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TUESDAY, JUNE 12, 2007 CHICAGOANS, COME TO THE RESCUE OF THIS DAMSEL Babbs Babbs Babbs,
I don't know what to do.
Because I am seventeen and already i feel a little disillusioned.
and i thought.
WHO THE HELL WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO
because it is the 21st century, and it all seems so empty suhr.
and then i thought
THE MERRY PRANKSTERS WILL!
and so, babbs darling, i am emailing you.
from chicago.
and i wanted to have like some sort of love-in/ acid test in a park.
minus acid because i would be arrested quicker than you can say anything.
so i don't even know where to begin.
please help, suhr.
thankyouloveandpeace
BRIANA-----------------------------------------------------------
I suggest Briana do what John Perry Barlow did in N.Y. City. John would get a boom box and 10-15 friends and go to a busy street corner turn on the music and break into dance. How many people can you get to stop and dance with you?. Great fun and you don't need acid or drugs, just some really good music. Then after a few minutes they would move to a new spot and start all over.
If you got rhythm,you got to dance with'en.
-- Pil
PRANK ALERT PRANK ALERT HELP ME OUT ON THIS ONE Hi, my name is Danyelle Dixon. I am a Senior at Dowagiac Union High School in Dowagiac, Michigan. I did two different term papers on Ken Kesey so I learned many things about The Merry Pranksters. If you could email me back with a couple of Senior prank ideas that would be very helpful.
Signed,
Danyelle Dixon and 146 other hopefulls
------------------------------------------By Heck and By Golly, I didn't know how to answer her, not wanting to come up with something that would be too nauseating. This is what I finally wrote:
1. Pick up all the trash in and around the school and the parking lot and leave the black plastic bags in the principal's parking space.
2. Give flowers to all the teachers and janitors and secretaries with a note telling them how much you appreciate everything they've done in the past four years.
payback time! big time! They won't know what to make of it.
------------------------------------------Anybody else got any great ideas, email me.
-- kapnken
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1. I would emphasize the importance of "harm nobody". No mean-spirited pranks, or vandalism. -- Geo
2. use balloons, balloons, balloons. Ten each, times 147= 1470. Where to put them is up to Danyelle. Maybe the teachers lounge. -- Phil
3. Stick all the windshield wipers in the parking lot straight up in the air.
Kapn,
For my senior prank I took a letter from NORML with petition attached for legalization in Ohio, I took an old letter from the principle cut his name and signature out and taped to the NORML lettter. I then made a thousand copies and posted them all over the school. It was funny to watch him try and find them all.
-- Ryan
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It's the principal of the thing, Ryan.
-- KapnKen
FRIDAY, JUNE 8, 2007 Hi Ken-
"MAKE 'EM HONK!"
As regards Danyelle's Dixon's request for IDEAS for a SENIOR PRANK, here is one I performed
recently and haven't told you about:
On my way home circa 5pm I happened to pass by a large crowd of people surrounding Senator John McCain's office building at 16th and Missouri. I did not even know this Senator had his offices there, and I knew nothing about any planned demonstrations, so it was a pleasant surprise to see so many people waving big signs emblazoned "HONK FOR PEACE" and other stuff. I was hot and tired, but the whole jolly scene kind of woke me up, so I honked and drove around the block for a second pass.
There was one guy in a Revolutionary War uniform playing a parade drum, so being a drummer myself, I answered his jazz with my own car horn in an improvised military tattoo, and
purdy soon we had a fine call-and-response in action. The crowd was digging the excelerated noise, and I was having fun, so 'round and 'round the block I circled.
The traffic was slow, congested rush-hour, and most of the republican SUV and BMV drivers were scowling in disgust at the HONKERS FOR PEACE. More and more of them whipped out their mobile phones, and you could tell by their faces the kind of things they were saying. They were in a hurry to get out of this treacle of slow traffic and protest. Again and again I saw these huge, expensive drivers start to go for their horns, and then stop themselves:
"Me-e-e-e-e-e?????- HONK for PEACE? THAT's what they'd all THINK- No Way, Ho-Zay!"
Darned if my car didn't stall. Traffic came to a dead stop and more and more cars and trucks
started to jam 16th street, blocking the street further and further south, HONKing and HONKing
for whoever or whatever to get out of their way. The din quickly got louder and louder and LOUDER- the drivers toward the back were now so far from the corner they could not see the HONK FOR PEACE signs, but HONK they did, and did.
I did everything to get it going. Some protesters even jumped out into the street,
and started pushing my car, clowning and laughing, as the anti-protesters, exasperated,
gave in to their anger and HONKED and HONKED despite themselves!
FOOTNOTE: There were at least half-a-dozen news cameras there attached to an assortment
of various"News" vans, but there was no mention of this demonstration on any TV news that I could find!
These camera operators seemed determined to get it all recorded for posterity-
why they did not broadcast any of the miles of footage they took, one can only wonder.
The whole adventure only cost me $160 for a ticket (failing to yield), and worth every penny.
Still a-Honking to High Heaven- Ali Bob
MONDAY, JUNE 4, 2007 8:00 AM Gotta speak to two more high school English classes, Ken Kesey the topic. This will make a total of eight classroom talks I've given in the past two weeks. Maybe I oughta videotape one and then give the tape to the other classes to watch, allow me to sleep in, get caught up on my dreamscapes. Too late now. Pleasant Hill High School, here I come.
SATURDAY, JUNE 2, 2007 Here we go, another month, June Brides in the spotlight, summertime bearing down, long days, how do we occupy the hours betwixt supper and dark? Shakespeare wrote a play. Fellini made a movie. The ol' Kapn roams the acres, pulling up a new noxious weed that's trying to take over the property. Across the road a coyote rips the throat out of the neighbor's goat. Yonder comes the state trapper. Reassures us it's not a cougar as first thought. That's a relief. One more day of talking to high school English classes. Wears me out. Can't imagine doing it every day, all day. All hail the teachers!
THURSDAY, MAY 24, 2007
