please help me! I don’t understand.”) and he laughed his head off and asked his girlfriend if she’d help me, she said no but I didn’t understand so he had to explain it to me which only made him laugh harder. Looking around I noticed another familiar face, Riley. I waved a cheery hello and got one back. “You take ASL?” “Yeah, I’m in an ASL 1 class.” I tried to ask him how he was but he stared at me blankly so I got up and actually “spoke” to him and his classmates, how do you not know the signs for “How’re you?” or “’sup?” I don’t know. The show was starting so I had to run off but when I looked for him at intermission (I didn’t look that hard, I was too busy talking to Paul) he was gone.
Alan "Abababa" Abarbanell is a hearing son of a deaf family. His mother, his father, and his three asshole brothers are all deaf. The show was like most stand-up, but instead of having stories about Texas or European History or Aging, his stories were about his place in the deaf and hearing world, and his family.
Of all the characters he portrayed I liked his father best, he was always yelling but he had a great sense of humor, if you were his kid you’d want to whallop him but as an outsider he was awesome – i.e. Papa Titus for those who saw that show, but a better Dad.
“My father was so proud when I was born, he was 55, [signing and in deaf voice] ‘See that, I made that, uh huh, this old thing [vaguely pornographic sign] still works.’ ‘Stop! They see, they know.’”
So many fun bits, like when he was a kid he got hauled into the principal’s office for impersonating the voices of his deaf family friends. His parents were called in and there wasn’t anyone to interpret for them.
German Principal: We are very disappointed by Alan; he is mocking the mute, crippled people.
Alan Signs: We Love Alan. He’s so polite; we wish we had 200 just like him.
Parents: Oh! Good, Wonderful!
GP: No, I don’t think you understand, this is very serious, he is mocking these poor sick people.
AS: The principal, has throat cancer.
P: O!, We’re so sorry. Don’t worry we’ll take care of everything. Just go home and rest.
They went back to work and Alan went back to class.
When he got home his Dad was waiting for him. “Very funny. You think you can interpret your Principal wrong.”
“What! How do you Know!?”
“Your mother, she can read lips.”
“Shit!” [A brand shiny new sign]
“You think you’re funny, these voices, let me hear them.”
“What, now?”
“Now.”
“Uh . . . ok. You know Slow-Talking-Deaf-Lady [impersonates her] ‘hh-eee-lllllll-oooo’.”
[Dad doesn’t move.]
“Umm, or Mmmm Lady [impersonates her].”
[Dad snorts then covers it quickly]
“What about Loud-Deaf-Man ‘ ‘ALLO ALAN!’”
[Dad bursts out laughing] “We laugh at him too, all his friends are deaf. Who does he think can hear him?!”
It was wonderful, I laughed so hard I started choking and the serious bits made me cry. I hope he comes back some day, or else I see him perform somewhere else.
It’s late but I realized something from my experience, it’ll just have to wait.
All my best ~Jess
* I had a dream a week or two ago. Most of my dreams have me either running away or fighting for my life, but this was a pleasant one. There's a girl, woman actually, in one of my classes. She's very sweet and very straight (I met her boyfriend who seems quite charming) and she made me a knit rainbow hat. I dreamt that we went on our first date - it was quiet, calm, and exciting as a first date should be. I'm attracted to plenty of people (mainly women at the moment) but nothing deeper than what I feel when I see a painting, pretty but not something you'd want in your bed. Eh, plenty of time for that eventually.
* Ernie's beginning to distress me. None of my friends are arrogant, ok, ok, they aren't genuinely arrogant. Some of them pretend to be snobs for laughs, and others are just insecure enough to make up for it. Ernie seems to becoming a little too proud, not in life but in theater where he is 'king'. It isn't bad enough that I'm considering speaking to him about it but I'm starting to worry he's going to turn into a pain in the ass prima donna. He's too nice a guy to drive people away by turning into a schmuck.
* Jeff and Katie are moving into a new and supposedly better apartment (they have a soft date for the wedding, the anniversary of their first date 2008). My family has been enlisted to help them do the actual moving, I got out of hauling anything too heavy by making us dinner.
* I'm sick, a mild cold, but annoying enough that it's starting to screw with my routine. I have two sessions of choir on Monday, University Singers for a little less than two hours and then immediately over to ACC for another three hours (take away a break and an early end) by the end of the night I can barely hit a note.
* I have got to get to sewing, I have two big projects coming up - one is my Halloween costume (I get extra credit from my theater classes for coming in costume) which ought to be awesome, I'm even doing my research into the character and I plan on highlighting and cutting my hair. The other one (and even bigger one) is a present for Jenny. Her birthday was weeks ago and I plan on sending her . . . something between now and Christmas as a combo gift. I only hope she likes it since I've never made one of these. -.-
* I'm on a BIG Sign Language kick. I've been interested in sign for years (I can't remember when I first got into it). I haven't been studying it that long, a few weeks, and though I need to practice I'm having a helluva time. Thursday in stead of going to Chugiak my entire class went to The Abababa Road Tour. I go there an hour early and spent my time watching everyone, I was too timid to go up and start having a conversation, partially because I don’t know enough to be comfortable and also because I always feel like I’m intruding (I don’t know much in the way of sign, none of my friends are deaf, and I can’t fingerspell for sh*t). I sat quietly by myself, a woman from my class sat by me and attempted to make awkward conversation but I didn’t want to talk, I wanted to sign and she clearly wasn’t up for it. Paul came in and sat by our teacher, I watched his conversation and was having a fun time “eavesdropping”. He noticed me watching and waved me over, in sign I asked him if there was an empty seat for me. He told me to wait a minute, then got up, grabbed a free chair and set it down next to him. Paul and I spent the rest of the time before the show talking to each other and to the very nice hearing gentlemen and his deaf girlfriend. I got very confused at some point (I do know how to sign the words. “I’m confused!! Help, anyone, please help me! I don’t understand.”) and he laughed his head off and asked his girlfriend if she’d help me, she said no but I didn’t understand so he had to explain it to me which only made him laugh harder. Looking around I noticed another familiar face, Riley. I waved a cheery hello and got one back. “You take ASL?” “Yeah, I’m in an ASL 1 class.” I tried to ask him how he was but he stared at me blankly so I got up and actually “spoke” to him and his classmates, how do you not know the signs for “How’re you?” or “’sup?” I don’t know. The show was starting so I had to run off but when I looked for him at intermission (I didn’t look that hard, I was too busy talking to Paul) he was gone.
Alan "Abababa" Abarbanell is a hearing son of a deaf family. His mother, his father, and his three asshole brothers are all deaf. The show was like most stand-up, but instead of having stories about Texas or European History or Aging, his stories were about his place in the deaf and hearing world, and his family.
Of all the characters he portrayed I liked his father best, he was always yelling but he had a great sense of humor, if you were his kid you’d want to whallop him but as an outsider he was awesome – i.e. Papa Titus for those who saw that show, but a better Dad.
“My father was so proud when I was born, he was 55, [signing and in deaf voice] ‘See that, I made that, uh huh, this old thing [vaguely pornographic sign] still works.’ ‘Stop! They see, they know.’”
So many fun bits, like when he was a kid he got hauled into the principal’s office for impersonating the voices of his deaf family friends. His parents were called in and there wasn’t anyone to interpret for them.
German Principal: We are very disappointed by Alan; he is mocking the mute, crippled people.
Alan Signs: We Love Alan. He’s so polite; we wish we had 200 just like him.
Parents: Oh! Good, Wonderful!
GP: No, I don’t think you understand, this is very serious, he is mocking these poor sick people.
AS: The principal, has throat cancer.
P: O!, We’re so sorry. Don’t worry we’ll take care of everything. Just go home and rest.
They went back to work and Alan went back to class.
When he got home his Dad was waiting for him. “Very funny. You think you can interpret your Principal wrong.”
“What! How do you Know!?”
“Your mother, she can read lips.”
“Shit!” [A brand shiny new sign]
“You think you’re funny, these voices, let me hear them.”
“What, now?”
“Now.”
“Uh . . . ok. You know Slow-Talking-Deaf-Lady [impersonates her] ‘hh-eee-lllllll-oooo’.”
[Dad doesn’t move.]
“Umm, or Mmmm Lady [impersonates her].”
[Dad snorts then covers it quickly]
“What about Loud-Deaf-Man ‘ ‘ALLO ALAN!’”
[Dad bursts out laughing] “We laugh at him too, all his friends are deaf. Who does he think can hear him?!”
It was wonderful, I laughed so hard I started choking and the serious bits made me cry. I hope he comes back some day, or else I see him perform somewhere else.
It’s late but I realized something from my experience, it’ll just have to wait.
All my best ~Jess
