Joseph Holosko Santa

I just wanted to share with you my Merry Xmas Santa . This picture was taken in 1958. My father is Santa! In fact he played Santa for 20 years and brought thousands of kids smiles and happiness and joy. And me?  Well I was always the apple of his eye and everyday was Christmas!

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY Joseph John Holosko

Last week someone sent me this picture of my father. The timing was out of sight fantastic!  It really says everything about him. For almost 30 years my father was Santa Clause to thousands of children and they will forever remember him.

 I know every little girl thinks of her father as Santa Clause but mine really was!!! 

And he was the best father a girl could ever want and I was the apple of his eye. Not a day goes by that I do not feel his presence and I know that not only is he looking over me he is looking OUT for me !

This picture was taken with my cousin Camille and Allisa in 1958... ten years before I was born.

Joseph John Holosko pictures

These are the only two pictures I have of my father and I'm grateful for those.

Joseph John Holosko

Joseph John Holosko: Memories

My father was the only man I ever knew who was personally hurt when he was not selected for jury duty. It was like he was a kid and this was something he always wanted to do. He was so excited to go down to the court and so very dissapointed when they dismissed him.

I will always remember how hard he took this. To him he was being rejected as a man who had worked all his life to do the right thing.

Sayings by Joseph John Holosko (step)

Step up to the Plate!

JOSEPH JOHN HOLOSKO just a Memory

My father wrote when he passed away.  "for my daughter who loved the horses". This is a similar picture of the sculpture my father had in his house. He left it for me but it disappeared shortly after he fell and hit his head on the bathroom floor.   I wonder sometimes how my father really died! How did he fall as his son held him up.  A mystery? Really? 

Sayings by Joseph John Holosko

"Don't put it past them"

I gave my father two horse head onyx head book ends.  He kept them with him always by his bed on a shelf.

I want them back.

Wired Magazine for Women Sept 2015

SEPT 2015 edition of Wired Magazine. (Below see my podcast).

First, I would like to apologize for miscounting the women in my podcast there are actually 6. I mistakenly forgot to mention a very hot and very wonderful scientist helping to combat Ebola. You know who you are and big shout out to you!

(SECOND.. WIRED YOU NEED MY HELP: Contact me!)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=asdr3gvOXR0


(Since I have become the self appointed watchdog for Wired Magazine I feel it's my duty to count the women in the magazine and report on what goes on in the very, very male technological world Frankenstienian, laboratories that are considered the cutting edge. As you may or may now know I don't think it's necessary to cut the edge of technological advances any further until we wait a while to examine the long term affects. My spidey sense is tingling because I get the sense that the reason  technological advances are happening at such an alarmingly fast pace is because we may have to blow this popsicle stand of a planet much sooner then we think. Get your savings in order because the flights to wherever are going to cost a lot. As for me? I think I'll just stay here and save the world).

We have GOT to pay attention to this stuff because boys running loose in labs is NOT a good thing!


There are six women that I can count in this months edition of wired magazine. Two are ads. The first ad is a black and white picture of Jennifer Aniston with a big bottle of smart water in her hand. Ok.. It's really phallic but it's Jennifer Aniston and she makes regular appearances in Wired Magazine. Boys like Jennifer. Hell, everyone likes Jennifer!

Next photo up (BELOW) is an ad for Kohler, the company that makes cool shower heads and plumbing stuff. Below we have a picture of a woman who is aggressively being sprayed in the face with pulsing water. She tries in desperation to hold back the watery ejaculation but sadly she is unsuccessful. Thankfully the rest of her stays dry, due to the fact that she is cocooned in saran wrap.

Need I say more? I wonder if  someone did some marketing research and concluded that the male readers of Wired like to see women degraded and helpless and wrapped in plastic? Come on boys!

Then we get to  four women. Each woman marks a different male demographic fantasy. 

First, we've got the sultry brunette. Think a hot scientist, white coat fantasy, who fights Ebola( I forgot to mention her in my podcast....sorry). 

Second we have another brunette showing us how to flick her hair.She is going to advocate advancing security measures. 

Third, we've got the older woman who is an engineer and helps small companies to get up to snuff technology. 

And fourth, we've got the hot blond a mere 26 years old who just managed to score $13.3 million dollars for her start up. She is going to put things in the airwaves so that we can charge our cellphones without plugging them in the wall.

 

LADY #1 Smart Fantasy Scientist type,

 

(Think white lab coat).

 

 By the way, she is doing some kick ass work in Ebola research and she is the WOMAN I MISTAKENLY FORGOT to mention!

LADY #2

Catherine Zeta Jones look a like. Playing with her hair.

 

 

 

LADY #3.   Older Woman Fantasy

 

 

 



And..Lady #4 Hot Blonde

Each woman has a tiny blurb describing how fabulous she is. There is maybe a two or three word quote, like, data is a "natural resource". But, it's what's missing that bothers me.There are no interviews, no information on background, education, life's trials, journeys, marriages or kids or partners. 

Maybe some hobbies might work to personalize them!  

 How about  a question or two?

 Did Wired even talk to these women? Maybe they could be asked what its like to compete in a male dominated world  Essentially there is nothing, there is no real information. And if you look at the pictures there are all done in this kind of red and blue effect that makes them seem unworldly. Is a computer making this magazine?

The style of the pictures really creeps me out. There are photographed all the same with a mysterious blue and yellow glow emanating from their heads. Ok.... this is weird. Enjoy my podcast where I mistakenly forgot to mention the scientist fighting Ebola.

Love Kay Hall
XO

Sayings by Joseph John Holosko

"Step up to the plate"

(My father taught me how to read)

Sayings by Joseph John Holosko

Step up to the plate!

Sayings by Joseph John Holosko

Caught between a rock and a hard place!

Sayings by Joseph J. Holosko

You gotta call a spade a spade.

Joseph John Holosko Memories of my Father

This is a continuation of my blog post of my memories of my father who passed away. I was the apple of his eye, his only daughter. 

Every once I'm a while I will come across something that reminds me of our time together. 

My father was a superman handyman. There was nothing he could not do. He could fix a roof, rewire electrical wires, install a water heater, make a dog kennel, erect a fence, make wine,. He even toyed with making stained glass windows. 

His crowing glory however was being able to  build (by hand)a 5 foot tall working grandfather clock.

 We built it together. 

And every once in while I come across an object that my fathers ghost tells me to buy.

Today I came across a pair of locking pliers the same type we used together to build our grandfather clock together .

Its very important that I remember him. The generation born before the internet is lost in memory like they never existed. I write this because I want my father to exist

P.S. Whoever has that clock please know that I am coming for you! I am coming for the clock that a father and daughter built with love.I will help my fathers ghost transition in peace. Tick tock goes my grandfather clock. ..Tick tock. 

Joseph John Holosko loving father of Karina Holosko

To: Joseph John Holosko

Hey Dad, 

I was Krazy Gluing a head that broke off of one of my Kick Ass Angels that I accidentally stepped on and I thought of you. You loved your Krazy glue and when it came out on the market you tested it on everything. Once we broke an expensive tea cup just to see if it would glue back together. We used too much glue and we expected it to work too fast and this produced crazy results. We had to use your go-to-glue, Rubber Cement to fix the problem. 

I remember helping you at your workbench in the dark basement of our house. I practiced the piano, you worked on the lathe twisting the wood til it was so curvy that it was ready to be placed on the top of the grandfather clock that you made for me.  

One night after piano practice I met you at your bench in the damp basement. Any place was better than the upstairs where the abuse and the swearing and the spitting and the yelling of your very sick wife lived.

We decided it was time to glue that piece that you made on the lathe onto the top of the clock.  Like me you put on too much glue and expected it too work too fast. Then you turned to me and said, "We are barking up the wrong tree, we have to slow down. Hold your horses!" So we took a minute to let our glue catastrophe settle and then put just a small drop and held it gently in place. 

 I thought of you and I "held my horses" and  put just a drop of glue on my angels neck to hold her head in place. It was just enough Krazy glue, not too much  and I patiently held it gently for awhile just like you taught me.

As the head my angel became one with her body my love for you soared through my soul. Who would think that gluing on the head of an Kick-Ass angel would make me think of you. 

Dad, you are my Kick Ass Angel and I can feel you with me.

Happy father's day! From your little girl.. the apple of your eye.

Below. See Joseph John Holosko as a young boy in the far right. From right to left his brother Emil, his sister Stella Staley and (a sponsored relative my grandfather brought from Ukrainian). My grandmother, and my grandfather.

P.S Whoever has that clock please know that it was a labor of love between a daughter and her father. Even though the object is not with me the love shines through. Tick -tock goes the Grandfather clock.

Thank you Dr.Phil . You are a true healer!

A couple of months ago I wrote to the Dr. Phil show. I actually got an answer and an offer to be on the show. It never panned out but just the attention that my letter received help me feel vindicated. Just that little bit of out-reach helped me to understand that what I was experiencing was taken seriously.

I'd just like to send a shout out to a man, Dr. Phil, who I believe to be a true healer. By indirectly acknowledging my story he helped me overcome a lot of pain. I feel he helped to heal my wound.

I am eternally grateful to you Dr. Phil. You are truly a great healer! 

Thank you for reading.....


Karina Holosko


The letter went like this.. (wouldn't you like to know?  Lol) NOT
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