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greenstormI just knocked a massive number of things off my to-do list, including:
o meet the person who's doing my hair for a contest, and schdule the hair appointment
o get rattan to make canes
o mail cheque for compost (I just got billed this week, fascinating)
o greenhouse finished (well, last night)
o parade around in new clothing
o work for today
o fruit'n'veggies bought
While I was at the produce store, I saw this on a jar of tahini: Gamsen extra tahini. Titanium free!. Is there usually a problem with titanium in tahini, or something?
Also in the news: my rats haven't yet chewed through their water bottle.
Weird extra stuff: there's a picture of a dead politician on the front page of one of the daily papers, and it has, as a headline: all politicians should be like him.
I don't think they meant dead, but oh, well.
Steinbeck continues to hone his tongue in his letters. It's now really razor-sharp. I could quote all day, but instead, here's a bit he wrote about reading, which isn't witty but is kind of how I feel when I read all day: I've been doing some concentrated reading--a lovely thing--and not done by me in recent years. To read and read in one direction night and day; to pull an area and a climate of thinking over one's head like a space helmet--what a joy that is! No telephones, no neighbors, no decisions except great ones--that is a good way to live for a time.
Oh, fine. Here's a bit more:
The blinding flash and mushroom cloud of the suggestion that a Salinas school be given my name is shattering as a compliment, and I love compliments are well as the next man-- maybe better. A heartwarming honor it is, even as a suggestion.
So far only my first name has been given to an institution. [His first name is John]
Perhaps it is well to inspect honors in the light of cool reason lest the footprint on concrete disclose a bunion. Do the proposers of the naming wish to subject my name to the curses of unborn generations of young Salinians? Think of the millions to whom the name Horse Mann is a dirty word.
But the danger of the situation is not only aimed at me. Consider, if you will, the disastrous result if some innocent and talented student should look into my own scholastic record, seeking perhaps for inspiration. Why his whole ambition might crash in flames. [He dropped out of university]
In view of these sober afterthoughts, and bing still shaken by the compliment implied, I hope the Board of Trustees will think very carefully before taking this irrevocable step.
If the city of my birth should wish to perpetuate my name clearly but harmlessly, let it name a bowling alley after me or a dog track or even a medium price, low-church brothel--but a school--!
Anyhow. I really love American authors of that period.
o meet the person who's doing my hair for a contest, and schdule the hair appointment
o get rattan to make canes
o mail cheque for compost (I just got billed this week, fascinating)
o greenhouse finished (well, last night)
o parade around in new clothing
o work for today
o fruit'n'veggies bought
While I was at the produce store, I saw this on a jar of tahini: Gamsen extra tahini. Titanium free!. Is there usually a problem with titanium in tahini, or something?
Also in the news: my rats haven't yet chewed through their water bottle.
Weird extra stuff: there's a picture of a dead politician on the front page of one of the daily papers, and it has, as a headline: all politicians should be like him.
I don't think they meant dead, but oh, well.
Steinbeck continues to hone his tongue in his letters. It's now really razor-sharp. I could quote all day, but instead, here's a bit he wrote about reading, which isn't witty but is kind of how I feel when I read all day: I've been doing some concentrated reading--a lovely thing--and not done by me in recent years. To read and read in one direction night and day; to pull an area and a climate of thinking over one's head like a space helmet--what a joy that is! No telephones, no neighbors, no decisions except great ones--that is a good way to live for a time.
Oh, fine. Here's a bit more:
The blinding flash and mushroom cloud of the suggestion that a Salinas school be given my name is shattering as a compliment, and I love compliments are well as the next man-- maybe better. A heartwarming honor it is, even as a suggestion.
So far only my first name has been given to an institution. [His first name is John]
Perhaps it is well to inspect honors in the light of cool reason lest the footprint on concrete disclose a bunion. Do the proposers of the naming wish to subject my name to the curses of unborn generations of young Salinians? Think of the millions to whom the name Horse Mann is a dirty word.
But the danger of the situation is not only aimed at me. Consider, if you will, the disastrous result if some innocent and talented student should look into my own scholastic record, seeking perhaps for inspiration. Why his whole ambition might crash in flames. [He dropped out of university]
In view of these sober afterthoughts, and bing still shaken by the compliment implied, I hope the Board of Trustees will think very carefully before taking this irrevocable step.
If the city of my birth should wish to perpetuate my name clearly but harmlessly, let it name a bowling alley after me or a dog track or even a medium price, low-church brothel--but a school--!
Anyhow. I really love American authors of that period.
