Thursday, September 30, 2010

I Owe You

I've been running in circled with either my own dissatisfaction of happiness or my own lack of connection to my dreams.  Maybe I'm just at the point where I am trying too hard to be popular, to be noticed, and I shouldn't be those things - just myself.

So I gotta say this now: I owe you.

To those who stop in from time to time, spending their own free time reading my rants, my repostings, my horrors and failings, I need to say this sincerely: Thank you.

And to those who have made this blog and my life a personal connection, either in private or with other means, thank you too.

I love you all ... with my heart.  (Nothing vulgar, promise!)

And for that I owe you: new stories, new complaints, new ideas, new art, new bits of my vanilla life and the things that keep this world going 'round.

I hope you'll continue reading.

And I'll try being more diligent to my dreams, making the impossible possible ... showing off all those things that make me happier with each day, with the little victories.

Bless you all,




Julian

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

$ 3.00

Today one of my tires was running low on air, and I had to get from my rural school back into San Antonio, which was a dicey 14 mile run on fumes with the "low fuel" light bright on the control dials.  As I raced to the closest Valero, I was mentally counting the pennies in my checking account in anticipation of my paycheck Friday, wondering if I could bounce a check and survive the fees.



As I entered the city limits, I found a man with a ratty cardboard sign, and written in marker, the words "Please help God Bless". 


Sadly, at that moment, I had nothing in my pockets.  No, I take that back: I had exactly 50 cents, 2 quarters in my pocket.  Nothing else.  Fumes on the tank and 50 cents.

So I gambled.  I tossed my card into the credit machine, got gas and the biggest soda I could buy, just in case that was my lunch for today.  I got gas, but still needed cash and air in my tire.  The girl at the gas station told me the machines were being changed and theirs' was under repair until next week.

Down the street there was a branch with an ATM drive-through on the outside so I ran up there & checked the account.  Luckily, there was some money left, so I grabbed a couple of twenties, and ran, wanting a bite along the way.  But the tire still needed air, so I found another Valero and the machine was working.  I ran inside, and I said, "Excuse me but could I get some air please?"

(Note: previously, Valero was one of the few/only places where you could get air & water for your car as a courtesy.  Now you're paying but the money is being given to charity.)


The girl said, "Sorry, but you need change."

"Then can you break a twenty?"  I felt rushed as I still needed to drive 14+ miles back to school & grab something to eat.  The girl said, "Get in that line."

I complied, and waited as some nitwit stacked paper after paper on the counter, trying to hedge his bets in the upcoming Lottery.  The girl sending me off was making assorted money order for a customer, a woman with what seemed to be an envelope of money.  I waited, fumed, and then saw a dollar bill held out to me.  It took me aback, and the envelope lady said, "For the quarters; so you don't have to break a twenty."

I smiled, said, 'Thank you', and accepted the crisp dollar bill.  Change in hand I rushed out to my car, and waited to inflate a tire.  A young man was inflating one tire on his car, and passed me the hose; maybe he noticed I was anxious or only needed one tire to do but he allowed me to fill the tire.   I smiled, said 'Thank you', and sped down the street, picking Church's chicken as a quickie-lunch to-go back to my school before my last class of the day.


I was counting the places I was, trying to figure out if I could find this guy, give him some money, and keep on my path back to my rural school.  Luck played a part as he was within a few feet of me, and got the $2 from my hand as the light changed.  He was happy, and I shouted "Dios lo bendiga", meaning "God Bless You" in Spanish.

Best $3 I've ever used to date.

I don't know if I should be thinking of charity, or someone being charitable to me, or being happy or not.  All I know is that maybe if I can keep doing this I can keep making life a little better.

All I can do is try.

Half-past midnight.

Gotta get some sleep.

Night.


Let's All Be Happy

9 Signs You're Happier Than You Think

* by The Editors of Prevention, on Tue Sep 21, 2010 6:21pm PDT



Your emotional well-being isn’t just about your genes or the kind of home you were raised in. It turns out that some pretty interesting factors—backed by science—play a role in how joyful you feel:

You were a smiley student

Adults with the biggest grins in their college yearbook pictures were up to 5 times less likely to be divorced decades later than those who looked less happy, according to a new DePauw University study. A smiler’s positive disposition may attract other happy people or rub off on a spouse.

You have a sister

People with at least one female sibling report better social support, more optimism, and better coping abilities, according to a study presented at the British Psychological Society’s annual conference. Sisters appear to encourage communication and cohesion in families.

You're not glued to the TV

The happiest people spend 30% less time parked in front of the tube, according to a University of Maryland study that analyzed 34 years of data from more than 45,000 Americans. They’re more likely to spend time socializing, reading, or attending religious services—habits that are linked to better moods and health.

You keep souvenirs on display

People who use mementos or photos to remind themselves of good times better appreciate their lives and are happier, says Sonja Lyubomirsky, PhD, a professor of psychology at University of California, Riverside. Good memories remind you of your “happiness potential” and promise that soon you can reach it again.

You make exercise a priority

People who exercise more are less likely to be stressed and more likely to be satisfied with life, according to Danish researchers. Compared with sedentary people, joggers are 70% less likely to have high stress levels and life dissatisfaction, the study found. Couch potatoes who start moderate exercise—the equivalent of 17 to 34 minutes a day—experience the greatest happiness lift.

You have a healthy love life

Physical intimacy is a key contributor to happiness, found a study by Dartmouth economist David Blanchflower, PhD, and Andrew Oswald, PhD, of England's University of Warwick. Married people report 30% more sex than singles, which may be one reason they also report being happier.

You hang out with happy people

Socializing with a cheerful person in your neighborhood increases the likelihood that you’ll be happy too, according to a new study. How often you get together matters most, say the researchers: People who live within half a mile of a buoyant buddy increase their odds of being happy by 42%. If the friend lives farther away (within a 2-mile radius), the chances drop to 22%—probably due to fewer get-togethers.

You stay warm with hot cocoa

Clutching a steaming beverage—coffee and tea also do the trick—can elicit a flood of positive feelings, according to a Yale University study. This may be because people associate physical warmth with emotional warmth, say the researchers. Study subjects held cups of either hot or iced coffee; those gripping warm mugs were more appreciative of friendliness in others and also felt more generous and trusting themselves.


You have two best friends

Among 654 married adults, those who said they had at least two “best friends” (not necessarily including one’s spouse) were likelier to have better mental well-being, says a study. But additional friends didn’t lead to any more happiness than just a pair.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Real Life















So for those of you who've ever wondered what the reality of my life really is ... here's some photos from my days off.  Granted, they're not remotely interesting but they are honest.

I don't post my face as I keep my erotic/personal life apart from my professional life.  And I need to vent from my heart & soul ... no one needs to see my ugly mug or deformed wang.

Adios!

Thought for Today @ 5:50 a.m. with coffee in hand


Y'all have a nice day.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Missing Something Special

 


















I have to admit that when I'm on-line, either reading or surfing in general, I'm also following a pattern: Gmail, Yahoo mail then Fetlife, MySpace, Twitter and anywhere else I am.




  • Gmail.
  • Yahoo mail.
  • Fetlife.
  • MySpace.
  • Twitter.








This is my spiral, my track, where I go back & forth looking for my connections.  I keep hoping that when people meet or chat with me, they're not too disappointed by what they see when they finally meet me in person.  Deep inside I know what I look like but maybe they're trying to spare me by not showing up and having to fake any kind of unwanted interaction.
























That's why I've been fighting my damnedest to make those impossible deadlines and trying to create something new that would be a start-of-a-new-life.




















I miss some people more than I can imagine.  I keep thinking it's not love, just a silly crush.  They've moved on, and my life stalled, and they're in a better place.





















 Many DO live better lives and I have to make my own happen.  But while I am waiting & working to make the faith of my dreams come true I miss little things.

Notes.  Comments.  Not just from other writers but from the ones' who loved me once, and who ached to have me in their ear.

 













Nowadays I can't draw a crowd with a fire or a flamethrower.

Now I just disappoint.

I miss that: having one person who held their breath for my notes, and I for theirs'.  Even the tiniest of thoughts would make my knees weak, my heart tremble, and I'd be overjoyed.

Nowadays I can't do anything right, and all I do is repel.

I can't even get a "sorry you're not my type" bit of honesty, and I have to make-do with my own feelings of inadequacy accepting the scraps of charity and letting my heart be run over whenever possible.

I know some people read this blog, and I know some who comment.  And I know what I want that they can't provide, but what they DO give me I am grateful for without a doubt.

I know I am blessed.

I'm just hoping to be wanted.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Reset


Countdown Clock by Zoodu.com


I'm not in a rush after all. Surprise delayed but not canceled.

See you soon

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

The Manifesto of Ugliness

The Manifesto of Ugliness

The secret of ugliness consists not in irregularity, but in being uninteresting. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

I am concluding that I am ugly, and that I need to beautify my soul. I have spent years pouring out my soul, my very being, into my journal, and these meager thoughts never seem to amount to the draw of attention and creation of hope I long for in my life. I’m not interesting, and I don’t have a lot to prove it any longer.

Maybe there’s something disappointing about an erotic writer who isn’t a male version of Carrie Bradshaw from “Sex and the City”, and is chubby to boot. I’m 6’2”, close to 300 lbs, and I don’t have anything special like an eye patch, a hook hand, a peg leg, or any other features that make me special. I’m not hung like a goddamned anaconda, and I’m not as carefree or reckless as I’ve been in the past.

I am willing to take some risk, but they are few and far between. That person has to be worth death itself, and that’s how I know what I feel for a person. I haven’t felt that in some time … and occasionally I get the inkling of a feeling when on-line on some sites.

I think people are disappointed when they meet me in person. Behind the laptop screen the personal loathing and ugliness can be hidden with smarmy compliments, silly jabbering and erotica. I make others smile with my words, not my appearance, and that’s all I have going for me. I even had one little angel whom I met, and she kept badgering me for her story (or a story for her) and when I told I sent her part, her reply was, “I haven’t read it yet.”

I can’t post images of myself, as I have a vanilla/normal life as a teacher, and if my students ever found my cock spitting cum or my face with the things I’ve written, I’d be run out of Texas on a rail. Well, maybe up to Austin … but here in San Antonio that’s a different story.

So what should my manifesto be? Hmm … when I began this sounded like a cool title; now it should mean something.

  • Selfishness is the key to survival.
  • People may eventually ignore you; don’t hold faith in them.
  • Do unto others, then split.
  • It doesn’t matter if they return your warmth, affection, trust or love – it would only scar you in the end.
  • Literotica chat sucks now versus how cool it was a while back! (And that sucks since that’s where I met so many cool people!)
  • You must make an effort to create hourly, so you don’t wait on applause.
  • You must self-congratulate. Like masturbation, but a personal pat-on-the-ass.
  • Find realistic dreams but don’t give up on the big ones like that ache to be loved again.


I’ll keep writing and see what comes next.
Thanks for listening.


Always,



~ j ~

Ugliness quote found - here

p.s. "No, things haven't turned about; they're still getting better, but they're not as good as they've been in the past.  I have to admit I am grateful for those who take the time to say something to me so I don't feel as if I am shouting into the void for nothing."

Monday, September 20, 2010

On the Decline of Men

Newsweek

Men’s Lib

To survive in a hostile world, guys need to embrace girly jobs and dirty diapers. Why it’s time to reimagine masculinity at work and at home.

 
Matt Sayles / AP
Photos: From patriarcy to paternity leave, a timeline of American male ideals

Manhood USA: A Timeline of Male Ideals
 
What’s the matter with men? For years, the media have delivered the direst of prognoses. Men are “in decline.” Guys are getting “stiffed.” The “war on boys” has begun. And so on. This summer, The Atlantic’s Hanna Rosin went so far as to declare that “The End of Men” is upon us.

There’s certainly some substance to these claims. As the U.S. economy has transitioned from brawn to brain over the past three decades, a growing number of women have gone off to work. Men’s share of the labor force has declined from 70 percent in 1945 to less than 50 percent today, and in the country’s biggest cities, young, single, childless women—that is, the next generation—earn 8 percent more than their male peers.

Women have matched or overtaken men as a percentage of students in college and graduate school, while men have retained their lead in alcoholism, suicide, homelessness, violence, and criminality. Factor in the Great Recession, which has decimated male-heavy industries like construction and manufacturing, and it’s no wonder so many deadline anthropologists are down on men. But while the state of American manhood has inspired plenty of anxious trend pieces, few observers have bothered to address the obvious question: if men are going off the rails, how do they get back on track?
Without an answer, some men have turned to old models and mores of manhood for salvation. Rutgers University anthropologist Lionel Tiger, for example, wants to reclaim “maleness as a force, as a phenomenon.” Harvard government professor Harvey Mansfield advocates action and aggression. And the term “retrosexual” has all but replaced “metrosexual” in the lifestyle sections of national magazines, which are full of stories about affluent urbanites wearing hunting garb, buying designer axes, and writing about the art of manliness on blogs with names like (ahem) the Art of Manliness. Throwback masculinity dominates other media as well, with The Dangerous Book for Boys (a work of dad-and-lad shtick) and Shop Class as Soulcraft (a cri de coeur for manual labor) topping reading lists, and television shows such as Dirty Jobs, Ax Men, and Deadliest Catch re-romanticizing soot-collared work. A rapper’s saggy jeans, a hunter’s concealed weapon, a suburbanite’s man cave, a hipster’s obsession with Don Draper: all might be seen as variations of the same coping mechanism. The impulse transcends race and class.

But suggesting that men should stick to some musty script of masculinity only perpetuates the problem. For starters, it encourages them to confront new challenges the same way they dealt with earlier upheavals: by blaming women, retreating into the woods, or burying their anxieties beneath machismo. And it does nothing to help them succeed in school, secure sustainable jobs, or be better fathers in an economy that’s rapidly outgrowing Marlboro Manliness.
The truth is, it’s not how men style themselves that will make them whole again—it’s what they do with their days. The riggers, welders, and boilermakers of generations past weren’t wearing overalls to feel like men, as Susan Faludi, the author of books on both sexes, has pointed out. Instead, “their sense of their own manhood flowed out of their utility in a society, not the other way around,” she writes. “Conceiving of masculinity as something to be”—a part to play—“turns manliness into [something] ornamental, and about as ‘masculine’ as fake eyelashes are inherently ‘feminine.’?”

Since the 1950s, the image of the American woman has gone through numerous makeovers. But masculine expectations remain the same—even as there are fewer opportunities to fulfill them. As a result, says Joan C. Williams, author of Reshaping the Work-Family Debate: Why Men and Class Matter, “men have a choice: either feel inadequate or get a lot more creative.” What’s required, then, is not a reconnection with the past but a liberation from it; not a revival of the old role but an expansion of it. The End of Men isn’t nigh, nor is macho dead. But its definition should be broadened to include both Mr. T and Mr. Mom. It’s time, in other words, for a New Macho: a reimagining of what men should be expected to do in the two realms, home and work, that have always determined their worth.
Of course, that’s easier said than done. American culture is competitive and conservative, and there are good reasons why inner-city fathers, hedge-fund honchos, and former GM plant managers aren’t taking several months off from work to care for their kids—or exploring new fields, like nursing, where few of today’s men dare to tread. Most guys, in fact, don’t even need rescuing—at least not yet. They’re still overrepresented in business and government, earn more on the dollar, open bigger movies, and clean fewer dishes.
But the gender wars aren’t a zero-sum game: when men lose, women and children lose, too. So as women assume positions once occupied exclusively by men, and the more “manly” sectors of the U.S. economy continue to shrink, a more capacious notion of manhood—the product of both new policies and new attitudes—is no longer a luxury. In fact, it may be exactly what’s needed to keep the American male, and America itself, competitive in the 21st century.
The home is a natural place to start. As the novelist Michael Chabon discovered on a trip to the grocery store with his son, society still expects very little from fathers. “You are such a good dad,” a woman told him as he waited in line to pay. “I can tell.” Exactly what she could tell was a mystery to Chabon, who recounts the story in his 2009 essay collection Manhood for Amateurs. But clearly no woman would earn kudos for toting her kids around the frozen-foods aisle. “The handy thing about being a father,” he later concludes, “is that the historic standard is so pitifully low.”
The modern standards aren’t much better. Despite apparent progress—young couples believe in coparenting and sharing the household chores—very little has actually changed. The average wife still does roughly double the housework of the average husband: the equivalent of two full workdays of additional chores each week. Even when the man is unemployed, the woman handles a majority of the domestic workload, and it’s the same story with child care. If both parents are working, women spend 400 percent more time with the kids.

Meanwhile, the number of fatherless kids in America has nearly tripled since 1960, and the percentage of men who call themselves stay-at-home dads has stalled below 3 percent. The old roles, say sociologists, are hard to shake.
There’s growing evidence, however, that they can be expanded. Consider contemporary family life in Sweden. In the past, new parents split 390 days of paid leave however they liked—monthly, weekly, daily, and even hourly. Women used far more of it than men. But today, new fathers no longer rush back to work, leaving the mother to raise little Sven all by herself. The reason for the change? Smart public policy.
In 1995, Sweden passed a simple but revolutionary law: couples would lose one month of leave unless the father was the one who took it. A second use-it-or-lose-it month was added in 2002, and now more than 80 percent of Swedish fathers take four months off for the birth of a new child, up from 4 percent a decade ago. And a full 41 percent of companies now formally encourage fathers to go on parental leave, up from only 2 percent in 1993. Simply put, men are expected to work less and father more.
By altering the roles of the Swedish father and the Swedish worker, Sweden’s paternity-leave legislation has, in turn, rewritten the rules for Swedish men (and, by extension, women). “Swedish dads of my generation and younger have been raised to feel competent at child-rearing,” writes Slate’s Nathan Hegedus, an American who experienced the system firsthand. “They simply expect to do it, just as their wives and partners expect it of them.” If a man refuses time at home with the kids, he faces questions from friends, family, and, yes, other guys. Policy changes produced personal changes—and then, slowly but surely, society changed as well.
Around the world, similar shifts are already underway. In Germany, the percentage of new fathers who take a break has jumped sevenfold since the country passed its own Swedish-style law in 2007. In Japan, which recently offered dads more paid baby time, the government honors dedicated fathers by spotlighting “stars of ikumen,” or male child rearing. And with the passage of paid-leave laws in Britain (where Prime Minister David Cameron took several weeks off to care for his infant daughter) and Australia (which is hardly a dandified nation), the U.S. is now the only wealthy country that doesn’t bankroll a bonding period for either parent.
This could change sooner than you think. Recent polls show that majorities of Republicans (62 percent), Democrats (92 percent), and independents (71 percent) now support the idea of paid paternity leave. Big companies—especially those with lots of male workers, such as Texas Instruments, Sun Microsystems, and Ernst & Young—are beginning to offer at least two weeks of paid leave. New Jersey, Washington, and California have already launched programs that offer partially paid leave, and more than 20 other states are currently considering legislation—a bloc that covers almost half the working population.
It’s certain to grow, too, now that next year’s federal budget includes a $10 million State Paid Leave Fund to help states launch their own programs. The Family and Medical Leave Act, which granted unpaid leave to about half the workforce, followed a similar arc before it became the law of the land in 1993: a change in public opinion led to private-sector programs, which in turn triggered state reforms, which ultimately put pressure on Washington to act. The most likely model for paid leave is an employee-funded insurance program like Social Security—which, according to Heather Boushey, an economist at the Center for American Progress, could support 12 weeks of paid leave for a measly $10 a month per worker. That translates to a payroll tax hike of no more than three 10ths of a percent. Even the most generous program—a full year of leave for every working parent in the country—would cost the country only $25 billion, according to Columbia professor Jane Waldfogel, who studies work-family issues. Washington already spends four times that amount each year on fraud, waste, and abuse.
Of course, policy changes will be pointless unless attitudes change as well. In California, the first U.S. state to fund leave (six weeks of it) for both parents, only 26 percent of men seize the opportunity, compared with 73 percent of women. All told, most new fathers take off two weeks or less for a new child, no matter what. Baby time is simply not seen as masculine. The only way that perception will fade is if men who are already living double lives as dedicated professionals and parents “come out” and start writing their senators and petitioning their HR departments. The motivation is certainly there; over the last 35 years, the number of employed fathers in dual-earner families who say they suffer work-family conflict has risen from 35 percent to 59 percent, according to Joan Williams. Now it’s up to “twenty-first century dads,” as Jeremy Adam Smith argues in his recent book, The Daddy Shift, “to go on the offensive.”
 
The campaign for a New Macho shouldn’t end when men leave the house. The movie Meet the Parents is already 10 years old, but unfortunately, the way it deals with men and work doesn’t seem dated at all. In one classic scene, the ingénue’s banker ex-boyfriend questions her new flame (played by Ben Stiller) about his job. When it’s revealed that Stiller is a nurse, however, the banker can’t process it. The idea that a marriageable man would work as a nurse is so inconceivable that he assumes nursing is a hobby. “That’s great to give something back like that,” he says finally. “I’d love to find time to do volunteer work.”
Men can no longer afford to make such assumptions. Of the 15.3 million new jobs projected to sprout up over the next decade, the vast majority will come in fields that currently attract far more women than men. In fact, men dominate only two of the 12 job titles expected to grow the most between 2008 and 2018: construction worker and accountant. The rest, including teachers (501,000 new positions), registered nurses (582,000), home health aides (461,000), and customer-service reps (400,000), remain heavily female. All told, the social sector of the economy will gain 6.9 million jobs by 2018. But unless the complexion of the workforce changes, according to a recent study by Northeastern University, a whopping 2.5 million of them will go unfilled.
The coming employment gap represents a huge opportunity for working-class guys—and for the families they’re struggling to support. The problem is that men, unlike many women, still feel limited to a narrow range of acceptable roles—a range that hasn’t kept pace with the changing employment landscape. As manufacturing continues to migrate overseas and underpaid immigrants continue to provide cheap manual labor, they continue to lose ground.

The current recession has only aggravated the trend. Historically, women have been far more likely than men to exit the labor force after losing their jobs. But men are now catching up, with 1.4 million shifting from “looking for work” to “stopped looking” in the last month alone. Discouraged by the dearth of “manly” work, they’ve simply given up. New high-school and college graduates have it even worse: the unemployment rate among young men is a dismal 20.5 percent—a full 3 points higher than the rate among their female peers.
It’s possible to imagine protectionist trade and immigration policies boosting blue-collar employment at the margins. But the U.S. can’t stop globalization. If male morale—and the American economy—are ever going to recover, the truth is that the next generation of Homer Simpsons will have to stop searching for outsourced manufacturing jobs and start working toward teaching, nursing, or social-service positions instead. To hasten this transition, schools that train “nurturing professionals” should launch aggressive, male-oriented advertising campaigns and male-to-male recruiting drives that stress technical expertise, career-advancement potential, and beyond-the-bedside opportunities. Community colleges ought to focus on preparing students for the social-sector jobs of the future. Certain institutions might even consider raising their admissions requirements, a tactic that has helped the University of Pittsburgh School of Nursing increase its male-applicant pool by 34 percent over the past five years. And the government should fund or incentivize as many of these initiatives as it possibly can.
The shift could prove less wrenching than it sounds, once men are willing to try. Nearly two thirds of the 30 biggest growth occupations require only on-the-job training, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, saving men from the long, expensive process of returning to school. Historically, token men have also had less trouble than token women breaking into a field dominated by the opposite sex—and less trouble finding a niche once they’ve been hired. While women in traditionally male professions suffer predictable forms of discrimination, men in women’s fields actually enjoy “structural advantages” that “tend to enhance their careers”—a kind of glass conveyor belt that carries them into the “more masculine” areas they perceive to be a better fit for their talents, according to a seminal 1992 study. They become gym teachers instead of English teachers; reference librarians instead of children’s librarians; ER nurses instead of pediatric nurses.
Skeptics will argue that men are “designed” for some gigs and not for others. But while no one would claim that men and women don’t have their differences, women long ago proved that gender essentialism doesn’t determine what kind of work they can do. Today women still serve as teachers, nurses, and social workers. But they’re also CEOs, soldiers, and secretaries of state. The time has come for a similar expansion of what men can do for a living. The raw numbers show that a change is already underway; the percentage of nurses who are men has doubled over the past 25 years (to about 6 percent of the field), and there are more guys teaching elementary school than ever before. But it’s not nearly enough. Mining and machinist jobs will still be available in the future—just not as many. Why wouldn’t men look elsewhere for work?
Until recently, the concept of masculinity had always bent to the demands of the day. Before 1776, according to the historical sociologist Michael Kimmel, the perfect man was still a genteel patriarch, a dandified landowner steeped in the codes of the Old World. By the early 19th century that ideal had given way to the image of the heroic artisan, the rugged individualist (a farmer, a cobbler, a carpenter) who might lead a caravan west. In time, the log-cabin model was replaced by a more modern ideal: the self-made man, a restless, competitive breadwinner whose masculinity depended on success in an industrial, materialistic society.
It’s clear that we’ve arrived at another crossroads—only today the prevailing codes of manhood have yet to adjust to the changing demands on men. We’re not advocating a genderless society, a world in which men are “just like women.” We’re not even averse to decorative manhood, or the kind of escapism that men have turned to again and again—think Paul Bunyan, Tarzan, and bomber jackets—when the actual substance of their lives felt light. If today’s men want to be hunters, or metrosexuals, or metrosexuals dressed in hunting clothes, they should feel free.
But they need to be more than that, too. On the surface, the New Macho is a paradox, a path to masculinity paved with girly jobs and dirty diapers. Dig a little deeper, however, and it begins to make a lot of sense—not just for men but for everyone. If men embraced parental leave, women would be spared the stigma of the “mommy track”—and the professional penalties (like lower pay) that come along with it. If men were involved fathers, more kids might stay in school, steer clear of crime, and avoid poverty as adults. And if the country achieved gender parity in the workplace—an optimal balance of fully employed men and women—the gross domestic product would grow by as much as 9 percent, according to a recent study by the World Economic Forum.
Ultimately, the New Macho boils down to a simple principle: in a changing world, men should do whatever it takes to contribute their fair share at home and at work, and schools, policymakers, and employers should do whatever they can to help them. After all, what’s more masculine: being a strong, silent, unemployed absentee father, or actually fulfilling your half of the bargain as a breadwinner and a dad?

Things Are Getting Better







And that's all I've got to say ... thanks for listening.



Julian

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Just A Thought Best Illustrated





Something To Keep In Mind

14 “For the kingdom of heaven is like a man traveling to a far country, who called his own servants and delivered his goods to them. 15 And to one he gave five talents, to another two, and to another one, to each according to his own ability; and immediately he went on a journey. 16 Then he who had received the five talents went and traded with them, and made another five talents. 17 And likewise he who had received two gained two more also. 18 But he who had received one went and dug in the ground, and hid his lord’s money. 19 After a long time the lord of those servants came and settled accounts with them.
20 “So he who had received five talents came and brought five other talents, saying, ‘Lord, you delivered to me five talents; look, I have gained five more talents besides them.’ 21 His lord said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant; you were faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your lord.’ 22 He also who had received two talents came and said, ‘Lord, you delivered to me two talents; look, I have gained two more talents besides them.’ 23 His lord said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant; you have been faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your lord.’
24 “Then he who had received the one talent came and said, ‘Lord, I knew you to be a hard man, reaping where you have not sown, and gathering where you have not scattered seed. 25 And I was afraid, and went and hid your talent in the ground. Look, there you have what is yours.’
26 “But his lord answered and said to him, ‘You wicked and lazy servant, you knew that I reap where I have not sown, and gather where I have not scattered seed. 27 So you ought to have deposited my money with the bankers, and at my coming I would have received back my own with interest. 28 So take the talent from him, and give it to him who has ten talents.
29 ‘For to everyone who has, more will be given, and he will have abundance; but from him who does not have, even what he has will be taken away. 30 And cast the unprofitable servant into the outer darkness. There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’

Something to think about - found here

A Tear of Gratitude

Today is a day of errands and chaos. I promised a teacher friend of mine that I'd help his class after-hours, which means being a nice guy and working at home. I'm also gonna hand out some flyers, check out the paint store, price metal and hopefully drum up some new business for this weekend.

As I have my coffee and eggs, letting my dogs have their rawhide chips, I think to myself, 'Who has AMC on their TV's so I can see 'The Walking Dead' Halloween night?'

Then I scroll my blog. And of course, my favorites, seeing what other writers have created.

To my surprise this was there, and it's amazing; it is a real shot in the heart that we could all use from time to time.  http://thedrenchedone.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-for-julian-afare24get.html

If a fellow isn't thankful for what he's got, he isn't likely to be thankful for what he's going to get. ~Frank A. Clark

Writing has to be personally satisfying, even when expressing or venting your feelings. You need the catharsis, thefreedom to feel and spill all that's inside you. Sometimes it's venomous, sometimes it's flowers and sunshine.
Whenyou're happy you've gotta shout it out.

When you're sad you whisper, but you still express it.

I've been on my blogs for a lot of years now, and I've taken myself from chatting at Literotica to writing. I look for some people to enchant and enhance my mind and soul with their writing.

Unfortunately, they are few and far between.

Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it. ~ William Arthur Ward

I am very lucky that I have a certain audience, even unseen, and for that I must say 'Thank you' and 'I love you'.

I tell my physical family I love them when I see them here in town. Why shouldn't I say the same thing to the people here on-line?

Maybe I do need to count like Jimmy Stewart the blessings around me, not the shortcomings and failures.

And maybe, as odd as this could sound, I need to spend more time away from the internet.

My studio time is limited, and without exposure, I don't think my hopes will grow the wings I want to see so they can soar as high as possible.

Thank you Kirsti, and thank you to so many others who boost my morale and help me read my tea leave showing my dreams to my tired eyes.


For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Let's make some magic.

Ciao.






Julian



You Have To Say "Thank You"

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Countdown Continues Again

Glitch!  Try again!

Well, we're at eleven (11) days and awaiting a new surprise, and I am working hard to fulfill that promise inside my soul and heart to make a new me of my life. I can't keep bitching and moaning, crying and whining hoping for the world to change when it's actually me that needs to change.

As I previously posted, there's a contest/submission guidelines for new author's via Pengiun's UK site, looking for a new book/author and I am going to make a real effort to have this happen. I have been working at sign painting, which is an old-school trait, as I am not a graffiti artist, but more of a cartoonist, and I need to make those cartoons work for me.

I am also working at some ideas about making a video about one of my favorite songs, and hopefully get the licensing from YouTube to present this and show off my camera eye.

I am sewing, fixing clothing for my GI Joes (which may not seem manly but if my weapon's collection is 1:6 scale then I can't go Charles Whitman on the world) and getting some things made so I can have an army of PMC's for eBay. After that maybe I should make stop-action animation movies like the nerds on Robot Chicken. ~lol!~



There has to be more to life than paying my shitty bills, working at a job and leaving it when they're done with me, having exhausted my creativity and desire to function. I can't let that be my day. Or my week. Or my month, or my life ... ever!


11 days and counting.


Let's see what happens.

Thanks for your time.

Always,




~ j ~