The Antagonist

2012-01-26T11:51:00.001-05:00

2011-12-07T19:56:00.000-05:00

2011-12-07T19:55:00.000-05:00

Barstool Prophets Book Launch Party - Don't Miss This One

2011-10-22T18:23:00.001-04:00

Book available for pre-sale orders on Amazon.com.

WORLD PREMIER - THE DOLLS OF LISBON

2011-10-05T16:32:00.008-04:00

Purchase your tickets early by clicking here!

Check out the Film Trailer

The Dolls Of Lisbon : movie trailer 1 from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

73 min film

“The Dolls of Lisbon” is New York City’s Antagonist Art Movement’s
latest exploit inspired by the Zapatista Dolls of Mexico, a souvenir
that travelled the world symbolizing a little known rebellion. The
Antagonists take aim at the legacy of Andy Warhol’s over
commercialization and commodification of art. Like the Zapatista
Movement our Dolls are a symbol of resistance, here to wage war
against mass production and to give a voice to those who walk a unique
and sometimes arduous path.

This film re-examines the notion of the struggling artist, and
initiates a cultural exchange among artists from The United States,
Ecuador, Portugal, and fellow Antagonist Artists across Europe.

Driven by a vital underground soundtrack, Super 8mm film and stop
motion animation, “The Dolls of Lisbon” explores art and all its
existential struggles on and off the canvas.

Show - September 22 - BAD HABITS

2011-09-22T16:16:00.002-04:00

TilGold+Pvonk@Niagara-NYC

2011-08-31T10:53:00.000-04:00

TilGold+PvonK@NIAGARA NYC from PvonK on Vimeo.

Kickstarter Campaign - The Dolls of Lisbon - The Film - Please Help

2011-05-19T13:42:00.001-04:00

The Dolls Of Lisbon : movie trailer 1 by Ethan H. Minsker

2011-04-14T15:31:00.000-04:00

The Dolls Of Lisbon : movie trailer 1 from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Barstool Prophets: Book Trailer

2011-04-03T21:00:00.000-04:00

Rich Boy Cries for Momma: Book Trailer

2011-04-03T20:57:00.000-04:00

Outtakes: The Dolls Of Lisbon

2011-03-18T11:28:00.000-04:00

Outtakes: The Dolls Os Lisbon. from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Outtakes "The Dolls of Lisbon" more of the artists talking about art and their work

2011-03-18T11:26:00.000-04:00

The Antagonist Art Movement - For Dummies

2011-03-15T11:23:00.000-04:00

Outtake "The Dolls of Lisbon"- South American artists talk about their dolls

2011-03-15T11:22:00.000-04:00

Ethan Minsker's KickStarter Project - Self-Publishing Barstool Prophets

2011-03-10T19:56:00.008-05:00

Check out Ethan's latest project - self-publishing his new book Barstool Prophets - on Kickstarter.

Outtakes-The Dolls Of Lisbon: Walking the Streets of Lisbon

2011-03-08T11:55:00.000-05:00

Outtakes The Dolls Of Lisbon: Talking About Dolls

2011-03-08T11:53:00.000-05:00

Art Show at the Antagonist Gallery - March 3, 2011

2011-03-06T13:35:00.000-05:00

Behind the scenes of the 2011 Armory Art Fair by Ethan Minsker

2011-03-03T20:04:00.001-05:00

CURE-ATED: Fighting against aids. Creating social awareness by Ethan H. Minsker

2011-03-03T20:02:00.000-05:00

CURE-ATED: Fighting against aids. Creating social awareness from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Outtakes:Adventures in Crispy Land by Ethan H. Minsker

2011-03-02T15:40:00.000-05:00

Outtakes:Adventures in Crispy Land from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Hospitals Make Me Sick - Outtake from Bar Stool Prophets, a new book by Ethan H. Minsker

2011-02-21T13:07:00.001-05:00

Hospitals make me sick. Always have. The moment I walked through the door at Children’s, I felt nauseous. Down the hall I could see into the rooms. A boy in bed, with his mother sitting next to him, looked up at me and smiled. The Polaroids and artwork tacked up on the bulletin board were that of the kids. I wondered how many were alive, and if they took down the picture of the kids who died.
“She gets tired so don’t be surprised if she nods out,” said Sister. “They have her on a lot of drugs.”
She pressed a button on the wall and the doors to the Intensive Care Unit swung open. Colin was there, as if he had been waiting. He ran up to me. He had a smile on his face. He was comfortable in hospitals. Maybe he was too young to know any better. More likely, he was so used to being in hospitals with Nicole that he didn’t know this was the last trip. I held my arm up to his, noting the difference in skin tone. It was a game we’d played many times. His skin was the color of Bailey’s Irish Cream. It was the perfect mix of my soft pink and his mother’s dark skin, the color of baking chocolate.
“Mom got me a Blaster,” Colin said, eyes wide.
“What’s a Blaster?” I asked.
He opened his hand and showed me the plastic spinning top. “Want to play?”
“Sure.”
Sister went into Nicole’s room and sat at her bedside. Nicole waved at me through the open door and smiled. She didn’t look that bad. The room was bright. Sun spilled in through the large closed windows. She was surrounded by machines that looked like an audience of robots.
Colin threaded a plastic strip into the side of his top then yanked it out. The top jumped off its base and landed spinning on the floor.
“You can use my old one,” he said. “It’s not as good as my new one so you’ll lose.”
“We’ll see about that,” I said.
The two tops danced a circle around each other like binary stars. Then Colin’s top crashed into mine, sending it over. “I win!” he yelled. We picked them up and played again. He was right. I lost every time.
“When Mom gets out of here, she’s going to take me to get another Blaster,” he said.
A little while later, Sister came out and took over playing with Colin while I went in to see Nicole.
“How are you feeling?” she asked me.
“Um, fine, I guess,” I said. “And you?”
“They got me on some very nice drugs,” she wheezed. When she moved, I could see an open cut in her side. Sister had explained how the doctors needed to keep her side accessible so they could periodically go in to scrape the phlegm from her lungs. Nicole’s lungs were so badly scarred from years of the cystic fibrous that they had become tough and hard when they should have been soft. She was drowning, and no one could save her.
Nicole glanced to the far side of the room. A video camera was lying on the side table. “Your sister read an article about helping children deal with the death of a parent. She wants you to videotape me.”
I didn’t say anything for a minute, searching for some kind of reassurance in Nicole’s face. She was studying my face for the same thing.
“I can do that,” I said finally. “When do you want to do it?”
“Whenever you want,” she said.
I picked up the camera, turned on the power button and gazed through the viewfinder. I zoomed in. Her skin looked mealy and her pours were clogged. She exhaled slowly through her nostrils. She looked old, like she had lived a full life already. Time meant nothing to her anymore. “How about now?”
I zoomed out and brought the camera close so her voice could be heard over all the beeping of machines in the room. Then she inhaled and began.
“I just want him to know that—”
“This is for him. For Colin. Talk to the camera or to me as if you were talking to Colin.”
“Okay,” she said. “Colin, I just want you to know that I love you very much. You made my life important, and I would never have lasted this long without you. Since the day you were born, I have loved you.”
She stopped, took in some air, and searched for what next to say.
“Talk about when he was born,” I told her.
She looked right into the lens, and even though she was weak I could feel her power, her life. “You were so small. Just a little thing… A little bigger than my hand, but not by much. The first time you looked at me, I noticed your eyes. They were so beautiful. When I have a hard time sleeping, I think of your eyes looking up at me.”
“What would you tell him about girls?”
“Watch out.” There was a flicker of anger in her eyes. “Be careful who you let yourself fall in love with. Love can be a dangerous thing.”
“What if he is having a really bad day?”
“Colin, you’re going to have some bad days. Days where you think they couldn’t get any worse. You have to remember that the next day will be the slightest bit better, and same for the day after. It will go on like that until you’re okay. Just think about making it to the next day.”
Sister walked back in the room with Colin right behind her. He bounced from foot to foot.
“We’ll finish this later,” I said and put the camera down.
Sister looked at me and said in a low voice, “Can you watch Colin? I need to go over some papers with Nicole.”
On our way home, we passed the road where Nicole grew up and then turned onto the Rock Creek Parkway. The road wound through the forest-covered valley. I watched Sister.
“They can’t do anything for her unless she gets a lung transplant,” she said. “But that’s unlikely. They put her low on the list, because of her depression.”
“Depression? What do they expect? She’s been told her whole life that she is going to die. Isn’t she allowed to be a little depressed?”
“Nicole’s father doesn’t believe she’s going to die and hasn’t made any plans in case she does. Nicole is the same way. If she dies, Colin will go to his natural father.”
“But he doesn’t want him,” I said. “Colin doesn’t even know him.”
“Well, that’s the law. So I’m trying to get her to sign guardianship over to her father. He’s old and has diabetes, so I’m next on the list.”
“What if he dies? You going to adopt Colin?”
“Yeah,” she answered vaguely.

The next day, we finished recording the video, and I caught a train back to New York. As the train raced past the fields of South Jersey, I thought about Nicole’s strength. Where did it come from? She wasn’t religious. If I was in the bed with all those tubes coming out of me, I would’ve been scared. She probably was too. But she didn’t show it. She had known she was going to die young since the beginning. I remembered her having problems breathing back when we were kids. We all made our own peace with the fact that she was going to die. Then she had Colin. That changed everything. She suddenly needed to live. She needed to live for Colin.
A month later, on Christmas day, Sister called. I had decided to stay in New York for the holidays, hoping to pick up some extra shifts.
“She became very weak and wasn’t able to breath on her own,” Sister said. “They induced a coma. She got worse. Her father didn’t want to let her go. I talked him into it so she could go in her sleep. He finally said yes. The hospital didn’t have a living will for her, so they had to revive her and let the drugs wear off to ask her if they could let her die.”
I couldn’t tell if Sister was sad. I watched her and Nicole grow up together and I watched them both turn into women. It was a beautiful thing, their friendship. They were like family. I remembered Nicole calming me down after fights with Sister, saying, “You don’t know how lucky you are to have her as your sister. She loves you. Just remember that.”
“The funeral will be next week,” Sister continued, “but I know you don’t do well at funerals, so don’t worry about coming.”
I fed Darby. She walked over to me and dropped her head in my lap. I wanted to cry, but not in the apartment, not in front of Finn and Orlando. I latched the collar around Darby’s neck. I grabbed my CD player. “Feeling Good” by Nina Simone came on. Usually it cheered me up, with its complete hopefulness. It’s a new day…It’s a new dawn…It’s a new life. This time it made me sad.
Outside, snow was falling. The whiteness covered the grey of the city. As I walked, I kicked the snow. Darby tried to eat it. The tears on my face were cold. It was 5:30 am and the city slept. The streets were ours. I took Darby’s leash off and let her run freely. Standing in the middle of Avenue A, I made snowballs and threw them as far as I could so Darby could chase them. The snowball exploded when they landed so she couldn’t find them. She bit and ate the snow around the landing area. After a few minutes, her tongue lolled out of her mouth. The steam from her breath drifted aimlessly in the air.

2011-02-21T12:50:00.000-05:00

2011-02-21T11:04:00.000-05:00

James Rubio is late, again. Outtakes: The Dolls Os Lisbon. from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

2011-02-21T11:03:00.000-05:00

The Dolls Of Lisbon: Outtakes 10 from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

2011-02-21T11:02:00.000-05:00

Andre Cunha part 2: Outtakes "The Dolls Of Lisbon" from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Bed Bath and Beyond Stupid

2011-02-20T12:05:00.000-05:00

I have a ringing in my ears from too much loud Rock n Roll. When I go to sleep I always have a fan on to drown out the noise in my ears as well as my noisy neighbors and the NYC street noise. My current fan is on it's way out. It makes a screeching sound and will wake me up in the middle of the night. I woke up today and decided I needed a new fan. I planned to replace my current $40 Vornado 3 speed fan with the exact same model.

I went to Bed Bath and Beyond in Tribeca. I like to walk around stores and search for things rather than ask an employee and get the wrong answer. I only ask when I am desperate and cannot find what I am looking for. Sometimes other things one needs (but has forgotton about) can be found just taking a stroll through a shop. After about 20 minutes of not finding any fans I decided to ask an employee. The employee was in her early 20's and had a walkie talkie so I figured she had half a brain and with skepticism I asked her where the fans were. She replied "Online only this time of year." I said " Oh, I get it, it's winter time so the fans are not in the store but online only?" She said "yes, only online." I said "if I told you exactly what I wanted would you be able to find it in the back room?" She said "No, we send them all back to the warehouse....you can find a fan online though." I said "DO ANY OF THE BED, BATH, AND BEYOND STORES IN MANHATTAN HAVE FANS FOR SALE ON THE SELLING FLOOR?" She said "No, they are all online". I thanked her and left.

I had a feeling she was INCORRECT about the other Bed Bath and Beyonds not having fans. I know because I worked at the Virgin Megastore in Union Square for 11 years and none of us knew what the fuck we had in stock and what the fuck we did not have in stock. (Especially the people I worked with).

I made my way to the subway thinking " I am going to the Bed Bath and Beyond in Chelsea to buy a fan".

I arrived at the Chelsea store and took a long walk around the store looking for fans. I FOUND THE FANS!! THAT'S RIGHT....I FOUND THE GODDAMN FUCKING FANS that the employee from the Tribeca store claimed were not available in stores but only online. I politely complained to a manager. I politely complained to another manager. And then I politely complained to another manager.

Why are people so fucking stupid? Why are people so misinformed? Why do people say shit that is not true? If that Tribeca employee did not know the answer she should have told me she did not know rather than the blanket statement that ALL MANHATTAN BED BATH AND BEYONDS DO NOT HAVE FANS ON THE FLOOR FOR SALE IN THE WINTER TIME.

You can't count on someone in retail. If they say "OUT OF STOCK" or "NOT THIS TIME OF YEAR" just keep looking ....I am sure you will find what you need.

Brother Mike Cohen February 16, 2011 NYC 5:59pm

2011-02-20T09:48:00.000-05:00

2011-02-15T13:23:00.000-05:00

The Wheat-paste gallery Lisbon from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Andre Cunha: Outtakes 4 from "The Dolls Of Lisbon" by Ethan H. Minsker

2011-02-09T18:28:00.001-05:00

Andre Cunha: Outtakes 4 from "The Dolls Of Lisbon" from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

"The Dolls Of Lisbon" Outtakes-the set up by Ethan H. Minsker

2011-02-09T18:26:00.000-05:00

"The Dolls Of Lisbon" Outtakes-the set up from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Outtakes 2 "Dolls Of Lisbon"

2011-02-09T18:25:00.000-05:00

Outtakes from the film "The Dolls Of Lisbon"

2011-02-09T18:24:00.001-05:00

Book Trailer - Rich Boy Cries for Momma by Ethan H. Minsker

2011-02-07T13:31:00.001-05:00

Video Letter to Carlos

2011-02-05T17:41:00.001-05:00

Video letter to Carlos from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Fidel Évora

2011-02-04T13:29:00.000-05:00

Artist Profile: Fidel Évora from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Richard Allen Story - Lisbon

2011-01-30T13:57:00.000-05:00

3 Artists From Lisbon

2011-01-30T13:39:00.001-05:00

3 artists from Lisbon, Portugal from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Better Better Worse

2011-01-27T16:03:00.000-05:00

Artist profile: Tiago Tagas Martins

2011-01-27T15:57:00.001-05:00

Artist profile: Tiago Tagas Martins from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Hard Times and Nursery Rhymes

2011-01-12T17:45:00.003-05:00

Today is one of my days off from work. I love having week days off from work because I can always "get shit done" without the fucking weekend crowds. I just made my second trip of the week to Target in Brooklyn ( at the Atlantic/Pacific station). Not only do I like the PRICES of Target but I also enjoy the FLOOR SHOW!! I love the contrast of the Hasids and the Blacks shopping together. It is also one place where both groups seem to get along. ( I enjoy seeing people get along as much as I like to pet a dog I have never pet before). When the Hasidic children want candy, the mom with the 5 dollar wig usually says "it's not Kosher." When the Black children want candy, the mom says " we already got candy, relax yourself..!!" I LOVE TARGET!

Target early in the day is the time to go. Today I arrived at Target around 1pm and left at 2pm. I purchased Market Pantry "ultra weight loss shake" ( the generic slim fast to help me control my fatness) ; 3 bottles of Poland Spring Lime Sparkling water ( for Anne - whats wrong with tap water I like to ask......) ; Crest baking soda toothpaste 2 pack ; Huggie's natural care baby wipes ( my friend Scott says you are not clean unless you use baby wipes) ; white cheddar popcorn seasoning (don't tell my Anne I am buying processed food to put on processed food because I am supposed to eat fruits and vegetables and not popcorn with popcorn seasoning) ; a violet button down 100 percent oxford shirt- hard to find 100 percent cotton oxford shirts and Macy's and Bloomingdales are total fucking rip-offs ) and a box of Little Debbie Nutty Bars!( please don't tell Anne I am eating processed food like Nutty Bars because I should be in the gym getting rid of my "spare tire" and eating carrots and oranges).

While shopping at Target I noticed the new Social Distortion cd "Hard Times and Nursery Crimes" on the shelf for $9.99. I thought to myself "wow, I don't think this comes out till January 18". The staff at Target is pretty fucking stupid. If you ask them for an HDMI cable to connect your blu ray player to your T.V. a confused retarded deer in the headlights look comes over their face - but if you ask where the POTATO CHIPS are located they will walk you over to the section and make recommendations. Mm Hmm.

I threw the new Social Distortion cd into my basket. When I got to the checkout the cashier tried to scan the cd and it wouldn't scan. She asked "Did you find this on the shelves?" I wanted to say "NO, I PURCHASED IT AT ANOTHER STORE AND BROUGHT IT IN HERE TO PURCHASE AGAIN YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!!!!!!" I said "yes, I found it on the shelves." She said I had to come back on January 18th to purchase the cd. ( but reminded me they had 32 different types of potato chips on the shelves...just kidding).

As I left target I texted my friend Harry and told him Target would not let me purchase the new Social Distortion cd. Fifteen minutes later Harry texted me back and said " I JUST DOWNLOADED THE NEW SOCIAL DISTORTION CD FREE FROM THE INTERNET!!!!" I like Harry. I l like the internet. I like Target . (most of the time)

-Brother Mike Cohen

New Years Resolutions Part 2!

2011-01-08T15:05:00.001-05:00

When in the middle of my work shift one of my mexican co workers says to me " EGG SALSA SANDJO INNA ATIUM" and I say "WHAT?" and he says " EGGS SALA DANJO TUNA ATTTUM" and I say "WHAT??" and he says " EGGLO SALLY INNA ALIEN" and I say EGG SALAD SANDWICH IN THE ATM ??? and he points to the back of the resturante I will not lose my patiene nor my temper and realize he is trying to say "TABLE 6 NEEDS A CHECK"!!!!!

When I have my daily snack at my job which includes a banana, low fat yogurt, and a luna bar - which is all the daily nutrition that a woman needs- I will not hide in the back room because I am embarrised that I am eating a LUNA bar( all the daily nutrion that a woman needs) I will proudly eat in front of the customers and the staff and show off my LUNA bar and tell everyone that is giving me funny looks that a LUNA BAR IS ALL THE NUTRITION THAT A WOMAN NEEDS AND THAT IS HOW I GET MY DAILY NUTRITION and be proud.

when my work shift is over and i look at my phone and check my messages and see that my doctor, DR WOO, has left a message I will not think out loud OH SANK YOU FOR CALLING ME DR WOO, WILL COME FOR APPOINTMENT AND BRING NICE BIG BOWL OF CHOP SUEY FOR YOU ......DR WOO!!! because Dr Woo was born in the United States and does not speak like that and my friend Harry told me that is politically incorrect!!!!

As the evening comes to an end and I have just finished watching a net flix with Anne and I INSIST on mailing the net flix at the mail box that picks up mail at 7am the next day so we can get another movie as soon as possible I will not secretly make a trip to the brand new 7-11 that just opened between her apartment and the mail box and get the special TWO SLICES OF CHEESE PIZZA FOR $2.22 plus tax AND a microwave-able bean + cheese burrito that I will make in the 7-11 mircowave and chow it all down before I return to anne's place because I already had dinner 2 hours earlier and need to eat heathier and lose weight!!!!!

Before I go to sleep and look at facebook one more time and see that one of my college friends is getting married and read all the congratulatory comments I will not add " I AM STILL A HOMOSEXUAL. MEN MEN MEN!!!!!"

These are my new years resolutions......for 2012 !!

-Brother Mike Cohen

Out Takes - Bar Stool Prophets by Ethan H. Minsker

2011-01-06T22:08:00.003-05:00

DOING SNOW ANGELS IN THE DOG PISS: JANUARY 1998

A month more of winter and it would be done said the news, but standing outside at 1 a.m. in the cold I couldn’t see the end. The street lamps glowed with a soft halo as the snow fell. Avenue A was devoid of people and cars. The blizzard kept most people hunkered down at home. It was quiet except for the occasional plow and the snow crunching under my feet. I just wanted to see the snow and had no direction in mind. I owned the street and walked down its middle for a few blocks, then was forced onto the sidewalk when a plow passed. Scooping snow off the top of a parked car, I made a snowball, packed it tight, shaved down the bumpy spots. A figure made its way towards me, the jacket hood of their jacket was up and filled with a giant head.

“Hey,” the figure said.

I peered into the eyes and recognized Cinda. “What’s up, Big Head?” I said.

We had stopped hanging out when I started working at the bars. I had the impression that she thought I was better than her, cooler, or that she thought I thought so.

“Don’t fucking call me that!” she said, hitting me hard on the arm. “Some guys are following me saying fucked up things.”

“Where?” I looked around but saw nothing and added, “What did they say?”

“You know, like ‘Come back with us, baby, and we’ll keep you warm.’”

“How can they even tell you’re a girl?”

“I don’t think they care.”

I looked again. There were three of them. An orange knit hat peeked out from under the hood of the largest one. He mumbled something as they passed.

I took the snowball and hit the largest one in the center of his back. I wanted to hit him in the head, right on the orange knit hat, but my aim wasn’t that good. He turned and came back. It took a moment before his friends knew he wasn’t walking with them.

“Hey, what’s your fucking problem?” He was European, maybe German.

“Why, are you guys giving her a hard time?” I asked. “There are three of you, and just one of her?”

“Fuck you, man!” He gave me a shove.

The two friends came and tried to pull him away. I grabbed my brass knuckles, and when the big one lunged for me, I punched him in his chest. His arms crashed to his side. He stepped back rubbing the spot. “Let’s go,” he said to his friends and they took off.

Cinda looked at me. Her lips stretched into a stringy smile. “Thanks.”

“I didn’t think it would turn into a fight,” I said and wiped the sweat that had formed on my forehead. “Well, maybe a snowball fight. I haven’t seen you in such a long time, you should come by the bar.”

“I’m not going to that bar,” she said snarling.

“Why?”

“It’s a hipster bar.”

“Not on the weekends. Then it’s bridge-and-tunnel. The weekdays are for the locals.”

“Yeah well, I’m not cool enough to hang out there.” Cinda was a constant curmudgeon.

“Don’t you want to see Orlando?”

“Why? You ruined him,” she hissed.

“What does that mean?”

“He used to be nice and polite. Now he’s a rude coke-head.”

“I have nothing to do with that.”

“You’re the one who started taking him to bars when he should have been staying in high school.”

I had nothing to do with his drug habits and wasn’t going to take the burden. I had already gone through the guilt and surmised that if he was susceptible to coke it didn’t matter the environment. In New York City at some point he would encounter it and it was up to him to say no. “What else have you been up too?”

“Art school. I have to finish one more class.”

“You should have been done long ago.”

“I got into a fight with one of my teachers.”

“A fistfight?”

“Yeah.”

“What happened?”

“I had to switch schools. I go to Parsons now.”

“Why did you get into the fight?”

“I didn’t like what she said about my art. She was a stupid cunt and would always give me shit so I couldn’t take it anymore. I slapped her good.”

As we said our goodbyes I realized it was best that she didn’t want to come to the bar. I didn’t need any help getting into fights.

***

A week later I was in the Z Bar having a soda when a tall man sat next to me. An orange knit hat was tucked in his jacket pocket. He had a wide-open face with sandy hair. The German.

“It was you who hit me with the snowball?” he said.

I looked at him and smiled. I knew everyone in the bar, and he didn’t. “Yep.”

With a goofy smile, he said, “You punch very hard.” He took a sip of beer.

“I had on these.” I pulled the brass knuckles from my pocket and dropped them on the bar in front of him.

“They work well. I need some of those.”

“You can get them in Chinatown if you look around.”

“Hey, thanks… No hard feelings,” he said and held his hand out.

We shook.

New Years Resolutions for 2011 (PART ONE)

2011-01-06T14:10:00.000-05:00

These are my new years resolution for 2011.

When I wake up in the morning I will no longer say "CMERE SWEETIE, CMERE LITTLE SWEETIE PIE" because my cat died a month ago and I like to pretend she is still alive by calling her "CMERE LITTLE PUSSY CAT COME UP ON THE BED!!!!" Someone accused me of liking animals more than humans...SO ? whats the problem.

After I chug my ice coffee and take my first shit of the day, I will not look up to the heavens and say THANK GOD THANK CHRIST THANK GOD THANK CHRIST because maybe there really is a god or a christ and they have a secret nanny cam in my apartment and they are watching me and when I die I could be in a shitload of trouble but not necessarily because I am IN FACT thanking them for letting me take a really wonderful shit and not making fun of them unless of course they ( the gods) are not happy that they only time they pop in my mind is when my pants are down and I am sitting on the can.

I also ask for Gods help when playing Scrabble with Anne...when she scores 78 points by adding an S to my Q word I tend to look up to the heavens and exclaim GOD HELP ME...GOD HELP ME!!! Not sure I believe in God but if I die and there is a god I want to be in good standing. My sister told me there is no god because why did he let all of our people die in the holocaust? I said "I went to summer camp with OUR PEOPLE and have an idea about why god let OUR people die in the holocost"

Oh year, no more jew bashing in the coming year. I love the jewish people - especially when they send thier hamburger back to the cook at the restaurante where I work - THIS IS NOT MEDIUM WELL !!!!

As I exit my east village apartment and head towards the train to make my way to work in Park Slope, I will not cover my mouth and shout things out like I NEED A BIG BLACK DICK IN MY MOUTH ...I NEED A BIG BLACK COCK IN MY ASS...MEN MEN MEN...SPORTS AND MEN...DINNER...BLACK COCK......I will simply walk to the train and enjoy the fresh air and the sunshine.

While I am waiting for the train and observe the teenagers with the baggy pants I will not think horrible things about the silly teens like " I hope you trip over your baggy pants and get hit by the fucking train you fucking idiots!!!" When I was a teenager and did my stupid fashion statements, I was still dressed and ready to run from the law if need be. I dont know how todays baggy pants teens can run from the law when their pants our slowing them down.

When I am exiting the train and people waiting to get on the train are in my way I will not say to them WHAT THE FUCK? JUST WANNA EXIT...JUST WANNA EXIT....WHAT THE FUCK????

When I get off the train in Brooklyn I will not wait around at the platform for everyone to exit so I can reach into my tote bag and pull out the white stickers with black sharpie writing that I have made that have a cartoon bubble with MM HMM and NOW LOOKUM HERE written on the stickers and put them on the advertisements with African Americans so it looks as if the African Americans are saying MM HMM or NOW LOOKUM HERE because my friend Harry tells me there are cameres in the subways and I could get into trouble. Mm hmm.

As I make the short walk from the train to my job and I see strange dogs on the street I will not look at the dogs, raise my index finger , and say " HI SWEETIE!!!! HI LITTLE HONEY PIE!! WHO'S A GOOD DOG?? WHO IS A GOOD PROUD DOG?? I LIKE DOGS!!!"

Once I begin my work shift ( as a waiter at my friends restaurante) and some pain in the ass customer whom I just served a glass of water to as they sat down asks for A LEMON for their water I will not say "OH , SOMETHING FREE IN SOMETHING FREE" because good customer service is our goal.

When a pain in the ass jew talking on their cell phone enters the restaurante I will not speak in code to my friend and say "DID I EVER TELL YOU ABOUT SUMMER CAMP? which is code for a pain in the ass jew on a cell phone just walked in because I work for tips and I am trying to be kind to the jews in the forthcoming year...

When a table of 6 medical students want to split their check with 4 credit cards and use a bit of cash I will not say "FUCK YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES....I HAVE ENOUGH SHIT TO DO WITHOUT DOING THE FUCKING MATH TO SPLIT 4 CREDIT CARDS WITH SOME CASH...I HAVE AN IDEA, WHY DONT ONE OF YOU LITTLE DOUCHBAGS PAY FOR IT AND HAVE YOUR STUPID LITTLE FRIENDS GIVE YOU CASH? OH THATS RIGHT YOU DONT HAVE CASH BECAUSE YOU LIKE TO RACK UP DEBT...DONT COME BACK FUCK FACES!!!!"

-Brother Mike Cohen

My Ears Still Ringin'

2011-01-02T11:02:00.001-05:00

My ears still ringing from Prince show last night at the Garden (even though I had my ear plugs in the whole time)- what are you gonna do? Currently I am listening to the Grateful Dead "Greatest Oakland Show Ever 12-28-79" on the Ipod dock. I know a lot of you "tough New Yorkers" hate the dead but thats okay because I don't like Interpol nor the New York Yankees. ( men and sports, etc.)

It is that once a month time again...SUNDAY JANUARY 2, 20011....we are going to have another reading/spoken word event at Black and White Bar located on East 10th Street between 3rd and 4th Ave in the East Village on NYC. Black and White is also know as the "86 ANTI-SOCIAL CLUB but keep that on the down low. Speaking of "down low"..........

I used to usher at a theatre in Buffalo called the Shea's Buffalo when I was a teenager. It was volunteer work but we used to see all the shows for free. ( U-2 on the War tour, Yul Brenner in "The King and I", Frank Zappa, etc.) One night I was working the Kool and the Gang show and it was the first time I was at an African Amercian concert. There was an African American patron at the show who called himself "PAY LOW" because, as he said, " I don't make a lot of money". Pay Low kept telling me that he was gonna get us backstage to the VIP room when the show was over. He never got me to the VIP room. Another patron put his arm around me and asked where the bathroom was. He also lifted my Sheas Buffalo usher tag with my name on it thinking it would get him somewhere special. I didn't realize my usher tag had been lifted for about 30 minutes. I miss Buffalo. Kool and the Gang were fucking great.

Fahrenheit at Black and White is also fucking great. You get 5 minutes to tell a story, jokes, poetry, song, etc.

Start time is 8pm and it ends at 10pm. We had a great reading last month with a great crowd and we hope all you swingin' dicks return. It is not always a "sausage factory" and we have lots of female readers. We encourage homosexuals to come and read and tell us their dirty secrets. ( MEN MEN MEN!!! nudge nudge wink wink)

See you SUNDAY JANUARY 2, 2010 at BLACK + WHITE bar located on East 10th St between 3rd and 4th Avenue in the East Village of NYC.
8:00pm - 10:00pm...loosely brought to you by the Antagonist Movement.

My pal Lach told me to "BCC" my email this time....I am new to this and going to attempt. Men.

Sent from my new Mac Book Pro...Brother Mike "the sunshine bores the daylights out of me"

Brother Mike Cohen
12.30.2010, NYC

Short Changed at the Bowery Ballroom

2010-12-15T00:49:00.000-05:00

On Saturday December 11 I went to the Bowery Ballroom to see Jesse Malin perform. I was on the main level (where the stage is) standing next to the bar in the back of the room. There was a female blonde bartender with a "fashionable pageboy haircut" serving drinks. I ordered a $5 Budweiser and gave her a twenty dollar bill. She gave me 5 singles back. I called her over and said " I gave you a twenty"....she nodded and then I said " and this is the change you gave me" ( as I showed her my 5 singles). She opened the register and said " You gave me a ten." I said " Okay, I'm sorry" and left her a dollar tip. I am 99% sure that I gave her a 20 dollar bill. I don't think that the fact that she opened the register and looked in really meant anything.( She was doing multiple transactions while mine was taking place.) I did not want to start trouble and ask for the manager because it was her word against mine. ( I assumed that the Bowery Ballroom would have taken the bartender's side over the customer's .) Should I mark my money in the future? Should I bring a flask into the Bowery Ballroom and not purchase alcohol? Should I loudly announce the denomination of money I am handing the bartender in the future? Was it an honest mistake or was I ripped off? My gut feeling tells me I was ripped off.

-Brother Mike Cohen Sunday December 11, 2010. NYC

Outtakes from Ethan Minsker's Upcoming Book, The Bar Stool Prophet

2010-12-14T15:14:00.002-05:00

Charlie

The door opened and I looked up to see a figure with a giant head walk in. Orlando was flirting with a girl, and the guy stood in front of me. He had brass colored hair. His looks were plain. I pointed to Orlando, but he kept staring at me.

“If you want a drink, he’s the bartender,” I said annoyed, but he was still looking at me. Was this guy gay? Was he crusing me? Did he know me? Or maybe he wanted to fight.

“What?” I barked at him.

“It’s Charlie. From DC,” he said. That was the bad part about working in a bar in New York City. At some point everyone you ever met would walk through. I flipped through the faces in my memory, stopping at Charlie’s. I had known him as long as Mary Jane and Baxter. Charlie was the guy who talked too much. Saying hello was like firing the pistol at the start of a race and his mouth would be off and running. Once you blocked out his rants, he was a sweet guy who had few friends.

He pulled out a stick of vanilla lip balm and applied it, making several trips around his mouth. “I was walking down the street and I saw this kid wearing a hat that had a patch of Baxter’s old band, so I asked the kid if he knew Baxter, he said he didn’t but that Baxter hung out at this bar, so I came over here and thought that it was you behind the bar, the last time I saw you I had just got back from LA, I had that cut, the half smile those gang bangers gave me, remember that?” I nodded since I thought he wanted acknowledgement that I was listening to him, but he didn’t even slowdown. “You can barely see it now, I have been living in New York for a few months, I moved in with these artists who live on a boat, they are sculptors and the boat is really great, they rent it out for parties, it’s off the pier down by the World Trade Center, it would make a great location, you should come down and see it sometime—”

My mind went numb with his words. How did he breathe? It was a constant flow without pauses, one long sentence from the start of his day till the end. I worked, cleaned, and moved away from him, but he kept talking even when I was out of range and couldn’t hear him.

Charlie was sitting at the other end of the bar. He leaned over to me. “I like how you handled that. No bullshit. And that’s just how--”

“Not now, Charlie. I’ve got shit to do.”

He held my glance, then looked away. Charlie’s girlfriend, a graphic designer, had died in the towers. She wasn’t supposed to be there that day, but she had a meeting in the North Tower. The meeting was scheduled for 10, but she and her colleagues had shown up early to go over some things and they’d all been caught when the first plane hit at 8:46. Ever since then, Charlie had talked his way through the sadness. I listened as much as I could, but I had my limits. I couldn’t spend my whole life playing therapist to him. And he couldn’t spend his whole life talking about it. He was my friend, but we all had to get on with things. He pulled out his lip balm and looked at it like a childhood blankie.

Launch Eleven - December 30, 2010

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Launch Eleven - December 30, 2010

2010-12-14T15:09:00.001-05:00

HO! HO! HO! HO! HO!

2010-12-03T11:01:00.004-05:00

Outtakes from Ethan Minsker's Upcoming Book, The Bar Stool Prophet

2010-11-29T11:06:00.008-05:00

On the Cutting Room Floor

Outtakes from Ethan Minsker’s Upcoming Book,

The Bar Stool Prophet

Saturday, I was out walking Darby along Fifth Street between A and B when three little dogs spilled out of a Cadillac and darted straight for her. The owner was in the car, and he didn’t react at all. They were barking, but not in a friendly way. They wanted blood. Circling around us, a white dog bit Darby on the paw. Darby howled. I stumbled forward and swiftly kicked the white dog back into the open door. The other two dogs scampered out of my kicking range.

“What the fuck man?” the owner said in broken English. His hair was in a pompadour. “Why you be kicking me fucking dog?”

Puerto Rican. Maybe Dominican. The music coming from his car was the same I heard in the bodega on the corner.

Darby bared her teeth at the man. I held her leash tight. I had protected her from the dogs, and now it was her turn to return the favor.

“Back the fuck up!” I shouted at the guy. He looked at Darby, then at me. We were on the brink of violence. He didn’t say anything. I knew he didn’t want to fight. Now it was my choice. I could have pressed it, but I walked on down the street pulling Darby. The threat to Darby was gone. Fuck it. He was only trying to protect his dogs. I thought of his hair. It was characteristic of the young rocker crowd that used to hang out in the bars. We would probably have been friends if we had met at the bar. There was no need to fight. At the corner we stopped, and I checked her paw. I didn’t find anything. She always cried more than she was hurt. It was typical of her.

Finally, I dropped Darby off at home and went to work. I was late.

Dolls of Lisbon

2010-11-15T12:57:00.000-05:00

As part of Pop Up Lisboa 2010, the Antagonist Movement has a current exhibit of art dolls by over 60 artists. The show, which runs until mid-December, is being held in the Miradouro de Santa Catarina, an old palace which overlooks the city of Lisbon.

Eleven Antagonist Artists visited Lisbon for two weeks, from October 31^st to November 13^th. While in Lisbon, we did art on the street and in a gallery, showed films and worked with a youth center.

Check out our pictures below.

Pictures - Antagonist Artists in Lisbon November 2010

2010-11-15T12:31:00.017-05:00

LookListenPlay.com likes our Family of Chip Artists!

2010-11-09T10:13:00.000-05:00

2010-10-27T10:00:00.002-04:00

DK'ed show at Mindy Wyatt gallery from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

My Conjoined Twin #1

2010-10-19T10:21:00.003-04:00

My Conjoined Twin from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

DK'ed Art Show

2010-10-17T23:41:00.000-04:00

Facebook event HERE

2010-10-10T20:56:00.002-04:00

Catharine Lyons-studio tour from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

2010-10-10T20:55:00.002-04:00

Joe Sib at Bowery Electric October 1st 2010 from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

"My Conjoined Twin"

2010-10-10T13:59:00.005-04:00

Writers are:

Brother Mike Cohen

Richard Allen

Mystie Chamberlin

Dave Perry

Jack Jerz

Artists are:

James Rubio

Maya McCarthy

Betty Rose

Marissa Bea

Chris Soprano

See the facebook event HERE

Studio Tour with Artist Abraham Brewster

2010-10-04T14:28:00.001-04:00

Studio tour with artist Abraham Brewster from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Studio Tour with Artist Jay Ivcevich

2010-10-04T14:27:00.001-04:00

Studio tour with artist Jay Ivcevich from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Starn on the Roof: Big Bambú

2010-09-24T19:00:00.003-04:00

Big Bambú from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

The Secret Art of Yoshitomo Nara

2010-09-24T18:58:00.002-04:00

The secret art of Yoshitomo Nara from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Jack Walls Show at Governor's Island

2010-09-22T19:11:00.004-04:00

Jack Walls show at Governor's Island from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Studio visit with Berto Ray Barreto in the Bronx

2010-09-18T08:51:00.002-04:00

Berto Ray Barreto studio visit from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Joe Sib @ Bowery Electric

2010-09-09T09:13:00.005-04:00

Excerpt cut from "Rich Boy Cries for Mama"

2010-09-06T00:03:00.008-04:00

After years of writing and editing and re-writing and more editing, here are some final pieces that have been cut from Ethan H. Minsker's upcoming book, Rich Boy Cries for Mama. These weren't cut because they're crap, they were cut because an overload of interesting stuff might hurt the reader's mind. And it makes the book flow better. Enjoy!

It was September and we were back at school. I was fifteen now and a bit taller. I had bought a pair of army boots and wore them all the time. I wanted a leather jacket but my parents wouldn’t buy it for me, and I didn’t have enough money. They didn’t like the idea of their son in a biker jacket. If I had asked for a blazer and tie, I’m sure they would have gotten it for me. I had everything I needed, except a leather jacket. The other kids whose parents had money treated me like shit, so I didn’t want anything to do with them. I wanted to dress down, like a poor rebel. Sometimes I was ashamed of all the things we had, especially if I was at Pierre’s house. He didn’t even have his own room. He slept on a pull out sofa.

I had on a new Clash shirt. The image was of the band standing in an alley. I rolled up the sleeves. My hair was spiked to complete the look. Charlie’s fat head came bobbing around the corner and then stopped in front of me.

“What are you doing after school?” His bad breath came wafting up at me.

“Nothing.”

“Cool, let’s hang out.”

Charlie went down the hall. Pierre stood in the doorway of his next class talking with an ugly girl. There weren’t many black kids in the Lab School. I wondered if there were just less black kids who were dyslexic. It was more likely that they just didn’t know about it and were doing badly in the public school. Pierre was lucky in a way; at least his adopted white liberal mother figured out that the city would pay for him to be at the Lab School.

Later that night, Ted knocked at my door, his raggedy mutt sitting at his side. I followed behind, not speaking, when we passed the back of Nazi Shawn’s garage. Nazi Shawn’s mother was yelling at him.

“I don’t understand. Every day I wash the car and it still smells of piss. Are you pissing in the car?” I wondered where Sermon’s car was; maybe I could piss in that too.

The Wheat-Paste Gallery

2010-08-31T15:26:00.003-04:00

by Ethan H. Minsker

The Wheat-paste gallery from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Governor's Island Art Tour

2010-08-30T15:06:00.003-04:00

Governor's Island art tour

Video by Ethan H. Minsker

Governor's Island art tour from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

One Night Show at the Antagonist Gallery

2010-08-30T15:02:00.002-04:00

One night show at the Antagonist Gallery

by Ethan H. Minsker

filmed on flip

We are always looking for new artists to show. Contact us on the facebook.com/antagonist movement

One night show at the Antagonist Gallery from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Dark Visions

2010-08-30T14:58:00.003-04:00

Dark Visions: A Collection of Printmaking From New York

sacredgallerynyc.com

video by Ethan H.Minsker

tour by Shannon Daugherty

On July 31, 2010 at 7PM, the Sacred Gallery presents “Dark Visions In Print”, a collection of contemporary images based in the macabre. Co-curators Bruce Waldman and Kirsten Flaherty present a series that combines recent works from the most well known artists in the printmaking field, along with new promising young talents. The show challenges to depict the “darker” side of an artistic kaleidoscope of varying visions and techniques in silkscreen, etching, monoprint and other printmaking processes, with the overall intention of celebrating the venerable yet often under-appreciated art of printmaking.

Dark Visions: A Collection of Printmaking From New York from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Candy Pop Show

2010-08-30T14:54:00.003-04:00

Candy Pop Show

Antagonist Gallery

curator Berto Ray Barreto

video by Ethan H. Minsker

Candy Pop Show from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Latest and Greatest from the Antagonists

2010-08-23T22:29:00.001-04:00

out takes from our film The Dolls Of Lisbon from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Employee of the Month show from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

art by Dr. Zian Saxon and Kelly Forsyth from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Sand, Sun, Fun Fun Fun

2010-07-27T17:33:00.002-04:00

The Antagonists made their yearly trip to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware last week, and we videotaped it, so you can be jealous all over again.

Antagonist artists retreat from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Rhode Island

2010-07-16T11:52:00.000-04:00

My family reunion in the great state of Rhode Island. from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Dead Tour Summer 2010

2010-07-16T10:34:00.000-04:00

I am on "DEAD TOUR" in New Jersey at my friend's place following what is left of the Grateful Dead. ( Further featuring Bob Weir and Phil Lesh with a great fucking band) I am waiting for my "mellow" friend to pick me up for the next show.

My "pain in the ass" friend picked me up in New Jersey Friday night and told me a story about going to a massage parlor and getting a full body massage from a cute 35 year old asian lady....happy ending included. I have never paid for sex but I would not rule it out. ( MEN ! MEN! MEN!)

We stayed at his parents beach house in Long Beach Island on the Jersey shore. If you sit on the deck you can see the Atlantic Ocean. Friday night we sat on the deck drinking bud light and smoking pot and listening to the Grateful Dead on the Bose ipod dock. This was not the highlight of my trip but it was pretty good.

My friend has OCD and kept asking me if I had washed my hands. I said " they're not dirty, stop bugging me"....my friend is a Jewish pain in the ass.

Saturday we made our way to Philadelphia to see the first of the two shows. We stopped at a rest stop and I happened to pet a dog. I like to pet dogs. I especially like to pet a dog I have never pet before. My friend said "you are gonna have to wash your hands before getting back in my car, you dirty fuck". I washed my hands after petting the first dog and then pet another dog ( out of view of my friend) before I got back in his car!!!! I love dogs. I love to touch and pet dogs. This was not the highlight of my trip but made me very happy.

We had great seats for the show. Tenth row center. I had a garden burger before the show. Then I had a hit of LSD from 1968 for the show. It was very hot...it was reserved seating but the aisles were full. The people behind me were talking about a baseball score all night and I kept hearing things like "bottom of the 7th, top of the 8th, etc. I did not follow the World Cup but I think I would rather have Lebron James stick his big dick in my ass than pay attention to the world cup.

The band played a cover song made popular by the Dead called "I KNOW YOU RIDER". My pain in the ass friend and I danced like crazy teenagers and sang our asses off. At this point this may have been the highlight of my trip

During the second set the band played "Franklin's Tower" and we danced and sang harder than earlier. ( ROLL AWAY THE DEW....YOU BETTER ROLL AWAY THE DEW) I think THIS was the highlight of my trip

After the show we headed to the parking lot and had no trouble finding nitrous balloons, cold beer, baked goods made with marijuana, and new dogs to pet. My friend forget to tell my to wash my hands after petting the multiple stray dogs. There is nothing greater to me in the world than meeting a dog and petting that dog. I love dogs. My parents did not get me dog as a boy and when I asked for a dog they said " we will talk about it when you're older". When I got older they said " we'll talk about it when you're older" and when I was even older they said "you're going off to college, who is gonna take care of a dog??? NOT US!!" Of course not them...why would the old grumpy Jew want to take care of a sweet little dog?? Jews don't like pets. Pets are dirty to Jews. I am adopted and not like the rest of the Jews. I like dogs.

We drove back to my friend's beach house but got lost in downtown Philadelphia on the way. My friend (who is a high maintenance Jewish pain in the ass was cursing up a storm.) I was in the passenger's side and did not care if we were lost in downtown Philly or Haight Ashbury! ( I had a buzz like no other and was feeling no pain.) This is in the running for the highlight of my trip.!!!

We got back to the beach house and made ourselves comfortable on the deck for one more beer with the Atlantic Ocean in the background.

My friend said "Remember that massage and happy ending story I told you yesterday?" I said "yes". He said , well, I left a part of the story out." I said "Oh really? Why don't you fill me in?" he said "okay."

He continued " well , when the hot 35 year old Asian lady in the bikini bottom was jerking me off, I pulled down her bikini bottom and stuck my middle finger into her ass hole as I approached orgasm. After I came I pulled my finger out and put it in my mouth!!" This addition to the story was absolutely the highlight of my trip.

P.S. My friend DID wash his hands before he left the massage parlor.

Brother Mike "one show at a time" Cohen, Springfield N.J. July 11, 2010 2:56pm

Mystie Chamberlin

2010-07-11T19:14:00.003-04:00

One of our fabulous Antagonists is chasing the music world, and catching up to it mighty quickly. Witty, honest to a fault, and lyrically beautiful, Mystie is the hardest working woman in show biz. Oh, and she has awesome hair.

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by Just Another Folk Singer

Upcoming Events! Pinup Girls and Sexy Rockers

2010-07-08T10:11:00.003-04:00

Thursday (tonight!) we've got Pinup Girls galore! Come on down to Niagara to see the attractive ladies of art.

And of course, stop by on Monday for Alphabet City Soup! No Steve will be blowing your minds. And if you're lucky, they might take off their clothes. See the facebook event below!

NO STEVE AT NIAGARA!!

Thursday Art Slam! July 1st!

2010-06-28T11:52:00.001-04:00

Schocholautte Soundcheck Session @ Think Tank Studio

2010-06-14T12:51:00.000-04:00

SCHOCHOLAUTTE @ Think Tank Studio from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Every Good Art Show Needs a Good DJ

2010-06-07T10:09:00.001-04:00

DC Tripping

2010-06-05T16:04:00.001-04:00

DC tripping from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Espirit

2010-06-02T22:04:00.000-04:00

Music by The New You

Mr. Joe Sib

2010-05-28T10:18:00.000-04:00

California Calling: Joe Sib from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Rich Boy Cries for Mama Kickstart!

2010-05-23T23:58:00.003-04:00

There are only a few weeks left to help get this book published! Ethan is looking to get a limited first printing of Rich Boy Cries for Mama, the first book in his series of three. We're so close to the goal, but just a few of you can help to push it over the edge! I've read it, take my word for it, this shit is good. It'll appeal to those who like history, or punk rock, or sociology, or psychology, and on and on and on. Click the link below to donate, anything helps, really, and you get sweet gifts as a token of our appreciation.

NYC Gallery Week

2010-05-13T15:01:00.000-04:00

New York Gallery Week from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

We Haven't Had Some Brother Mike in a While

2010-05-12T19:10:00.003-04:00

Letter from the editor: Who is Brother Mike? Some of you might not know him, and really that's unfortunate for you. I assume you spend your days sitting on your broken lawn chair and gurgling nonsense into a child's fake telephone, all because you've missed the opportunity to meet Brother Mike. Well, here are a few words from the man himself about who he is. Maybe now you can live life again.
-MBea

My name is Brother Mike Cohen. I love rock and roll. I also love sports and men. ( men and sports). The goal in my life is to have a man over for dinner. It is not that easy to invite a man over for dinner and actually have the man show up. Sometimes men show up and sometimes I have to have dinner for two all by myself. A close friend in New Jersey who asked that his name not be mentioned advised me to invite a man over for lunch. He said that a man is more likely to show up for lunch than dinner. I asked him what he thought about having a man over for brunch and he said it would never happen. I would hate to have brunch alone. Dinner and men. Men and dinner. Men and sports. Sports and men.

PROSTATE UPDATE:
I have been going to a urologist for the last 2 years. My lovely girlfriend used to say "you certainly urinate a lot...maybe you should get checked out." I saw my urologist today and the first thing I had to do when I arrived was pee in a plastic cup with my last name "COHEN" written on the cup. I took my pee and left my cup on the special shelf in the restroom. After waiting 90 FUCKING MINUTES I got to see the doctor. I told him that I have begun to take my "over active bladder medication" before I go to sleep rather than first thing in the morning and it is really working very well. ( I dont have to pee in a plastic jug in the middle of the night anymore). He told me that was fucking great. I said my girlfriend wants me to ask you about testicular cancer and having a colonoscopy. He said he would examine my testicles AND show me how to do it. He then said "bend over, I want to check your prostate" and he shoved a couple of fingers up my ass! ( I said THANK GOD THANK CHRIST as the fingers went up my ass and for a brief moment I thought I was gonna shit on my doctor). I asked how my prostate was and he said "nice and smooth". ( that is a GOOD thing) The doctor said he would be right back after he checked my urine. He left and came back and said "your urine looks good, I will see you in three months!" I thanked him and made an appointment with the secretary for my next visit. I decided to take one more pee before I left the office and when I entered the restroom I saw a plastic cup of urine with my last name "COHEN" written on it. I thought that was kinda fucked up that my doctor told me my urine was fine and my cup was still sitting there. I debated asking the secretary about the situation but I dont like to piss my doctor's staff off. I thought "is there another Cohen here today?....did they take a SAMPLE out of my cup and leave the rest?...or is the doctor lying to me that my urine is fine when in fact he did not even look at it? I had to ask.......I approached the secretary and politely said " The doctor said my urine looked fine but there is a cup with COHEN on it on the shelf in the restroom". All of a sudden my doctor pops out and says " I HAVE TWO COHENS TODAY...YOU AND PAUL COHEN...YOUR URINE IS RIGHT HERE...DO YOU WANT TO SEE YOUR URINE????" I said "no thnaks, I was just checking...thank you" and left the doctor's office. I then went to the corner deli and bought a chocolate Nutrament and drank it down. It tastes just like a chocolate milkshake. I then went home and urinated again.

Brother Mike Cohen March 3, 2010 5:43pm

The Antagonist Sketch Party

2010-05-07T21:13:00.001-04:00

The Sketchbook Party from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Wanna do this too? Then gather a group and do it. Want to join us? Email us at antagonistart@aol.com!

The Toy Show

2010-05-04T13:21:00.000-04:00

The Toy Show from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Artsy Fartsy Foolishness

2010-04-24T16:02:00.001-04:00

Shann E Gunns and Meesha Mitch from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Al Benkin: Studio tour from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Artist: Gothic Hangman from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Art Show Tomorrow!

2010-04-21T20:21:00.000-04:00

Artists Galore!

2010-04-18T20:52:00.001-04:00

The Low Brow- Artist: Kelly Forsyth from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Brian Leo: This Air is Full from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Rats, Rats, everywhere

2010-04-11T13:19:00.001-04:00

The Rat House Project from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

The Madness Behind the Art World

2010-04-11T13:07:00.001-04:00

The Fountain Exhibit

2010-04-11T13:05:00.001-04:00

Fountain 2010 from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Fountain 2010 part 2 from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Rat Houses - 2 weeks later

2010-04-05T00:17:00.004-04:00

Have a little respect for the rats!

2 weeks ago we spent a few hours in Tompkins Square Park, showing off the rat houses that several of our artists made. People were really great, asking all sorts of questions and taking pictures and everything. A few days later, we set up the houses in an empty lot on 14th street and let them be exposed to the elements!

We initially thought that after a few days, they would be removed, by either the city or by people stealing them, or something. And that partially did happen. A few of the houses have now been appropriated by new owners, Ethan's capitol building, Un's rat cafe, and Jeramy's log cabin have all gone off to live elsewhere.

The rest of the houses remain however, and still look fairly decent, even after some inclement weather. We even have a new addition to the group, someone set up a beaten guitar case and gave it the name, "The Hard Rat Cafe". Someone else cut a hole in the fence for easy access, so people can actually stroll in and out of the open lot as they please.

Check out the situation as of this afternoon! And go take a look at these houses, it doesn't look like the city has any intention of removing them (or really any knowledge OF them). 14th St. between 2nd and 3rd Aves.

Support "Rich Boy Cries for Mama"!!

2010-04-04T14:01:00.001-04:00

Studio Visits with Dan Krupin and Arturo Vega

2010-04-04T13:58:00.002-04:00

Dan Krupin studio tour from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Arturo Vega from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.