Artist Profile: Justin Aerni

I have known Justin Aerni since high school.  I met him through my brother in our junior year and hit it off right away due to our mutual hate for everyone.  The first time I met him I invited him into the hot tub and tried to convince him I was gay.  I am pretty sure we both thought we would be dead by now, but as that naughty lil' Mother Gaia would have it, we are not.  And he is doing something productive with his life and creating a lot of art.

He was making art back then but not at the apocalypse-is-coming pace that he does now.  Just because he produces Andy-Warhol-style-quick doesn't mean that there is not an audience.  Last time I spoke with him he mentioned that he has collectors from as far away as Israel to as close as here in the US of A.  Not really sure where the hell Israel is, but I think Texas is still part of the US so I know some of my fellow countrymen are helping Justin's cause.    

goals

NOTE: I have turned this post into a page that can be found here.  Due to the morphing nature of goals, a separate page will be more conducive to organization than an oft-updated post.

It has come to my attention that goals are what aid people in making progress.  Last year I didn't have any and I did not make it very far.  The shining accomplishment of the year of two thousand and ten of Our Good Lord would be my acquisition of the power of chopsticks with my human survival coming a short second.  So my first goal on the one-way road to progress would be to make at least one goal.  Well wowzerz and holy moly stromboli because guess what and/or wtf is up?!  I just simultaneously created and met my first goal.  STFU and GTFO!  Nopes Snopes, I really did.

first postie, Posta

When I was working for a local school district there was a student named Posta.  This post is dedicated to her.  She was a young girl from the Congo who was really the only non Spanish speaker and the only black in the class and therefore was a natural outsider among the already outsiders.  At first there were a handful of problems because she thought everyone teamed up against her and this was only exacerbated by the fact that she had a very AD/HD-type personality.  After a couple of months the Spanish speakers all kind of settled in and just accepted the fact that she was a little crazy and she just accepted the fact that they were going to speak the only language they knew.

So really...enough with that.  This blog is called casi jubilado.  That means "almost retired" in Spanish.  I'm hoping with the money generated from AdSense on this mofo that I can be completely retired pretty soon.  Because, damn, Jeeves, my savings is running outs and I don't want to screw somebody by working for them for a very short period of time.