and i search for you in every passing car

This next First Friday (2-4-11) will be my Ex-Wife's art show. Her work is amazing and only get's better with time. And though I know she does not read this blog, and for that I am sure we are both thankful, I have to say how incredibly proud of her I am with what she has done as an artist. Running a gallery, being an artist and an artist advocate is tough work... then throw my son on the pile.. phew. Please try and attend if you live in the Las Vegas area, she deserves the crowd, and people deserve to see her work. Click on the picture below to check out the details of the event:

The Immaculate Perception - 
A new body of work by Gina Quaranto

and that's all i have to say about that.

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Speaking of Ex's... My buddy Brandon told me a week later that we almost had a run in with my ex. Apparently she was behind us in traffic and could clearly see Brandon, Jeremy and i. In his wisdom (and i thank Christ he did this) he didn't say a word about it. Thank Jebus. I would have been dodging my 6'3 ass to the floor of the car (no little feat). But it proves my point to Brandon. Alway's watch your back in Henderson John Robison... You may coincidently run into her, and shit... it's hard enough already seeing old photographs... I really don't wan't to and can't see her face to face. It would be terribly hard and gut wrenching. As Arcade Fire sang in "Suburban War":

Let’s go for a drive and see the town tonight
There’s nothing to do but I don’t mind when I’m with you

This town’s so strange they built it to change
And while we sleep we know the streets get rearranged
With my old friends it was so different then
Before your war against the suburbs began

Before it began

Now the music divides us into tribes
You grew your hair so I grew mine
You said the past won’t rest
Until we jump the fence and leave it behind

With my old friends I can remember when
You cut your hair, I never saw you again
Now the cities we live in could be distant stars
And I search for you in every passing car

The night’s so long
Yeah the night’s so long
I’ve been living in the shadows of your song
Been living in the shadows of your song

In the suburbs I, I learned to drive
And you told me we would never survive,
So grab your mother’s keys we leave tonight

But you started a war that we can’t win
They keep erasing all the streets we grew up in
Now the music divides us into tribes
You choose your side, I’ll choose my side

All my old friends they don’t know me now
All my old friends are staring through me now
All my old friends they don’t know me now
All my old friends they don’t know me now
They don’t know me now
All my old friends, wait…

 

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Jeremy is sick. Go tell him to feel "intensely" better. He has broke off regular contact to heal.
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and as terribly lame as it sounds, i have been carrying around my annual review for two weeks because i have never gotten "exceeds standards" before on my annual review, always just "satisfactory". In the almost 9 years I have been in the school district. yay me.
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and I leave you with an oldie....

Afternoon

Brownies melting in my pocket on a spring day,
Me and the kid looking out over water runoff from the water treatment plant,

from and iron and concrete bridge.
The kid spits out over the water while we both stand motionless...

taking in the sound of rushing water and screeching birds.
We smile at each other.

Our bellies full of peanut butter and jelly..

and crunchy taco's.
It's almost good enough to be perfect

and it is.

For Gabriel

Have a great day... i know i will... IT'S FUCKING PAYDAY!!!!!!!

Love, 

Captain

PirateFace

all i want is somebody to love.