Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Susan and Soho

Most of Video Blog #13 was shot almost year ago when Susan first returned to NY from 5 years in LA. She remembers when we used to go out dancing, and when she says that seeing me now is "a little shocking", well ... what DO you say? Its like I'm living a version of that film "Benjamin Button" , only physically mine is on "fast forward", while mentally, to myself and Susan and my Mom and brothers and friends, I'm just regular Jason-at-30. Its hard for all of us to put those two realities together. They seem so incongruous. Those shots of me moving around the kitchen, for example, that's now over in the "way it was" category.

To give you an example of what its like to try to process all this, I was on the phone with a friend,yesterday. While we were talking, I saw someone needing help to get into my apartment building, so I said to my friend, "I'm going to get the door. I'll be right back." And, of course, by the time I got "right back" my friend was laughing and having visions of Buggs Bunny cartoons from the 50's with a happy turtle who would "run-off" to get something and return to find everyone sleeping with cobwebs around them. "I'll be right back", indeed! Sometimes there is nothing to do but laugh.



Video Blog #14
We didn't give this video enough time. We did get a nice cross-section of Soho, where I work, but too small a sample to show the ignorance around MS. Or maybe it shows how important education and cultural context are, when one couple associates the question of MS to that deadly Central American gang "MS-13". One of my friends keeps bugging me to see the South Park episode "Krazy Kripples" from Season 7 (702) when Jimmy and Timmy decide to start a gang called the "Crips". Yeah, as I said in Blog #13, "I'll get right to it."

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Tribeca Film Festival

Video Blog #17 is kind of like a super condensed version of my life since being diagnosed with Ms in 2005. Normal inconveniences, like the elevator being out of order, have become transformed into time-consuming and exhausting obstacles. If you can imagine living the fast-paced NYC life with your shoe-laces tied together and your legs encased in heavy molasses, then you have a small idea of the physical strength and intense concentration it takes to navigate the city and keep schedules. That scene with the disabled elevator was not a set-up for this blog. That was just what was happening that day in my life as I set out for the Tribeca Film Festival. It was just a “normal” day. I’m now preparing to move to a first floor apartment, because that “normal” and my “normal” don’t fit together, anymore.

And then there’s this third “reality” of the film world, where everyone is intense and beautiful and smiling. So, in this blog, my body isn’t working right and the elevator isn’t working right, and suddenly here I am in the film world where everything works out right by the end of the story, and there’s almost always a “happy ending”. I’m standing on the “red carpet” with all the photographers calling out: “Jason, Jason! Look here!” and I’m smiling and nobody has any idea what it takes for me to get there.

Tribeca Film Festival was started by Robert DeNiro to rejuvenate the spirit, culture and economy of lower Manhattan after the attack on the Twin Towers. The speed of its schedule is crazy. Living in NYC is difficult enough for its speed , but Tribeca is so much worse.

So I’m standing there with my walker. A Tribeca publicity person announces: “This is Jason Dasilva. He’s one of our film-makers.” and the flashbulbs start popping. That’s what the press does. They just shoot anybody on the red carpet. I stood there with my biggest “in your face” smile. I didn’t care about the “red carpet”, personally. I just didn’t want to be discriminated against in any form. I was insisting on being seen like anybody else. I went in front of those cameras to get a picture for my camera. How often do you see someone with a walker in front of a whole bunch of press? Smiling like a fool.

So, the “red carpet” scene is meant to be ironic, because in reality, I don’t want When I Walk to just be me showing myself for the camera. I want people to have a deeper insight into what I’m dealing with and what I’m feeling. That’s the exact opposite of standing on the “red carpet”.

I don’t mind being criticized as an artist, but I don’t want anyone to put a “frame” around me. Being framed as either “brave” or as “disabled/not normal” … both of those frames deny who I am as an individual human being. At some point for almost everyone, life takes away one of the important ways we define ourselves. For an athlete, it could be that day when he or she can no longer compete. For someone else today, it could be unemployment, not being able to provide security, becoming dependent. For another person it may be divorce or an addiction that takes control of you, or another disease like cancer or Parkinson's. Its not just an MS problem. Its the problem of who we are and how we live when our personal frames are broken.

My brother Leigh shot this footage. I think this is really good. The blog is running a little slow because Leigh is involved in getting Canadian funding. And Miguel Valldes is involved in logging all the tapes and putting together an assemblage that we can begin to transform into a rough cut.

And I’ve just become involved with MCCANN Worldgroup (http://www.mccann.com/) to create a database of worldwide (NYCto start) handicap accessible sites that disabled business travelers and tourists can access on their smart phones and I-Pods as they move out into the world. Because making us visible and opening routes for us to participate in “normal” life is more than just this one film. It is what WhenIWalk, Inc is all about.

Monday, June 8, 2009

India and How It Happened

Video Blog # 15 is a compilation of stuff I shot India over the years.
This is not a production video. It is just a way of us getting to know
the footage we have shot in the past. The music is by an old band mate
of mine, Frank Henville, so it’s a little nostalgic and more personal
for me. I think about the old days (Malchiks days: see video journal #
3) and the journey I'm on. In both the video (in India) and sound (my
music playing days) I’m visiting places that I’ve been to before when
I was fine. Using that phrase, “when I was fine”. Those words are
always tricky. Part of this film is about struggling with that
self-definition: is something wrong with me or am I still me? I have
to question this all the time. OF COURSE, I’m still me, but the
changes happen so fast, it sometimes messes with my self-identity.

ve been to India 4 times: once as teen, twice in my 20’s, and again
in 2008. A lot of people, when they get MS, don’t have that luxury to
keep traveling. I didn’t want to be cut off from the world when I got
MS. My family has been traveling for generations and it is big part of my
personal identity. I hope I can inspire others to keep moving
and keep being seen out in the world, doing the normal things they’ve
always done, too.



Video Blog 16

In this blog, I wanted to give a small lesson on the epidemiology of
Multiple Sclerosis, and how I compare to a typical person with MS.

The average risk for developing MS in the United States is
approximately 1:1000. That’s 0.001%. Primary Progressive MS, the type
I have, is in ten to fifteen percent of individuals that have MS
symptoms.

So, this means that the probability of me getting Primary Progressive
MS in the United States were one 1:10,000 or .0001%. Pretty small
odds.

Most people experience their first symptoms between ages 15 and 50.
But the "Primary" subtype is more common in people in their 50s. I was
25 when I got diagnosed.

On average, women are three times more likely than men to develop MS. Hmmm…

Let’s not forget that MS is more prevalent among those of northern
European or Scandinavian ancestry. People living beyond the 40-degree
mark north or south of the equator are far more likely to develop MS
than those living in warmer climates near the equator. Caucasians are
far more likely to develop the disease than Africans or Asians. And my
family roots are in Goa, southern India, which is why I visited my
grandfather’s brother Tio Jose in Video Journal #2, to find out more
about my family’s medical history. He “never saw anything like this
before.”

Ok, that’s fine, but here’s the kicker. Though I grew up in South
Florida, well under the 40-degree mark, my family moved to Vancouver,
Canada when I was 14 years old.

Studies show that if someone migrates before the age of 15, the
migrant acquires the new region’s susceptibility to MS. Researchers
attribute it to intake of vitamin D and sunlight. Vancouver is above
the 40-degree mark.

Also, at the age of 16 I discovered photography. Handling and
breathing those chemicals all day with teenage intensity in a poorly
ventilated darkroom didn’t help my immune system.

And I‘ve inherited my family’s tradition of being on the move. From
Goa to Uganda to Kenya to Ohio to Florida to Vancouver: my family has
been on the move for generations. I, myself, have been to so many
countries where immunizations were required against diseases like
malaria and typhus. Even after my diagnosis I revisited India for the
third time and traveled to France. Traveling is part of my
self-identity: my love affair with the world.

And lastly, the coup de grace, perhaps, was that the Twin Towers were
attacked soon after I arrived in New York City, and since I lived
nearby, I naturally joined in the effort to provide assistance to the
rescue workers. I was covered in the dust for days.

If you look at the causes of MS like target practice, I hit the
bulls-eye every time.

I just wanted to give you a little insight into some of the factors
that are related to this presently incurable disease. I do not
consider contracting MS a tragedy. In its original dramatic form, a
tragedy presents a “main character [who] is brought to ruin or suffers
extreme sorrow, especially as a consequence of a tragic flaw, moral
weakness, or inability to cope with unfavorable circumstances.”
http://www.answers.com/topic/tragedy

This does not my story and I do not choose to define myself this way.
Through our innocent and life-affirming choices, my family and I
certainly bear great responsibility for, perhaps, the main causes of
my contracting this terrifying form of MS. But to label it a "tragedy"
sensationalizes my present life, a if I was nothing more than a heroic
character in a play by Shakespeare or Sophocles. And I am not a
“character”. I am a human being. A really, really bad thing has
happened to me, and most often it is a really, really heavy burden.
But, as the saying goes: “Bad things happen to good people.”

To sensationalize MS by calling it a "tragedy" removes me from my
place in the company of other “normal” human beings. One person gets
cancer. Another gets Parkinson’s. Another, early Alzheimer’s. Another,
becomes paralyzed by a spinal cord injury while skateboarding or
horseback riding. Another gets mangled by a drunk driver. We just walk
along, living our normal lives, and suddenly, of all the people on the
sidewalk, that piano falling out of the 40th floor window lands on her
or him or me.

This is not “tragedy”. This is simply a big part of what it means to
be alive. One of the reasons I am making this film is to reclaim the
place of folks with MS within this greater definition of what it means
to be “normal”. Despite it all, I still carry on living my life, doing
the things I’ve always loved doing. I don’t live a “tragic” life. I
live my own.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Shilpi et Paris

Video #11 shows Shilpi Gupta, a filmmaker who won the Best Short Film Award at Sundance 2004 for her film When the Storm Came.

Back then, she was living in San Francisco, and I met her over email, giving advice on Academy Award qualification in the Short Documentary category, which I did the year before for Olivia’s Puzzle. Soon after, she moved back to NYC. Now, we’re what I consider “old friends”. She considers me as a rigorous producer: working fast and hard, while trying to “push the envelope“.

Now, after getting multiple sclerosis, she doesn’t cut me any slack. In fact, she doesn’t relate to me any differently. She knows I haven’t stopped being who I am, just because it’s harder for me to get around. I’m still the same Jason Dasilva, her friend the filmmaker, doing what he’s always done, the way he’s always done it … maybe a little slower (no more run-and-gun filmmaking for me), maybe with a little more help, maybe with some mechanical supports.

I am lucky that I have good friends who haven’t stopped relating to me as Jason - who don’t treat me as frail or deformed. Get this - for a while in the 90’s, society was searching for language for kids with disabilities, and came up with “differently abled” instead of “disabled.

Society still doesn’t have the language. There’s “normal” or “baseline” and then there’s everything else. We fall back on generic terminology like “brave” and “admire”, but people who know me don’t treat me that way. They don’t treat me a ”special” or “empowering” or as a “poster boy”. When Shilpi says I’m “brave” and "really inspiring", she isn’t trying to ignore who I am by putting me on any pedestal.



That’s why I love being around folks like Shilpi and Kumar Pallana (Video #8) : because they don’t see me as “different”, period. To them, I’m not “disabled” or “differently abled“. I’m just Jason, same as always, and they don’t treat me any differently than before MS-crippled me.

But language is a problem. People don’t know how to say what they want to express about me. Whenever anybody says I’m so “courageous” or “brave” I get this image of myself in shining armor, leaning on my walker as I go out to slay a dragon. I feel like I want to make it into a Monty Python sketch, or an episode of South Park like the one about "Crips and Bloods". I'd be one of the "Crips", of course. (ref: Season 7, Episode 2 "Krazy Kripples") Actually, you may see me doing this in a future video journal entry.

It all has to do with space: sharing my world. When I’m at a film event, in front of a crowd, or even just walking down the street, people say those things. I’m not saying its bad. People may have memories of their own grandmother or their old friend from elementary school who was physically challenged. I may remind them of someone else. But “brave” can also be a disability “buzz-word”: the polarization and opposite of what we call “sad-eyes”, which is the look you can get from well-meaning strangers who are trying to be sympathetic, and it just ends up making you feel pathetic in their eyes, like a lost puppy.

If expressive language is limited here in North America, the Paris of Video #12 reminded me of how almost impossibly difficult society can be on just a simple physical level. I didn’t even see any other “disabled” people around the streets, subways, restaurants, museums … anywhere! No wheelchairs or walkers. Granted, the Parisians were very kind to me. I didn’t get strange looks or feel like a space alien. They went out of their way to be helpful. They never looked down on me. But it’s a little stunning to realize how people like me were not even considered part of society not so long ago … how we were not even expected to participate in daily life.

The trip to France was fully funded by my grandmother. As Leigh said in the blog, she wanted me to go to Lourdes to be cured. Since I’ve always wanted to go to Paris, I felt this was a really good opportunity for me. As for Lourdes: why not? A cure sounds good to me. I did my time as a good Roman Catholic, maybe this is my time. I was willing to take that chance. A video journal is soon to come on this.

Video #12 was also an editing experiment. I wanted to see if I could put in verbal noise: superficial, irrelevant language, and have it not affect the visuals. My intention was to have the images speak for themselves: to see if they could stand out (even juxtapose) against that bland verbal background. I forgot the important lesson of Sergei Eisenstein’s The Battleship Potemkin that whenever you put sound and visual together, you end up with a third image that is a combination of the two. Montage is A + B = C. They don’t stay separated. I’m still glad I tried it, though, and I’m glad you, the viewer participated in my process.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Every front has a back” (ancient Chinese saying)

Videos 9 and 10 are like my emotional front and back.

I've lived seeking new and, importantly unexpected experiences. I guess it runs in my family. For generations, my family has moved from Goa to Karachi to Uganda to Kenya to Florida to Vancouver (mom) and Hawaii (dad). I have visited China, Thailand, France, India, England, Cuba, Scotland, Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, Holland, Puerto Rico, Mexico, Barbados, St. Lucia, Kenya, and St. Maartens….so far!

What do I do with the medical knowledge that all the travel vaccinations I took in order to travel so much has probably contributed to my getting MS? I lived my life. Discovering things I do not know about myself and the world is how I’ve always lived my life.
When I’m feeling normal good about myself, I experience MS as just another part of my life of being surprised and making new discoveries.

But it would be a lie to say that there are days I just don’t want to get out of bed. There are days when my life feels much closer to “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” than to a young film-maker living on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. All those meetings at Tribeca Film Festival, etc.: everyone telling me how “brave” I am, applauding me - they don’t have to feel the existential loneliness that sometimes creeps in from the other side.
All those beautiful statues, those perfect bodies, that “great” art in video #9. What does any of that have to do with me? At times like these, I feel I’m on the outside of life, looking in.



Then I return. I get together with someone like Kumar Pallana (who has played in Wes Andersen’s films) and we improv in the cab:
I tell him I have MS and he replies: “I don’t care what you had for breakfast…”



Old guys, like Kumar and my great uncle Tio Jose in Video #2 , they know life changes you, messes up who you think you are, takes controls away from you. I love being with them because they know I am still me inside here. They know “normal” is just a social convention. They have lived enough to no longer be distracted by labels like “disability”. They just see me.
My body is dragging my mind into this “elder” wisdom, while my mind drags its feet and keeps yelling “What about our sex, drugs and rock-and-roll phase? ”

Then life interrupts the fun and announces my next stop. The cab door opens and its time to get on with my life.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Video Blog 8

You know - who knwq that my greatest challenge would be the crosswalk?

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Video Blog 6 and 7

I'll let them speak for themselves:



And the response:

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

When I Walk Video Journal Entry # 5

This entry is about the progression of different assistive devices I've had:

Saturday, April 18, 2009

When I Walk Trailer

If you haven't seen it, here's the When I Walk trailer:

Thursday, April 16, 2009

To Cannes We Go!

We went all out with our show idea. Cain and Abel.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

When I Walk Video Journal Entry # 3

We had fun making this one...

The MS4L tattoo:

-The analog tape is representative of how long our friendship has been - since the days of audio mixtapes.
-MS4L is Multiple Sclerosis 4 Life. I don't want MS for life, but it signifies standing up to uphill battles.
-The unfurling tape represents the demylenation happening in the brain.
-The writing is scrawled, like an old mixtape.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Vitamin D and MS

A great article of Vitamin D deficiency and MS. This is one of the factors that may have caused MS in me. I grew up in Ft. Lauderdale and moved to Vancouver. From a ttropical cllimate to a temperate, grey climate - the highest statistic for getting MS because of vitamin D deficiency is in teens that do this. I moved whe I was 14.

Read the WebMD article here

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Come see First Steps in Tribeca!

Come see the short that precedes When I Walk i the Tribeca Film Festival.

http://www.tribecafilm.com/filmguide/First_Steps.html

End of April to early May.

Here is the screening times for the shorts program “Time Will Tell”, in which your film is playing.

Monday, April 27, 6:45 pm, AV7-04

Thursday, April 30, 1:15 pm, AV7-07

Friday, May 1, 8:45 pm, AV7-05

Sunday, May 3, 3:30 pm, TC2

AV7 -AMC Village VII (AV7)

66 Third Avenue (at 11th Street)

New York, NY 10003

Tribeca Cinemas (TC)

54 Varick Street (At Laight Street, below Canal Street)

New York, NY 10013

Hope to see you there!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

When I Walk Video Entry # 2

Finally, I get to visit my family home in Goa, India! I got to visit my grandfather's brother, Tio Jose. What a great experience it was. It was like spending time with my grandfather - they look the same. He's the best ever - look at me smiling so much.

When I Walk Video Entry # 1

Here is the first entry from my travels through India: