DC Council is considering a bill to require OC films more frequently, better yet on a regular basis. They listen to our concerns, but we were more concern about a typo error on a list of individuals and organizations speaking on our behalf. It's hilarious when we are thought to be dead. Dead people can't make it to the meeting, but Deaf, if they're still alive are able to testified on our behalf. The important thing is to point out the typo error, no need to broadcast to the whole world of the fact, it's unintentional. Complaining over one word on paper may cause us a vote, as legislators would think our priorities are misplaced. I would rather worry about a typo error on the silver screen instead. There is no excuses that metro Washington area theatres not provide OC films given the fact we have a large Deaf population due to the proximity of Gallaudet. NATO worries about revenues, doubting that there is a demand. Actually, Redbox laughing their way to the bank, having a monopoly serving the Deaf that rent its OC DVDs. Redbox knows the Deaf market, NATO is blind to realize that. Yes, I understand the problems with CC glasses, nothing will happen if the manufacturers don't receive feedback from you guys. I would invest in owning a theatre right on Gallaudet campus buying their stocks. The press is having a field day when we make a big deal over a typo, that's why we are dead to them.
It's only an hour flight, Cuban visa can be bought during check-in at the airline counter before departure, just don't forget your passport. I exchanged dollars into their convertible (CUC) pesos upon arrival. I stayed at an hostel next to the baseball stadium. I focused on videotaping their culture alone rather than being somewhat biased traveling group with their hectic schedule. One day took a Soviet era Lada taxi to outskirts of Havana to visit a Deaf school. They asked me what we Deaf Americans do with our obsolete TTY as we are using VP nowadays, hopefully some organizations will donate those equipment. I felt like was blasted into the past, surrounded by all those vintage automobiles.