When I was about 16 or 17 I wanted to be Ernest Hemingway. Failing that, I wanted to spend my afternoons in faded bedrooms making love to matadors (ok, maybe just the one, darkly handsome matador) and lounging about in bars smoking Gitanes and drinking red wine with, well, Ernest Hemingway, who of course would be writing about my fantastically interesting life. 342 more words
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One thing Vanessa asked us to do in this series was list these books in the order we read them. When I did that, my list of 10 books became a small, scary biography of my life. 279 more words
This might possibly be my favorite quotation of all time, even though there are parts with which I don’t agree.
“Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of a man.255 more words
I just watched a great cover of Springsteen’s “The Ghost of Tom Joad” by Elvis Costello and Mumford & Sons, which they mashed up in the middle with Woody Guthrie’s “Do(ugh) Re Mi”. 316 more words