Monday, And Back At It

Got a whole week to focus on projects, wrapping shit up to hit the road back to the Midwest to be around the parents for some time. Portland's great and all, but, aw hell, I can do my job from mom and dad's living room with a little extra effort, and, enjoy dinners and stuff with them.Michigan, in February. Hmmm. The ride back should be pretty wild. Dad flies in on Thursday. Pretty excited for that.- - - -The Wurstminster Dog Show was amazing. There were like 150 pieces/breeds to check out. My favorites were the Shaun Wolfe "Perciful," Cody's collage piece and this gem, whereas, the maker's name escapes me, as I couldn't squeeze in close enough to read the fine print. The place was fuckin' packed.I didn't bring the little man down, thinking it wouldn't be cool to have dogs there, but, upon arrival, I saw tons of hounds in attendance. So I rang Lovejoy and had him bring down the G-Unit, to much fanfare. (Thanks, Lovejoy, you are my bestest friend.) Gary did great too, handling all petting and ear rubs with grace and style. People ate him up. Thank you, buddy. Progress.Here's my Gary piece, which sold to a pal late in the night. 100 bucks. Such a deal. And of course, we had trinkets to pass out to those who'd hear us out.Here's a Flickr photo set from the ever-awesome April Cottini. Well done, lady, well done.Got to see the Capozzi's, the Aults, Kurt and his dame, Mark Phillips, Dan "The Source" Sorcinelli, Rod + Katie, April Cottini, those Sturgills, Gocco Black Belt Brad Simon, the Ben Munson Family Unit, Airblaster Paul, Cory Grove and couple other awesome characters.- - - -Late last night I watched The Breakfast Club. Been a long, long time. It's funny how, twenty years later, those kids still feel "older" than me. (I first saw it when I was 11 or something, and, well, they were big time high school kids, so, you know how that goes.)- - - -A word we lust learned: Rubicon. Or, "point of no return." We juggle rubicons, hourly, fuckers.