Friday, June 22, 2007

Joel Keller: A Resourceful New Jersey Writer.

I did not know much about this most excellent and good natured fellow, untill he started his new blog. Up untill then my only thought was that he is just another audacious foot soldier, among the legions of the cyber-merchants. But Joel is a man with soul; a real cool cat.
He's a contemplative freelance writer who has been featured in a great many publications, such as New York Times, Knot.Magazine, The Huffington Post, and Jane. You will also find him at TV Squad.com Joel is very adept in doing many of his creative endeavors; like celebrity interviews, or when writing about life, culture, entertainment, and fine food.

A really odd story
"Vending machines in Japan offer for sale panties purportedly worn by schoolgirls. Used underwear that has supposedly been previously worn by schoolgirls is being offered for sale in vending machines in Japan. Though we don't know the current price for such items, in 1993 they sold for the equivalent of US $50 apiece. Sick, I wonder how much a used tampon goes for? Maybe a $100.?"
"Even so, what's tolerated with little fuss or moral hand-wringing in Japan remains striking. Hiro Fujiwara, a man in his 30s who helped produce pornographic videos before manning his parents' noodle stand in an Osaka neighborhood, tells that "pornography is sort of seen as a good outlet for men, a sign of a healthy man, like drinking a lot of alcohol." His friend, Kazuyo, a woman in her mid-20s, concurs, adding that "women don't mind so much because it means the man is normal. He watches when he is alone."

Meanwhile, the US Supreme Court rejected on Tuesday a constitutional challenge to a law in Alabama that makes it a crime to sell sex toys. Texas and Georgia also have laws that restrict the distribution of sex toys.

It's a strange world folks.

10 comments:

Jaded said...

I agree...I think he's clever and witty.

Hope all is well!

Walt said...

Don't worry Jaded, I'll be giving you the special treatment, real soon. It's just my nature to say nice things about the people I like. Surely I can think of something nice to say about my favorite army brat.

Jaded said...

I'm not worried, Walt. I appreciate you whether you say nice stuff about me or not... I'm not one to fish for compliments. I guess it comes from not being insecure, I don't know.

I am flattered that I'm your favorite army brat, however. Thanks!

Walt said...

Jaded Jaded Jaded; I know you are not worried. And no one really needs me to pulg their endeavors. But a pat on the back never hurt anyone. Despite my lack of knowledge I am the old man around here, so it would seem that I have a duty to try and be an example for others to emulate. Jaded I can read you like a book, and YOU, like my other friends are indeed very special!

Jaded said...

Hmmm, and here I thought I was mysterious and unpredictable. Sheesh. :)

Walt said...

Jaded, as a woman you will always be mysterious and unpredictable, but because you grew up in a military family, the experence has made you differnt, and more disciplined than most other girls. That old army sop will always be a little part of you.

Jaded said...

I'm thinking that since I actually know what "sop" means, you might be right. :)

Walt said...

O' I'm only a jabbering fool; I don't really know anything. Some military dependents can't adjust, or find their home life too oppressive and rebel. I've seen some really smart kids come to a bad end.

Jaded said...

Luckily, I'm really smart and have done well. I was too afraid to rebel, lol. The only thing that I do which is contrary to the ordered childhood I had is that I'm not a neat freak. If it's not in its place, so what? I'll get it there eventually. That's not to say that I'm a slob, 'cause I'm not. I just prefer my house to feel homey and comfortable...I hate when things are so spotless you're afraid to sit on anything. I want people to feel like they can kick off their shoes and put their feet up in my home.

Yeah, I'm such a rebel!

Walt said...

Well I am not a neat freak except maybe for my closet. But it would never pass muster. I no longer fold my underpants, or roll up my socks into little balls.