tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36715942987642826752024-03-05T10:49:54.211-08:00The Bozo Projectthe bozo project is an ongoing, collaborative public art installation/performance originating on 21st street between 5th and 6th avenues in manhattan.bozohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15477548106223758323noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-86187207276995778802009-05-18T14:48:00.000-07:002009-05-18T14:55:01.554-07:00Bozo Block Party for a Great Cause<span style="font-family:courier new;">We'll explain how this came about soon enough. But for now...behold. The Bozo Project's 21st Street participants are coming together for a great cause.<br /><br />Can it be so? Yes. It can be so. It <em>is</em> so. And so, it <em>will</em> be so.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePEHQTr45VdX9lRtRobHdmf-CufMNGijFqD0IrYEYLbkG56dL0TYrqo9OmVQbmx3CKJMOaOY4_sU_C8EFObYWnRopKkSdrh3cJOeC_C-Jyn9imiH8n7c_SfilIiWeTwFimVq-TQBjcUM/s1600-h/BozoBlockParty5-21.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337284716704094322" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePEHQTr45VdX9lRtRobHdmf-CufMNGijFqD0IrYEYLbkG56dL0TYrqo9OmVQbmx3CKJMOaOY4_sU_C8EFObYWnRopKkSdrh3cJOeC_C-Jyn9imiH8n7c_SfilIiWeTwFimVq-TQBjcUM/s320/BozoBlockParty5-21.JPG" border="0" /></a>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10523065364448649812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-40697133431186970462009-05-17T19:48:00.000-07:002009-05-19T13:29:54.602-07:00Ladies and Gentlemen - The Vermont Country Store<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqx3YQpl8ki1-3xHGNe5UI63ilvE7pEhZsBtC6uVJZNyp5IQrFCMdJAPTxGVnd_eM90_I70lJRLfFCrT3xtwD_g4yYTkPfkQyDVAOXcK-CbIuhySNpgur2ePS0P1IJfftPGpHtqaM4p34/s1600-h/VCS.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337373272076450802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqx3YQpl8ki1-3xHGNe5UI63ilvE7pEhZsBtC6uVJZNyp5IQrFCMdJAPTxGVnd_eM90_I70lJRLfFCrT3xtwD_g4yYTkPfkQyDVAOXcK-CbIuhySNpgur2ePS0P1IJfftPGpHtqaM4p34/s320/VCS.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Shortly after H&S launched their Shock & Awe Campaign back at the end of March, we received a bunch of emails from people urging us not to give up. This stupid Bozo Project had really resonated with folks. I think it was clear that we were the little guys in this battle so no one wanted to see us quit or be squashed. Matt and </span></span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I weren’t sure what our next move was going to be – or if there was going to be one – but I started to do some field research. How could we retaliate if we chose to? Would we need a cache of Bozos? If so, where the hell were they going to come from and more importantly, who was going to pay for it? Thus far, all Bozo Project-related expenses were paid out of pocket (by me). Although the Bozo Project was based inside my office and our company (VideoHelper) was more than tolerating Matt’s and my clear display of mental illness, I couldn’t very well expect them to foot the bill.</span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Enter: the Vermont Country Store. I had purchased Bozos 4 & 5 through them (</span></span><a href="http://www.vermontcountrystore.com/"><span style="color:#0022f7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">www.vermontcountrystore.com</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">) and figured they were worth a shot in asking for any kind of discount and/or free Bozos to support our project. Two other companies had flatly refused. One offered me an exceptionally generous “5% discount” which by my calculations equaled a pile of diarrhea. I emailed The Vermont Country Store’s customer service department, explained the situation, sent some of the media coverage links and asked for their support.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I promptly received a nice rejection email. Oh well. I took it as a sign to forget it. I think they thought it was some kind of scam. But then…two days later I received a voicemail from a bigwig at the Vermont Country Store telling me that they’d received my email and would like to help. I was kind of skeptical at that point and didn’t return the call. So they called again. This time it was their PR firm. I thought it was a joke. But the Vermont Country Store was dead serious about supporting a counter-attack. And they had ideas. Crazy ideas. Ideas involving a </span></span></span><span style="font-size:+0;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">live </span></span></i></span><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">clown army and a fleet of yellow cabs. Yikes.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">They were willing to back anything we wanted.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">They had promised the Bozo Project any Bozos they had in stock. And they delivered. Unprompted, they FedEx'd us over 40 Bozos the next day. WITH NO STRINGS ATTACHED! Before we even had a plan in place! They basically told us they loved the project and wanted to help in any way they could. And that was it. They asked for nothing in return except to be kept abreast of the situation. How insane is that? </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So now I had a giant pile of Bozos on my office floor with no plan as to what do to next. So they sat there for a few weeks while we mulled over our next move. People offered us suggestions for counter-attacks but most of them were either mean-spirited or too “pranky” for our tastes. And too many people suggested we use live Bozos. Eeek. For us, the Bozo Project was simply a visual display of communication between two companies high above 21</span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">st</span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Street, based on inflatable Bozo the Clowns and didn’t involve humiliating anyone (except ourselves).</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And then, unprompted, the Vermont Country Store sent MORE BOZOS. I think we now had around 48? 50?.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Friends, let me ask you this before we take one more breath together: Are you even </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">familiar</span></span></i></span><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> with the genius that is The Vermont Country Store? Because if not, welcome to your new obsession! A family-owned business since 1946, they are “The Purveyors of the Practical and Hard-to-Find.” And they really mean it. In other words, if you’re looking to buy </span></span></span><span style="font-size:+0;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">anything you’ve ever thought of or needed in your whole life, </span></span></i></span><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">you can probably find it there.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Need a cotton seersucker patio dress or staggering selection of Muumuus? Check.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtimqFav5UWUaN7goaqrX92Cz2D9ZVsbkBJk4c-o6KHP3CKt4ITgAzGIrGCIOxqHTSNXAF86vOohFFL0YzoHtnBa66Ynk47XqGRQSobvlgdc8_5C4U1C6BKAsmlOEC6AQeLLrlDAxazQ/s1600-h/CottonSeersuckerPatioDress.jpg"></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtimqFav5UWUaN7goaqrX92Cz2D9ZVsbkBJk4c-o6KHP3CKt4ITgAzGIrGCIOxqHTSNXAF86vOohFFL0YzoHtnBa66Ynk47XqGRQSobvlgdc8_5C4U1C6BKAsmlOEC6AQeLLrlDAxazQ/s1600-h/CottonSeersuckerPatioDress.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337362737548765330" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtimqFav5UWUaN7goaqrX92Cz2D9ZVsbkBJk4c-o6KHP3CKt4ITgAzGIrGCIOxqHTSNXAF86vOohFFL0YzoHtnBa66Ynk47XqGRQSobvlgdc8_5C4U1C6BKAsmlOEC6AQeLLrlDAxazQ/s320/CottonSeersuckerPatioDress.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></span><span style="font-family:ArialMT;font-size:16;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">No? Oh Okay. Well how about some overnight corn salve?</span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6FVBpCxrFtFtA3SLL3RbEk8LH3xXXcyfVQrf7oy7RvWqxmhqalQCVglJcL0esrA3nncDFF8D5UHY0CLBBB0lgoyzKGvg6ILzrjQ0hLjew3mjawCf7n_h-RtjUO68VosMQklixycY790/s1600-h/CornSalve.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337365800988796306" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6FVBpCxrFtFtA3SLL3RbEk8LH3xXXcyfVQrf7oy7RvWqxmhqalQCVglJcL0esrA3nncDFF8D5UHY0CLBBB0lgoyzKGvg6ILzrjQ0hLjew3mjawCf7n_h-RtjUO68VosMQklixycY790/s320/CornSalve.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Oh that's not your thing? Okay. You wanna be a star, baby? Well start singing in the shower with your very own sponge shower mic.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMS-hNMit93E1PMwbgvzrsEvYTq5pR2rt0ZeBW1F259QxNDmzC4sK3SrfYBsWt349jmxkfoyf7bumzWGM4Uw0Djr0wTjr8JxwiEDldNpRSdhjF4hoG7fe49xAxo3Hz0DevmbnFa6uzuw/s1600-h/SpongeShowerMic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337366450020805234" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMS-hNMit93E1PMwbgvzrsEvYTq5pR2rt0ZeBW1F259QxNDmzC4sK3SrfYBsWt349jmxkfoyf7bumzWGM4Uw0Djr0wTjr8JxwiEDldNpRSdhjF4hoG7fe49xAxo3Hz0DevmbnFa6uzuw/s320/SpongeShowerMic.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Jeez. You are hard to please. Tell ya what I'm gonna do. Howzabout some nice bubblegum? I remember this stuff from childhood and at least according to me, the only way to eat it properly was to stuff as many pieces in your mouth at once as possible until you nearly cracked your jaw.</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrnBTv_ubHObL27wXhBeUTm-Zt8pVS4m7CI3ftbm2aSvYfGIP2U3r2S6oGPaDwJnZfruxEhuje26UbPFispgHMoMAQH9a3cj6iNBeDQbv2VQ1oZkoxNBnKB8c5mSQqhW0FUf0BowC43U/s1600-h/GoldMindBubbleGum.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337367477322049826" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrnBTv_ubHObL27wXhBeUTm-Zt8pVS4m7CI3ftbm2aSvYfGIP2U3r2S6oGPaDwJnZfruxEhuje26UbPFispgHMoMAQH9a3cj6iNBeDQbv2VQ1oZkoxNBnKB8c5mSQqhW0FUf0BowC43U/s320/GoldMindBubbleGum.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Lambchop? Mrs. Beasley? CHECK. CHECK.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:13;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDSXpQpsd3NU9KCfRjklCbu4pZMlCTuyHAawu_cbExxiMcLsepei71nmxtLvrBGuta8Tu8Vub3dBxl3jWB6bCFfmvv946X0uaXPwPR7ZBwPU7edbXwN47I6Iov6QeOUMsr0ZBRanrS100/s1600-h/Lambchop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337368193908949762" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDSXpQpsd3NU9KCfRjklCbu4pZMlCTuyHAawu_cbExxiMcLsepei71nmxtLvrBGuta8Tu8Vub3dBxl3jWB6bCFfmvv946X0uaXPwPR7ZBwPU7edbXwN47I6Iov6QeOUMsr0ZBRanrS100/s320/Lambchop.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpxMeQLkR9AH3wHiMnz4aCZN20ZZZE6NLnFDSfgpnfMqGOWyNEdNxRNsMVDqaYP_f6Rb6r94ly9eZkcbspC2FIN0AIzuZuAxtdLGwXtIrAYStP9dlUTP1XI4PererpS5DgXhSX_8Ecmg/s1600-h/MrsBeasley.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337368197181292770" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpxMeQLkR9AH3wHiMnz4aCZN20ZZZE6NLnFDSfgpnfMqGOWyNEdNxRNsMVDqaYP_f6Rb6r94ly9eZkcbspC2FIN0AIzuZuAxtdLGwXtIrAYStP9dlUTP1XI4PererpS5DgXhSX_8Ecmg/s320/MrsBeasley.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Channel your innermost Mrs. Garrett with this German Hair R</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">at</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKp8orl2l1hP_fgtV1rUx2Z7ZkgxI7RlgPhyphenhyphen9vgPhOf7NJwh_PPvF3jLOVHxVvp3UYbx1VODytlM3RZKidJvlZZ_0lNdQ8Mie3r4hNSD0zOEEcVKV202F_1JpOB5XMnpMGxthO9paUYzw/s1600-h/GermanHairRat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337372417363083394" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKp8orl2l1hP_fgtV1rUx2Z7ZkgxI7RlgPhyphenhyphen9vgPhOf7NJwh_PPvF3jLOVHxVvp3UYbx1VODytlM3RZKidJvlZZ_0lNdQ8Mie3r4hNSD0zOEEcVKV202F_1JpOB5XMnpMGxthO9paUYzw/s320/GermanHairRat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I think one of, if not the best, parts of The Vermont Country Store is that within this seemingly wholesome, All-American/Americana store, they make no bones about the fact that, well, people bone. Each other. Or just themselves. At all ages. Yes, even seniors live healthy sexual lives and VCS is not afraid to shout it out loud. Welcome to The Vermont Country Store's "Intimate Solutions." I love it. I love how matter-of-fact they are. They sell personal "massagers" and other helpers as well as homeopathic remedies to promote sexual/personal health. Oh Vermont Country Store, could your inventory be any more eclectic or insane? Could I be anymore obsessed with you? </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHSy6MBfjmNvY7z9rdAUL-sJvxlnaLIfMDS6qyGFwExgPY4U3B7MeYZNk-hmAtJve0-cCxzV1t28MSabTO4LVXJm8nd_QJ0eSbMDrdiEFFCKIazdf8C6amtkRpZlYspvRLp6ro5uB8Tyg/s1600-h/IntimateSolutions.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337370281272254722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHSy6MBfjmNvY7z9rdAUL-sJvxlnaLIfMDS6qyGFwExgPY4U3B7MeYZNk-hmAtJve0-cCxzV1t28MSabTO4LVXJm8nd_QJ0eSbMDrdiEFFCKIazdf8C6amtkRpZlYspvRLp6ro5uB8Tyg/s320/IntimateSolutions.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10523065364448649812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-6588263518010213902009-04-29T15:00:00.000-07:002009-05-01T15:09:08.797-07:00Have You Seen This Man? Foul Play in the Bozo Project!<span style="font-family:courier new;">We must report some extremely disturbing news involving a Bozo cut down in the prime of his life before being documented and accepted into the Bozo Project. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">On Tuesday, April 21st, we received this email at Bozo Project Headquarters: “<em>We have a bozo, facing South on 22nd St., across the parking lot from the last building on the blog. We also got ours this past holiday party and he has been around the office since then. When we found this blog we had to put him in a window and submit it!”</em> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">We were out of town on a biz trip and advised the party that we’d look into it when we returned on Monday, April 25th. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">For reasons unknown, I was early/on time for work that Monday and decided to check out this new Bozo for myself and get some pics for cataloguing. But I didn’t see any evidence of a new Bozo on 22nd. So I gave up and cockily showed up for work on time. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I emailed the 22nd Street Bozo person to say I was unable to substantiate their claim. I received this response: <em>“Sadly our Bozo has gone missing after being with us for over 4 months. My theory is that upper management had enough of him and “took care of it.” I posted the attached flyer around the office to see if we could get some info. Overall, it’s a sad, sad day here…”</em> </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9YCrugns00k4tc5DsJhqP-YskVZUmPKMAeCJ6J46VQMNCGpU6iPsXLjCE1oP2_pzShgJrlEzqrJok9TqSuylHJam1XCuGKaPNXZpXLv6KMS4jAbQ8eTH9bNFU-3M3kqSKOlyjrxRP6E/s1600-h/MISSING_0001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330979607018264162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9YCrugns00k4tc5DsJhqP-YskVZUmPKMAeCJ6J46VQMNCGpU6iPsXLjCE1oP2_pzShgJrlEzqrJok9TqSuylHJam1XCuGKaPNXZpXLv6KMS4jAbQ8eTH9bNFU-3M3kqSKOlyjrxRP6E/s320/MISSING_0001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Who would do such a thing? What kind of a maniac would perpetrate such a callous act? Exterminating a Bozo? Kidnapping a Bozo? Unacceptable! Who is this person? I want them off the streets and tested for all sorts of things! Immediately!</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Another gut-wrenching element to the story is that 22nd Street Bozo’s view was of none other than, the heartbreak trio of 21st Street – The Endeavor Bozos. Did they even know they were the objects of 22nd Street Bozo’s affections? Did they care? Or were the Endeavor Bozos still too caught up in the glitz, glamour and allure of H&S’s Bozos?</span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0SdXWLl9CXZbq_UTDyoqU_y7ZN3bUd19rnb_Wg4redlzpyhENdnonhOeixYD9f_PPwrVCHZXpsvZ52S7xmBIkCS1YJlRq3ton_cI_X8zEnXEPq-dBIVy42U2chKg3MCOThWEikXZ3aQc/s1600-h/bozo_view.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330979474875962706" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0SdXWLl9CXZbq_UTDyoqU_y7ZN3bUd19rnb_Wg4redlzpyhENdnonhOeixYD9f_PPwrVCHZXpsvZ52S7xmBIkCS1YJlRq3ton_cI_X8zEnXEPq-dBIVy42U2chKg3MCOThWEikXZ3aQc/s320/bozo_view.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Although we never saw him with our own eyes, we accept 22nd Street Bozo into the Bozo Project posthumously? In absentia? A first for us and hopefully something never to be repeated…</span></div>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10523065364448649812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-33067669284938329202009-04-22T01:26:00.000-07:002009-05-07T01:28:08.971-07:00April Showers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4t_zlROcJFyLIkJk7WtW_PnnFlBl7fO7GLMJZMdM2jNrCuKcK6nR80nQ1-kYUQho4juNq01zdIxgJbQBcspG-xJQYFxKw8GNrfcCKeR1_Pn4dmT5RVEkTNgSvjQEgUhPkhJgD8-QPfDk/s1600-h/aprilshowers.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4t_zlROcJFyLIkJk7WtW_PnnFlBl7fO7GLMJZMdM2jNrCuKcK6nR80nQ1-kYUQho4juNq01zdIxgJbQBcspG-xJQYFxKw8GNrfcCKeR1_Pn4dmT5RVEkTNgSvjQEgUhPkhJgD8-QPfDk/s320/aprilshowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332995862448326050" /></a>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10523065364448649812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-76490444776890460262009-04-17T07:50:00.000-07:002009-04-28T07:57:56.659-07:00The Passion is Palbable<span style="font-family:courier new;">You can practically taste the passion Bozos 21-23 have for their neighboring Bozos at H&S. And what do they get? NOTHING. Nothing in return. Spurned. Snubbed. Ignored. But do they stop trying? No. They have love on their minds and in their hearts. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibBEjUoCxEsRBc9g71iJ1ArtyEYDpAqqrP5Vkit87T437vc7DdAkcVQLqFdfZiQDsz7jfCZyp7G18QW-AKq9VXh7y_eEUyCDJ3a_WBI2MWYryzi8WTHwJhSoeqm1Omp4-7XDoiDPWpPY/s1600-h/Bozos+21-23+missing+you_2.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329755279827375026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibBEjUoCxEsRBc9g71iJ1ArtyEYDpAqqrP5Vkit87T437vc7DdAkcVQLqFdfZiQDsz7jfCZyp7G18QW-AKq9VXh7y_eEUyCDJ3a_WBI2MWYryzi8WTHwJhSoeqm1Omp4-7XDoiDPWpPY/s320/Bozos+21-23+missing+you_2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">And who couldn’t love these guys? Look at how they express their individuality: Bozo #21 - He’s a low key kinda guy not fazed by labels or couture. He prefers to keep it real and simple. He’s no one’s billboard. A loner, yet wiling to take a chance on love and life. Bozo #22 - His cowboy hat says to the world “Hey world. I’m a cowboy. Look at my hat if you don’t believe me. But I’m no rodeo clown.” Bozo #23 This mod Bozo sports a natty scarf to attract the objects of his affections. A well-dressed Bozo is never out of fashion.</span></span>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10523065364448649812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-54973130313058168382009-04-16T22:35:00.000-07:002009-04-28T05:18:17.786-07:00The Bozo Project Goes International<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfroA_fCr00cUg8ya8LW10BZAZq4bWbLvcyUszdWelnw1aMhsagMBbOZuJCOSrZeWt8Xld6rT161Nk6IS6hg8a-ur67jSUIdR9YBJpBHUqM3jID8gGjtPzBmJCcZZpgC4s7j7_8jh2M0/s1600-h/vancouverbozo-2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfroA_fCr00cUg8ya8LW10BZAZq4bWbLvcyUszdWelnw1aMhsagMBbOZuJCOSrZeWt8Xld6rT161Nk6IS6hg8a-ur67jSUIdR9YBJpBHUqM3jID8gGjtPzBmJCcZZpgC4s7j7_8jh2M0/s320/vancouverbozo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329713914697038482" /></a><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-size:11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Behold. He had hopes of being The Bozo Project’s first international outpost and he achieved that dream. Please welcome our first international Bozo Project participant, Vancouver Opera Bozo! He stands guard at 835 Cambie Street, Vancouver, BC.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiZ55dB6vmIF_oPqxMiE5dN4xxY9J7J8X9J60NpJ5D6e2z_H3da8IcnPARbHcX9oZwAXLI3LaYd4OcgVTipNCIL34xHpluFvj-pek3-yWfv5ifz6wyEtkyNJ2JFyp61PAMtDQH-pjOpI/s1600-h/vancouverbozo-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiZ55dB6vmIF_oPqxMiE5dN4xxY9J7J8X9J60NpJ5D6e2z_H3da8IcnPARbHcX9oZwAXLI3LaYd4OcgVTipNCIL34xHpluFvj-pek3-yWfv5ifz6wyEtkyNJ2JFyp61PAMtDQH-pjOpI/s320/vancouverbozo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329711717444818546" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Look at him. Love him. Respect him. So proud. So cultural. So inaugural.</span></span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBmj2F1Av4BXUu3G-9tnPaiqNhQMN32-SKjHpAwhzUKiPKAM55r74VeupU3p1vdbVv3vy_5aS7qPdrIOR83qErX8khwrWscZLTMrZ0jXurSHEqEZqykEVyirKu96G4TWamT2xxnhJRXso/s1600-h/vancouverbozo-3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBmj2F1Av4BXUu3G-9tnPaiqNhQMN32-SKjHpAwhzUKiPKAM55r74VeupU3p1vdbVv3vy_5aS7qPdrIOR83qErX8khwrWscZLTMrZ0jXurSHEqEZqykEVyirKu96G4TWamT2xxnhJRXso/s320/vancouverbozo-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329712336102108066" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The intended target for this Bozo is an international school across the street. How daring! How provocative! I smell espionage and intrigue! Trust no one!</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You can follow the results of Vancouver Opera Bozo’s mission in these two blogs (Note: These are not entirely Bozo P blogs. These are personal, smartie, good reads. Unlike the Bozo P.)</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;"><a href="http://bottlinglightning.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">http://bottlinglightning.blogspot.com</span></span></a></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;"><a href="http://wildsheepchasing.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">http://wildsheepchasing.wordpress.com</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Photos by Ling Chan</span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->bozohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15477548106223758323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-85023350056264235572009-04-13T18:58:00.000-07:002009-04-13T19:05:53.904-07:00Hello from…21st Street? Huh? What??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVvOOgY7yhA3w3xzMH2N48Zh00wsO2VrDpvcYlmHi1WK5G3Q8aOt-bdt0j2CMgvHCa1MPo2Jsgva3QiA_siOW56gokEmOwrN83X3CBl5ll6t-8MAiUPtSYmW6QG-rBNtOnFqyURERwiI/s1600-h/bozos_003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVvOOgY7yhA3w3xzMH2N48Zh00wsO2VrDpvcYlmHi1WK5G3Q8aOt-bdt0j2CMgvHCa1MPo2Jsgva3QiA_siOW56gokEmOwrN83X3CBl5ll6t-8MAiUPtSYmW6QG-rBNtOnFqyURERwiI/s320/bozos_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324361628487123298" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEAuu6sBQk4De6JL7ajCEU_3C8pGLm46h0Nw2vgAuBg3SojOtdkosI7s6lmv6-_3sQ3pF7XOGJrzp6aKHULpLVE4Vk3TWg2gPYudeG_Jve3rzsHksxCQq5CDexjjV5hH6eAFaGUTgb9rQ/s1600-h/bozos_002.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEAuu6sBQk4De6JL7ajCEU_3C8pGLm46h0Nw2vgAuBg3SojOtdkosI7s6lmv6-_3sQ3pF7XOGJrzp6aKHULpLVE4Vk3TWg2gPYudeG_Jve3rzsHksxCQq5CDexjjV5hH6eAFaGUTgb9rQ/s320/bozos_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324361622234303410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGp9YerU1t60ApH9U9v9z6tOYN_Uo_uSh6iBGdbUkAMY52SOZOBQBmWp61uzUYHRCD2_TTqUcomK0OF0Xt2SMaD8NOupn-ZlT5NOAV3VyZ88O0x1OqF_TqFYgdbx6DOZDPeUyp035ftzk/s1600-h/bozos_001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGp9YerU1t60ApH9U9v9z6tOYN_Uo_uSh6iBGdbUkAMY52SOZOBQBmWp61uzUYHRCD2_TTqUcomK0OF0Xt2SMaD8NOupn-ZlT5NOAV3VyZ88O0x1OqF_TqFYgdbx6DOZDPeUyp035ftzk/s320/bozos_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324361620623337026" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Hello from 21</span></span></span><span style=""><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">st</span></span></sup></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Street, NYC” say these three (3!) new, pioneering, regulation, 46”, full-size Bozos. We just received word that these happy guys were born at Endeavor Studios. You may ask: “Really, come on…pioneers? How can they be described as such?” “Outrageous!” “That’s pretty hefty praise. I need proof!” “Is it deserved, this honorable and powerful title of ‘pioneers’ that you’ve bestowed upon them?” Yes. We think so, because these are the first Bozos on 21</span></span></span><span style=""><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">st</span></span></sup></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> (aside from us and H&S) to join the Bozo Project. And in such a bold fashion! To come out blazing with three (3!) Bozos! Endeavor Studios does not fuck around! They are staking their claim and boldly announcing their arrival as the newest Bozos on the block. Impressive. We especially love that they are faced so that they can see their Bozo friends at Harrison & Star.</span></span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10523065364448649812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-31331147729102578172009-04-02T23:11:00.000-07:002009-04-28T08:24:16.935-07:00Bozo Calling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnOdp8q6YwreYXQs_ceUoQQwYqW0ZFKf0pCXDfTt3yHz3ggdMUAPeg6WV0jb9ukE4k51BnbsCss1DFLT_3P_E9PufWbYIM-qBD4ot6UNuLk1SOYWjZePGwA6kd9u-DiJGxqajBQdj83A/s1600-h/BozoPhone.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329693000814406914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnOdp8q6YwreYXQs_ceUoQQwYqW0ZFKf0pCXDfTt3yHz3ggdMUAPeg6WV0jb9ukE4k51BnbsCss1DFLT_3P_E9PufWbYIM-qBD4ot6UNuLk1SOYWjZePGwA6kd9u-DiJGxqajBQdj83A/s320/BozoPhone.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span">This beautiful technological wonder was again, submitted by Palmyra Delran, who tells us “Oh...and yes...the nose lights up when it rings.”</span> </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;">This is one caller I would not dodge. I'd pick up on the first ring. Hello, Bozo. I’ve been waiting for your call. Do you love me?<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"></p></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioLy5dOEdqR3HBL7Noz9kRAE4H4jLE3-Ug4kMT8AjNeuLVSytTKrRTNaLcWXbAxtEEJznATC3kwnwIBLkIs_1j2QpH0CQKBfWudqmbXnBolyBXFv2Z8tEjEoyGZgc5Kjj0XvbM1O-rgVI/s1600-h/bozophoneback.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329692998916616226" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioLy5dOEdqR3HBL7Noz9kRAE4H4jLE3-Ug4kMT8AjNeuLVSytTKrRTNaLcWXbAxtEEJznATC3kwnwIBLkIs_1j2QpH0CQKBfWudqmbXnBolyBXFv2Z8tEjEoyGZgc5Kjj0XvbM1O-rgVI/s320/bozophoneback.jpg" border="0" /></a></span> <p></p></span>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10523065364448649812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-34611653418584191282009-04-01T16:01:00.001-07:002009-04-01T16:08:09.673-07:00Hello from Boston<span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Look at this friendly little guy dropping in to say "hello." Not sure of his number as of yet. But we recognize and accept him as an official Bozo Project participant. He lives on Federal Street in Boston. And looks very important.</span><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUg8mdRgHTG30Rp_0AAEfV2WTVQ9JpehZl2Gr05ZcXlgsTmESkP7SOBuIs3IR7ruvqud_Z_GWbufHI-qMNmEzyK1LxFkTRKv35lCVC_xGF1RTLHKRDxmQEGDSJ_D7swPTIWqqcP8WGEwE/s1600-h/BostonBozo2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319862675382176306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUg8mdRgHTG30Rp_0AAEfV2WTVQ9JpehZl2Gr05ZcXlgsTmESkP7SOBuIs3IR7ruvqud_Z_GWbufHI-qMNmEzyK1LxFkTRKv35lCVC_xGF1RTLHKRDxmQEGDSJ_D7swPTIWqqcP8WGEwE/s320/BostonBozo2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLxZUaccjTRwCw5fb18htW7EzdDFPIqufLHWXq2HHjz-TBcC9CCa0TAo9qfwPFUkzqQeLBt8Xu1C1ql8_eDkDR0eXqF0KTfpj8TTrUEv5KCUvz_TPNsC2wFe-5qsQIPc0taLxRRujIl2Y/s1600-h/BostonBozo1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319862672200320962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLxZUaccjTRwCw5fb18htW7EzdDFPIqufLHWXq2HHjz-TBcC9CCa0TAo9qfwPFUkzqQeLBt8Xu1C1ql8_eDkDR0eXqF0KTfpj8TTrUEv5KCUvz_TPNsC2wFe-5qsQIPc0taLxRRujIl2Y/s320/BostonBozo1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10523065364448649812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-42731384862849442942009-03-31T20:47:00.000-07:002009-03-31T21:47:38.465-07:00Joy & The Goddamned Palm Tree<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">fter the blissful assault launched by Harrison and (Rock)Star, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">all we could do was smil</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">e. Watching the Bozos unfold made me feel like I was watching fireworks. Mouth agape, smiling, anticipating. It looked incredible but it felt even better. What a stupid and amazing site! I loved every second of it. It was pure happiness. It may have meant nothing to anyone else, but to me, and I know to Matt, it was a huge sense of joy.</span></span></span></span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The moments leading up to the reveal were frantic and spastic. I felt a bit uncomfortable because all the antics were being filmed (more on that at a later date). So there I was, yelling, hiding behind the column in the office, pacing back and forth, more yelling, screaming about the visible Bozo (on their side), wanting to hide more, hoping I didn't end up looking like Bea Arthur on film, etc...it was all exciting and ludicrous. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After the big reveal, one thing really bothered me. The odd choice by H&S to include a huge (6'?) palm tree threw me at first. I didn't get it. Or like it. I thought it was a cheap and desperate move. At that point, they might as well have just put "Happy Birthday" or "Forty & Fabulous" balloons in the windows. This was the Bozo Project! Not the Any-Bullshit-Inflatable-Toy-or-Decoration-You-Can-Find-Project. But then something was pointed out to me that stopped me in my tracks. Deb Noonan (writer of the NY Magazine article and who was with us the morning of the attack) said that it was directly facing our own (real) palm tree. It was true. VideoHelper does have this giant palm tree looming in the corner and facing out the window. Facing...you-know-who. And they'd just upped the level of attack. Now it was truly personal! Now they were attacking our flora! I was outraged!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But I was too busy spazzing out and smiling that I didn't have time to make the connection. I couldn't draw any conclusions, because all I could do was laugh. And that's a pretty nice experience - happy bliss. Unfortunately, life isn't like that 24/7 (or even 2/7 most days), which is why I think The Bozo Project has struck a chord with people. It's just happy and ridiculous. It's sole purpose is to communicate joy. What's wrong with that? We've noticed some comments on blogs, etc...that are simply miserable and hate the whole thing. For those of you with no soul or remote shred of a sense of humor, to you, our Bozos say</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> "Blow me."</span></span></span></div></div>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10523065364448649812noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-78318588172508589652009-03-30T09:10:00.000-07:002009-03-30T11:38:06.463-07:00Shock and Awe from Harrison & Star<span style="font-family:courier new;">this morning was witness to a staggering surge of bozos (13 in all!) on the side of Harrison & Star. needless to say, we're still recovering from the assault. words fail to capture the sheer spectacle of three floors of windows, each ocupied by a single bozo. amazing.<br /><br />we arrived early to see no new activity across the street. indeed, we were still skeptical that our bozo rivals were either over-ambitious in their retaliation plans, or simply carrying on with an ever-dissolving bluff. even bozo #1 looked as though he was ready to give in, with his "it's coming.." sign barely hanging on to his brightly colored chest.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/SdDwsu4KUXI/AAAAAAAAADs/nfrP1n01QBE/s1600-h/DSCF2830+FULL.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/SdDwsu4KUXI/AAAAAAAAADs/nfrP1n01QBE/s320/DSCF2830+FULL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015811213054322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">photo: Deborah Snoonian<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/SdDyMjHEi3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jo5zEix2mwA/s1600-h/DSCF2831.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/SdDyMjHEi3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jo5zEix2mwA/s320/DSCF2831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319017457321806706" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-style: italic;">photo: Deborah Snoonian</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />but then (but then!) we noticed something: the blinds were drawn in each of the windows of the floor above bozo #1, whereas they had previously always stayed open. they were clearly planning something, but what? but here was where H&S made their only mistake in this maneuver: the feet of a bozo were clearly visible from under one set of miniblinds!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/SdDws-K_fGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YvbOvde8G4I/s1600-h/DSCF2830.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/SdDws-K_fGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YvbOvde8G4I/s320/DSCF2830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015815318568034" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-style: italic;">photo: Deborah Snoonian</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />was it a mistake? or was it intentional? was that brave bozo sent out before the rest of the troops to create a diversion and draw our attention away from the force amassing in the shadows? perhaps we'll never know. regardless, we were not prepared for what was about to be unveiled.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/SdDwtUCoeeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9pEAsIHI08Q/s1600-h/DSCF2836.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/SdDwtUCoeeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9pEAsIHI08Q/s320/DSCF2836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015821189085666" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-style: italic;">photo: Deborah Snoonian</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/SdDwtFGfwHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gklQccwNpgw/s1600-h/DSCF2840.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/SdDwtFGfwHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gklQccwNpgw/s320/DSCF2840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015817178759282" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-style: italic;">photo: Deborah Snoonian</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />incredible. the sight is even more impressive than what we pictured when we first conceived the project. all we could do in response was wave a white flag. not out of surrender, but rather out of recognition of a remarkable execution. we can now see Harrison & Star not as wartime rivals, but rather as allies for a common cause.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/SdDwtuJXu8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/k3ZNsJsy_f4/s1600-h/DSCF2837.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/SdDwtuJXu8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/k3ZNsJsy_f4/s320/DSCF2837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015828196670402" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-style: italic;">photo: Deborah Snoonian</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />the adrenaline is still too high right now to accurately assess today's events, let alone discuss the next stage of the bozo project. please stay tuned for reactions/thoughts/etc. after the emotions recede.<br /><br />all we can say is, well done, Harrison & Star, or as betsy referred to them, Harrison & Rockstar.<br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-40268835509542680922009-03-28T00:50:00.000-07:002009-03-28T06:12:00.344-07:00We're Watching YOU, Harrison & Star.<span style="font-family:courier new;"><a href="http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2009/03/the_22nd_street_battle_of_the.html">An interesting new development.</a><br /><br />nice move, H&S. see you monday..</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-65398983722249136762009-03-27T13:24:00.000-07:002009-03-30T04:46:33.118-07:00The Time for Action<span style="font-family:courier new;">lots of activity today in the project. first of all, I have to say, we’ve been rather disappointed by our partners across the street. for several days now the original bozo has been talking some pretty substantial talk, while continuing to walk very little walk. after we launched bozo #3 (our second), #1 displayed a “stay tuned…” sign (very original), and tuned we stayed – for nothing. then the sign was replaced with “it’s coming,” again, with no additional activity after two days of promises. we’re beginning to think that they terribly underestimated what exactly they got themselves into.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/Sc3PcxLXt4I/AAAAAAAAADE/949Z88rImvA/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/Sc3PcxLXt4I/AAAAAAAAADE/949Z88rImvA/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318134828138739586" border="0" /></a><br /><br />also, they have been foolish (brash? arrogant? daring?) enough to let themselves be seen maneuvering their bozo, changing his sign, or taking pictures of our assaults. there was even a brief period today when their window stood vacant! i repeat: bozo #1 left his post in broad daylight!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/Sc3PdYtW2OI/AAAAAAAAADM/_zCThXq0QRQ/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/Sc3PdYtW2OI/AAAAAAAAADM/_zCThXq0QRQ/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318134838750271714" border="0" /></a><br /><br />meanwhile, we’ve spend days on end hiding in office plants, diving behind frosted glass barriers, camouflaging ourselves in copier toner and shredded company letterhead, waiting only until the right moments to move undetected at each step. i don’t know what kind of bush league, mickey mouse, amateur operation they’re running over there, but they had better get their act together if they want to hang with us.<br /><br />so today, we decided that we have no choice. if they refuse to act, then we must. we had to force their hand, to call their bluff, to show them that they fucked with the wrong people.<br /></span><br /><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/Sc3PdZPD3qI/AAAAAAAAADU/-J8NG_3SiDI/s1600-h/IMG_0283.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/Sc3PdZPD3qI/AAAAAAAAADU/-J8NG_3SiDI/s320/IMG_0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318134838891634338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/Sc3PdTr7F1I/AAAAAAAAADc/J0QqbMfIZCs/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/Sc3PdTr7F1I/AAAAAAAAADc/J0QqbMfIZCs/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318134837402081106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">after a week or so of waiting in the wings, anxiously anticipating the original bozo’s oft-promised, though as of yet never-delivered, responses, bozos #4 and #5 were finally deployed (with stealth! with style!). i can only imaging what their reaction was to the sight of 4 (4!) bozos proudly staring at them from across the street, defying them to step up their game and take action or to step down and leave the bozo project to the professionals. let it be known, north side: we WILL cover this block in bozos, whether or not you have anything to do with it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">here are betsy’s thoughts on today:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" ><blockquote><span class="fullpost"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >this morning was a blur for me. a mix of adrenaline and stealth. i found myself crawling on the office floor, yelling at matt to "cover me! i'm gong in", installing the new bozos with both bozo project matts (matt r & matt f) hiding in the office palm tree, and performing taxidermy on a bozo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >the north side bozos had the gaul to actually take pictures of our bozos IN BROAD DAYLIGHT. what crust! what nerve! we witnessed the entire thing. amateur move. the bozo project requires stealth! we tossed around the thought that maybe they were taking pics to start their own blog? could it be? interesting move, north side...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" >either way, any moves within the bozo project need to be made subtly. and i think we're excelling in that capacity.</span></span></blockquote></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" ></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">all in all, it’s been an eventful/emotional day. between the startling reality check of bozo #2’s death and the frantic covert-opts of today’s mission, we’ve been on quite the emotional rollercoaster. we’re having a hard time predicting what their next move will be, but agree that it will be difficult for them to continue to sit idly after today’s attack. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/Sc3PdkwkU2I/AAAAAAAAADk/JMD-e-NoqkY/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/Sc3PdkwkU2I/AAAAAAAAADk/JMD-e-NoqkY/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318134841984963426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-70982457311312763082009-03-26T23:25:00.000-07:002009-03-27T23:51:30.169-07:00Funeral & Resurrection of a Friend<img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnJVD_wLB_Vq89bszuj3PhOjgAqi6qFjRlWFpC6NKfKwM1UdHJOgzGsUKiKXYUOb8wAOk70UElt6M9JZtiNUqH6l63qbUmTe-C6Onq_3WPkjTQ03QlX2Nef8BRaABMxawoMPgiPHJXqI/s320/dyingbozo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318123143968501074" /><br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBpWkKazVJBOUg68GUcA-ACKNgMy2IqU5MrCrZo5LgnlEbL1fNqRUaAr5xDx0zEiy0M6p3LcQS5LFXnNDpB9hlH4vdPPXx_kn_wGD0cptNdYRV_Bkk48qzKNn5susNPmXq-HF_w-cWBw/s320/VHgraveyard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318123151030242994" /><br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG74oJILJtosdj6as6Z3vZurD6CocSceMNAPy9A7ZiwsRc97Du-W99XPtkFz3nqMB_UcBs4A5rh1grRDk697GOOm2aY6X38DMSuhx7371skh6K2qQzRv_JSxztdwU-S3gLVbYnaFLrOT4/s320/taxidermy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318123141906464338" /><br /><div>After days of full-tilt denial regarding Bozo #2's declining health, Matt and I finally came to the harrowing decision to literally pull the plus on Bozo #2. This decision didn't come lightly as we had grown so attached to our new pal. He was, after all, responsible for the entire Bozo Project. But his time was up. He served his project well and like eery great revolutionary, he made his mark on this world and left change and heavy hearts behind. We had spent several days agonizing over the impending death, asking each other rhetorical questions like "His leaks aren't that bad, right?" and "He still looks good. Nope. No change from yesterday...right?" But each time we looked at our newly-acquired Bozo #3 in his proud, erect state, and then back at Bozo #2, we had to accept the cruel fate that life dealt us. Bozo #3 was now set to assume the role of dominant silverback of our Bozo group and Bozo #2, soon to be remembered only in our hearts. Although we can't take responsibility for Bozo #2's death (it's not healthy to blame ourselves), perhaps we should have been more careful in choosing his initial place in the window? We had put him directly in the office graveyard. That mess of a shelf where co-worker Maura's gorgeous bonsai tree died within seconds and no one ever bothered to throw out its rotting corpse.</div><div>As for Matt and I, clearly we weren't quite ready to give up on Bozo #2. While preparing to bury him, we decided to taxidermy him instead. HE WILL NOW LIVE FOREVER. He may no longer be boppable, or able to stand on his own accord, but stuffed with shredded paper, a crumpled NY Post and some bubble wrap, our warrior (and YOURS) will live on and on. And on. And on...</div>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10523065364448649812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-44925273001774392542009-03-24T10:48:00.000-07:002009-03-24T10:56:16.897-07:00Welcome, Bozo #6<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIt1vYsTj0Bnh587-5UDh6F7WLpkG14nJu3AJarhDPQMU16zg09XTiTNVMrJc33zqdxin_bU7O6UqmQZGb8mdSIuHk1icGgDnjncEL5UGWjdbNYWYFfRfxFe4nliK3QAkQLxsC5QKaggU/s1600-h/Bozo+in+Vegas+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316814169437607330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIt1vYsTj0Bnh587-5UDh6F7WLpkG14nJu3AJarhDPQMU16zg09XTiTNVMrJc33zqdxin_bU7O6UqmQZGb8mdSIuHk1icGgDnjncEL5UGWjdbNYWYFfRfxFe4nliK3QAkQLxsC5QKaggU/s320/Bozo+in+Vegas+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAIVmN4gM-Hm2b9hDqMw61mJ_cBJuhp2XRvFUZBSF0CuKGDHyXn1dMZGuE1fOO2HXxROIPt30B8n6MZ4SIfC4wZQGfL9nYpE6JfpnI56Q9GG_LodpMzIrqz__UabAFxAZ_ZPweerzCoZg/s1600-h/Bozo+in+Vegas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316814159429992674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAIVmN4gM-Hm2b9hDqMw61mJ_cBJuhp2XRvFUZBSF0CuKGDHyXn1dMZGuE1fOO2HXxROIPt30B8n6MZ4SIfC4wZQGfL9nYpE6JfpnI56Q9GG_LodpMzIrqz__UabAFxAZ_ZPweerzCoZg/s320/Bozo+in+Vegas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Submitted by Brad in Las Vegas. Please welcome Bozo #6. Working under harsh, oppressive cruelty, Brad (not his real name) is unable to display a full Bozo Bop Bag in his office window. However, this brave warrior is defying his superiors and is risking life and limb to participate in The Bozo Project. After careful consideration, although not an official Bozo Bop Bag, we accept his submission and recognize his Bozo photo as The Bozo Project's Bozo #6.</div></div>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10523065364448649812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-3077759648329084952009-03-22T19:58:00.000-07:002009-04-01T16:15:17.021-07:00Hello from the East Village, NYC<span style="font-family:courier new;">This little fellow and his friends arrived by way of rocker Palmyra Delran of <em>The Friggs</em> & <em>the Palmyra Delran Band</em>. They look like a nice crew, right? This Bozo looks very happy to have such supportive friends. He's an excellent addition to the Bozo Project.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWB-_W273ZXsbyDMEi5o1Aah0tMwxIFAfG1gBx-E1BunXTV0T1MuykoU9MPgIznmFjuuOMi34H3gdsMXVrNZh7Q7mYcjmP2d7jTP2glIFXdHHQ5PzcrbcWX2oFDsBA6bCAtOgeZPFK91E/s1600-h/Mini+Bozo+Bag.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319864661247881522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWB-_W273ZXsbyDMEi5o1Aah0tMwxIFAfG1gBx-E1BunXTV0T1MuykoU9MPgIznmFjuuOMi34H3gdsMXVrNZh7Q7mYcjmP2d7jTP2glIFXdHHQ5PzcrbcWX2oFDsBA6bCAtOgeZPFK91E/s320/Mini+Bozo+Bag.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span> </div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><br /><div></div>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10523065364448649812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-80620188845169218262009-03-19T13:28:00.000-07:002009-03-19T13:44:49.064-07:00We Are Staying Tuned...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQz_dVWSPnY86MM1BzG6VlAV8PGdmRpdzeDmg9XliCOSbad_Ff0K3C0HQZn9HC6dP_lIDufKZFQmufJmP8AB4jyWjRFtC9OeVkW3tPhsyqgvlA9id2SMYzYdsO9bUl-5m3_0EhO8JvHw/s1600-h/Bozo+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315001817393681042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQz_dVWSPnY86MM1BzG6VlAV8PGdmRpdzeDmg9XliCOSbad_Ff0K3C0HQZn9HC6dP_lIDufKZFQmufJmP8AB4jyWjRFtC9OeVkW3tPhsyqgvlA9id2SMYzYdsO9bUl-5m3_0EhO8JvHw/s320/Bozo+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">It’s on. Shit. Is. On. Bozo #1 is sporting a “Stay Tuned” sign today. A sign? Or a GAUNTLET? What do our north side neighbors have planned? Are they ready to debut another Bozo? Because we’re twice as ready. We’re ready for whatever they’ve got. I have Bozo #s 4 & 5 sitting on my floor and they are anxious. ANXIOUS to be born. I can’t let them out of the box yet though. Even though I hear them stirring and weeping, they need to incubate another day.<br /><br />I must say, so far, well done original Bozo. Well done…</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvznAiQWRnKQMpmJqH1AuUjHHZ-66JWfkDX8yA7b1dWXeLud9ad_3ZTTtcAJjNHsG3plX50-Ixjb1p7WL7984GGXx7HqqgWtoRbeZHDcqPNVwaGNYMPto0qmWxsfDqlXPu056lSDdPPo/s1600-h/Bozo+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315001828221751042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvznAiQWRnKQMpmJqH1AuUjHHZ-66JWfkDX8yA7b1dWXeLud9ad_3ZTTtcAJjNHsG3plX50-Ixjb1p7WL7984GGXx7HqqgWtoRbeZHDcqPNVwaGNYMPto0qmWxsfDqlXPu056lSDdPPo/s320/Bozo+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Also, someone by the initials of LG emailed me today to say: “ <em>I went on the Bozo site and got one look at the deflated wrinkly scoliosis-back Bozo peering sadly out the window and shut it down immediately! I am livid! I will need to take it all in when I calm down</em>.”</span></div></div></div></div></div></div>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10523065364448649812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-28079972827766427062009-03-18T19:50:00.000-07:002009-03-18T21:48:03.355-07:00Bozo #3's Arrival<span style="font-family:courier new;">after watching our first bozo (#2 in the project) slowly die over the weekend, we received a much-needed package today:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/ScG0PbGZiMI/AAAAAAAAABE/FagNaldHrhI/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/ScG0PbGZiMI/AAAAAAAAABE/FagNaldHrhI/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314727212339529922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">welcome bozo #3!</span><br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">it's been such a sad sight. the bozo that, as far as we're concerned, started the project itself, reduced to a lump of vinyl and sand.</span></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/ScG1MSofWOI/AAAAAAAAABM/B-YQE4TILo8/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/ScG1MSofWOI/AAAAAAAAABM/B-YQE4TILo8/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314728258038618338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/ScG1v8ccxKI/AAAAAAAAABU/h5VPwznG2Lo/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EhuFVnWMr4U/ScG1v8ccxKI/AAAAAAAAABU/h5VPwznG2Lo/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314728870557828258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">we quickly got bozo #3 ready for action (including a very stealthy bozo-swap maneuver), and restored #2 to his original glory. i must say, the sight of the two bozos standing proudly in the windows was quite inspiring. i can only imagine how it looked from across the street.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">it is interesting, however, that bozo #3's arrival caused no reaction from #1's side. at one point, we noticed some activity in the window, but there has been no change in their bozo (still sporting his "beefcake" sign). we'll see if things change tomorrow - they have no idea what is in store for them. let the bozo assault begin.</span><br /><br /><table> <tbody><tr> <td><a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e45/cowboyscene/IMG_0250.jpg" target="_blank"><img weight="100" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e45/cowboyscene/IMG_0250.jpg" alt="inflating #3" border="0" height="100" /></a> </td> <td><a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e45/cowboyscene/IMG_0255.jpg" target="_blank"><img weight="100" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e45/cowboyscene/IMG_0255.jpg" alt="#3 ready for his debut" border="0" height="100" /></a> </td> <td><a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e45/cowboyscene/IMG_0257.jpg" target="_blank"><img weight="100" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e45/cowboyscene/IMG_0257.jpg" alt="switching #2 & #3" border="0" height="100" /></a> </td> </tr><br /><tr> <td><a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e45/cowboyscene/IMG_0258.jpg" target="_blank"><img weight="100" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e45/cowboyscene/IMG_0258.jpg" alt="#3 in action" border="0" height="100" /></a> </td> <td><a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e45/cowboyscene/IMG_0262.jpg" target="_blank"><img weight="100" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e45/cowboyscene/IMG_0262.jpg" alt="#2 & #3" border="0" height="100" /></a> </td> <td><a href="http://s36.photobucket.com/albums/e45/cowboyscene/IMG_0264.jpg" target="_blank"><img weight="100" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e45/cowboyscene/IMG_0264.jpg" alt="dual-bozo assault" border="0" height="100" /></a> </td> </tr> </tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-4395460126147318932009-03-17T23:24:00.000-07:002009-03-18T21:49:26.911-07:00Bozo's Existential Crisis<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">an interesting thought occurred to us as we were waiting for our next wave of bozos to arrive. we were admiring the touching poignancy of the (dis)connection between the two original bozos. the longing between these brightly-colored inanimate objects was palpable. however, as surreal as the sight was, the most remarkable thing was how <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">exclusive</span> it was. here we have two 46" bozo the clown bop bags, locked hopelessly in each other's gaze, though separated forever by glass, brick, and 75 feet of manhattan air, but the only way to experience the situation is to stand immediately behind one of them. that means only someone in our office or in their office will feel the heart-wrenching power of the exchange (or, at the very least, understand what is really happening).</span><br /><span class="fullpost"><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">someone in an office on the north side of the street will see our bozo and think that there is little more behind it than a few co-workers' feeble attempt at brightening the soul-crushing monotony of their office environment, thus prolonging their miserable existence for at least a few more days. it's a bit more exciting than casual friday, but a step below burning the building to the ground.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">conversely, perhaps the construction workers next door mistook bozo #1's "hey beefcake" sign as a thinly-veiled, though strangely delivered, indication of sexual interest. or, worse yet, a humiliating public attack on the heavier men in the group.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">whatever the interpretation (this is, of course, assuming that anyone will notice at all), it will always be incomplete. it is impossible for an onlooker to grasp what's truly happening. only one bozo can exist at any given time to anyone not in either of our offices.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">i was never much one for the "if a tree falls in the woods and no one is around..." debate, but it all makes sense now. one bozo's existence is only validated when contextualized by another. in other words, a bozo only begins to truly exist when connected to another one. this is bigger than the two of us; we need everyone's help to give meaning to these poor, lonely clowns. </span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671594298764282675.post-59559937004991059242009-03-15T08:21:00.000-07:002009-03-15T09:33:45.240-07:00The Project Begins<span style="font-family: courier new;">i work on the 7th floor of an office building on the south side of an unremarkable block in the flatiron neighborhood of nyc. sometime last week i noticed a 46" tall bozo the clown punching bag - or as i've since come to know, it's called a "bozo bop bag - in the window of an office on the 8th floor of a building on the north side of the block.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdqAJpBOIn1L5aUDITx6xEfpWxc7xGNKLo3W-KozBZc6a1Db6IN3AE2n9tsBkzQNq7SE8i-gG7SEjSKJU7HyZA7ZDGxZgldPK-2Q8HBHWzdIwBpCo3D72dChrr98H4LUbp1sBvc36X1MQ/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdqAJpBOIn1L5aUDITx6xEfpWxc7xGNKLo3W-KozBZc6a1Db6IN3AE2n9tsBkzQNq7SE8i-gG7SEjSKJU7HyZA7ZDGxZgldPK-2Q8HBHWzdIwBpCo3D72dChrr98H4LUbp1sBvc36X1MQ/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313435702582117266" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">i asked my co-workers if they'd seen it and matt told me it had been there for a while. maybe "a month or so." how could that be? how could i have never noticed this? it looked so insane and frankly, i was jealous. it seemed like something i would have done. so being as self-centered as i am, i took it as a personal affront.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">i told matt that i was going to order one online and put it in our window.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">we decided that we would start a blog and try to figure out how to get others on the block (and perhaps beyond, hint, hint) to display their bozos. we would create this pretentious piece of public art that would be so stupid it couldn't be considered pretentious. so matt takes some great pictures, gets the blog up and running (he's all like that and shit) and we're good-to-go.</span><br /><span class="fullpost"><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">on thursday 3/12, our bozo, now known as "bozo #2" was ready for his debut.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHMzkpp4AwnnhjLBixKR7TE3tTBfat-YbVYjuH1PkAG7C9QT8JzDoVC9Xx7J1BGkMGW_7NBcaYAtubOObDihpP41M7RGnhhCfb1gb8XaLB9qopa_J-9jcpALX7TRZ_3kZ_uALxcykYIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHMzkpp4AwnnhjLBixKR7TE3tTBfat-YbVYjuH1PkAG7C9QT8JzDoVC9Xx7J1BGkMGW_7NBcaYAtubOObDihpP41M7RGnhhCfb1gb8XaLB9qopa_J-9jcpALX7TRZ_3kZ_uALxcykYIQ/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313436042908453810" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">we put him in the window and remarked how ridiculous this was/is/will be. i wondered what our neighbors would think when/if they saw bozo #2. how long would it take them? would they love it? we both suspected they would appreciate it. we were right.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">but something unexpected happened. once both bozos #1 & #2 were set up, the image was strangely poignant, striking and sad. when you looked at them, they appeared to be desperately longing for each other. two tragic lovers destined to never connect. and it wasn't just me. matt thought the same thing. suddenly we were the architects of gut wrenching disappointment and unrequited love.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Ty1E6T_A9dGnHsIfw3ZR7vg55SQGSTS6Oy_EeUzMIBf0SDLJoTp2U5N6dn7L9urfPmzgXqDBi-nri0GBgVEc3HnY9unA9L3kgHJxCUz7CaCj7SlzLeLp1lB5ZPpVRt1YiAmjBa6IPIU/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Ty1E6T_A9dGnHsIfw3ZR7vg55SQGSTS6Oy_EeUzMIBf0SDLJoTp2U5N6dn7L9urfPmzgXqDBi-nri0GBgVEc3HnY9unA9L3kgHJxCUz7CaCj7SlzLeLp1lB5ZPpVRt1YiAmjBa6IPIU/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313436486910652178" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">but not for long.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">within 2hrs or so, i noticed a message on bozo #1! CONTACT! we were freaking out. the bait had been taken. the only problem was, we couldn't read the message. it was a handmade sign that we struggled to figure out. after several rounds of possibilities brian (other co-worker) proclaimed "hey, beefcake." nice!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEKrfJMf-hFjoGi2SFXeP-GHX3G91RkbCRVPyfnVf-Qg0OA2ZkbFnYiVLRaF9irbi2eWYV_Ywxm3NhSOvaiynFIx_tUhoAFcMFwEhQjwrb5Rx3v98KY_DJj1pdZLVpVHFMtmaEWyTyI4/s1600-h/BEEFCAKE+CLOSEUP.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEKrfJMf-hFjoGi2SFXeP-GHX3G91RkbCRVPyfnVf-Qg0OA2ZkbFnYiVLRaF9irbi2eWYV_Ywxm3NhSOvaiynFIx_tUhoAFcMFwEhQjwrb5Rx3v98KY_DJj1pdZLVpVHFMtmaEWyTyI4/s400/BEEFCAKE+CLOSEUP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313437756608744466" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">mission accomplished. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">we were satisfied. our neighbors did their job. their civic duty. they answered the cal l.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">and then bozo #1 got pissed. like seriously pissed. bozo #1 turned his back on bozo #2. literally. bozo #1 was now turned around and no longer faced the love of his life. clearly the neighbors were not happy with our failure to respond. but we already had something in the works. they just needed to sit tight. they need to trust us! these things can't be rushed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">plus, our bozo isn't ready for love right now. he's got some self esteem things going on. sadly, alex (other co-worker) discovered today when bozo #1 wasn't as erect as usual, that he has a verrrrry slow leak. and not only that, he's a USED BOZO. there's evidence to support that he's already been patched up. the tell tale blob of glue cannot be denied. our bozo arrived with a broken heart.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">just before leaving the office tonight for the weekend we put a sign on bozo #1 that said "stay tuned..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">we have already ordered 4 more bozos online. we will put an additional bozo a day at a time in our windows next week. the army is coming. the revolution is coming.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">stay tuned...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZmg8pq0L3Suy_rKkV6XmVm0Oxq-AC0lKCxlPJ-GejL7nZu03RcwgYxnZuSCgN6Do2rgYE8R2x7A2vtxoytPLtSY0U0ADzFj3KA3MdB8_yZKFMqddY8EakMwBsX5zu4lRJ6vAcZIEAVc/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZmg8pq0L3Suy_rKkV6XmVm0Oxq-AC0lKCxlPJ-GejL7nZu03RcwgYxnZuSCgN6Do2rgYE8R2x7A2vtxoytPLtSY0U0ADzFj3KA3MdB8_yZKFMqddY8EakMwBsX5zu4lRJ6vAcZIEAVc/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313437975205916290" /></a><br /></span>bozohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15477548106223758323noreply@blogger.com5