A Moveable Feast

I read a Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway. It was unlike any book I had read before. For starters, it is the first book of a random collection of memoirs that I have read. Upon reading this book I realize a few things.   One thing that I noticed was that Hemingway uses a unique style of writing. He uses description in such a way that he is giving you no details and yet all of the details you need at the same time. He describes iParis in the 1920s. It is similar to Paris today, (ie bakeries, snobby frenchmen) but different in the respect that there was an art boom and artist everywhere filled the streets. There were more parks and less tall buildings. Another thing I noticed in the book is it seems that every novelist from the 1920s is somehow connected. I seriously think there was a secret writers society going on because they seem to have a tight interwoven click. I liked this book and would consider trying to write more like Hemingway. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes stories about a writer in paris during the 1920s. I did!.......

life and sandwiches

I had a revelation:   life is like a sandwich. The bread is always certain, you are born and you die the beginning and end of the sandwich. The interesting part of my revelation is the inside of the sandwhich. Your life is the miscellaneous inside of the sandwhich. It is what you make it to be. It can be an exciting turkey ham cheese cookie sandwich or a boring vegitarian. The choice is yours, in the sandwich of life. That is all........

my day

Today, for the majority of it anyway, I thought about flying kites. I must be a descendant of Ben Franklin because it was pouring rain, etc..  Undaunted by his minor detail, I continued to think that kites would look good in the air soaring in the breeze. The kite could be either a diamond or a dragon, I couldn't decide. My kite would soar above the trees so as not to not get stuck. I would fly my kite for hours......Boy,  I daydream a lot.

milk

I like milk because it is white.
White is a good color because it reminds me of bread.
Bread fills me up with food like a book fills me with knowledge.
Knowledge separates us from animals.
I like to eat animals because they taste good.
Flavor is a sensation like sadness.
Sadness brings tears.
Tears are salty like fish.
 Fish swims in water.
Water is wet and you should not get computers wet.
So in short milk reminds me of computers.