Sunday, April 1, 2012

Venting Sadness

It may be raining in San Antonio soon, dear friends.  And this is the worst job I've had as a substitute teacher this year.  Right now I wish I could call in sick but there's no substitute for a substitute teacher, as Peggy Hill would say about her importance to teaching.




The kids just had STAAR testing, which is the new mandatory state testing pattern they're falling into for their future of conformity and dullness.  I have to work hard to keep them focused, and they don't care.  They have the most ghoulish reasons and desires for NOT working.

It's madness and makes me sad.  Many other teachers I know just do they job to have summers off and find the level of accountability that exist with the system.  I think it's lunacy and I hate it.  I don't love teaching, and haven't loved it for a long time.

 

In the morning I will have to deal with the dorks again & again.  I hate this shit.  I'm sad and I don't make enough to tolerate.  Maybe I need to change perspectives, and a friend of mine told me I need to try something else.  I am going to give the Church a chance, and see if I can work at an all-boy's school much better than with these coed nitwits.

I need to be happy and I need to relax.  After all there's only a few fuckin' things you can do with a degree in English.  Seriously, I checked and here's the answers to that question.  And that's damned heart breaking.

But I need to calm down and write more.  Make happiness out of crap and work harder.

And be hopeful.

Thanks for listening.

~~~

p.s. It just started raining.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Prom 2012

The first time should be in the back of a buggy with a girl that they think they're in love with. 
                                                                              Mrs. Kate Collingwood (The Cowboys 1972)


Yes, I've written about prom before, but I rarely touch the subject unless it make the news as it did here.


 



I wonder if Seka would have gone to my prom, or maybe Traci Lords or Christy Canyon? 


I wonder what my family would have said to me when a woman of a salacious reputation would have arrived at my door, licking her lips, smiling politely, cleavage bouncing asking for me? 



 

Recently a young man in Minnesota named Mike Stone Tweeted over 600 times for a porn star, promising a massage along with a meal and a good time.  And, he got a response.  Megan Piper, 19, a porn starlet with sexy good looks missed her prom in a transition move with her family before she became a starlet.




I don't know if it's fame someone's seeking or the chance to achieve a lofty ideal.  A lot of men can hope, ache, fantasize, dream and wish to have Angelina Jolie but only Brad Pitt is so damned lucky.  Many a man drool watching Jenna Jameson, Scarlett Johansson, Playboy Bunnies, Penthouse Pets, and Hustler Honeys but that's not to be our lot in life.

Usually those dreams end in a mess somehow.






The school-district is the one who put the reins on his celebrity date and it's made the news ever since, some for, some against the idea of a porn starlet at the prom.  I don't think it's so bad as she's 19 and he's 18, and he's (supposedly) a special-needs kid, meaning he never stood a chance with the other girls and I feel kinda bad for him.  I can't say if he's ugly; I mean to me he looks normal, but if he couldn't find a local date then I sympathize as I had to cater a date from 200 miles away, and she too, was older, 'bout the same age.




Now this isn't the first time this has happened.  In 1999 a kid called the Howard Stern show and asked porn starlet Houston, an infamous gang-bang starlet, to his prom.  And the school couldn't do anything about it at the time.  Maybe Long Island is different from Minnesota but a date is a date and a kid could always use a hot date for a memorable night.

I was an ugly kid.  Well, maybe not ugly so much as homely, pudgy and shy, withdrawn, introverted, nerdy and boring.  After importing my date I was still a virgin but I was happy.

I hope the kid gets a date.

Prom is something to remember.

Adios.

~btw~

Those of you writing to support me, thank you; your wishes and happy thoughts and warm fuzzies are keeping me afloat as I go into another long-term gig.

I am making you something cool so watch out ...

~hugz~




Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Today

Greetings Friends & Foes,

After all you never know who you're addressing in a blog.  (~wink, wink!~)  I am off from substitute teaching today, working at home, cleaning and trying to get some things in order.  One of those things is a new set of shelves, as seen here.

Another thing I am trying for is a few more songs to my collection.  After all, Big Brother is coming like a SOB and we've gotta watch what's for evaluation and what we've bought.

(Attention DORKS, that is in no way an admission; it's just a statement of fact concerning the modern age we live in and what can & can't be found on the interwebz.  Don't blame me because some tools are stealing and pinning it on the rest of us ... I'm not that brave.)

Sunday I went to visit my folks on the south side of town, and as I came off Military Dr. I saw a kid doing some painting on a large utility box; I thought he was some kind of volunteer doing clean-up, but instead he was doing wheat-paste art, and I am going into the old neighborhood to try and grab a picture of the image if it hasn't been destroyed or painted over.

Another thing that's been gaining a lot of ground is stencil art, which I think is cool when done right.  

Today I am just cleaning & storing clutter, porn and old pictures and work.

Hopefully it will be a productive day too.

Take care & God Bless you A/all.




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Monday, February 13, 2012

Happy Valentine's Day

I just recently acquired a case of Mr. Pibb (which is called Pibb Xtra) from a friend of mine who just wanted to bitch about the good old days.

I listened, got my sodas and got the Hell outta there before rain came down Sunday night.

It's a quarter till midnight.  No one to kiss, no new story to nurture, love or make me smile.

























But thank you ... thank you all for being a heartbeat away when I needed you.  Without you wonderful friends, readers and innocent bystanders I'd never keep trying.  I'd just give up, fade away and let life end for me as it has for so many others.

God bless you all.

Always,




Julian

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Goodbye Whitney


Goodnight, Whitney







               
I was having dinner when a friend of mine sent me a text: songbird Whitney Houston died tonight (02/11/’12).
                 
My food fell out of my mouth.  I dribbled powdered mashed potatoes, gagging slightly; wondering what brought her to this moment in her life and eventual death.  I remember seeing her on an LP cover, her gorgeous figure taking me back to being a nervous, twitching 17-year-old kid in the record stacks at Sears.  Then I spied her a few months later and shelled out $8.99 at TG&Y for the cassette.
               
“You Give Good Love” and “Saving All My Love for You”, made an impression on me and I had a slight crush on the former-model-turned-songstress.  A while later while working downtown, as my taste turned to metal and punk around my friends, I still crushed on Whitney, buying her second album in 1987 where I would also buy bootlegs of concerts and filters for a bong I shared occasionally with a friend of mine who worked downtown with me.  She giggled that I listened to Whitney and Rick Astley, and enjoyed Motley Crüe and Poison with her, trying not to be pegged into one genre.
                 
When I finally had my own CD player, a big, bulky thing in the late 90’s, I jumped at Apple Records & LP’s on San Pedro and bought a used copy of “The Bodyguard” soundtrack.  According to some legends/rumors, Lawrence Kasdan wrote the story in the late 70’s, hoping to entice Steve McQueen into pairing with Diana Ross, who was still hot after her dramatic roles in “Mahogany” and “Lady Sings the Blues”.
                 
As I read “American Psycho”, I loved the diatribes/thoughts by Patrick Bateman on Whitney’s first album, then on life in general before chopping people to bits.  (I don’t know why but I always saw Casper Van Diem in the role which was made amazing by Christian Bale.  You go over-the-top, get him!)  I wish I could go that deep into lunacy some days.
                 
I never worried about her acting, as her singing was the money-maker.  I remember seeing her making men swoon on an episode of “Silver Spoons” as she sang to attorney Franklin Seales.  Her singing on the “Waiting to Exhale” CD, made me smile to no end as it was an amazing Christmas gift.
                
 Somewhere along the way she married Bobbie Brown, who’s claim to fame was a tour called “Humping Around the World”.  She also gained a drug addiction, a horrible marriage, and a lifestyle that would make Hunter Thompson wince.  It made me sad and I shelved all my old feelings for Whitney.
                 
Now she’s gone.  

 None like her again. 

She grew up and old with me, and she died too soon.

                
 Goodbye Whitney.
                 

God bless and rest you.  This world drank your soul and your talents, and others drank your spirit and your life even before Death came calling.














Sunday, January 22, 2012

If & Desiderata


 If by Rudyurd Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

******

Desiderata by Max Erhmann

Go placidly amidst the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.
 
 

Monday, January 2, 2012

Happy 2012

I am scribbling my first blog for the New Year. 

Happy 2012 everyone! 

I have been ill with congestion and some friends gathered to get me some cough syrup with codine, a half box of Musinex, and oranges and bananas to keep the Vitamin C and potassium inside my body.  I've been drinking more water, more chamomille tea, and coffee.  No cold drinks, no Pibb Xtra, no Dr. Pepper, no meals out for over a week.  Just the aforementioned fruits, canned soup, and Vienna sausages chopped up to add to the soup.

I am getting ready reading the lesson plans for a teacher who wants me to take over for her when she goes on maternity leave.  Sadly, HR tells me I can't go in until the water breaks and I don't want to take a job for someone else then suddenly have to leave and put that teacher into the round-robin of crappy substitutes.  After I drop a job it goes back into the pot and either someone picks it or the district assigns it but the teacher loses all control of who's in the room in their absence.
So today I am writing and cleaning.  I can try making a dent in the mess I've accumulated, maybe cart some things off to storage, Goodwill, and so forth.  I've gotta try drawing and making things happen this year.  If the world ends then all my dreams die with me.  If I don't strike first someone else could do an idea I have better than me and that would sadden me greatly.

Oh ... and I also have to sign up for a drivers' ed class as quick as possible.  I'm due back in court on the 23 of January, 2012 for speeding in a school zone.  Sadly it was the day I was called in at the last second and I couldn't blame it on the principal.  Now speeding isn't a worry any longer.  Of course my court cost were $175 that were non-refundable but thems the breaks, right?


My sister had her usual New Year's blowout and made menudo.  If you don't know this dish it's fats, bones, hominy and many other spicy and frightening things.  That and a few shots made the blockage go away faster than the medication.


I am on the mend.  I am on the spiritual mend too and working a little harder each time.

Thanks for listening.

Love you all bunches!





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