Author Archives: Lambchop

I Just Can’t Be Happy Today

So maybe my work is not on view at Pace Wildenstein and I can’t lounge in the tropics while the dust settles after a particularly torrid love affair. I try to see the lighter side.  At least my ears haven’t be necrotized by tainted cocaine. I had a lovely fourth.  A little beach time.  There [...]

Drive-by Pride

New York shouted a collective “hurray” for human rights and put on its best Sunday chaps. Of course, I feel personally responsible for making the whole thing come about. After all, we instituted F@g Day on June 14th. Then I gave $20 to a young man in the park collecting funds to bring about the [...]

Happy F@g Day!

Oh yes, I know it is FLAG Day, but where is the fun in that? We are not the least bit patriotic, at least not what passes for patriotism these days- the ability to consume one’s own weight in ground beef, drape a flag over everything, and pull a lever for the most lipless totalitarian [...]

Sooner or Later I’ll Turn These Times to Sound

With much fanfare and teased hair did we kickoff El Camino ArtRV with her inaugural exhibition, Last Chance Salon. It is hard to come back to earth after a show, especially a really good one. One awakes and finds that one has to still floss and locate a clean pair of underwear. Instead of gold [...]

Where Have All the Flowers Gone?

I am sure you are all tired of the Rapture, which did or didn’t happen. I guess it depends on how you feel about the state of your life. Morrissey is all well and good, but I know you are wondering about *me*. I can picture you now, hunched over your 3pm snack, licking salt [...]

I’ll Love You ‘Till the End of World

Signs and portents indeed abound. Why, it rained all week!  Then I saw 2 sixteen foot high inflatable rats on 21st St.  Why would a sixteen foot high inflatable rat even need to exist?  I don’t know, but let’s get two of ‘em! And as I ascended into the fog atop the Williamsburg bridge on my [...]

But the Difference it Made Was Grave

Rest ye wee little worries, for the Rapture will happen.  How could that crazy guy in the Port Authority Bus Terminal be wrong?  Just because his trousers double as a toilet, he may still have god’s ear.  But what if doomsday comes and goes, and no one notices?  I mean, what if it does not [...]

Not Everybody Wants to Go to Heaven

Only four more days until the Rapture and we are pretty stymied about what to do with the rest of the time.  To be sure, our “To Do” lists are as crammed and full of squiggles as ever.  But do I really need to rotate my wardrobe when there are only 4 days left of [...]

Illuminated Sausage

Once in a while someone stirs me from my vacuum of discontent to write me, mentioning something they read here. And I am reminded that I have a job to do! To inform the people that things are annoying and not arranged for our pleasure or convenience. Why should I suffer alone? To wit, I [...]

Heaven is (not) Real

Ever heard of Colton Burpo? If you can forget his unfortunate moniker, there is another reason to dislike the chubby little tyke. He had one of those near death hallucinations on the operating table. An extremely magical tale of white light and a visit with a miscarried sister (eww) which his minister father turned into [...]