Thursday, May 26, 2016

john steinbeck's childhood home

Over the weekend, I spent an entire day stalking John Steinbeck. I visited the house where he was born and raised in Salinas. I stopped by the National Steinbeck Center a few blocks away from his childhood home. I also took a stroll around Cannery Row, the setting where some of his novels took place.


1) As a child, Steinbeck became obsessed with Thomas Malory’s Le Morte d’Arthur. He and his sister Mary would often wander along the eroded sandstone in the Pastures of Heaven, pretending the stone columns were the towers of Camelot.

The headboard and footboard of the bed Steinbeck was born in.

2) Steinbeck favored Blackwing pencils and couldn't stand a dull point of lead. Everyday, he would sharpen 24 pencils and load them point up in a wood box. Then he would take a pencil and write until the pencil was no longer sharp, usually around 4 or 5 lines later, before putting it point down into a second wood box and grabbing a new pencil. Some days, he would use over 100 pencils.


3) Steinbeck held a series of odd jobs, working as a farmhand along with migrant workers and in the laboratory of Spreckels Sugar Beet Farms. He attended Stanford sporadically and dropped out after six years without earning a degree.


4) The Grapes of Wrath earned Steinbeck the National Book Award, the Pulitzer Prize, and the Nobel Prize. This novel also earned him a lot of public scorn. The book was banned and burned for misrepresenting attitudes towards migrant workers and for being profane and obscene. He received death threats and was even put under surveillance by the FBI.


5) In 1947, Steinbeck made the first of several trips to Russia with photographer Robert Capa. They were among the first Americans allowed to visit many parts of the USSR since the communist revolution. He was allowed into Russia because they felt that The Grapes of Wrath depicted the plight of the poor under capitalism.


6) Steinbeck served as a was correspondent during WWII. He earned the respect of the troops he observed by ripping off his correspondent badge and joining in on raids and invasions.


7) In 1960, Steinbeck embarked on a road trip across the United States in order to rediscover the people of America. He traveled over 10,000 miles in a camper. His only permanent companion was his standard poodle, Charley. 


8) John Steinbeck became great friends with a marine biologist named Ed Ricketts. Ricketts' laboratory was in Cannery Row. Once, the laboratory set on fire and was destroyed. After the ashes cooled, they found Ricketts' safe. When it was opened, they found half a pineapple pie, a quarter of a pound of Gorgonzola cheese, and an open can of sardines. 

Steinbeck and the boys of Cannery Row.

9) Steinbeck always hoped to adapt his novel Sweet Thursday into a musical. Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote the musics and lyrics for Pipe Dreams. Steinbeck was enthusiastic about the project in the initial rehearsals, but the script was routinely edited to make the story of a prostitute in a bordello more family-friendly. The resulting musical was a commercial failure and it ended Steinbeck's dreams of writing for the theater. 

There is no way this place isn't haunted.

10)  And most importantly of all, it served as the inspiration for Steinbeck's Spirit of Monterey Wax Museum, the "family-friendly" wax museum that goes over the history of the area, focusing mainly on torture, murder, and the local bordello. Steinbeck only appears once at the very beginning and then an actor portraying him does a voice-over in the last room. It also inexplicably ends with a wax Elvis and a sardine can photo opportunity.


"I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession." --John Steinbeck





much love,
hedgie

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

doped up dog

After Nick and I discovered that George only has six teeth left, we thought it would be a good idea to make sure that the same thing didn't happen to Addie. We made an appointment with our vet to have Addie's teeth professionally cleaned. The process can be very stressful on a dog, so pets are put under anesthesia for it.
Now I have a poor drugged dog who keeps wandering into the bedroom and looking around for a few seconds with her ears tucked back in a way that makes her look like she just realized she can't remember why she walked in here before going back to the living room and falling asleep in positions that do not look comfortable at all.


That's my girl.





much love,
hedgie

Friday, May 13, 2016

i don't think they thought this design through

Nick bought me a puzzle that has been plaguing me for years.

My family has owned this puzzle for as long as I can remember, but we were never able to complete it. Every time we got close to finishing, guests would come over and we would have to take the puzzle apart and put it away so that people could use the coffee table.

It's a black and white Alfred Hitchcock-themed jigsaw puzzle. There is no picture of the finished puzzle because the puzzle itself is a clue to a murder mystery written in an attached booklet.

Given all of this, it is an extremely frustrating puzzle to assemble. I got to say things like “I’m looking for a medium grey piece with blotches of slightly darker grey” and “I need to find piece that has a white rope that is barely visible on a white background”.

But there are small moments of joy due to the fact that I don't think whoever designed the puzzle really thought about what would happen when you print out the name Hitchcock multiple times on something that's going to be cut up into a lot of small pieces. I keep coming across pieces that simply say cock.


Even in a difficult and colorless world, there are still moments to laugh like a child.





much love,
hedgie

Saturday, April 30, 2016

ardent april

This month, my life became even more overrun with dogs than usual.

We adopted this guy from Muttville. His name is George and his favorite activity is cuddling on my stomach, which gives him great access to his second favorite activity, sneezing in my face:

We all enjoyed a trip to Dolores Park:

Nick and I attended a silent reading party that was hosted by Daniel Handler:

 He also provided the music:

We saw Wicked:

 I had to share the couch with these beasts:

There was no room for Nick:

He's so regal: 

Everything I own has five layers of dog hair on it:





We started a puzzle that is black and white and has no photo of what it looks like. I hate it:

We made churro ice cream bowls and they were amazing:

The whole family went to Dogfest, where we ran into Daniel Handler again. We cannot get rid of that guy:

Our first family portrait with George: 

I woke up at a ridiculous hour to attend Record Store Day:

The rewards:

I unintentionally matched the record I bought because I didn't want to wear real pants:

We went sailing in the bay with some friends. The captain's actual name is Kirk:






We went to a Giants game: 

Giants win!:

Dog sitting, so even more hair everywhere:

They would be a lot more cute if they hadn't just stolen my spot:






much love,
hedgie

Friday, April 22, 2016

day of the ants' revenge

One of the fun things about moving is coming across bits and pieces of your life that you forgot existed. For example, I apparently created my own B-horror movie while eating lunch one day:

All the best movies are napkin-based.

So who is ready to help me make this summer blockbuster?





much love,
hedgie


Friday, April 15, 2016

poetry month

April has the distinct honor of being dubbed National Poetry Month. To celebrate, here is probably the best poem I have ever written. It also happens to be created with fridge magnets:


I know, I know. It's beautiful.






much love,
hedgie



Thursday, April 7, 2016

the prank call

Now that everyone's heart rate is returning to normal after all the fake wedding, baby, and job announcements, I'd like to take the opportunity to tell the story of the best prank anyone has ever played on me.

The phone rings, and I answer it.
Me: Hello?
Voice: Hi, is your refrigerator working?
Me: Uh, yeah.
Voice: WELL THEN YOU BETTER GO--oh, shit.
*Dial tone*

Photo courtesy of Halloween 2008.

One of my favorite parts is that the caller was actually one of my brother's friends and I recognized his voice.

I totally know it was you, Wes. 




much love,
hedgie