Today would have been Ernest Hemingway's 105th birthday. I celebrated by finishing A Moveable Feast (a $2 copy from 1964 that just plain stinks, in a good way) and deciding to use wooden pencils, rather than obsessing over pens (as I am wont to do). There's nothing like unfinished cedar on a Moleskine and the smell of coffee and the sound of a little pencil sharpener in one's hands to bring one a bit of old Papa.
July 21, 2004
Happy 105th birthday, Papa.
Today would have been Ernest Hemingway's 105th birthday. I celebrated by finishing A Moveable Feast (a $2 copy from 1964 that just plain stinks, in a good way) and deciding to use wooden pencils, rather than obsessing over pens (as I am wont to do). There's nothing like unfinished cedar on a Moleskine and the smell of coffee and the sound of a little pencil sharpener in one's hands to bring one a bit of old Papa.
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