Hemingway

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May 27, 2014

Back in Portland this morning. Memorial Day week, my favorite time in the Northwest. Winter is done, Spring is wrapping up. It starts getting light around 5AM and I’m up not long after. Barefoot on the deck, watering the arugula, watering the strawberries. Early summer: Everything is green, everything is bright, but there’s still the […]

April 8, 2014

Macchiato and pastries at Paris Baguette this morning. University Ave in the morning sun, smell of a hot day to come. Legs, in pairs, clicking and clopping by. I worked for a while, flipping back and forth from chat to Sublime. I took a phone call. It was cool under the awning and I didn’t […]

August 12, 2013

“I took care of my wheel as one would look after a Rolls Royce. If it needed repairs I always brought it to the same shop on Myrtle Avenue run by a negro named Ed Perry. He handled the bike with kid gloves, you might say. He would always see to it that neither front […]

April 29, 2013

Ernest Hemingway: “When I am working on a book or a story I write every morning as soon after first light as possible. There is no one to disturb you and it is cool or cold and you come to your work and warm as you write. You read what you have written and, as […]

March 29, 2013

“The first meal in Spain was always a shock with the hors d’oeuvres, an egg course, two meat courses, vegetables, salad, and dessert and fruit. You have to drink plenty of wine to get it all down.” – Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises Spain, in TSAR, represents another world for Jake Barnes & […]

April 20, 2012

“We had that disturbed emotional feeling that always comes after a bull-fight, and the feeling of elation that comes after a good bull-fight.”– Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises To the casual observer, sports might have been setup so the home team – the good guys – should triumph most of the time. In […]

April 1, 2012

Like Hemingway, sometimes I can eat four dozen oysters, wash them down with a bottle of wine, and just be getting started. Like Henry Miller, sometimes I rail against the world and place myself as the happy rock in the center of the maelstrom. Like Gary Snyder, sometimes I want to sing about the intelligence […]