Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Just A Flash of Memory



We had the right love
At the wrong time
Guess I always knew inside
I wouldn't have you for a long time

Those dreams of yours
Are shining on distant shores
And if they're calling you away
I have no right to make you stay
But

Somewhere down the road
Our roads are gonna cross again
It doesn't really matter when
But somewhere down the road
I know that heart of yours
will come to see
That you belong with me

Sometimes goodbyes are not forever
It doesn't matter if you're gone
I still believe in us together
I understand more than you think I can
You have to go out on your own
So you can find your way back home
And

Somewhere down the road
Our roads are gonna cross again
It doesn't really matter when
But somewhere down the road
I know that heart of yours
will come to see
That you belong with me
Letting go is just another way to say
I'll always love you so

We had the right love
At the wrong time
Maybe we've only just begun
Maybe the best is yet to come
'Cause

Somewhere down the road
Our roads are gonna cross again
It doesn't really matter when
But somewhere down the road
I know that heart of yours
will come to see
That you belong
With me

Somewhere Down the Road Lyrics

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Today's Entry



I'm a dreamer, and sometime's it's hard for dreamers to live in the Here & Now. So I was strolling through Wal-Mart (which is as real as it gets for a dreamer) and I found a Magic 8 Ball.

So, I shook it, asking a few questions:

"Magic 8 Ball, will I ever see so-and-so again?" And the answer was: Cannot Predict Now.

Then I shook it again, whispering, "Magic 8 Ball, will I ever have the pleasure I had before?" And the answer was: Reply Hazy, Try Again.

So finally, I asked, "Magic 8 Ball, was I a fool to want to chase my dreams?"

And when I saw the answer, I was so tickled I had to take a picture of it with my cell phone.



So, no quitting, no giving up, just a little more laughter and work.

Blessings,




Julian

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Tuesday, January 12, 2010

More Motion


More Motion

Today I spent my time cleaning my new studio. I am working to make the best I can of my situation, and to make the idea that either I’m not substitute teaching every day (as I had hoped) or working more than 25+ hours per week in retail. Thus, I am going to have to make something good of my days/time off daily if not hourly. I need to draw more, write more, and create written and illustrated sketches.

I have access to the internet and a portable laptop, meaning I don’t have to make a base in one place. I do need to save something from paychecks between paying for my insurance, car payments, laptop payments, and the desires I have for my life. No, I am not going to strip bars but I’m not meeting anyone new. Everyone and everything is temporary until I have my dream. And if you think I’ll sacrifice my personal pleasure to follow my dreams, well … you’re right. I shall; dreams are selfish.

So am I, and that’s just me being honest with you the reader of this posting, and myself.
Some request I am doing for fun, and some to learn from their creation and the patience needed to make them successful. After all, if I can’t write often, quickly, and with some feeling of erotic (or pornographic) expectation for pleasure for my reader, then I’m not doing them a favor.

I told myself I’d be working for at least 90 minutes and now I need up to that idea I’ve given myself as a standard for my work ethic. Meaning 90-uninterrupted-minutes must be used, PER DAY, (no matter the day) to anything, even reading. Writing, posting on-line, creating links and having my stories become more popular are my goals. I have to can’t expect to be the “popular kid”, since I was never that kid and never will be that writer. Who I have to be is the one willing to work as hard as possible, making concessions and working to get a good reputation as a creator and entertainer.

One way or another I have to make my dreams come true. I’ve sacrificed and lost too much to turn my back now or to relegate it to simple entertainment. I have to make this work somehow, no matter the cost or time involved until I am a success or a lump in a grave. No more censoring, idiots or fearing any reprisal or assholes. Fuck ‘em all! Let them pay for my shit and let them choke on it if they don’t fuckin’ like it. I’m not gonna care about them, but about the people who matter.

Eventually, Julian will replace the other guy, and one day they’ll be both sides of the same coin. One a fantasy, or a means to an end, and the other a source of pride, joy or happiness. I don’t go to bed aching for work to come like a little kid looking for Christmas. Shit, I don’t even feel like that FOR Christmas. I loathe the fuckin’ holiday, only wanting to go to midnight Mass and to have dinner with my family.

Like work, and like Christmas, I should want to or enjoy doing something productive, joyous and creative.

I have been reading Larry Winget’s “Shut Up, Stop Whining & Get A Life”, and it’s a sound kick in the trousers for me. I won’t admit to being or feeling like a winner, but that doesn’t mean my feelings need to stay the same or that I should accept my situation. In fact, I should be working to my best efforts, to be the best ME that I can be in this life.

I can’t cheat myself or look back at my defeats any longer. I can reflect, momentarily, but I can’t let the failures hold me back. I have to make progress daily, hourly if possible and keep getting closer to my dreams. If I don’t do it now I’ll never have a chance again. I love writing, and must make that my best effort, period. Drawing needs to be next. Like previously mentioned I need to make the best of my skills, working harder than before to get closer to my hopes and dreams.

There should be no doubts or aversions, no fear or wheedling, questions, or excuses.

There should be success, joy and a desire to follow new venues, catch a falling or rising star, and make poetry from the hesitations of my soul and art from the memories of the good and bad.

Closing for now … see y’all later.

Much love & many blessings,




~ j ~


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Blessings,



Julian

Monday, January 11, 2010

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The Lessons I'm Leaving Behind

By Randy Pausch
Published: April 6, 2008
What are your childhood dreams? Share them in the comments section below.

At many colleges, professors are asked to give a “last lecture.” In this talk, they ruminate on what matters most to them. As they speak, audiences mull the same question: What wisdom would you impart to the world if you knew it was your last chance?

Last year, I agreed to give a last lecture at Carnegie Mellon University, where I’m a professor in the computer science department. A few weeks later, I learned that I had only months to live—I was dying of pancreatic cancer.

I knew I could cancel. I have three young children, I’m married to Jai, the woman of my dreams, and there were so many things to be done. But by speaking, I knew I could put myself in a bottle that would one day wash up on the beach for my children, Dylan, Logan and Chloe. Here’s what I want to share.

Always Have Fun
Before I spoke, Carnegie Mellon’s president, Jared Cohon, said to me, “Please tell them about having fun, because that’s what I’ll remember you for.”

I came to an early realization. Each of us must make a decision, best captured in A.A. Milne’s Winnie-the-Pooh characters. Am I a fun-loving Tigger or a sad-sack Eeyore? It’s clear where I stand.

For my last Halloween, Jai, our kids and I dressed up as the Incredibles. I put a photo of us on my website and explained that chemo had not affected my superpowers. I got smiling e-mails in response.

I won’t let go of the Tigger in me. Someone asked what I want on my tombstone. I said: “Randy Pausch: He Lived 30 Years After a Terminal Diagnosis.” I could pack a lot of fun into 30 years. If that’s not to be, I’ll pack fun into the time I have.

Dream Big
I was 8 in the summer of 1969, when men first walked on the moon. I was at camp, and we campers were brought to the main house to watch the moment on TV. But the astronauts were taking a while, and it was late. The counselors sent us to our tents to sleep, and we missed the first walk.

I was peeved. I thought: “My species has gotten off our planet and is in a new world for the first time, and you people think bedtime matters?”

When I got home, my dad gave me a photo that he’d taken of our TV set the second Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon. We still have that photo.

Give yourself permission to dream. Fuel your kids’ dreams too. Once in a while, that might even mean letting them stay up past their bedtimes.

Ask for What You Want
On a trip to Disney World, my dad and I were at the monorail with my son Dylan, then 4. Dylan wanted to sit in the nose-cone with the driver, and my father thought it would be a kick too.

“Too bad they don’t let regular people sit there,” Dad said.

“Actually, I’ve learned there’s a trick to getting to sit up front,” I said. “Do you want to see it?”

I walked over to the attendant and said: “Excuse me. Could we please sit in the front car?”

“Certainly,” the attendant said. He led us to the nose-cone. It was one of the only times I ever saw my dad flabbergasted. “I said there was a trick,” I told him. “I didn’t say it was a hard trick.”

Now I’ve gotten even better at “just asking.” As we all know, it can take days to get medical results. Waiting is not how I want to spend my time, so I ask: “What’s the fastest I can get these results?”

“Oh,” they often respond, “we might be able to have them for you within an hour.”

Ask. More often than you’d suspect, the answer you’ll get is, “Sure.”

Dare To Take a Risk
In a virtual-reality course I taught, I encouraged students to attempt hard things and not worry about failing. At the end of the semester, I presented a stuffed penguin—“The First Penguin Award”—to the team that took the biggest gamble while not meeting its goals. The award came from the idea that when penguins jump in water that might have predators, well, one of them’s got to be the first penguin. In essence, it was a prize for “glorious failure.”

Experience is what you get when you don’t get what you wanted. And it can be the most valuable thing you have to offer.

Look for the Best In Everybody
I got this advice from Jon Snoddy, my hero at Disney Imagineering. “If you wait long enough,” he said, “people will surprise and impress you.” When you’re frustrated with people, when you’re angry, it may be because you haven’t given them enough time. Jon warned that this took great patience, even years. “In the end,” he said, “people will show you their good side. Just keep waiting. It will come out.”

Make Time for What Matters
When Jai and I went on our honeymoon, we wanted to be left alone. Since my boss demanded a way for people to reach me, I recorded this greeting:

“Hi, this is Randy. I waited until I was 39 to get married, so my wife and I are going away for a month. I hope you don’t have a problem with that, but my boss does. Apparently, I have to be reachable.” I then gave the names of Jai’s parents and the city where they lived. “If you call directory assistance, you can get their phone number. And then, if you can convince my in-laws that your emergency merits interrupting their only daughter’s honeymoon, they have our number.” We didn’t get any calls.

Time is all you have. And you may find one day that you have less than you think.

Let Kids Be Themselves
Because I’ve been so vocal about my childhood dreams, people have asked me about the dreams I have for my own kids. As a professor, I’ve seen how disruptive it can be for parents to have specific dreams for their children. My job is to help my kids foster a joy for life and develop the tools to fulfill their own wishes. My wishes for them are very exact and, given that I won’t be there, I want to be clear: Kids, don’t try to figure out what I wanted you to become. I want you to become what you want to become. And I want you to feel as if I am there with you, whatever path you choose.

Adapted from the book The Last Lecture, by Randy Pausch and Wall Street Journal reporter Jeffrey Zaslow. Copyright © 2008 Randy Pausch. To be published by Hyperion. All rights reserved.


AFTER THE LECTURE
After I gave my lecture in September, I expected to go home and quietly spend time with my family. I never imagined that my talk would be viewed online by millions worldwide. The response has overwhelmed and moved me. Thousands of people have written to me about their life lessons. I’ve also been buoyed by former students who’ve told me how my teaching made a difference to them. There’s no greater gift for a teacher.

I’ve used my unexpected fame to advocate for pancreatic cancer research. Last month, I testified before Congress to seek funding for my disease, which is considered the deadliest of cancers.

I’ve had great fun too. In my lecture, I told of two childhood dreams: playing in the NFL and being Captain Kirk on Star Trek. Strangers fulfilled those wishes. I was invited to scrimmage with the Pittsburgh Steelers and got to say a line in a new Star Trek film. Both experiences were thrilling.

I’m lucky to be living longer than I expected, allowing me more time with my kids. I’ve tried to do unforgettable things with them—such as swimming with dolphins—so they’ll have concrete memories of us and of my love for them.

I am honored that my lecture will live on and that people have found it beneficial. Honestly, though, the talk was for my kids, and it gives me comfort to know that they will one day watch it.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Brrrr ~ !




Goddamn but it's fuckin' cold in Texas this morning.



It's in the low teens at the wind chills puts us at 10 degrees this Saturday morning.



My house is an ice box but at least my dogs kept me warm.

All I can do is pray for those without the basics & hope for warm weather.

Blessings,







Julian