Yours truly, Trevor Corson,
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This was where I posted my irregular ramblings, reports, and pictures as the author of THE SECRET LIFE OF LOBSTERS from 2004 through 2006. This page is no longer active, and serves simply as an archive. To read new entries starting in 2007, please visit my new Lobster Blog.

To see scenes from Little Cranberry Island, where THE SECRET LIFE OF LOBSTERS takes place, and to read an interview with me, click here. To see photos of some of the people featured in the book, click here, and view the blog entries below. To see more pictures of weird lobster stuff, click here.

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Thursday, September 29, 2005  

Japanese Lobster Vending Machine


Catch me if you can.
Japan has achieved some notoriety for the variety of items that can be purchased on the street from vending machines. The things you can buy from vending machines in Japan include beer, but also the used panties of high school girls.

Apparently you can also purchase a specimen of "robusuta," if you have enough coins. Last weekend BoingBoing blogged the existence of a vending machine in Japan that sells live lobsters. I haven't confirmed this independently, but here's the photo, and it does appear to be exactly that.

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Comments (1):

I won't be impressed until I can get a live lobster from a Pez dispenser.





Monday, September 26, 2005  

To Live and Die in L.A.


I wish they all could be
California girls.
(photo: Oliver Danner)
Here I am in L.A., taking a break from interviewing some of the Hollywood talent that is lining up to star in the forthcoming film adaptation of THE SECRET LIFE OF LOBSTERS.

Okay, so only the first part of that sentence is true.

Here I am in L.A., posing with two human-sized lobsters at the Redondo Beach Lobster Festival, where I signed copies of my book (and got in a visit with my brother, who lives in Manhattan Beach).

Okay, so the first part of that sentence is false.

Those aren't actually human-sized lobsters. They are professional lobster impersonators. (Maybe I could get a job doing that?) But they sure made me feel like the alpha male lobster of the neighborhood. My thanks to them and the festival organizers -- who run GiveLobster.com -- for the warm welcome.

I was even given a tour of the festival's custom-built lobster cooker, which is so big it sits on a truck trailer. The builder claims it's the largest lobster cooker in the country. Hundreds of lobsters were steamed to death in each batch that was lowered into the boilers.

So guess what, New Englanders: Californians love their dead lobster as much as you do. Maybe more.

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