PB & Jenny

Happy Valentine’s!

Jenny — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 03:21:13 +0000

Last year I mailed cards to my friends and family on Valentine’s. I thought it would be a fun pick-me-up, especially getting real mail in today’s increasingly technological world. Plus, it was a great opportunity to tell everyone how much they mean to me. I used those adorable Hershey kisses stamps as my postage.

This year, I didn’t get my butt in gear to again mail out ~~HOLIDAY~~ Valentine’s cards. Instead I’m sending out virtual love, hugs and kisses to those close to me.

Below is a Valentine’s video from PostSecret. If you haven’t visited their website, I recommend it. Every Sunday it’s updated with new secrets. The anonymous secrets are sent in by people across the world on creatively designed postcards.

Don’t forget, choosy moms choose (TO VOTE ON) Jif’s peanut butter sandwich contest. Bonus = PB&J art

Jenny — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 02:01:25 +0000

Just a reminder that today is the last day to vote on Jif’s most creative peanut butter sandwich contest. I also want to share my discovery of peanut butter and jelly artworks. It turns out that playing with your food can be profitable.

Vik Muniz is an internationally acclaimed Brazilian avant-garde artist, who takes recognizable images from the news and art history, and recreates them in an astonishing variety of materials such as sugar, chocolate syrup, peanut butter and jelly.

He created this Double Mona Lisa, inspired by a black-and-white version by Andy Warhol, out of peanut butter and jelly. You can also watch an interesting interview with him below. Smile and say “peanut butter!”

The second artist creates a silhouette of the Virgin Mary entirely from slices of bread slathered with peanut butter and jelly. Sure, it’s no miracle, and unlike the toast with her image won’t sell on eBay for thousands of dollars, but it is definitely creative.

Dating horror stories – let’s share

Jenny — Sat, 09 Feb 2008 21:45:51 +0000

With Valentine’s Day quickly approaching, I can’t help but think about romance, relationships, and dating. While having great dates are the goal (with 2^nd date possibility, and maybe leading to a relationship), nothing can beat a bad date story. I thought it would be funny to have people share their worst date experience(s).

I amazingly don’t have any that stick out in my head as absolute horrors. I have definitely had dates though where I got turned off by quirky actions or personality traits.

For example, in college I got asked out by my HOT grad student waiter when having a nice dinner in downtown Ann Arbor with a group of my friends. I was really excited about it. In addition to his good looks, he seemed to have a fun personality, was smart enough to be in U-M grad school, and he was taking me out to Greektown in Detroit. This was a real date (no frat boy invite to come party at their house), with a sophisticated older man. Woo hoo!

I couldn’t help but be turned off when he put on driving gloves after picking me up. First of all, he wasn’t in any special souped up, expensive, or sporty car. It was an older model, 4 door. Secondly, he never even went above the speed limit! That part drove me absolutely nuts. Finally, when we parked he had to put “the club” on his car. Puh-leaze.

One of my favorite worst date horror stories happened to my sister. I was there the night she met this guy (another waiter – runs in the family) when we were having a family celebration dinner. Again, he was very cute and seemed personable.

They ended up meeting for coffee about a week later. He spilled his whole life story immediately. This covered the fact that he had 3 kids by 3 different women, but had only married one of them (I think he was about 25 years old). However, they had obviously since divorced, but remained great friends and worked together.He shared that his ex-wife had seen my sister at the restaurant, and convinced him to try asking her out. He wanted to know if my sister would be OK with such an arrangement, and allow him to remain friends as well as work with his ex while they dated.

Then, he proceeds to say he used to have a big drug problem, but now has it mainly kicked. He ends with saying that he has to wear a tether (hikes up pant leg to display) due to drunken driving incidents, and so does not drive at all presently.

My sister drives him home so that he didn’t have to walk the mile or so back to his place. Then, made a crazy bad judgment call to come in to his apartment to use the bathroom. Nothing bad happened, but it could have. After she used the bathroom, he introduced her to his roommate (his uncle), and excused himself to use the bathroom.

While she was talking to the sketchy looking uncle, he just dropped his head down in mid-sentence and stopped talking, all the while precariously holding a burning cigarette. Something loud on TV got the uncle’s attention; he picked his head back up, and then resumed the conversation. The same thing happened a couple more times and she’s trying to figure out this weirdness. She’s also worrying about the cigarette and it potentially burning the couch/house down.

At this point, she hears the shower go on in the bathroom! Finally, her date comes out, says he’s sorry he took so long but figured he was near the shower, so he might as well freshen up. WTF!?

He then asked if she’d noticed anything about his uncle, and explained that he’s a narcoleptic. My sister couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

I think it will be pretty hard to top my sister’s story, but you never know. Thanks in advance for sharing your stories.

Beyond Jelly – a new peanut butter combo. Vote on Jif’s most creative peanut butter sandwich contest.

Jenny — Sat, 09 Feb 2008 04:05:09 +0000

Peanut butter is one of the quintessential American food staples, so much so that the average American supposedly consumes a 125 foot high stack of these sandwiches by the time they graduate high school.

I just found out that Jif is sponsoring a contest for the most creative peanut butter sandwich submitted by 6-12 year olds. They’ve already narrowed down the list from hundreds of entries to the 10 finalists. Online voting is open to the public from Jan 14, 2008 – Feb 11, 2008.

“We created this contest to provide parents with an activity that helps foster creativity in their children. Five years and thousands of entries later, we are amazed and excited that children are still coming up with new recipes,” said Maribeth Badertscher (Director of Corporate Communications, The J.M. Smucker Company). “We wish all the Online Finalists the best of luck. Regardless of the outcome, every child’s recipe is a winner.”

I couldn’t wait to see what new combinations these kids created. Peanut butter on its own is too gluey, and needs another flavor to complement it as well as making it easier to eat. However, the king in Shel Silverstein’s poem below would disagree.

Peanut-Butter Sandwich by Shel Silverstein (1932-1999)

I’ll sing you a story of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing –
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.
His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.
He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.
And then one day he took a bite
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.
His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
“My boy’s committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!”
The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!
The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn’t melt that peanut-butter sandwich.
With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil –
For twenty years of tears and toil –
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.
Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin’ chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.
Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy –
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich.

A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak –
The king’s jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak –
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, “How about a peanut-butter sandwich?”

Be sure to check out this year’s finalists, as well as prior winners on the JIF site for inspired versions of the childhood classic. Below are some of my favorites from various sources:

PB&J sushi. Last year’s grand prize winner. Consisting of peanut butter, strawberry cream cheese and fruit rolled in a crepe and served sushi style. Pretzel rods function as chopsticks, and chocolate yogurt replaces soy sauce.
PB&J butterfly. One of this year’s finalists. Pancakes toped with peanut butter, fruit, cereal and cherry licorice.
PB&J blossoms. These cute sandwiches made with peanut butter and jelly (or cream cheese and jelly, or any other fillings) are perfect for parties, lunch boxes, or snacks.
PB&J rocking rainbow. Whole wheat pita spread with peanut butter and strawberry jam, and then topped with fresh fruit arranged like a rainbow.

The Grand Prize Winner will receive a $25,000 scholarship fund and a JIF gift basket. Each of the four runners-up will also receive a $2,500 scholarship fund and a JIF gift basket. For these finalists, all the time they’ve spent eating the standard sandwich could be viewed as college prep. Don’t forget to vote here.

Freeze! Living statues at NYC Grand Central Station

Jenny — Sun, 03 Feb 2008 16:26:04 +0000

Does anyone remember the childhood game of freeze tag? I have very murky memories of playing it and can’t recall all the rules to the game. However, I do remember that you had to suddenly freeze and remain frozen in whatever position you were in when you were either tagged, or the “it” person screamed “freeze!”

Improv Everywhere decided to take a variation of this childhood game to New York City’s Grand Central station. View the video below for a great example of public performance art that gets people talking.

For all you Heroes TV show fans, doesn’t this remind you of being like Hiro Nakamura? How very cool it would be to be able to manipulate the space-time continuum like Hiro, or to travel through time in a DeLorean with a 1.21 gigawatts flux capacitor.

Thanks to momeld for alerting me to Improv Everywhere’s latest adventure.

Talented Thai Elephants are a Triple Threat

Jenny — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 03:29:35 +0000

Who knew that elephants are capable of so many varieties of artistic expression? Not only can they paint as I touched on here, but they’re also musically inclined.

The Thai Elephant Orchestra consists of up to a dozen elephants trained to play instruments ranging from drums and harmonicas to the theremin and electronic keyboards. You can listen to samples of their music here or at Amazon.

The orchestra was created and is conducted by elephant conservationist Richard Lair of the Thai Elephant Conservation Center, and the American composer/performer Dave Soldier. They already have two CDs released on the Mulatta Records label, and a third is in the works.

I looked online to see if I could locate any dancing elephants, which would make them a triple artistic threat. I didn’t expect to find any hits, but lo and behold, these elephants can dance! Check out this commercial with a dancing elephant.

For info on how it was made, you can refer to this website. There truly are real dancing Thai elephants though.

These talented Thai elephants are definitely marvels of the animal world. Just think, if you end up purchasing an elephant painting, or musical CD, not only are you helping provide the elephants with additional food, proper veterinary care, and improved shelter, but you’ve also got a cool conversation piece. Unless you want to be tricky and when your friend mentions, “I love this, who’s it by?” you can answer L.E. Font (or Ellie Fant).

EDITED TO ADD = I forgot to mention that I read a book about an elephant recently called Modoc: The True Story of the Greatest Elephant that Ever Lived by Ralph Helfer. The sweeping saga spanned 7 decades and 3 continents, following the life and times of a remarkable elephant and her faithful companion and trainer.

I pulled this summary from Amazon: Modoc is the joint biography of a man and an elephant born in a small German circus town on the same day in 1896. Bram was the son of an elephant trainer, Modoc the daughter of his prize performer. The boy and animal grew up devoted to each other. When the Wunderzircus was sold to an American, with no provision to take along the human staff, Bram stowed away on the ship to prevent being separated from his beloved Modoc. A shipwreck off the Indian coast and a sojourn with a maharajah were only the beginning of the pair’s incredible adventures. They battled bandits, armed revolutionaries, cruel animal trainers, and greedy circus owners in their quest to stay together. They triumphed against the odds and thrilled American circus audiences with Modoc’s dazzling solo performances, only to be torn apart with brutal suddenness, seemingly never to meet again. Hollywood animal trainer Ralph Helfer rescued Modoc from ill-treatment and learned her astonishing story when Bram rediscovered her at Helfer’s company. His emotional retelling of this true-life adventure epic will make pulses race and bring tears to readers’ eyes.

PROLIFIC

Jenny — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 00:08:07 +0000

No, this isn’t a post about my writing style. Though it could be . . . I know I can get wordy. I’ve always been told to condense, get to the point, and not be too detailed.

However, that’s like trying to tell me I have to tell a joke properly. Usually not going to happen no matter how hard I try. I just don’t have comic timing, and typically mangle the punch line. Ah well, hopefully the details make the writing interesting, and that my bad joke telling is viewed as endearing. I can only hope.

This post is about the reincarnation of Facebook’s Bogglific as Prolific. The application has been dressed up a little, but underneath has the same old heart.

Withdrawal twinges have been satisfied. My twitchy fingers have their release. Maybe now I’ll also be free of “drifting off to bed with visions of Bogglific grids dancing in my head.”

Facebook’s Bogglific Shutdown

Jenny — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 01:39:40 +0000

I signed up for a Facebook account a few months ago, and became addicted to finding cool applications to load. I wasn’t interested in silly invites from my friends to add fake plants I had to water, or to become an online Vampire and get my fangs in people. I wanted something to feed my game addiction.

People that know me well know how much I enjoy games. They are not B-O-R-E-D games to me, but a great way to unwind and have fun. I’ve always been partial to word games, and to Boggle in particular.

I have a lot of good memories playing Boggle with my family. As a little kid, I was allowed to make 2 letter words and had a handicap added to my score so that I could play competitively with my parents.

Over time, I could play by the normal rules and my handicap disappeared. I actually got so good that my parents joked that they should now have a handicap when playing against me. Another standing joke was that any serious boyfriend of mine would have to pass the “Boggle test” before they were officially accepted.

So, I was extremely excited to find Bogglific which is an online version of Boggle. Even better, I could play it any time of the day or night, with people from all across the world.

The other week when I logged on to play I was very unhappy to find a note from developer Roger Nesbitt that Bogglific was going to have to shut down. I’ve included some excerpts from his notice posted on Facebook:

Hasbro, Inc. sent a DMCA notification to Facebook regarding Bogglific. They claim it violates their trademark, and violates copyright over the Boggle rules. Scrabulous is in the same boat, but they have the resources to fight their battle.

Since Bogglific will be deleted by Facebook, you may wish to post further discussions to the Bogglific Addicts group (which is not run by me). A petition group has been sent to Hasbro.

This whole situation reminds me of a philosophy class I took in college called “Contemporary Moral Issues.” It dealt with the fact that the world is constantly changing around all of us, and that figuring out how to navigate and manage these changes can be difficult (for individuals, businesses, and the government). Technological changes in particular can take us into previously un-chartered territory and new battles.

The class also covered the overlap (or disconnect) between societal mores and values to legal regulatory changes. I remember discussing surrogate motherhood, genetic technology and cloning, privacy rights of AIDS patients, and physician assisted suicide. The internet didn’t exist then, but if it had, this type of situation would have been debated.

I wish that Hasbro could see this as a technological boost to their game playing population, and work out a deal with the developer. From comments posted at online forums, many of the players were unaware of Boggle until finding and enjoying this application. Furthermore, many then actually bought the physical games. From that very non-scientific sample, it seems like their sales would have only increased from Bogglific.

I just know I was addicted, and still want to be able to play it online. I also don’t understand how the Scrabble knock-off Scrabulous application can still exist, but Bogglific is gone. I figured I’d post my final standings in Bogglific for posterity:

Your Bogglific rating as of 16 Jan is 1461.

You are currently ranked 1,307th of 41,851. (Top 3.1% of players)

Played 839 games. (3 minutes each, so 42 HOURS of my life)

I am already going through withdrawal. Plus, what am I now going to do with all the hours I had spent playing Bogglific? Walk outside? Visit friends? Those just make no sense as middle of the night substitutes. Wah!

Berry Gordy & the Detroit Motown Museum

Jenny — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 04:27:31 +0000

I’ve always liked identifying famous people and products that have a Michigan connection, as well as interesting trivia about my home state. I have a small sampling listed below.

Food & drink = Faygo (the rock & rye truly rocks), Sanders (mmmm, best hot fudge), Better made potato chips, Mucky duck mustard, Kellogg’s cereal, Jiffy muffins, VRUIT juice, Vernor’s ginger ale (still the best for upset tummies)
Nicknames = The Motor City, Detroit Rock City, the Cars & Stars City, the Motown City, the Great Lakes State
Musicians = Bob Seger, Iggy Pop, Aretha Franklin, Madonna, Eminem, Kid Rock, many Motown musicians
Actors = Tim Allen, Gilda Radner, James Earl Jones, Pam Dawber, Tom Skerritt, Marlo Thomas, Lily Tomlin, Selma Blair, Kristen Bell
Business execs = Jon De Lorean, Henry Ford, Thomas Edison, Oscar Mayer, Tom Monaghan
Born in Detroit = Francis Ford Coppola, Charles Lindbergh, Ed McMahon
Movies set in Detroit = Beverly Hills Cop, Out of Sight, Grosse Point Blank, True Romance, 8 Mile
Fun trivia =

Only state that can claim to be north of Canada
We have more miles of shoreline than any other state
The Great Lakes hold one-fifth of the world’s supply of fresh water
Only state made of 2 peninsulas, an upper and lower (and we know what trolls and yoopers refer to)
- The Mackinac Bridge connecting the upper and lower peninsulas is one of the longest suspension bridges in the world
We can use the palm of our right hand to point out where we live in MI (for lower peninsula), and left palm perpendicular to the right for the upper
We get to experience the 4 seasons in all their glory (though I could do with a shorter winter)
We have incredibly long summer days. It doesn’t get dark until really late because we’re a westernmost state in the Eastern time zone.

And, of course, we’re internationally known for the MOTOWN SOUND!

I’m behind on my newspaper reading, but just saw an article from last week that indicated Motown Records founder Berry Gordy will be honored after the 50th Grammy Awards on Feb 10^th with the Recording Academy’s “Grammy Salute to Industry Icons.” You know he’s hoping that the WGA strike doesn’t cancel the show. He was previously inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 1990.

I recently went to the Motown Museum for the first time. I used one of the free museum passes sponsored by Macy’s which are good for admittance to about 30 museums in Michigan. Before I went, I knew very little about the history of Motown or Berry Gordy. I just knew I liked the music. I am listening to some now to inspire me, and I can’t help but do the white girl head bop as well as groove in my seat while I’m typing.

I learned that Berry started Motown Records in 1959 when he was in his 20s on an $800 loan from his family. He based his business on an assembly line approach that he learned from the auto companies. Each of his buildings was compartmentalized for a specific purpose – - this building for recording, that one for finance/payroll, this other one for etiquette training, etc. He nurtured the careers of Smokey Robinson, Marvin Gaye, Diana Ross and the Supremes, Stevie Wonder, The Temptations, and The Jackson 5 among many others.

He also founded a movie production company called Motown Productions. Their first feature film was Lady Sings the Blues, a film based on Billie Holliday’s life starring Diana Ross. It was well received and earned Diana an Academy Award nomination, as well as 4 others for the film. Such success wasn’t enjoyed by one of their later films, The Wiz. I don’t know how well The Last Dragon did either, but it looked campy cool from a poster displayed at the museum.

The special Motown Sound came courtesy of the Funk Brothers musicians. They played on more number one hits than the Beach Boys, the Rolling Stones, Elvis and the Beatles combined(!!!), but they were virtually unknown. A documentary film called Standing in the Shadows of Motown was made about the Funk Brothers in 2003 which gave them a chance to bask in the limelight for the first time in their lives. While their talent is phenomenal, and their back stories are interesting (I think I gleaned most of that from bonus features on the DVD), the movie was not so great. I’m glad though that it was made, since it was a tribute to these musicians, and gave them the opportunity to get some fiercely deserved credit.

The Motown museum isn’t very large, but contains Berry Gordy’s private apartment, the recording studio, and lots of memorabilia (pictures, clothing, records). Michael Jackson’s thriller glove* is in the museum! Seeing that was my biggest thrill (bad pun intended).

I used to worship Michael Jackson. In 6^th grade, his Thriller album was THE GIFT to give at every birthday sleepover. We would listen to his record, imitate the dances in his videos, and actually kiss the cover!** He was seriously cute on that album cover. Until at least 8^th grade I loved Michael Jackson. One of my most memorable concerts was going to see Michael Jackson that year. The number one most memorable concert for me is definitely my first concert ever – The J. Geils band for my birthday in 5^th grade. Just ask me sometime for the story behind that one.

Anyway, I even dressed like Michael in 8^th grade. I had a favorite outfit of black parachute pants***, along with a red leather jacket with tons of zippered details. It was a knock off of Michael’s jacket from the “Beat It” video. Remember that? I just needed that one white sequined glove to complete the look.

Amazingly, that same year I also wore the Madonna getup.**** The short skirt over leggings, with millions of rubber bracelets on my arm, long layered strands of beads, and oversized, knotted headbands. I never wore the fingerless lace gloves though. I wonder why I decided to go gloveless in both of my iconic fashion outfits? Could 8^th grade also be the same year that I wore lots of NEON?

You can understand then why I was excited to see Michael’s glove. It was in a glass case, and I swear a golden light was shining down on it, and I heard angels singing. I found out that it was behind glass since it had been stolen previously in 1991 and is now heavily guarded. It didn’t take much to find the thief. After it was reported in the press as missing, M.C. Hammer offered a $50,000 reward for its return. The person who tried to claim the reward money happened to be the only guest at the museum the day it was stolen, and he had signed the guest book!

My visit to the museum was enhanced by the knowledge and personality of our guide. She’s a Diana Ross impersonator in Vegas when she’s not in Detroit. She told a lot of stories and gave background details that I would never have known otherwise, even if I read every placard in the place. At the end of our tour, she got a group of female and then male volunteers to sing in the recording studio. She taught the women the “Stop! In the Name of Love” dance, and the guys the famous “Temptation Shuffle.” Let’s just say that the 2 step/arm swinging shuffle, then change direction and repeat is harder than it appears.

It was probably due to this visit that I paid extra special attention to the article about Berry, though I would have honed in on the Michigan connection regardless. Because I’m into that, as you now know about me.

I’d like to extend my congratulations to Berry Gordy for bringing so many wonderful artists, musicians, and musical memories our way. I can only hope he’ll give a shout out to the Funk Brothers!

* Detroit Fox TV reporter Lee Thomas is battling vitiligo. He’s written a book and has been doing the interview circuit about his experience “turning white on television.” In one interview, he referenced the fact that Michael Jackson also has this disease, and it was the reason why he started wearing the one glove. Michael’s skin color change supposedly first showed up on his hands.

** I have to admit that I had quite the fetish for kissing album covers/posters. It all started with my Star Wars obsession. First movie I ever remember seeing, turned me on to science fiction, and I was Princess Leia three Halloweens in a row! I had a Star Wars poster on my wall, and I’d kiss the dimple (cleft?) in Luke Skywalker’s chin each night. In my adult years, I realized that Hans Solo was the man, but as a kid, I had a thing for Luke. In 1^st grade I added Shaun Cassidy to the rotation (Da Doo Ron Ron). John Travolta from Grease quickly followed. I’d even kiss the BeeGees album my parents had from the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack by virtue of their connection to John since he was in the movie. I had a few dry years (or I’ve blocked the memory) and then moved on to Michael.

In the spirit of full disclosure, I have to admit that I was kissing obsessed in general. I had a boyfriend the entire year of kindergarten, <> “Hi Barry!” We would hold hands, peck kiss, and play together all the time. He moved after that year and I was heartbroken. Our relationship was the basis for my parents meeting his mom, and she’s a close family friend to this day.

1^st grade also involved another year-long boyfriend, and we would peck kiss every day at recess. His name was Steven, and he thought he was Fonzi. He wore a leather jacket, and when he’d snap his fingers à la Fonzi style, that was the signal for us to kiss. My best friend Margot that year also liked him at one point, and so we kind of all hung out for a bit. Kiddy 3-way. Wow, so much of my life is odd-ish. One time she and I decided (go girl power!) to not respond to his snap for a kiss. It was kind of comical seeing the disbelief on his face, and the insistent snaps that followed. Anyway, both Margot and Steven moved after that year. Spot a trend? My kissing is lethal. Just like with Barry, my parents became very close friends with Margot’s mom, and she is also another close family friend to this day. I don’t know what happened to Steven though.

*** A great assortment of parachute pants can be found at http://www.parachutepants.com/, or you can find many stores where new styles have been reissued under the name “para-pants.” HA! Us 80s fans know better!

****I was too young & innocent to wear a bustier as outerwear or a boytoy belt, as Madonna also popularized. Even if I hadn’t been, so not my style

ART BATTLE UPDATE – WINNERS

Jenny — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 00:33:10 +0000

     I’ve been wondering who won the art battle, and just found the results online.

1^st place $1000 (52 votes) = Artist space #27
2^nd place $250 (49 votes) = Artist space #13
3^rd place gift bag (37 votes) = Artist space #11

It was thisclose between 1^st and 2^nd place. Which means it’s possible that if any of my 4 friends and I had voted, we would have changed the outcome. See, your one little vote can make a difference! The power of ONE vote has also been reinforced in my mind by a couple current events:

Two metro Detroit tied elections in Nov 2007. A coin toss ultimately decided the winner for the final seats on the Grosse Pointe City Council and the Mt. Clemens City Commission.
Catching those fabulous commercials from “ONE: The Campaign to Make Poverty History.” Here’s just one example:

So, shame on us for not casting our votes at the art battle. I’d therefore like to support them further by sharing more pictures and video that I located of the event.

Check out this video from “Motor City Blogspot”, and another slideshow from “Picture This Detroit.” I’ll give you the scoop on some of the photos, and wish I could point out who came in 3^rd, but I have no idea beyond the space number.

Slides 19, 49 and 50 = 1st place winner
Slides 3, 45, 46, 47, 106, 108 and 119 = 2nd place winner
- I can’t help but think while looking at slide #45 that the two Thor artists decided to create a “mash-up” of themselves. Let’s take my flowing golden locks, add in your full beard and mustache (but change them to blond), tweak both our hats, and infuse Thor with our party spirit.
Slide 57 = The cosmonaut is free . . . lost in space
- Here you can see the woman prior to being duct-taped and plastered to the exhibit, as well as a nice frontal view of the skirt wearing male artist.
Slide 65 = Sweatshop for the PB&J assembly
- Again, why did they need to wear masks while making them? Was this supposed to be symbolic of the Jonestown grape kool-aid massacre? There were a few strawberry PB&Js, but mainly grape. They’re both nostalgic, kid friendly, very American food staples. Was part of the statement that our food might not be what it appears, and can in fact be dangerous? Am I reaching, or being very astute and deep?
Slide 97 = Cool chandelier
- Made out of recycled pop bottles, including their twist-off tops, and the plastic rings that hold 6 packs together. Could this be the 3rd place winner? It was located very close to Thor.
Slide 97 and 98 = The DJ getting his area set up

I hear that they’re planning a 2009 Art Battle, so mark your calendars.