Our 12th grade AP US literature teacher was something of a pompous shit, but in an endearing ex-Beatnik way that made it acceptable. I remember him talking about how he wanted to customize his license plate to somehow say “NME OF D PPL” after his favorite Henrik Ibsen play, but lamented that he couldn’t cut it down to a short enough string of letters to fit on the placard.
I also remember him mentioning an ongoing game of wits between himself and an unknown second party. This was a battle of words, taking place on the wall of a bathroom stall in a seedy bar he frequented. The teacher and his opponent took turns attempting to one-up each other with geological-themed puns:
"You’re full of schist."
"Your terrible puns make me fel-sic."
"That’s not very gneiss."
etc, etc, ad nauseum.
That all came back to me, these years later when I went to title this picture. I wanted to give the photo a deserving name: something witty, something clever, something igneous, even.
something igneous by lolo scheiner