December 20, 2010, - 3:02 pm
Reader and friend Mary sends this link to the world’s wackiest gingerbread houses. The only one I really like–because it reminds me of a ton of houses I see driving through Detroit–is this one, below. I can’t post the whole picture because of some of the graffiti, but you can go to the link and see the whole thing.
Detroit now like one of those Third World cities every one is desperate to escape from. The Gingerbread Crack House is a funny reminder that true beauty in our urban landscape is really on the inside. Without that sense of civic pride, a city is dead. And that’s what Detroit’s been for a long time and it has always struck me seeing it from Windsor’s Riverside Drive, that its like the famous headless sculpture in Percy Bysshe Shelley’s famous poem “Ozymandias”, only to my mind, the city skyline soars empty and benighted into a clear sky. That’s one urban apocalypse in America. We don’t need the Ginger Bread Crack House to represent by extension, America’s future.
NormanF on December 20, 2010 at 3:23 pm
Dear Debbie,
Don’t tell me the graffiti “Mo” (short for Mohamed) is the reason you can’t show the whole picture…
Just kidding, I realize it’s the graphic near the bottom. By the way, you could have blotted that out with a number of graphics applications.
Eliezer on December 20, 2010 at 4:42 pm
I didn’t find it funny. My first reaction was that it looked very much like some of the houses I’ve seen in Baltimore. (Except for the rubbish; Baltimore may be run down, but it is clean.)
Solomon2 on December 20, 2010 at 10:05 pm
LOL! I LOVE the Gingerbread Crackhouse! That would make my Chrissie complete! What a conversation piece!
Right up my crack-infested alley!
Skunky on December 20, 2010 at 11:50 pm
Sorry, Debbie, but I don’t think crack houses are anything to joke about. I don’t like the redneck gingerbread house either. I don’t think stereotyping ANYBODY is funny.
Miranda Rose Smith on December 21, 2010 at 8:37 am
Detroit now like one of those Third World cities every one is desperate to escape from. The Gingerbread Crack House is a funny reminder that true beauty in our urban landscape is really on the inside. Without that sense of civic pride, a city is dead. And that’s what Detroit’s been for a long time and it has always struck me seeing it from Windsor’s Riverside Drive, that its like the famous headless sculpture in ShPercy Bysshe Shelley’s famous poem “Ozymandias”, only to my mind, the city skyline soars empty and benighted into a clear sky. That’s one urban apocalypse in America. We don’t need the Ginger Bread Crack House to represent by extension, America’s future.
NormanF on December 20, 2010 at 3:22 pm