Blog #10

Joaquin Paez

10/29/12

 

Blog entry week #10

 

 

1.       I constantly wake up at 2:00am to find myself facing the opposite side of the bed.

2.       At the age of 17 I purchased my first car, an 89 VW Beetle.

3.       I currently work over 50 hours a week in over 5 different counties.

4.       I will be traveling to Miami Florida during the summer of 2013 to celebrate my birthday.

5.       I purchased a dog during the weekend.

6.       Golf has been my favorite sport since high school.

 

Breast Ironing

- Breast Ironing

This is, unfortunately, as bad as it sounds. Someone, usually the mother, will hold a girl aged 8-13 or just as she starts to blossom, and iron her chest with an extremely hot object. They are trying to stop her breasts from growing, believing in their minds that they are protecting the child from rape and/or pregnancy. They also beat on the chest with heated objects like the kitchen tool used to mash potatoes or anything that they can get. They pound and press with the heated object, causing more damage than they realize. The crazy part of it is that their intentions are good. They want the child not to be molested and to have a chance to finish her education.

More than 4 million females have suffered this fate at the hands of loved ones over the years in regions of the Republic of Cameroon. Breast ironing causes tissue damage, which can lead to breast cancer, cysts, infections, the inability to breast-feed their eventual children, depression, and malformation and/or the loss of at least one breast and possibly both.

 http://thumbpress.com/the-10-most-weird-body-deformation-practices/

I read this article and it really caught my attention, I was amazed at what other cultures do to ensure their children live a life free of molestation and within their believes offer them a better opportunity to succeed in academics, it made me want to share this with our class since I think it’s a sensitive subject and awareness can help make a difference.

Family

10/09/2012

Family

Unlike other Hispanic families there were only four of us while growing up, sister, mother and father. I was fortunate enough to have cousins, uncles, aunts and grandparents. However, they did not live with or near us. The closes family I had was thousands of miles away in a different country. At a very early age my parents decided to move to the United States in search of a better future for them and us. Although I appreciate the outcome and value the privileges of living in a first world country I can’t help thinking what kind of childhood I would have experienced living and growing aside family. I deeply appreciate everything my parents have done for us, it was definitely difficult to go through holydays, birthdays and celebrations without the rest of the family.  I think this may be seen to other individuals as unfortunate or in a negative way but I think this fact alone has defined my family.  I think of us as a cinder block that needs four sides to be strong and maintain stability, we have learned to recognized feeling, emotions and behaviors without the need for words. I consider my family a strong entity that works together to reach a greater purpose, the purpose of happiness. We maintained this cinderblock analogy up to 4 years ago. In June 2007 my son was born, two new additions to my family were made, my beautiful wife and my loving son. Now that I have a family of own I see things differently, I realize that a parent would do anything in their power to protect and ensure a good life for their little ones. I never judged my parents actions or decisions but I constantly questioned, why I had to grow up without knowing what living and counting on cousins, grandparents and family. I now know why and I would probably do the same if it meant giving my son a better future or opportunity to succeed in life. 

Interview

Joaquin Paez

09/27/2012

Interview with Nancy Soto

Interesting enough when I asked Nancy to describe herself in three words she immediately responded “clean, I need to keep my stuff clean” after over thinking this statement it became clear to me. With the need to be clean comes dedication and responsibility.  Dealing with 14 hour days and joggling two jobs while attending college might seem impossible for many of us. However, Nancy Soto a 21 year old student at Oxnard College does it on a daily basis and if I might say she does an excellent job. Nancy was born in Oxnard California, she attended several schools while growing up, three to be exact. At the age of eighteen two significant events shaped what was to come. She graduate from Hueneme High School and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Jayleen.  I think like many parents she has an excellent fuel source that pushes her forward. A role model is not something that I have she said. However, she is well aware that education is the key to providing comforts and a better life style for her daughter. She is a focused young adult that is currently working to accomplish her goals. She plans to transfer to a four year University within a year, California State University Channel Island where she will major in psychology. 

http://nancyalvarez2418.blogspot.com/ 

new dad!

Joaquin Paez

Essay #1

09/25/2012

Becoming a dad!

 

I had been working in Visalia California for several weeks conducting Occupational Safety audits, while there I meet a beautiful woman who would later become the mother of my son. It was my last day in Visalia, I had been planning to leave early to beat the afternoon traffic, everything was going according to plan and suddenly she stepped in to my temporary office. At the time she was working for the same company as I was. We exchanged a couple of words and a couple of hours later we were having dinner. Nothing fancy, we were standing at a taco truck. It was the best first date I had ever had, no pressure, no need to impress, just me and her.

Over the next several months I found myself driving to Visalia every Friday, I would look for reasons to work out of the Visalia office, everything was just perfect. As you might expect we became a couple. It only took me several months to realize that she was the one for me. Communication between my parents and I has always been ideal. I remember it was a Sunday afternoon, I had just gotten back from Visalia.  Dinner was at its peak at the house, and my dad open the conversation with the following question “tell me about your relationship” at this point she had already been to the house several times, and it seemed like she had the approval from everyone in my family, which was very important to me. I then looked at my dad and I said “dad, she is the one.” He smiled and said “don’t mess it up”.

Approximately a month later from that dinner I was driving back from Visalia, it had been a horrible week. The weather was over a hundred degrees, my car had broken down and I was driving a rental, there was road work along freeway 99 and I was moving four miles per hour. To make things worse I had the worst argument with my girl before I left Visalia, we argued about going to Rosarito Mexico for the weekend. For some reason she believed that we were going to be kidnaped.

Just as I was losing my mind over the fact that the weather was horrible, traffic was bad and I was driving rental I got a call from my girl. She sounded somewhat nervous and just not herself, just as I began feeling victorious over the fact that she had called first she told she had something to tell me. I thought to myself, this is it she is going to apologize. I proudly said, go on I’m listening. She said “I’m pregnant”. I was speechless, I didn’t know what to say or how to react to that, I was silent for one or two minutes and then I asked her can you call me back and try it again, this time make it more romantic. She started laughing and so did I. We were on the phone for over two hours, I was so happy, scared, nervous and anxious it really took a lot for me to get my words right.

Two weeks went by, neither of us broke the news to our parents. It was different for us, approach and timing had to be perfect. I was really nervous to let more time go by since I felt I was hiding something of huge importance from my family, and at the same time I didn’t want to tell them. I never thought that I was not going to get support, or that I was going to be judged. At the time I was independent and responsible of my actions. However I did understand that I wasn’t quite where my parents wanted me to be before becoming a parent.

For her it was much easier, she was so excited about becoming a mom that I think that fact alone overpowered every other feeling of anxiety, fear or anything at all.  Don’t get me wrong, I was thrilled, about becoming a dad, but at the same time I started adding the numbers and they added up real fast. A week later, three weeks after I found out, we decided to break the news to my parents. We bought a small pillow that said “I love you grandma”, we all went out for dinner and we just didn’t find the right time, between appetizers and steak we forgot about the main purpose of that night. We got home, by now she was allowed to stay the night over, we talked a little about our amazing dinner and finally without thinking about anything I pulled the little pillow and I gave it to my mother, she read it and said “I was waiting for you to tell me” she got up and hugged us, my dad started laughing and said, you guys couldn’t have made it more obvious these past two weeks, no wine for her during dinners, no going out, and both of you freaking out every time I ask you how was your day. It was a huge weight lifted off my shoulders I felt so much support from my parents it’s hard to describe I thank my parents for reacting the way they did, I really believe that the positive response they gave us blessed my own family to be.

The following morning my girl left to Visalia with a plan, she was to wait for me and we would perform the same routine, we would go to dinner come home and pull the little pillow. To my surprise she called me ten minutes after arriving at her parents’ house. She had told them as soon as she got home. Part of me was upset because I wanted to be share that experience with her and part of me was happy that I didn’t have to go through that again. Overall there were really happy and accepting.

Baby preparations were on schedule once again, we had mayor support from both families and baby was healthy kicking. Several months later she moved to Oxnard, timing was perfect, pregnancy was coming along perfectly, I received a promotion at work, we purchased our first home and ultrasound confirmed we were having a baby boy. After that time just flew, I remember waking up around 4:30am to a lot of commotion, towards the final days of our pregnancy we were staying at my old room at my parents’ house, I continued to travel up and down the coast and my mom insisted that she stayed at the house. Good thing we did, the day I woke up to all that commotion my mom orchestrated everything as if she did that for a living, no rushing, no pressure, everything was just right.

She was admitted at St. John’s Regional Medical Center around 5:15am. The doctor came in the room and asked if I wanted to help, of course I said absolutely. My job was to stand alongside the doctor and distract her, try to her mind clear he said. I did my best but I think I failed miserably, she was in so much pain it was hard to watch. Although I wanted to witness the moment my son came to this world I missed it, I was so scared I looked the way. A minute later I found myself holding a beautiful baby boy.            

I know becoming a father has been the best experience for me, without a doubt it has given me many joyful moments that I will carry in my heart for the rest on my life. It’s hard to explain, but becoming a father has changed and shaped my life in such a positive way. Having been blessed with my son has helped pushed me forward, I was never a disturbed being, or had trouble with my life, but my son has definitely brought the best out of my. I see life with a different perspective, everything I do now has a purpose.

 

 

 

Reality TV

Reality Television

Reality television is not necessary the best entertainment out there but it’s what the public wants.  I don’t think it good or bad, I think about it as means of economic development for the entertainment business. I don’t think all of it is reality, these television series portray the life style that we as a society seek according to different age groups. There is a lot of research and marketing to identify what it is that makes a so called reality series public friendly.

Today’s reality television revolves around excessive partying, drinking and expensive lifestyles. On top of that we relate these behaviors with economic and social successes. I think if reality television would be based on problems such as poverty, living conditions, hunger and violence the general public response would be significantly less accepting.

However in the current economical state our country is in reality television has been a tool to step away from our own reality and enjoy a made believe one, in which there is no such thing as unemployment. Like I said before I don’t agree or disagree with it, what I do find interesting is that there seem to be a reality series for everyone, from the twenty year old binge drinker to the over achieving real estate agent. Interesting enough both parties exhibit a fun life. Again, making it ok to pursue both environments. I don’t find myself watching reality tv often, I tend to stick to sports or cartoons. But when I do i enjoy it for the moment being, I constantly remind myself and others that’s it’s been scripted. Also, I don’t agree with the fact that some of these reality stars that have no talent can reach such level of popularity and fame, not to mention the astronomical salaries they receive. I think there should be an incentive for them in this case money for opening their life’s to public domain, but when they receive 50k dollars to host an event that will embrace reality television behavior, someone should pull the plug.

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Texting

Texting

Communication has been the backbone of economic and social growth, and it has evolved tremendously over the years, going from the Pony Express Postal Service to the World Wide Web. Even though I recognized the importance of communication and understand the benefit of fast and convenient ways to do so, there are several things I don’t necessary agree with, in particular texting. Texting has taken a lot of privacy and intimacy from communication, not to mention the hazard associated with texting while driving.

I think the responsibility we have for both matters is minimal, I’m personally guilty. Over the past 3 years I got 3 traffic citations for either texting while driving or talking while driving. But I feel particularly guilty about becoming a texting fanatic, I promised myself that I would never rely on a smart phone or electronic means of communication to express emotions since I think emotions are a part of what define character in a human being, emotions for me go hand in hand with facial expressions, body language and physical posture. When I find myself texting things such as “I Love You” I remind myself the importance of communication through a more tangible, intimate matter.