The Tree Falls: An Intrinsically Good Cocktail & a Damn Good Art Essay

It's a sad fact that some art galleries depend upon a rich clientele to keep going. It's also a fact that other galleries charge their artists a membership fee to stay afloat (some in the neighborhood of $10,000), while still others declare a non-profit status, and depend upon grants and charitable donations to keep their doors open. And this begs two important questions: "Where is the public in all of this?" and "For whom, after all, is art made?" In those moments of wishful thinking, does the artist see her work out there in the world for all to see (regardless of bank account)? Does she see art itself as something sacred, both the process and the result; that it can both soothe and outra

Summer Fling: A Casual Cocktail to Get You Through The Existential Dread ’Til Fall

“Love’s a sucker’s bet.” —Sky Jack Morgan, Las Vegas “Dating is heinous.” —Kevin Kunundrum “The oldest myth running—love. A fiction created by people to keep them from jumping out of windows.” —Gordon Gekko, Wall Street If you’re single in the 21st Century, there comes a point when you think it must’ve been easier for the Allies to plan the Normandy Invasion, than it is for two people to meet for coffee this Friday afternoon. And if you do somehow make it to the same place at the same time and sit opposite each other behind your coffee of choice (me: Double Espresso. her: Decaf Soy Latte with Caramel Drizzle… Eww!), you realize that instead of a date (in the sense of two people meeting to

PC FU CK U: A Drink to Celebrate the Politically-Incorrect & the First Fucking Amendment

When the term “political correctness” appeared on the American landscape in the 1980s, it addressed an endemic societal problem: discrimination. A whiff of the radicalized 1960s still in the air, it seemed logical, just, and, well, politically correct, to right these wrongs inflicted by language and the very words we use. After all, words have power. Which is why Negro became the N-word became Negro again became Colored became Black became African-American. Which reminds me of the well-meaning-yet-clueless white American tourist on vacation in Nairobi. He turns to his wife and exclaims, “Boy, look at all the African-Americans!” Yes, words do have power. A single utterance by our very own Pr

Hemingway Beats Up Nicholas Sparks With One Hand Tied Behind His Back

"Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?"
 —Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair “Philosophy at times is the only thing viable, in a world hellbent on chaos and disintegration.” —Kevin Kunundrum “Art is long, and life so short.” —Goethe, Faust It’s no secret, my unabashed, some might say pathological disdain and contempt for the so-called “writer” by the ridiculously silly name of Nicholas Sparks. And yes, he can take any abuse I dish out. After all, he has like 40 million in the bank, thanks to a steady, vomitous outpouring of dubious bestsellers-made-into-movies, which seems to be incontrovertible proof

Retro Cocktail for June: Grasshopper

Obviously, this month’s RETRO COCKTAIL, the “Grasshopper”, stands out because of its distinctive green color (accentuated with the addition of a sprig of fresh mint as a garnish). So, regardless of its taste, it adds some scintillating vibrancy to your cocktails’ often staid, monochromatic color palate. The “Grasshopper” was invented a hundred years ago by Philibert Guichet, the then new owner of Tujague’s in the French Quarter of New Orleans. Legend holds that Guichet won Second Prize in New York City in a cocktail competition for his beautifully green, happy and sweet after-dinner drink called the “Grasshopper”. Since then, it has been the go-to of old ladies and teen-agers and anyone who

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