i just love him a lot

follow shakbatinna. read cannery row.

[edricketts]

I wish I could show this to ed ricketts but unfortunately he doesn’t speak Chinese

[svltart]

nidoking monterey, ca

[officialcalifornia]

Official California Post

[abbyshrimpburger]

The ghost of Ed Ricketts watches on in amazement as this new creatures that he has never see come to the shore 

[wellconstructedsentences]

Look from the tide pool to the stars and then back to the tide pool again.

The Log from the Sea of Cortez by John Steinbeck

[sorrydetka]

but i’m her mark. i’m her.

severance, 2.10 ‘cold harbor’ // east of eden by john steinbeck

[citizenscreen]

“Tortilla Flat,” John Steinbeck's first successful novel, was published on May 28, 1935.

[edricketts]

I need to get back on tumblr so happy birthday bestieeeeee

[orwell]

“…and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass”

— John Steinbeck, Sweet Thursday

[pmduo]

“Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered, tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps, sardine canneries of corrugated iron, honky tonks, restaurants and whore houses, and little crowded groceries, and laboratories and flophouses. Its inhabitant are, as the man once said, “whores, pimps, gambler and sons of bitches,” by which he meant Everybody. Had the man looked through another peephole he might have said, “Saints and angels and martyrs and holymen” and he would have meant the same thing.”

— John Steinbeck, Cannery Row

[whileiamdying]

[slims-ass]

Human brain: Curley’s Wife is a complex and multi faceted character that is designed to be hated and pitied simultaneously.

Monkey brain: Haha lousy tart

[hellyesjohnsteinbeck]

“While he ate his sandwich and sipped his beer, a bit of conversation came back to him. Blaisedell, the poet, had said to him, ‘You love beer so much. I’ll bet some day you’ll go in and order a beer milk shake.’ It was a simple piece of foolery but it had bothered Doc ever since. He wondered what a beer milk shake would taste like. The idea gagged him but he couldn’t let it alone. It cropped up every time he had a glass of beer. Would it curdle the milk? Would you add sugar? It was like a shrimp ice cream. If a man ordered a beer milk shake, he thought, he’d better do it in a town where he wasn’t known. But then, a man with a beard, ordering a beer milk shake in a town where he wasn’t known - they might call the police. A man with a beard was always a little suspect anyway. You couldn’t say you wore a beard because you liked a beard. People didn’t like you for telling the truth. You had to say you had a scar so you couldn’t shave.”

— John Steinbeck, Cannery Row (via fortunenglory)

[hellyesjohnsteinbeck]

Google Doodle for John Steinbeck’s 112th Birthday (February 27, 2014): Cannery Row

[hellyesjohnsteinbeck]

“Doc is the owner and operator of the Western Biological Laboratory. Doc is rather small, deceptively small, for he is wiry and very strong and when passionate anger comes on him he can be very fierce. He wears a beard and his face is half Christ and half satyr and his face tells the truth. It is said that he has helped many a girl out of one trouble and into another. Doc has the hands of a brain surgeon, and a cool warm mind. Doc tips his hat to dogs as he drives by and the dogs look up and smile at him. He can kill anything for need but he could not even hurt a feeling for pleasure. He has one great fear–that of getting his head wet, so that summer or winter he ordinarily wears a rain hat. He will wade in a tide pool up to the chest without feeling damp, but a drop of rain water on his head makes him panicky…Doc would listen to any kind of nonsense and change it for you to a kind of wisdom. His mind had no horizon–and his sympathy had no warp. He could talk to children, telling them very profound things so that they understood. He lived in a world of wonders, of excitement. He was concupiscent as a rabbit and gentle as hell. Everyone who knew him was indebted to him. And everyone who thought of him thought next, ‘I really must do something nice for Doc.’”

— John Steinbeck, Cannery Row

[hellyesjohnsteinbeck]

“It is the hour of the pearl–the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.”

— John Steinbeck, Cannery Row