BUDS: Hemingway and Fitzgerald

Giants of the Lost Generation.  Their writing styles were miles apart,
but their friendship was close.

Burguete, Navera.

July 1 [1925] –

Dear Scott –

We are going in to Pamplona tomorrow. Been trout fishing here. How are you? And how is Zelda?

I am feeling better than I’ve ever felt — haven’t drunk any thing but wine since I left Paris. God it has been wonderful country. But you hate country. All right omit description of country. I wonder what your idea of heaven would be — A beautiful vacuum filled with wealthy monogamists. All powerful and members of the best families all drinking themselves to death. And hell would probably an ugly vacuum full of poor polygamists unable to obtain booze or with chronic stomach disorders that they called secret sorrows.

To me a heaven would be a big bull ring with me holding two barrera seats and a trout stream outside that no one else was allowed to fish in and two lovely houses in the town; one where I would have my wife and children and be monogamous and love them truly and well and the other where I would have my nine beautiful mistresses on 9 different floors and one house would be fitted up with special copies of the Dial printed on soft tissue and kept in the toilets on every floor and in the other house we would use theAmerican Mercury and the New Republic. Then there would be a fine church like in Pamplona where I could go and be confessed on the way from one house to the other and I would get on my horse and ride out with my son to my bull ranch named Hacienda Hadley and toss coins to all my illegitimate children that lined the road. I would write out at the Hacienda and send my son in to lock the chastity belts onto my mistresses because someone had just galloped up with the news that a notorious monogamist named Fitzgerald had been seen riding toward the town at the head of a company of strolling drinkers.

Well anyway were going into town tomorrow early in the morning. Write me at the / Hotel Quintana
Pamplona
Spain

Or don’t you like to write letters*. I do because it’s such a swell way to keep from working and yet feel you’ve done something.

So long and love to Zelda from us both –

Yours,
Ernest

Many thanks to BrainPickings.org for the inspiration

GAME: Trivial Pursuit

A shout out of gratitude 

to the Haney bros and friend 

for creating a BnB favorite.

It's Genus, not Genius.

CHANNELING: Picasso

Navy striped crew.  Patagonia Baggies.  Rolex watch.  

Canvas, paints, brushes.  Tanning towelettes. 

"The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls."

~ Pablo Picasso

MAP: Rivers

A map of all the rivers in the United States

Also ... can you believe the Great Flood of '93 was twenty years ago?

MUSIC: Guy Clark

Guy Clark, 

'Americana's craftsman, a storyteller who carves songs out of quiet moments and marginal characters that most folks wouldn't notice, and one whose simple rhymes convey complicated lives.'

Check out his new album, My Favorite Picture of You.

('you' refers to his wife of 40 years, Susanna, who died last year)

BIRTHDAY: Edward Hopper

Street Scenes

Morning Sun

House by the Railroad

Self Portrait

He painted the best of urban, suburban, and rural from the absurd to the lonely to the serene.

Once he married her, wife Joesphine Nivison became his only model.

Today he would have been 131 years old.

Happy birthday, Edward Hopper.

ROAD TRIP: Burban

See the USA in your Chevrolet!

Suburban!

LAZY DAYS: Summertime

It's Summertime, y'all.

And we're getting ready for a road trip. !

FILM: Rear Window

The perfect flick to watch while it's dripping hot outside.

You can feel the heat between Jeff and Lisa.

You can feel the heat outside Jeff's apartment 

in the hot summer of the city block.

Gall dang!  

If you don't own this already, you should.  

In the mean time, add it to your queue.