I am struggling to embed subtitles on my vlog. I followed this advice from Evans' blog and I have came upon an obstacle-- for some odd reason, my VirtualMod cannot DO the subtitles (which is a filter I added)...
ARGH!
Anybody can help me with this troubleshootig??
Or at least recommend me a program that does have the feature of subtitling AND a instruction that guides me to a SUCCESSFULLY subtitled video...
VideoLan-- I have downloaded but I have no inklings on how to get around it...
I wish I could just push it off to somebody who will just work and figure out all the nooks and crannys and tell me how to do it...
Saturday, November 25
Monday, November 20
Abundances of Countdowns
I have so many countdowns for December:
The last day I have to go for work, my birthday, my last day of classes before I graduate, and the day I fly out to Europe!
My livelihood ends first-- on December 6th. After grading my ASL students' finals, I am liberated (until next quarter). My last day of classes is on 9th, but there are possibilites of finals being conducted after the last day of classes; I don't even know when my finals are... yet! My birthday's on 11th and I abscond to Europe on 14th (not many of my friends know about this trip).
Time will fly by quick in next three weeks.
My itinerary for Europe are the following:
We decided to omit Germany from our plans because of Finland-- both countries have two major elements: snow and alcohol. Why should we visit Germany if Finland already got them? ;-) So we are skipping over Germany to greet my family for Christmas (and to pay respects for my mummo).
I don't even bother to think about Thanksgiving this weekend.
I am not sure what to do this Thanksgiving. My mom will fly in and might need a ride from the airport on the turkey-day. My dad have asked me for a lunch. My in-laws are having a late-lunch/early-dinner. Oh dear... better get those stretch-waist pants...
I do understand the sentiment that goes with the thanksgiving holiday that gives you opportunties to reminisence of what to be grateful...
But my belief is that it shouldn't be limited to one day a year. You should give gratitude everyday for what you have in your life. Be thankful for people that love you (and that you love too). Say it everyday. Say it to your loved ones. Don't wait until the third Thursday* of November!!
* this year we do have five thursdays, and our third thursday fell upon the 16th, but our first week didn't include monday therefore we began to count thursdays AFTER the first Monday which brought us to 23rd as our third thursday... this is my merly disclaimer in case you espy the fallacy.
The last day I have to go for work, my birthday, my last day of classes before I graduate, and the day I fly out to Europe!
My livelihood ends first-- on December 6th. After grading my ASL students' finals, I am liberated (until next quarter). My last day of classes is on 9th, but there are possibilites of finals being conducted after the last day of classes; I don't even know when my finals are... yet! My birthday's on 11th and I abscond to Europe on 14th (not many of my friends know about this trip).
Time will fly by quick in next three weeks.
My itinerary for Europe are the following:
Barcelona, Spain-- December 15 to December 20
London Stansted, England-- December 20 to 21
Tampere and Pori, Finland-- December 21 to December 26
London, England-- December 26 to 29 (I will see you Jordon!)
Paris, France-- December 29 or 30 to January 1st
Somewhere in Italy (mostly likely Venice and Verona)-- January 1st to...January 9th??
Back to Barcelona, Spain-- January 9 and 10, which is the day we fly back home!
We decided to omit Germany from our plans because of Finland-- both countries have two major elements: snow and alcohol. Why should we visit Germany if Finland already got them? ;-) So we are skipping over Germany to greet my family for Christmas (and to pay respects for my mummo).
I don't even bother to think about Thanksgiving this weekend.
I am not sure what to do this Thanksgiving. My mom will fly in and might need a ride from the airport on the turkey-day. My dad have asked me for a lunch. My in-laws are having a late-lunch/early-dinner. Oh dear... better get those stretch-waist pants...
I do understand the sentiment that goes with the thanksgiving holiday that gives you opportunties to reminisence of what to be grateful...
But my belief is that it shouldn't be limited to one day a year. You should give gratitude everyday for what you have in your life. Be thankful for people that love you (and that you love too). Say it everyday. Say it to your loved ones. Don't wait until the third Thursday* of November!!
* this year we do have five thursdays, and our third thursday fell upon the 16th, but our first week didn't include monday therefore we began to count thursdays AFTER the first Monday which brought us to 23rd as our third thursday... this is my merly disclaimer in case you espy the fallacy.
Sunday, November 12
Countdown to my 21st birthday
Yes. Surprise. I am not 21 yet (that if you haven't paid attention to my "profile" on the right column).
I mentioned a while ago that I am a teetotaller so my 21st birthday is an another birthday to me-- with an lavish sanction that has bequeathed upon me--unlimited access to bars and clubs.
Just before you jump the gun by crying out "What do you mean, a teetotaller that wants to go in clubs and bars??"; please do allow me to rationalize:
Where do all 20-something to 30-something Deaf people go for carousals? Bars. Hell, there is even an montly event that frets with happy hour (DPHH). In Southern California, there are usually a variety of Deaf hangouts at clubs where there is a Deaf deejay to blast out music (usually around holidays).
I have been sneaked through the security for many years-- behind their backs, they never ask for my ID because they think I am actually older, or just saying that I am a Designated Driver.
I am tired of it. I am tired of being barred to go in anywhere just because I fall short below the "21-and-up" mark.
I want to be able to just waltz in anywhere just to socialize-- for a friend's birthday, for a dinner with hubby C, or just to feel the music.
December 11 will be the day I am (pah) freed.
December 11 won't be the day I take 21-shots to celebrate.
December 11 won't be the day I become a drunk either-- or even a sipper.
My 21st birthday is merely a celebration of my freedom under the society's inane policy of curbing people's addictions to alcoholic beverages to an extent to establish a "21-and-up" mark, which I am being punished just because I happen to be in an age group where bad choices had been made for many decades. Thanks a lot, guys.
I am greatly disappointed in my friends (at least, I thought they were my friends) who have been pressured me to take a giant party with various alcohols for me to try. This upsets me because I realized that none of them knows me nor cares about me. So this is my little life that I am sharing with you all-- the reason I don't want to drink at all is because I came from an alocholic family where physical violence was infused. Divorces, deaths, and bitter lives have been followed as my family became addicted to alcohol (especially my own father). Do you think I want to embrace the alcohol as I remember all shit I grew up with? I feel like I want to scream: "Quit imposing your addiction to me!"
I honestly don't get it why it shocks people that I still chose to NOT drink by my own will. I feel sorry for them, actually-- that they truly believe life does revolve alcohol and parties. It is not the same when you are 45-yr-old and you are still beer-bonging... please do break out of that habit, already. Grow up.
I mentioned a while ago that I am a teetotaller so my 21st birthday is an another birthday to me-- with an lavish sanction that has bequeathed upon me--unlimited access to bars and clubs.
Just before you jump the gun by crying out "What do you mean, a teetotaller that wants to go in clubs and bars??"; please do allow me to rationalize:
Where do all 20-something to 30-something Deaf people go for carousals? Bars. Hell, there is even an montly event that frets with happy hour (DPHH). In Southern California, there are usually a variety of Deaf hangouts at clubs where there is a Deaf deejay to blast out music (usually around holidays).
I have been sneaked through the security for many years-- behind their backs, they never ask for my ID because they think I am actually older, or just saying that I am a Designated Driver.
I am tired of it. I am tired of being barred to go in anywhere just because I fall short below the "21-and-up" mark.
I want to be able to just waltz in anywhere just to socialize-- for a friend's birthday, for a dinner with hubby C, or just to feel the music.
December 11 will be the day I am (pah) freed.
December 11 won't be the day I take 21-shots to celebrate.
December 11 won't be the day I become a drunk either-- or even a sipper.
My 21st birthday is merely a celebration of my freedom under the society's inane policy of curbing people's addictions to alcoholic beverages to an extent to establish a "21-and-up" mark, which I am being punished just because I happen to be in an age group where bad choices had been made for many decades. Thanks a lot, guys.
I am greatly disappointed in my friends (at least, I thought they were my friends) who have been pressured me to take a giant party with various alcohols for me to try. This upsets me because I realized that none of them knows me nor cares about me. So this is my little life that I am sharing with you all-- the reason I don't want to drink at all is because I came from an alocholic family where physical violence was infused. Divorces, deaths, and bitter lives have been followed as my family became addicted to alcohol (especially my own father). Do you think I want to embrace the alcohol as I remember all shit I grew up with? I feel like I want to scream: "Quit imposing your addiction to me!"
I honestly don't get it why it shocks people that I still chose to NOT drink by my own will. I feel sorry for them, actually-- that they truly believe life does revolve alcohol and parties. It is not the same when you are 45-yr-old and you are still beer-bonging... please do break out of that habit, already. Grow up.
Friday, November 10
Very Impolite of me-- or not?
I picked up a trick from my husband when encountering with a panicky
cashier. You know those guys-- who broke down when you asked for a piece
of paper so you can write down your order... Anyway C learned that you
can ask them to "feed out a paper" from their cashier (you know those
machine that cranks out your receipts?).
So here's my observation at a certain starbucks off the higway 56 that I
had to email to my husband to caution him:
****
Apparently it is impolite to
"touch (their) feeder" at starbucks.
I pulled off 56 (which was CHOKED) to sip at Starbucks to sit out the
traffic and work on my stuff.
At the cashier, a young lady was yapping so I gestured for paper-- she
fumbled around so I pointed to the feeder. She looked confused. So I
proceed to press "Feed" and tore off a piece of paper from that machine
to write down.
She proceeded as if nothing... Then as she took my card, she looked at
me and said something very bitchy but I missed so I went "hmm?" she
repeated but I didn't catch on quick enough-- she dismissed it with a
"never mind" but I understood 5 seconds later: "don't touch my feeder,
okay? Don't ever do that."
And I replied with my voice: "Oh *sorry*" with a smudge of attitude when
she handed back my card.
O.M.G....
So be wary of Starbucks cashiers.
Monday, November 6
BlueManGroup
 | The COX Arena at San Diego State. I was in the first row, before the floor which you can see that there are non-permanment seats towarding the stage. | The famous signature of BlueManGroup-- blue illumination |  |
 | Gone wild with Red!!!! They had a signer/band which is Tracy B. (I cannot find the last name!!! My apology) | You can see on the upper-right corner where there is a "big screen" (which is small to your view) of three members of BlueManGroup playing with PVC pipes to make music. |  |
The photos are poor, I know. I wasn't THAT close but the SK camera's fisheye made it appearing that I was FAR away from the stage.
The show was a BLAST. It was LOUD and it did use more music than the first show I went to in NYC in 1998. Maybe because they have to play to an audience of 3,000 rather than an audience of 60 so they have to relay on music to be accessible to everybody. They did use a lot of texts (even during SOME of songs by Tracy B.) to be projected into the screen.
They are still funny. Amazing. Truly a blast. Worth every dollar I spent on this ticket. ANYBODY, Deaf or Hearing, WILL ENJOY THIS SHOW. The humor, the extraordinary visuals, and many more. IT doesn't matter if you cannot understand the songs. It is just a crutch, in my opinion-- to keep the hearies happy while the BMG is having fun on the stage.
GO IF THEY ARE PLAYING IN YOUR CITY!!!!!!!!!!
http://www.blueman.com/multimedia/video/ For more videos to watch to get an idea what their show is like.
http://www.blueman.com/tour/tourdates.shtml For the dates they play in whatever city.
Wednesday, November 1
Rest in Peace, Mummo
My mummo had died this morning 5am our time in Pori, Finland. It was heart-wrenching because C and I planned to visit her for Christmas. She had lived a full life for eighty years. She was married at age 18 and was widowed at 60. She was the first daughter of nine kids. She had five children, nine grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren (my niece, one of them). She was coherent and lively all way to her last day. She was my mummo. Sirkka Mari Majuri, minuä rakastan sinua.
Sirkka "Mummo" Majuri
August 29, 1926 to November 1, 2006.
My Äiti(mother) and mummo(grandmother)
Tidbits:
Mummo was the first daughter of her family. My mother is the first daughter. I am the first daughter. We all have the same middle name because we all are the first daughters. I have Mummo's thin lips. Äiti has learned from Mummo the infamous Finnish stare which C claims I have inherited. I do have a lot of memories of Mummo even though we did live far away from each other. She always visited me in America (dozen times) and I visited her four times in Finland so far in my lifetime. The language barrier never stopped us. She never learned English. I struggled to learn Finnish. But we always managed to communicate somehow-- she did use ASL, some HSL, and some Finnish signs to me and I would write some minimal Finnish while I grew up. I always looked forward to her home-made cookies (which I received a box last summer).
She was my grandmother.
August 29, 1926 to November 1, 2006.
My Äiti(mother) and mummo(grandmother)
Tidbits:
Mummo was the first daughter of her family. My mother is the first daughter. I am the first daughter. We all have the same middle name because we all are the first daughters. I have Mummo's thin lips. Äiti has learned from Mummo the infamous Finnish stare which C claims I have inherited. I do have a lot of memories of Mummo even though we did live far away from each other. She always visited me in America (dozen times) and I visited her four times in Finland so far in my lifetime. The language barrier never stopped us. She never learned English. I struggled to learn Finnish. But we always managed to communicate somehow-- she did use ASL, some HSL, and some Finnish signs to me and I would write some minimal Finnish while I grew up. I always looked forward to her home-made cookies (which I received a box last summer).
She was my grandmother.
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