I have a couple of Gourmet Bachelor Chow posts to put up but that requires uploading all of the software for my new camera so it will not happen immediately. Expect a couple of backposts at some point.
I've been playing Hemingway in The Press Room on weeknights, sitting with a PBR summer or three, shooting the shit with the bartenders, getting some writing done. If I am to succeed - if I am to overcome the
importance trouble with being Ernest - I must learn from the actions of my archetypal father and stymie the encroachments of those who would prey conversationally upon me. Tough work, when they are drunk and I am an extrovert. Wednesday some guy decided I was his new best friend and told me that Hemingway, Steinbeck, and any other man who wasted ink describing trees and nature was a sissy.
I decided it was best not to disagree, finished my beer, and settled the tab.
3 comments:
Smart move, just walk away :)
I guess in a way I'm a sissy. I don't use ink to describe trees & nature, I take pictures of them.
What kind of camera did you get?
You should tell the guy next time that if he doesn't leave you alone, you're going to model a character after him and the guy's going to be an asshole. By the time he figures out what you've said, you'll have been able to finish three more beers and five more pages.
genius.
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