"improv everywhere causes scenes of chaos and joy in public places."  one of their pranks was featured on the first episode of this american life.  check out their website for other acts of awesomeness:   http://improveverywhere.com/


empty playground, bottomless lakes state park, new mexico
stark white sand dunes, white sands national monument, new mexico
immaculate conception catholic church, ajo, arizona
radiating love from the bouldertops, joshua tree national park, california
idyllic sunset, three rivers, california
sea lions in the city, san francisco's pier 39, california
riding bikes in death valley national park, california
butterfly and flower umbrellas, las vegas, nevada


verlan (fr. n.):  an underground language game that transposes syllables within a word to create a somewhat standardized slang language frequently used by youth in france to communicate in secret in front of parents, the police, etc. it is also popular amongst musicians, such as hip-hop artists, for this same reason.  because there are generally accepted verlan words, the use of verlan is used to indentify a user as a member of a social group--that of rebellious urban youths.

flic (cop) = keufli, now keuf
pourri (crooked cop) = ripou
mechant (mean) = chanme
choper (to score sex or drugs) = pecho
shit (hash) = teuchi, now teuch

other countries have similar "secret" langauges, such as satrovacki (a south slavic slang created by criminals to use in front of police and now used by urban youth in places like belgrade and sarajevo) and backslang (used in several english-speaking countries).


late winter trees on the ochlockonee river, florida
chilly day at bald point, florida
exploring a fire tower, lake valentine, louisiana
boats under the city, san antonio riverwalk, texas

wading in the rio grande, big bend national park, texas

late afternoon, big bend national park, texas
 litter art, guadalupe mountains national park, new mexico
teeter-tottering in a dust storm, brantley lake state park, new mexico


revolutionary dreams, by nikki giovanni

i used to dream militant dreams
of taking over america to show
these white folks
how it should be done

i used to dream radical dreams
of blowing everyone away
with my perceptive powers
of correct analysis

i even used to think i’d be the one
to stop the riot and
negotiate the peace

then i awoke and dug
that if i dreamed natural
dreams of being a natural
woman doing what a woman
does when she’s natural

i would have a revolution.

(reblogged from lazz @ tumblr)


you fight your superficiality, your shallowness, so as to try to come at people without unreal expectations, without an overload of bias or hope or arrogance, as untanklike as you can be, sans cannon and machine guns and steel plating half a foot thick; you come at them unmenacingly on your own ten toes instead of tearing up the turf with your caterpillar treads, take them on with an open mind, as equals, man to man, as we used to say, and yet you never fail to get them wrong.  you might get them wrong before you meet them, while you're anticipating meeting them; you get them wrong while you're with them; and then you go home and tell somebody else about the meeting and you get them all wrong again.  since the same generally goes for them with you, the whole thing is really a dazzling illusion empty of all perception, an astonishing farce of misperception.  and yet what are we to do with about this terribly significant business of other people, which gets bled of the significance we think it has and takes on instead a significance that is ludicrous, so ill-equipped are we all to envision one another's interior workings and invisible aims?  is everyone to go off and lock the door and sit secluded like lonely writers do, in a soundproof cell, summoning people out of words and then proposing that these word people are closer to the real thing than the real people that we mangle with our ignorance every day?  the fact remains that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway.  it's getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful consideration, getting them wrong again.  that's how we know we're alive: we're wrong.  maybe the best thing would be to forget being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride.  but if you can do that--well, lucky you.

philip roth in american pastoral