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MJ memorial pt. 2: Baked effigy

Just when I thought my little corner of the city couldn’t pay tribute enough to Michael Jackson, I noticed this cookie at Alliance Bakery on Division Street. Made with one teaspoon of hilarity and one cup of quirk. After much discussion about this interesting bakery treat, I finally had to bring one home to Joe to prove that I wasn’t making it up.

Fittingly, MJ looks like a corpse on the cookie.

Fittingly, MJ looks like a corpse on the cookie.

After arriving home, Joe enthusiastically broke the cookie in half and broke Michael's face. Also, very fitting.

After arriving home, Joe enthusiastically broke the cookie in half and broke Michael's face. Also, very fitting.

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Don’t stop ’til you get enough

While the spectacle of Michael Jackson’s funeral unfolds in L.A., people in Chicago are paying homage to the King of Pop in subtler, more understated ways. At least from what I’ve experienced. I’ve noticed two types of MJ memorials so far:

Musical tributes

You can’t walk down the street without hearing Billy Jean or Bad blaring from a car stereo. I’ve also heard Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough, Human Nature and Wanna Be Startin Something countless times. Usually, the musical tribute comes with an accompaniment of twentysomething girls singing off key at the top of their lungs.

Window displays

I’m unsure about whether this common or not due to the fact that I live in a Bermuda Triangle of Bizareness, but there are three windows displaying MJ memorials within two blocks on my street. What I find interesting is that, just like the media, my block is immortalizing the Thriller-era MJ, circumventing his 9,999 plastic surgeries and legal accusations. See for yourself.

Thriller album just chilling on top of an AC window unit

Thriller album just chilling on top of an AC window unit

Another Thriller album just hanging out, a few doors down from its friend

Another Thriller album just hanging out, a few doors down from its friend. It apologizes for the sunny day glare.

My street is not stopping until it gets enough of MJ. Neither is the cat that's cuddling up with the Off the Wall album

My street is not stopping until it gets enough of MJ. Neither is the cat that's cuddling up with the Off the Wall album. I heard a musical tribute while I was taking this photo. Double memorial points.

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