Happy Thanksgiving and the Berlin Wall Challenge the 2nd is Over

The winner is Liz with 5 votes for her masterpiece collage "While the Rest Of Mankind Rejoiced".

Congratulations. I thought about deducting points because she posted her entry twice, but whatever, its cool.

We had a great Thanksgiving together with Ben, Rose's bro, and roasted a turkey in our toaster oven. It was cool and fun to do a Thanksgiving dinner without a real kitchen. (Toaster ovens and hot plates!) Yeah, we're awesome.

Anyways, Liz gets to choose the new challenge. I think everyone knows the rules, so tally-ho! We can open up participation if you want to a wider scale, but I'll leave that to Liz's discretion. See you in a couple weeks Liz.


-- Jordan

Thank you, Jordan

for the lovely commentary.

Question: who can vote? Actually, more to the point, can Sophie vote? She votes for Liz's.

Die Familie Berliner-Mauer: eine Geschichte

(This counts. Yes, it is a day late, but so was Spencer's last time and he ended up winning. So this does count.)

Berlin Wall Wedding

This is my PoMo illustration of the story. I think I should've made this dress for our wedding. Also, I put this together last week but was too tired after work last night to post it. So, still on deadline. Below is a close up of the figure.


And PS. I loved the ones posted already. They made me laugh a lot.

True Love Will Find You in the End, ÆD...

I'm obsessed with Photoshop.

I just accidentally published my post twice...

I hope that improves my chances of winning.

While the rest of mankind rejoiced...

While the rest of mankind rejoiced...

There's Something about a Wall

And the time of posting has come. I'll lead out with my sestina. It's repeating refrains are perfect for the marginally sane.

There's Something about a Wall

There is something about a wall.

It’s long and slim horizontal lines

Echo and repeat like a siren’s call.

Humpty dumpty had a great fall

But not even he, nor the kings and their kinds,

Knew that something about a wall.

Mortar and brick are far from all

that go into making the immortal signs

that echo and repeat like a siren’s call.

The Chinese built one, strong and tall,

But slave labor and grandiose designs

Don’t know anything about a wall.

Fences and halls? All falderal.

Where are the rhythm and tone that combines

To echo and repeat like a siren’s call.

From the cellar to the mall, in each load bearing wall,

There’s something that shines and kindly reminds

That there’s nothing quite like the Berlin wall

Which echoes and repeats like a siren’s call.