Archive for the 'Art is my LIFE' Category

Tired tirade with jokey payoff

The spinster aunt is a science fiction fan with nothing to adore.
I’m all for tesseracting through the Omega Quadrant in a wisecracking talking ship (preferably one with a Holodeck), beaming down at warp speed to strange new worlds where no [one] has gone before, resisting even when it is futile, wearing silver spandex (or, if […]

Spinster aunt wipes tear from eye

Over this morning’s coffee I had the pleasure of reading about the arrest of a Nova Scotia groper. And by “pleasure” I mean “blechy feeling.”
Oh, this groper isn’t any different from all the other gropers I’ve read about during my long career of groper-blaming: young Doug Schrader flits about the countryside feeling up women and […]

Musical interlude with Nellie McKay

I was sitting around in my interior designer Ed’s studio yesterday. In willing compliance with my request to help me “funny up” the new Spinster HQ at El Rancho Deluxe, he was showing me pictures of some offbeat lamps for my office. One of these was a white plastic Venus de Milo bust that glows […]

A spinister aunt can have facets

Nobody knows why, but from time to time there wells up from deep within veteran blamer rootlesscosmo’s beneficient magma the urge to share with me the unexpected poetical fillip of eerie, plaintive pleasantness. Perhaps he has surmised that there’s more to a spinster aunt than a blog, a couple of nieces, and a bagful of […]

I sprained my ankle

I know, I know, who gives a tub of Cool Whip about anyone’s orthopedic problems? But you should give a tub of Cool Whip about this orthopedic problem, because had I not spent the afternoon immobilized with an ice pack and a laptop in my lime green recliner, I might never have found this incredible […]

She couldn’t just sign it “R. Mutt” and call it a day?

Like you never saw this coming:
Yale will put the kibosh on Aliza Shvarts’ blood-cube at the big Art Show unless the Diva Cup diva
submits a clear and unambiguous written statement that her installation is a work of fiction: that she did not try to inseminate herself and induce miscarriages, and that no human blood will […]

Miscarriage art cube provokes “outcry”

Art student Aliza Shvarts’ unholy, cavalier attitude toward the sanctity of the human blastocyst has squanked out the Yale undergraduate art department.
To obtain materials for her senior art project — a cube encased in plastic and blood onto which video is projected — Shvarts, over a period of nine months, inseminated herself “as often as […]




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