Year: 2008

I finally got around to seeing “No Country …” at the Red Vic the other day — and I must say, I regret it. Now I’m having nightmares that the helmet-headed mumbly guy is out to get me. On the good side, I like the theater. They serve you popcorn in wooden bowls, they have padded benches instead of seats, and before the main attraction, they run a short film showing a rude Red Vic patron kicking over his soft drink and making a mess — only to be grabbed, and, presumably, eaten alive, by a green-skinned monster that lives beneath the seats of the movie theater. http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

I’m scheduled to speak throughout the Pacific Northwest in June, with several appearances in the Bay Area and Central Coast. I’ll post the schedule up here when I’ve firmed everything up. By the way, thanks to everyone who showed up to the Steinbeck Fellows reading the other day. I will post again in a couple of weeks. (I’m in a work-induced blog hibernation, with galleys and student papers…) http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

It’s hard to believe that the Forest of Nisene Marks was once a sad stumpy wasteland, with loggers doing their darnedest to hack down every redwood they could find. In the turn of the century, this place was a disaster. Now, the forest offers some of the best hiking you can find anywhere on the Central Coast. You can hike all day on the edge of steep ravines, splash through streams and ogle banana slugs, which look like slices of overripe mango. Second-growth redwoods grow so tall, you can barely see the tops without straining your neck and back (like I did.) It’s easy to forget the place’s unfortunate history until you stumble across a fat stump with ferns and moss growing out of it, the broken-down remains of a cabin, or a set of railroad ties fading into the woods. Sometimes you forget you’re near Santa Cruz — until…

I was sad to hear about this. D and D helped me survive middle school — even though my brother was much, much better at it than I was, and my hapless, wimpy dwarves and henchmen always ended up broke, defenseless and slaughtered early on in the game. This might sound like a stretch, but I would even argue that there are certain connections between D and D and long-distance backpacking culture. The trail can turn into a role playing game. You can lose your identity and get a ‘trail name.” Sometimes, a backpacker will identify so strongly with his/her trail name that the name becomes a kind of character. Out on the trail, you find yourself in the middle of a quest narrative that goes on for thousands of miles. And, if that’s not enough, there is a slightly geeky aspect to certain long-distance walkers— and I’m not exempting…

The other day, I was driving through SF’s Inner Sunset neighborhood, in a hurry, on the way to the Yum Yum. A car full of very young people cut me off at that tricky four-way intersection (Irving and 9th.) I honked my horn. Down came their driver’s side window. I braced myself for the nasty threats, the fists, the finger. But no. Instead, a bearded, frizzy-haired guy leaned out the window, made a “calm down, take it down a notch” gesture to me with his right hand, and calmly mouthed out the following words: “It’s … going .. to … be .. OK.” This is the first time that I’ve ever gotten into a road rage situation with a crisis intervention counselor. Needless to say, the encounter left no negative residue at all. I wish this kind of thing would happen more often. If this were NYC, all my teeth,…

I’m looking forward to seeing everyone at my (former) home town on June 19th, when I’m scheduled to speak at the Capitola Book Cafe. I hope to see you all then. http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

I had a great time at the Dennis De Young Museum in Golden Gate Park. What a great place. I hate the provisional-looking exterior but the content of the museum is top-notch. I was skeptical at first — a whole museum, dedicated to the former lead singer of Styx? Fortunately the collection is more than just classic rock memorabilia. There is an excellent installation by Kiki Smith, showing the figures of two children riding a box kite into a ‘storm’ of hanging raindrops, each one made of handblown glass. They’ve got a really good Andy Goldsworthy installation, and the traditional art from New Guinea is the best display of its kind I’ve ever seen. They also have a journal on display with the original handwritten lyrics to “Mr. Roboto,” which was also cool to see. All in all it was a very good experience (and not too expensive.) http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

I am growing concerned about the morbidly obese and lazy hawk in Golden Gate Park (in a field beneath a copse of trees, not far from the De Young Museum.) It is so waddlesome and lazy that it can barely fly anymore. It looks like a basketball with wings. I guess the food supply (pigeons, rats, gophers, more rats) must be very plentiful this year. Or maybe all that second-hand pot smoke is drifting up into the trees, sending his appetite out of whack. http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

Look for me out on the road starting in June. I am taking “Cactus Eaters” to various cities and towns. This will probably include some sort of slide show/ power-point presentation featuring emigrants, mountains, flora, fauna, pioneer cannibals, trail logistics, little-known factoids, etc. Details to follow. http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

Some of you have asked me to provide some more specifics about the phenomenal “Beer Woods” hike in Muir Woods. (That’s the one where you embark on a four-mile loop with a working beer bar right in the middle of the redwood forest.) Here goes. The pub is actually a faux Swiss chalet with stunning views of redwoods and Mount Tam. It’s called the Tourist Club, and it’s managed by a 600,000-member group called Naturfreunde, with headquarters in Austria (so they know from beer.) The club’s address is 30 Ridge Ave., Mill Valley. Call in advance (415 388 9987) to make sure they are open. Also, bring a lot of food before you go there. It’s hard to hike back out of the forest, over steep and sometimes slippery terrain, while shnackered. http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default