I just posted a comment on a friend's blog about dubbing and subtitles. I matter-of-fact stated that since I tend to have the television on closed captioning much of the time, I do better with subtitles.
I never dreamed it would come to this in my mid 40s though. Wait - not even mid 40s.
As I sit here this morning, listening to the ever increasing ringing in my ears (tinnitus), I'm reminded I've gotten quite good at little tricks and things to mostly keep this from everyone but Jon. Poor Jon -- the Parkinson's and the Parkinson's drugs tend to affect his speech. Sometimes I need sharp clear annunciation (with clear facial movements) to understand. Unfortunately, now he slurs ocassionally and his facial movements sometimes are a little soft and sluggish.
Can you hear me now?
In the chaos that tends to be my life, I have to laugh at the oddity. I have an IPod that I just received but haven't set up yet. Me - who lives in music - yet it sets nearly blank.
What if it's like my hands free cell phone feature? what if either I can't hear it or it causes pain when I can get it loud enough to hear.
Wouldn't life be wonderful if music could be closed captioned instead of just little music notes and an announcement that it *is* music?
Wouldn't it be the best if the fates didn't have a wicked sense of humour?
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The photo above was taken summer 2006 @ The Virginia Renaissance Festival. Gary Schwartz is a gifted musician/composer who specializes in period music.
