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Thursday, Aug. 19, 2010
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? Yeah yeah, as last week I was not able to whip out a full-blown essay for having to run to the doctor’s so’s to have a swatch of moss removed from my right pectoral, sprouted I figure due to the un-Lordly squishing humidity of late; so it is...
Art for Art's Sake
Thursday, Aug. 12, 2010
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, I don’t want to say we’ve had a tad way too much of the humidity ’round our neck of the woods day after day after day, but I got out of the shower just this morning to then gaze into the bathroom mirror and check my scalp for new...
Art for Art's Sake
Thursday, July 29, 2010
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, not much of an essay on the platter from me to you’s this week seeing as how it’s 10 minutes to deadline and I just now got back into town from being out of town, and by out of town I’m talking some 30-odd miles north of Hayward way up northwest there where me, Little Jimmy Iodine...
Art for Art's Sake
Thursday, July 15, 2010
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? Hey, nothing but good news here for you’s moms and pops with extra dough who wonder where the heck to stick your out-of-control katzenjammers for a while this summertime. Pay attention, your sanity may depend on it. There’s still a...
Art for Art's Sake
Thursday, July 8, 2010
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So, I’m near delirious about this Bangkokian heat and humidity this time we have in the Upper Midwest, about having had and having not, about the words of Harry Morgan—“One man alone ain’t got… no chance”—who got shot to the...
Art for Art's Sake
Thursday, July 1, 2010
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? Me, drizzled veteran of political wars waged ’round our vicinity, having mounted nearly several half-assed campaigns for all kind of elective offices over the years—senator, county sheriff, president, governor, mayor, commissioner of baseball, Tahitian overlord. I’m James Dean...
Art for Art's Sake
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, don’t have much to offer you’s this week in way of an essay, sorry to say. I’m pressed for time and I got to take off...
Art for Art's Sake
Friday, June 11, 2010
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, this happens to be the week of the day when I sit in my chair, wrap myself in solitude and pray to be warmed by a sentimental mood for reveries of memories that never die—our young man Mr. B, forever to be rejoiced and blessed in the...
Art for Art's Sake
Friday, May 28, 2010
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, sorry to say that I can’t exactly pony up a fully blown chock-packed jam-full essay for you’s this week on account that for starters, this recent spate of hot weather has me depressed, doleful and debilitated. For crying out loud...
Art for Art's Sake
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, here’s a little story my buddy Little Jimmy Iodine told me the other day that I think even the kids might enjoy: Pinocchio’s girlfriend says to him, “This sucks. Every time we make love I get splinters.”