May 21, 1994
Chris Willman's review of "Tommy" (" 'The Who's Tommy': Is Wizardry Enough?" May 12) was correct in one sense: The producers did miscast the title character: The only "deaf, dumb and blind kid" in the audience was Willman. P.S. Chris, you watch too much MTV. WILLIAM MURPHY SWAIN Orange
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
May 17, 1989 |
The last thing Ron Martinez expected to find at the beach Tuesday was a slimy sea slug, which oozed through his fingers. It was an eerie sensation he had never experienced, even before he became blind. "It feels kind of gross, actually," said Martinez, one of 10 students from the Orange County Braille Institute who explored the tide pools at Dana Point. It was a day for the senses as students followed interpretive guides from the Orange County Marine Institute. What the students could not see they could hear and smell and touch: the seaweed drying in the sun, waves crashing, sea creatures crawling over palms.
January 28, 2001
Joel M. Deutsch's essay reveals perhaps as narrow an outlook as he condemns in the woman who rejects him because of his vision problem ("Love Through a Fractured Lens," Dec. 10). He initially sizes up his blind date approvingly, commenting specifically on her "form-fitting jeans and sweater." I wonder what sort of woman his personals ad had targeted (petite, pretty, physically fit?), or whether, in fielding responses to that ad, he seriously considered dating a heavy woman, a disabled woman or a woman who struggles with any kind of physical imperfection--as he struggles with his. Before Deutsch accuses his date of perhaps being a "monstrous narcissist," he may want to take a long, hard look at his own dreams, desires and expectations.
June 5, 1989
Seymour B. Pearlman, 74, a longtime Los Angeles attorney and co-founder with his wife of Therapeutic Living Centers for the Blind. The organization was founded in 1975 to provide housing, education and lifetime care for the developmentally disabled blind. His efforts led to the founding of homes and education centers throughout the San Fernando Valley. In Burbank on May 28 of a blood ailment.
December 20, 2009 |
Every Friday, the young women gather at the blind man's home in a fading district of a sleepy city once famous for its poets and wine. They unpack vessels of wood, string and stretched hides. They cradle them in their arms. And as the afternoon wears on, they fill the alleyways with song. My Bahar, my daughter, wake up! Put on a sweet smile and stir emotions. The song is an old one, a bittersweet melody of grief and hope about a girl, Bahar, whose name is synonymous in Persian with the season of spring.
December 17, 1989
It is with a degree of cynicism that I write this letter. On Nov. 16, a picture of poor Ivan Boesky appeared in the business section. Hollywood buffs will immediately notice that his appearance bears some resemblance to the late great yachtsman and movie star, Sterling Hayden. Please note that clutched in the prison-hardened left hand is a pair of yachting deck shoes and jeans. In the right hand appears to be a soft bag, the type sailors use for weekend yachting. Prison has indeed changed Mr. Boesky.