The best parts of The Garden of Eden by Ernest Hemingway:
She took her coffee without sugar, and the young man was learning to remember that.
“The whole way here I saw wonderful things to paint and I can’t paint at all and never could. But I know wonderful things to write and I can’t even write a letter that isn’t stupid. I never wanted to be a painter nor a writer until I came to this country. Now it’s just like being hungry all the time and there’s nothing you can ever do about it.”
This was the first writing he had finished since they were married. Finishing is what you have to do, he thought. If you don’t finish, nothing is worth a damn.
She drank the glass off and then held it, looking at it, and David was sure that she was going to throw it in his face. Then she put it down and picked the garlic olive out of it and ate it very carefully and handed David the pit.
“Semi-precious stone,” she said. “Put it in your pocket. I’ll have another one if you’ll make it.”
His father was not vulnerable he knew and, unlike most people he had known, only death could kill him. Finally, he knew what his father had thought and knowing it, he did not put it in the story. He only wrote what his father did and how he felt…
His father, who ran his life more disastrously than any man that he had ever known, gave marvelous advice.
He had lost the capacity of personal suffering, or he thought he had, and only could be hurt truly by what happened to others.
So you must write each day better than you possibly can and use the sorrow that you have now to make you know how the early sorrow came.
“I do like to look at you though and I’d like to hear you talk if you’d ever open your mouths.”
“How do you do,” said David.
“That was quite a good effort,” Catherine said. “I’m very well.”
“Have any new plans?” David asked. He felt as though he were hailing a ship.
“Can’t I read it so I can feel like you do and not just happy because you’re happy like I was your dog?”
There had been too much emotion, too much damage, too much of everything and his changing of allegiance, no matter how sound it had seemed, no matter how it simplified things for him, was a grave and violent thing and this letter compounded the gravity and violence.
They were inside at the bar and the day had come in with them. It was as good as the day before and perhaps better since summer should have been gone and each warm day was an extra thing. We should not waste it, David thought. We should try to make it good and save it if we can.
Vadepeñas – a Spanish Denominación de Origen (DO) for wines located in the province of Ciudad Real in the south of Spain
“the get” – an animal’s offspring
kraal – an enclosure for animals
Ngoma – a type of drum used by Bantu-speaking people of East Africa
We had a heatwave recently in San Francisco, which would have been much more expected in October. My apartment was an oven, so we decided to have drinks on the roof, but the only ingredients I had on hand were for my breakfast shake. Which is surprisingly good with rum in it.
2 cups almond milk
1/2 tsp vanilla
1/2 tsp cinnamon
4 shots Kraken Rum
Here’s to friends up on the roof, long naps in the sun, and being good with where you are.
This is my boyfriend Brad in balloon form. For Brad’s birthday, I wanted to have a bunch of balloons printed with his face, because hilarious. But then I couldn’t find anywhere that would do it for less than $120, and this was more of a $20 level of hilarity.
So we asked a friend to Photoshop Brad’s image to make it pop a little more. You can achieve a similar effect by changing your image to black and white in Photoshop and then adjusting the threshold numbers:
Image> Adjustments > Threshold
Check preview box
Adjust numbers until you get the effect you want
Then we photocopied the results, cut them out, and taped them to the balloons.
We used one of these adhesive dispensers, and just ran a line of tape up the center of Brad’s face and left the edges as they were.
He liked them, and we like him. Happy birthday, Bradley! Hugs for everyone.
If you’ve ever been confused about why it’s bad manners to ask to touch black women’s hair, this video is a good education. In particular 1:12-2:36.
Also at 3:56 where Belynda Gardner tells the story of some random guy at a deli sticking his hand in her hair and touching her scalp with his fingertips. She’s super gracious about it, chocking it up to curiosity, but seriously? No, creepy dude. You cannot just feel around on my head without so much as a hello, ok? Yeeg.