Blog posts tagged "santacruz"
Get me out of Santa Cruz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good News: I finally discovered a wireless cafe in Santa Cruz.
The Ugly Mug in Soquel, has an open access point, ESSID: mugnet 802.11b
Bad News: The people around me are seriously discussing whether or not the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake was an artificial created. And they’ve decided it was! Plus the locusts in Afghanistan were introduced by the CIA to destory the poppy crop! Next up, mind control.
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Santa Cruz slows you down. Around 9 at night, I start scratching at the walls, the everything starts to shut down, especially out in Soquel where my parents live. But mornings are different.
I was out at the farmers market this morning. Gorgeous spinach, and broccolli are a given at farmers markets this time of year. But the tables and tables of beautiful, glistening mushrooms, shittake, oysters, boar heards, are clearly so fresh I doubt if the people who picked them have slept. And they smell so good, its a cliche to say mushrooms smell earthy, but they do, you feel like you could be out in the garden double digging a bed. Its enough to make you want to drop it all (cities, politics, computers) and go join John Jeavons on his farm. There are four tables of flowers, iris, sweet peas, a few orchids, and everythere there are proteas.
Proteas everywhere? Big spiky flowers, in fleshy pinks, famous for smelling like rotting flesh (though these don’t seem to have any scent at all) They remind me of when I lived in Cape Town, and hiking around Table Mountain, and walking the 10 blocks to spend an afternoon in Kirstenbosch.
But what are proteas, native only to the Cape, doing in such proliferations in a California farmers’ market, some 14,000 miles away?
I’m back at my parents house for the week, while I try to figure out what happens next. After 6 months in the fog of San Francisco, it is glorious in Santa Cruz. We must have had a storm last night, as millions of man-o-wars have washed up on Seacliffe beach. Quarter sized, paper thin translucent jellies with half-circle sails, now in a thick dried out line along the beach like so much disposed saran wrap. (or codoms) And big piles of kelp from the bottom of the bay, and 2 giant jellyfish, 14 inches across, and the waves were a blue-green with the sun shining through them, like the bits of glass of you find tossed up on the sand.