Le terrain vague. OK, it's not exactly a wasteland. It's a place where kids go to play, to hide in the weeds, or to collect bottles or step on them, or to enter dilapidated structures or abandoned vehicles where they invent histories and hook their clothes (or worse) on rusty nails and serrated edges. It's to the tetnus shot what jungles and swamplands are to anti-malarial medication. It's also the title of a book of poems by Richard Meier; a film directed by Marcel Carné; the title of a photography exhibit (Terrain Vague: Photography, Architecture and the Post-Industrial Landscape); a matter of concern to urbanists and architects; and the title of a number of digital quarterlies, blogs, and journals by the same. I chose it anyway as the title of this blog because I googled this information after I sneaked the title in by including the article le and because the idea came to me from a chapter in Le Petit Nicolas et les Copains called "Les Campeurs," in which Nicolas et ses amis set up a tent in un terrain vague terrible.
Why am I reading Le Petit Nicolas et les Copains at my age? Because I'm trying to learn French, and for anyone trying to learn French, this little book is a necessary stepping stone, apparently. But what the hell, it's charming, and I deserve to read it--after more than a year of listening to all three CDs of the Pimsleur Method and then slogging through the first 30 chapters of the Capretz Method, which meant having to watch endless videos of the world's most insufferable pair, Mireille and Robert.

Back on topic, Terrain Vague seemed like a great idea for the title of a blog in which I'm just going to throw a few things--for instance, the opening drawing, a doodle that has nothing to do with the text of this post-- and which is pretty much already abandoned territory at inception. Besides, potpourri was taken (LOL).

