Video Kingpins of Hades Or, No Mercy For Nonsense

Chapter 2

Something very evil had clutched the residence at 704 Howser Street. Something that hung over the little home like a black widow’s veil. Indeed, something hideous. Sure, it had happened before, but not in Astoria. This was spooky.

Inside the home, she could feel the presence of the evil force as it hovered over her. She could feel it. None of the appliances were working properly, the children had taken up the practice of walking through solid walls while chanting “Go Wisconsin!”, and sirens were piercing the air, their source unknown. This was most definitely frightening.

Actually, this evening was not unlike the previous few.

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Only too clearly came the images of the hamsters in the bathroom, and the sailors in the atticway. She also knew the house still reeked of cheap beer and nachos. The smell was overbearing.

Her mind reeled back a few days as she tried to recall the event that might have triggered all of this, but all she could remember was the fight she had with her husband after he replaced their conventional front door with a paper barrier.

As she thought of the incident, her husband, coincidentally, came crashing through the barrier. The tearing of the paper was loud enough that it could have been a truck driving through the door.

Next came THAT voice.

“Hey! I caught that ball!” He exclaimed.

Immediately she knew that Frostie’s Angels had lost the big ball game. Her husband kept babbling about the outcome of the final play, but when he settled down, he asked her where his supper was. She pointed to the recession of the ceiling/wall above the refrigerator. There he saw a drooping wad of spaghetti, clinging for its survival.

“What’d ya do dat fer?” He asked, pointing his finger at her. There was a brief pause.

“I think we got ghosts.” She said, erupting into tears.

“What have you been smokin’?” he retorted.

With those words, the kitchen floor began crackling and crumbling beneath him. Through the crevice that developed, a little green man burst onto the scene. Was this an alien visitor?

No. It was Gumby.

To be continued…

4 Tesems (bas) et 3 hyènes (haut), origine: tombeau de Ptah Hotep à Saqqara.

Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things PosterLook at this hip art show poll! I will be curating an as-yet-to-be-named art show going up September 7 at USF’s Centre Gallery. The special guest artists will be USF Masters of Fine Arts candidates, maybe, and maybe some other local and regional art stars too. The reason the show is lacking a name is because its title will be decided the democratic way: through your votes.

A manifesto detailing the curator’s philosophy and the inspiration for this cultural insurgency will be forthcoming, but for now I welcome your vote. Please feel free to post your suggestions for alternative names in the comments section, and thank you for participating. — Jean Carey

What should be the name of the mid-September show at USF's Centre Gallery?

  • Over Everything (82%, 9 Votes)
  • Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things (18%, 2 Votes)

Total Voters: 11

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Eastern Timberwolf (Canis lupus lycaon), picture taken in Schönbrunn Zoo, Vienna, Austria.Eastern Timberwolf (Canis lupus lycaon), picture taken in Schönbrunn Zoo, Vienna, Austria.

Pere Ubu by Dora Maar, 1936

Pere Ubu by Dora Maar, 1936

Authorship by Dora Maar gives this photograph authentic historic and even feminist credibility but I chose it because my main interest in art overall is the representation of animals. This is a very interesting view of a creature commonly seen in Florida (and all over), an armadillo (though this armadillo is of a different species than the nine-banded creatures who sadly cannot navigate traffic).
There is something primitive and otherwordly about armadillos and whatever Maar’s intent may have been in elevating such a seemingly lowly creature into this eerie portrait it is quite a lovely study. Since Maar was interested in primitivism, this seems apt.
With respect to technique, placing the pale, scaly armadillo against a grainy dark background removes it from a natural setting and allows for contemplation of the texture of its skin. The shadows on its chest accentuate its claws. There is no way to tell, framed in this manner, how big the armadillo is, whether he is, as Maar’s title suggests, “king” sized, or tiny like a fetus, which the armadillo also resembles.


Though Trent Reznor allegedly dislikes this video and will not perform “The Perfect Drug” live, here is further proof, as if any is needed, that this is one of Nine Inch Nails’s best efforts.


San Francisco Art Institute Suspends Animal Snuff Video Exhibit

Public forum scheduled for Monday, March 31st to open up dialogue

An installtion by Adel Abdessemed exhibit entitled “Don’t Trust Me” consisting of six televisions displaying video images of six different animals — a doe, a goat, a horse, an ox, a pig, and a sheep — being bludgeoned to death with a largesledgehammer has been removed by the San Francisco Art Institute (SFAI), the installation’s sponsor. For once I think this redaction, which can and will be called censorship, was correct. What do you think?

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