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L’imposante bâtisse qui a survécu aux ouragans et tempêtes de Floride est presque totalement enveloppée dans un environnement tropical. Les jardins entourant la maison sont luxuriants, un véritable havre de paix. Au milieu de ceux-ci on peut prendre le temps de se promener le long de la piscine et de profiter du parfum des gardénias qui fleurissent au bord de l'eau. Construite vers 1937-1938 pour la somme mirobolante de 20 000 dollars de l’époque (250.000$ actuels). C’était la première piscine enterrée de Key West et la seule et unique piscine de 100 miles. La piscine a une capacité gigantesque de 80 784 gallons alors qu’il n'y avait pas d'eau courante à Key West au moment de la mise en service. La construction de la piscine impliqua de forer jusqu'à la nappe phréatique et d'installer une pompe à eau pour récupérer l'eau salée afin de remplir la piscine. Il fallait deux à trois jours pour remplir complètement la piscine. En blaguant à propos du coût exorbitant de sa construction, Hemingway, un jour, sortit de sa poche une pièce d’un penny, l’enfonça dans le ciment encore frais du patio et annonça an riant, "Voilà mon dernier penny!" Les touristes peuvent encore voir cette pièce de monnaie, encastrée dans le dallage, dans le coin nord-est de la piscine.
The imposing building that survived Florida hurricanes and storms is almost completely wrapped in tropical surroundings. The gardens surrounding the house are lush, a real haven of peace. In the middle of these you can take the time to stroll along the pool and enjoy the scent of gardenias that bloom at the water's edge. Built around 1937-1938 for the staggering sum of $ 20,000 of the time (current $ 250,000). It was the first in-ground pool in Key West and the one and only 100-mile pool. The pool has a gigantic capacity of 80,784 gallons when there was no running water in Key West at the time of commissioning. The construction of the pool involved drilling down to the water table and installing a water pump to recover the salt water to fill the pool. It took two to three days to completely fill the pool. Joking about the exorbitant cost of building it, Hemingway one day pulled out a penny from his pocket, stuck it in the still cool cement on the patio and laughed, "This is my last penny!" Tourists can still see this coin, embedded in the paving, in the northeast corner of the pool.
Ernest Hemingway from "For Whom the Bullets Whistle," story # 30 of the Starcall Anthology, Vol.3. Read samples or buy at www.amazon.com/author/bobbello and www.bn.com/s/bobbello
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Ernest Hemingway from "For Whom The Bullets Whistle," story # 30 of the Starcall Anthology, Vol.3. Buy paperback at www.amazon.com/author/bobbello or hardback at www.bn.com/s/bobbello
Finca Vigía was the home of Ernest Hemingway in San Francisco de Paula Ward in Havana, Cuba. Both Finca Vigía and Hemingway's Key West home are now museums.
-Wikipedia
Finca Vigía was the home of Ernest Hemingway in San Francisco de Paula, Cuba, and now houses a museum.
Hemingway lived in the house from mid 1939 to 1960, renting it at first, and then buying it in December 1940 after he married his third wife Martha Gellhorn. Hemingway paid $12,500 for the property. The property was located for Hemingway by Gellhorn, who had come to Cuba to be with Hemingway but decided she did not want to live in the small room he rented at the Hotel Ambos Mundos. The Finca at the time consisted of 15 acres (61,000 m2) with a farmhouse.
It was at Finca Vigía that he wrote much of For Whom the Bell Tolls (a novel of the Spanish Civil War which Hemingway had covered as a journalist with Gellhorn in the late 1930s—the novel was started at the Ambos Mundos, and some was also written in Idaho). Hemingway would later buy the property out of some of the first royalties from the book, published in 1940.
When Hemingway and Gellhorn were divorced in 1945, Hemingway kept Finca Vigia and lived there during the winters with his last wife, Mary Welsh Hemingway.
At the Finca, Hemingway also wrote The Old Man and the Sea (1951) about a fisherman who worked the waters off Havana.
The grandest of the hotels in Stresa, just beside the lakeside promenade, it was made internationally famous by Ernest Hemingway who set part of his novel "Farewell To Arms" in this hotel. Translated, it would be "the Grand Hotel of the Borromean Isles". www.borromees.com/en/l-albergo/150-anni-di-storia-e-tradi...
You don't have to be religious to appreciate the sheer beauty of the historic church located at the corner of Duval and Eaton streets in Old Town Key West.
Founded in 1832, this is the oldest continuously operating church in the city and has played an important role in its development. During the Civil War, the building served as a hospital for Union troops and later was also used as a courthouse and a school. Famously destroyed several times by weather calamities, the temple had the first chime of bells in Florida inaugurated in 1891. The current, fourth building on the site was designed by architect William Kerr and completed in 1919.
It features the Gothic Revival style, quite popular at the turn of the 20th century, complete with its typical elements such as pointed arches, buttresses, and a steeply pitched roof. The main entrance is located on the south side of the church and is marked by a Gothic arched doorway with intricately carved stone surrounds. The church's bell tower, which rises above the entrance, is one of the most recognizable features of the building.
Inside, the church has a spacious nave with a high, vaulted ceiling and rows of wooden pews. The stained-glass windows, which were created by Tiffany Studios and others, are particularly noteworthy, depicting scenes from the life of Jesus Christ and other biblical figures. The church also features a large pipe organ, which was installed in the 1920s and has been restored several times over the years.
Several notable personalities have been associated with this church, including author Ernest Hemingway, who attended services here with his second wife, Pauline Pfeiffer. Today, Saint Paul's Episcopal Church continues to be an active congregation and hosts a number of outreach programs, including a food pantry and a homeless ministry. It is also a popular venue for concerts and other cultural events.
There is no charge to get in and view the stunning stained-glass windows and beautiful wooden beams on the ceiling or catch one of the marvelous impromptu concerts held during the season on alternate Sunday afternoons. A pamphlet inside relays more about the windows as well as the church's long history.
Credit for the data above is given to the following websites:
www.gpsmycity.com/attractions/st-pauls-episcopal-church-2...
stpaulskeywest.org/about-us/our-history/
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«Non si dovrebbe mai desiderare troppo» disse il colonnello. «Perché si rischia sempre di ottenere quel che si desidera.»
Ernest Hemingway
Quelle "cose" bianche (perlopiù sacchetti di plastica) che vedete impigliate tra i rami degli arbusti, sono i rimasugli della piena di novembre.
You don't have to be religious to appreciate the sheer beauty of the historic church located at the corner of Duval and Eaton streets in Old Town Key West.
Founded in 1832, this is the oldest continuously operating church in the city and has played an important role in its development. During the Civil War, the building served as a hospital for Union troops and later was also used as a courthouse and a school. Famously destroyed several times by weather calamities, the temple had the first chime of bells in Florida inaugurated in 1891. The current, fourth building on the site was designed by architect William Kerr and completed in 1919.
It features the Gothic Revival style, quite popular at the turn of the 20th century, complete with its typical elements such as pointed arches, buttresses, and a steeply pitched roof. The main entrance is located on the south side of the church and is marked by a Gothic arched doorway with intricately carved stone surrounds. The church's bell tower, which rises above the entrance, is one of the most recognizable features of the building.
Inside, the church has a spacious nave with a high, vaulted ceiling and rows of wooden pews. The stained-glass windows, which were created by Tiffany Studios and others, are particularly noteworthy, depicting scenes from the life of Jesus Christ and other biblical figures. The church also features a large pipe organ, which was installed in the 1920s and has been restored several times over the years.
Several notable personalities have been associated with this church, including author Ernest Hemingway, who attended services here with his second wife, Pauline Pfeiffer. Today, Saint Paul's Episcopal Church continues to be an active congregation and hosts a number of outreach programs, including a food pantry and a homeless ministry. It is also a popular venue for concerts and other cultural events.
There is no charge to get in and view the stunning stained-glass windows and beautiful wooden beams on the ceiling or catch one of the marvelous impromptu concerts held during the season on alternate Sunday afternoons. A pamphlet inside relays more about the windows as well as the church's long history.
Credit for the data above is given to the following websites:
www.gpsmycity.com/attractions/st-pauls-episcopal-church-2...
stpaulskeywest.org/about-us/our-history/
© All Rights Reserved - you may not use this image in any form without my prior permission.
La Maison et Musée d’Ernest Hemingway à Key West :
Ernest Hemingway a débarqué à Key West (au printemps 1928) avec sa deuxième femme Pauline, sur les conseils de John Dos Passos, autre membre de ce que l'on a appelé la "Génération perdue" (artistes et écrivains américains expatriés à Paris dans les années 1920). En déambulant dans les rues, on peut presque imaginer le style de vie de ce monstre sacré dans les années 1930, du temps d’un autre Key West, celui des parties de pêche, de la prohibition, des cargaisons pirates pour Cuba et de la tempête du siècle de 1935.
Après deux saisons passées à Key West, l’oncle de Pauline acheta, pour le jeune couple, la maison de Whitehead Street, pour 8000 dollars en 1931. La maison en pierre, de style franco-espagnol en vogue à la Nouvelle-Orléans, a été construite en 1851 par Asa Tift (architecte dans la marine et chasseur de trésors dans les épaves). Le domaine étant le deuxième point de sol le plus élevé de l'île de Key West, le calcaire à partir duquel la maison est construite a été excavé directement du sol sous la structure et taillé à la main, grâce à une main-d’œuvre constituée d’esclaves. L'électricité a été ajoutée vers 1899 et la plomberie vers 1944, lorsque Key West a reçu l'eau courante de Florida City. Avant cela, il fallait utiliser l'eau de pluie collectée dans deux réservoirs, l'un entre la maison principale et la remise et l'autre sur le toit de la maison principale.
La villa est à étage et entourée de balcons, avec des portes-fenêtres et de grands volets. La maison de Key West est composée de peu de pièces (mais relativement grandes). A l'abandon depuis 1889 le couple entrepris de grandes rénovations. Les Hemingway l'ont décorée de meubles venus d'Europe (notamment des antiquités espagnoles du XVIIIe siècle), de trophées rapportés de leurs safaris en Afrique ou de leurs parties de chasse dans l'Ouest américain. La collection de lustres a remplacé tous les anciens ventilateurs de plafond. Comme Ernest était également amateur d'art, vous pouvez voir une vue de l'église Saint-Paul peinte par l'artiste local Eugene Otto (sur le mur du fond du salon) et une grande lithographie montre Gregorio Fuentes (cuisinier et compagnon sur le bateau de pêche de Papa Pilar pendant plus de 20 ans). Dans la pièce en face du salon, il y a une chaise Cardinal en cuir rouge (près de la porte) qui aurait été utilisé comme accessoire dans la production de Broadway de La cinquième colonne. Dans cette atmosphère si particulière, un air de « Belle époque » plane dans l’air. Pour les fans de l’écrivain, on retrouve son fauteuil fétiche, d’anciennes photos personnelles de ses voyages autour du globe, et bien sûr sa machine à écrire Royal.
Ernest Hemingway landed in Key West (in the spring of 1928) with his second wife Pauline, on the advice of John Dos Passos, another member of the so-called "Lost Generation" (American artists and writers expatriated in Paris in the 1920s). Walking through the streets, you can almost imagine the lifestyle of this sacred monster in the 1930s, in the days of another Key West, that of fishing trips, prohibition, pirate cargo for Cuba and the storm of the century of 1935.
After two seasons in Key West, Pauline's uncle bought the Whitehead Street house for the young couple for $ 8,000 in 1931. The French-Spanish stone house in vogue in New Orleans, was built in 1851 by Asa Tift (architect in the navy and treasure hunter in wrecks). The estate being the second highest point of soil on the island of Key West, the limestone from which the house is built was excavated directly from the ground under the structure and cut by hand, using a hand work made up of slaves. Electricity was added around 1899 and plumbing around 1944, when Key West received running water from Florida City. Before that, rainwater collected in two tanks had to be used, one between the main house and the shed and the other on the roof of the main house.
The villa is upstairs and surrounded by balconies, with patio doors and large shutters. The house in Key West is made up of few rooms (but relatively large). Abandoned since 1889, the couple undertook major renovations. The Hemingways decorated it with furniture from Europe (notably Spanish antiquities from the 18th century), trophies brought back from their safaris in Africa or from their hunting trips in the American West. The chandelier collection has replaced all the old ceiling fans. As Ernest was also an art lover, you can see a view of the Saint Paul Church painted by local artist Eugene Otto (on the back wall of the living room) and a large lithograph shows Gregorio Fuentes (cook and companion on Papa Pilar's fishing boat for more than 20 years). In the room opposite the living room, there is a Cardinal chair in red leather (near the door) which would have been used as an accessory in the Broadway production of The Fifth Column. In this very special atmosphere, an air of "Belle Epoque" hangs in the air. For fans of the writer, there is his favorite chair, old personal photos from his travels around the globe, and of course his Royal typewriter.
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Título :: Title :: Titre ::: Fecha (Date): Fin de verano, fin de tortura :: End of summer, end torture :: Fin de l'été, à la fin de torture ::: 2015/08/09 08:01
:: Fray, Ava, Gardner, Orson, Welles, Pablo, Picasso, Ernest, Hemingway, Toro, Torero, Cobardía, Tortura, Cultura, Muerte, Dolor, Sangre, España, Vergüenza, Ava Gardner, Orson Welles, Pablo Picasso, Ernest Hemingway, Bull, Torero, Cowardice, Torture, Culture, Death, Pain, Blood, Spain, Embarrassment ::
(Es). Historia: Bayas. Asturias. España. Fray ha ido mejorando de la intervención quirúrgica en estos días. El seroma interior alrededor de la zona intervenida ha ido reduciéndose gradualmente. Ya no necesita salir a menudo para vaciar la vejiga, siendo capaz de esperar en casa más de ocho horas sin necesidad de salir a evacuar. Y vuelve a dedicar el tiempo normal en dejar marca de territorio y no como mecanismo prolongado de esfuerzo para evitar aquel dolor que tenía días atrás debido a la obstrucción uretral. En esta foto de aquellos nefastos días se congela uno de los momentos en que estaba en esa postura durante minutos, esforzándose en un lento goteo en el intento de vaciar la vejiga. Así que ahora que todo va pasando: fin de verano… fin de tortura.
Pero en otro orden de cosas, en esta España mía, en esta España nuestra, fin de verano y fin de tortura no es sólo para Fray. España, ese país tan extraño donde perviven un conjunto de leyes en contra del maltrato animal pero, en cambio, tenemos leyes que regulan como divertirse viendo torturar y matar a un toro de lidia en un coso taurino. Incluso hay una completa des-regulación de las becerradas, un festejo aún más cruel que los que vemos en una corrida de toros.
Los becerros son reses de menos de dos años de edad, casi simples cachorros de toros. A estos becerros se les lleva a plazas donde se juntan cientos de personas, que auto-considerados valientes, les acosan en el ruedo, engañados, torturados y asesinados por esos cientos que suman entre vecinos de los pueblos y sus invitados, cortándoles rabos y orejas en muchas ocasiones cuando aún estando vivos. La puntilla final la puede ejecutar un completo ignorante en dichos procedimientos, pudiendo sufrir el animal en ese momento final de la vida, tardando incluso minutos en su agonía del torpe ejecutor.
El Partido Popular ha permitido la celebración de becerradas en El Escorial, Madrid. Después de años de abolición, se han vuelto a producir. además con asistencia de niños viendo las agonías de los toros y su mutilación aún vivos. Estas becerradas son habituales en verano; fin de verano, fin de becerradas y fin de tortura. El político de turno, el alcalde, se pondrá camisa limpia al días siguiente y saldrá a la calles sonriente, ante también sonrientes, elegantes y "auto-valientes" vecinos que han dejado en la lavadora la ropa ensangrentada. "Panem et circenses".
Esto es también España, país donde se tortura a la cultura con unos impuestos elevados y donde esa tauromaquia llamada "cultura" no es más que mera tortura. Mirad vosotros mismos:
www.eldiario.es/caballodenietzsche/Becerradas-cachorros-v...
becerradas.pacma.es/actuemos.php
yofuiungato.blogspot.com.es/2013/09/aficion-por-la-tortur...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TdTBLU3KxI
www.igualdadanimal.org/noticias/5608/torturas-y-matanza-e...
www.schnauzi.com/colectivos-animalistas-piden-abolicion-b...
No terminaríamos la lista de barbaridades que encuentras en la red sobre todo ello. Y los diferentes partidos políticos españoles continúan, en este aspecto, anclados en la época de la dictadura del "Excelentísimo", aquel "Vigía de Occidente". Unos por alejarse de España, otros por mantener una tradición bárbara en un pueblo contentado, otros por mantener su escaño. No alcanzo a comprender cómo Ava Gardner pudo tener el más mínimo interés en ver estas atrocidades. Tampoco lo entiendo en Ernest Hemingway, ni en Orson Welles, ni en Pablo Picasso. Habrán hecho buenas interpretaciones, escrito buenas obras, dirigido obras maestras del cine o inmortalizado con arte las telas blancas, pero algo malo no aprendieron a desterrarlo de sus almas. Cuando observo las bellezas de sus obras me viene a la mente la barbaridad con la que disfrutaban en parte de sus almas. Es esa contradicción del hombre reflejada en cómo a Pablo Picasso podían gustarle las corridas de toros cuando en su Guernica, junto con las personas, también sufren toros y caballos.
Tampoco entiendo la, al fin y al cabo, cobarde y torticera profesión de un torero. Recibe años de formación matando becerros para aprender a confundir y finalmente matar a un toro. A un toro que, en cambio, sólo tiene 10 minutos para aprender defenderse y a conocer los movimientos del torero; a la mínima sospecha de que está aprendiendo, hay que matarlo o matará al torero. Observad que no existen empresarios taurinos que tengan dehesas donde sus toros fueran formados extensamente, con refuerzo positivo, en los lances del toreo, en prever exactamente dónde está el torero más allá del trapo, hacia donde se moverá y por donde debe entrar con urgencia, cabeza baja y cuernos afilados para alcanzarlo certeramente al primer lance; en conocer la trayectoria exacta de esa ridícula carrera que hará el banderillero y saber qué debe hacer para cornearle sin darle opción a poner las banderillas; en conocer los puntos flacos de los picadores y hacer que el propio caballo, sin provocarle rasguño alguno, tirase al suelo al picador y tenerlo así al alcance de sus adoradas y tiernas astas. Toros que estuvieran formados ampliamente en saber dónde cornear al torero una vez éste está en el suelo, olvidándose de esos capotazos con los que los subalternos que intentan despistarle de la tarea de cornear al caído. En definitiva: disponer de toros de lidia formados en su defensa tanto como el torero y su cuadrilla de ayudantes, con garantías de salir con vida de la plaza cortando orejas y rabo… al torero; las mismas que tiene el torero. ¿Cuántos con leotardos apretados que muestran pantorrilla, brillos en los dorsos, ridículos gorros y agujeros en los sobacos de la chaquetilla, se pondrían delante de esos toros "con Master"?. Paradójicamente los toros serían asesinos si matan al torero, pero los toreros serían maestros si matan al toro. ¡Tócate! (decía mi abuela).
Permítame que insista (parafraseando al hijo de un locutor de radio que retransmitió muchas corridas en años del Excelentísimo, con el mismo "Paco" y con su "Polo de Franco" en el Palco de Honor de la plaza): Todo esto también es "Marca España". Pero tristemente todo esto también "Marca a España"… y no para bien. Cosas parecidas también "Marcan" a alguno de esos "adelantados" países del Norte de Europa, como el asesinato cada año de docenas de ballenas piloto a golpes de mazos y hachas… con los niños del pueblo delante, tiñendo de rojo las aguas del mar durante esa bárbara y tradicional costumbre.
Homo homini lupus?. Esta frase, que no es exactamente así, es del comediógrafo latino Plauto (254-184 a. C.), donde en su obra Asinaria, dice literalmente:
"Lupus est homo homini, non homo, quom qualis sit non novit". Lobo es el hombre para el hombre, y no hombre, cuando desconoce quién es el otro.
Certero este Plauto, cuando deja que la interpretación del lector nos podamos decantar por preferir que "el otro" puede ser incluso cualquier ser vivo además de los hombres.
Toma: Fray me adelanta, como siempre, y permanecía en esa postura minutos completos. Llegaba hasta el y sólo goteaba mirando hacia lo lejos, luego me miraba de reojo y seguía con su postura y esfuerzo. La imagen está tomada a varias decenas de metros de distancia. Tenía tiempo para el encuadre, esperar a que mirase hacia la derecha durante un rato, interpretar su silueta y dejarlo sin apenas detalle en esa sombra tenebrosa reflejo de los días negros que pasó. Hoy no tendría tanto tiempo para hacer esta foto, cuando me disponga a encuadrar y enfocar ya habrá bajado la pierna y estará caminando al trote por delante de mi.
Tratamiento: Con Aperture. Original en RAW. Recorte del encuadre para disponer la linea del mar en la parte alta, debajo del gris del monte del fondo. La roca y Fray en el tercio izquierdo. Marco las sombras intensamente provocando una silueta que en el original es mucho menos evidente. Aumento un poco la saturación y la vibración. Contraste y definición también se han aumentado ligeramente para conseguir definir mejor las dos cañas de pescadores que están sobre la línea del mar, en el borde derecho. Finalmente aplico viñeta.
¡Eso es todo amigos!
(En). The History: Bayas. Asturias. Spain. Fray is having a good evolution of surgical intervention in these last days. The seroma that was produced around the surgical site has been gradually reduced. You need not go out often to empty the bladder, being able to wait at home for more than eight hours without leaving to evacuate. And again requires only the normal time to leave mark territory and not as prolonged stress mechanism to avoid that pain that had days earlier due to urethral obstruction. In this photo of those bad days will freeze one of the times when he was in that position for several minutes, struggling in a slow trickle in trying to empty the bladder. So now that everything goes by: ending summer ... ending torture.
But in other matters, in this Spain that's mine, this Spain ours, so summer and to torture is not only for Fray. Spain, the country where strange survive a set of laws against animal abuse, but instead, we have laws that regulate how fun watching torture and kill a bull in the bullring. There's even a complete deregulation of the becerradas an even more cruel celebration that we see in a bullfight.
Calves are cattle under two years of age, almost simple bull puppies. These calves they are taken to places where hundreds of people who self-considered brave, they bully in the ring, deceived, tortured and killed by the hundreds that have between residents of the towns and their guests, cutting tails and ears gather often while still being alive. The final nail can be performed by a complete ignoramus in such proceedings, the animal may suffer in that final moment of life, even taking minutes in agony clumsy executioner.
The Popular Party has allowed holding becerradas in El Escorial, Madrid. After years of abolition, it has been brought back into production. also attended by children watching the agonies of bulls and mutilation still alive. These are common in summer becerradas; end of summer, so becerradas and end torture. The politician in office, the mayor, the next day clean shirt will and will go on smiling streets, to also smiling, elegant and "self-brave" neighbors who have left the bloody clothes washer. "Panem et circenses - Bread and circuses".
This is also Spain, a country where torture culture with high taxes and where that bullfighting called "culture" is nothing more than mere torture. Look for yourselves:
www.eldiario.es/caballodenietzsche/Becerradas-cachorros-v...
becerradas.pacma.es/actuemos.php
yofuiungato.blogspot.com.es/2013/09/aficion-por-la-tortur...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TdTBLU3KxI
www.igualdadanimal.org/noticias/5608/torturas-y-matanza-e...
www.schnauzi.com/colectivos-animalistas-piden-abolicion-b...
No list would end the atrocities they find on the net about it all. And the different Spanish political parties continue, in this respect, rooted in the era of the dictatorship of "Excellency", that "Watcher of the West." Some get away from Spain, others to maintain a barbaric tradition in a contented people, others to keep his seat. I fail to understand how Ava Gardner could have the slightest interest in seeing these atrocities. I do not understand it in Ernest Hemingway or Orson Welles, or Pablo Picasso. They have done good performances, good works written, directed masterpieces of cinema art or be immortalized with these strokes on the white canvas, but something bad not learned to banish their souls. When I look at the beauty of his works he comes to my mind the barbarity with which enjoyed a part of their souls. It is this contradiction of man reflected on how Pablo Picasso could to like bullfighting when in his Guernica, along with people, bulls and horses also suffer.
Nor finally I understand the cowardly and tortuous profession of a bullfighter. Get killing calves formative years learning to confuse and eventually kill a bull. A bull, however, only has 10 minutes to learn and know the movements defend the bullfighter; to suspect that he is learning, you must be killed or otherwise, that bull will learn the minimum necessary to kill the torero. Notice that there are no bullfighting entrepreneurs who have pastures where bulls were trained extensively, with positive reinforcement, in sets of bullfighting, to foresee exactly where torero beyond wipe, which will move and where to go urgently is, low head and sharp horns to accurately reach the first set; to know the exact path of this ridiculous race that will do the banderillero and know what to do to give gored without giving option to put the banderillas; to know the weaknesses of the picadors and make the horse itself, without causing any scratch, throw it down the chopper and so have it at your beloved and tender antlers. Bulls that were widely formed in knowing where the bullfighter gored once it is on the ground, forgetting those passes cloak with those who try to mislead subordinates the task of gore fallen. In short: fighting bulls have formed in his defense as much as the torero and his crew of helpers, with guarantees to get out alive from the square cut ears and tail ... but cut the bullfighter; the same guarantees has bullfighter. How many with tight leotards showing calf shines on the backs, ridiculous hats and holes in the armpits of the jacket, they would in front of the bulls "with Master" ?. Paradoxically bulls would only vile murderers in the event that kill the bullfighter, bullfighters but if teachers would kill the bull. Touch your! (Would say my grandmother).
Let me insist (paraphrasing the son of a radio broadcast that runs on many years of His Excellency, with the same "Paco" and his "Franco Polo" in the Presidential Balcony of the square): This also "Brand Spain ". But sadly this also "will mark Spain" ... and not for good. Also things like "tag" to any of these "developed" countries of Northern Europe, such as murder every year dozens of pilot whales blows of hammers and axes ... with Children of that barbarous people watching the show, turning red sea water during this barbaric and traditional custom.
Homo homini lupus ?. This phrase, which is not exactly true, is original of Latin playwright Plautus (254-184 BC.), Where his work Asinaria literally says:
"Lupus est homo homini, non homo, quom qualis sit non novit". Wolf is the man for man, and not man, when unknown who the other.
This Plautus accurate when you let the reader's interpretation we can decant it preferred "other" may be even any living being as well as men.
Taking up: Fray anticipates me, as always, and remained in that position full minutes. And only he reached the leaked looking into the distance, then I looked at her and continued his posture and effort. The image is taken to several tens of meters away. Have enough time for the frame, wait for him to look to the right for a while, interpreting its shape and leave with little detail in that dark shadow reflection of the dark days happened. Today would not have much time to make this picture, when I provided to frame and focus and be down the leg and is walking trotting ahead of me.
Treatment: With Aperture. Original RAW. Trimming the frame to provide the sea line at the top, below the mountain of gray background. The Fray rock in the left third. Remarked the shadows intensely obtaining a figure in the original version is much less evident, with more details. Increase a little saturation and vibration. Contrast and definition have also increased slightly to get better define the two fishing rods that are on the waterfront, at the right edge. Finally I apply vignette.
That's all folks !!
(Fr). Histoire: Bayas. Asturias. L'Espagne. Fray est d'avoir une bonne évolution de l'intervention chirurgicale dans ces derniers jours. Le sérome qui a été produite autour du site chirurgical a été progressivement réduite. Besoin pas sortir souvent de vider la vessie, être en mesure d'attendre à la maison pendant plus de huit heures sans laisser d'évacuer. Et exige à nouveau que le temps normal de quitter le territoire marque et le mécanisme du stress pas aussi prolongée pour éviter que la douleur qui avait jours plus tôt en raison de l'obstruction de l'urètre. Dans cette photo de ces mauvais jours va geler un des moments où il était dans cette position pendant plusieurs minutes, en difficulté dans un mince filet en essayant de vider la vessie. Alors, maintenant que tout se passe par: finissant été ... se terminant torture.
Mais dans d'autres domaines, dans cette Espagne qui est la mienne, cette Espagne nôtre, donc l'été et à la torture est non seulement pour Fray. Espagne, le pays où étrange survivre à un ensemble de lois contre la maltraitance des animaux, mais à la place, nous avons des lois qui régissent la façon de plaisir à regarder torturer et tuer un taureau dans les arènes. Il y a même une déréglementation complète des becerradas une célébration encore plus cruelle que nous voyons dans une corrida.
Les veaux sont les bovins de moins de deux ans, près de chiots bull simples. Ces veaux elles sont prises dans des endroits où des centaines de personnes qui se sont considérés comme courageux, ils intimident dans le ring, trompé, torturés et tués par les centaines qui ont entre habitants des villes et de leurs invités, coupe queue et des oreilles rassemblent souvent tout en étant toujours vivant. Le clou final peut être effectué par un ignare complet dans une telle procédure, l'animal peut souffrir en ce moment final de la vie, même en tenant minutes à l'agonie bourreau maladroit.
Le Parti Populaire a permis la tenue becerradas à El Escorial, Madrid. Après des années de suppression, ont été remis en production. également fréquentée par les enfants à regarder les agonies de taureaux et les mutilations encore en vie. Ils sont communs dans becerradas d'été; fin de l'été, de sorte becerradas et la torture de fin. Le politicien dans le bureau, le maire, la chemise propre lendemain sera et ira dans les rues souriants, à sourire aussi, les voisins élégantes et "auto-courageux" qui ont quitté le vêtements sanglante rondelle. «Panem et circenses - Du pain et des jeux».
Ceci est aussi l'Espagne, un pays où la culture de la torture avec des impôts élevés et où que la corrida appelé la «culture» est rien de plus que la simple torture. Regardez par vous-mêmes:
www.eldiario.es/caballodenietzsche/Becerradas-cachorros-v...
becerradas.pacma.es/actuemos.php
yofuiungato.blogspot.com.es/2013/09/aficion-por-la-tortur...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TdTBLU3KxI
www.igualdadanimal.org/noticias/5608/torturas-y-matanza-e...
www.schnauzi.com/colectivos-animalistas-piden-abolicion-b...
Aucune liste mettrait fin aux atrocités qu'ils trouvent sur le net à propos de tout cela. Et les différents partis politiques espagnols continuent, à cet égard, enracinée dans l'ère de la dictature du «Excellence», que «Vigilant de l'Ouest." Certains obtiennent loin de l'Espagne, d'autres pour maintenir une tradition barbare dans un peuple heureux, d'autres à garder son siège. Je ne comprends pas comment Ava Gardner pourrait avoir le moindre intérêt à voir ces atrocités. Je ne comprends pas dans Ernest Hemingway ou Orson Welles, ou Pablo Picasso. Ils ont fait de bonnes performances, bonnes œuvres écrites, des chefs-d'œuvre du cinéma dirigés art ou être immortalisé avec ces traits sur la toile blanche, mais quelque chose de mauvais pas appris à bannir de leurs âmes. Quand je regarde la beauté de ses œuvres, il vient à l'esprit la barbarie avec laquelle jouissait d'une partie de leurs âmes. Il est cette contradiction de l'homme réfléchi sur la façon dont Pablo Picasso pouvait aimer la tauromachie quand, dans son Guernica, avec les gens, taureaux et les chevaux souffrent aussi.
Ni enfin, je comprends la profession lâche et tortueuse d'un torero. Obtenez tuer veaux années de formation apprendre à semer la confusion et éventuellement tuer un taureau. Un taureau, cependant, ne dispose que de 10 minutes pour apprendre et connaître les mouvements défendent le torero; à soupçonner qu'il est l'apprentissage, vous devez être tué ou autrement, ce taureau va apprendre le minimum nécessaire pour tuer le torero. Remarquez qu'il y a pas d'entrepreneurs de la tauromachie qui ont pâturages où les taureaux ont été formés intensivement, avec le renforcement positif, dans des ensembles de tauromachie, de prévoir exactement où torero essuyer au-delà, qui se déplace et où aller est urgent, faible tête et les cornes pointues pour atteindre avec précision la première série; de connaître le chemin exact de cette course ridicule que fera le banderillero et de savoir quoi faire pour donner un coup de corne sans donner l'option de mettre les banderilles; de connaître les faiblesses des picadors et de faire le cheval lui-même, sans causer de zéro, faire tomber le couperet et ainsi avoir à vos bien-aimés bois et tendres. Taureau qui ont été largement formés à savoir où le torero encorné une fois qu'il est sur le terrain, oubliant ces passes manteau à ceux qui essaient de tromper les subordonnés la tâche de gore tombé. En bref: les taureaux de combat se sont formées dans sa défense autant que le torero et son équipage d'assistants, avec des garanties pour sortir vivant de les oreilles coupées carrés et la queue ... mais couper le torero; les mêmes garanties a torero. Combien de maillots serrés montrant veau brille sur le dos, des chapeaux ridicules et les trous dans les aisselles de la veste, ils le feraient devant les taureaux "avec Maître"?. Paradoxalement taureaux seraient meurtriers ne vils dans l'événement qui tuent le torero, les toreros, mais si les enseignants allaient tuer le taureau. Touchez votre! (dirais ma grand-mère).
Permettez-moi d'insister (pour paraphraser le fils d'une émission de radio qui fonctionne sur de nombreuses années de Son Excellence, avec le même "Paco" et son "Franco Polo" dans le balcon présidentiel de la place): Cela a également "Marque Espagne ". Mais malheureusement cela aussi "marquera l'Espagne" ... et pas pour de bon. Aussi des choses comme «tag» à l'une de ces pays «développés» de l'Europe du Nord, comme les assassiner tous année des dizaines de globicéphales coups de marteaux et de haches ... avec enfants de ce peuple barbare en regardant le spectacle, virant au rouge l'eau de mer au cours de cette coutume barbare et traditionnelle.
Homo homini lupus?. Cette phrase, qui est pas exactement vrai, est d'origine latine du dramaturge Plaute (254-184 av. JC), où son travail Asinaria dit littéralement:
"Lupus homini est homo, non homo, Quom Qualis assis non novit". Wolf est l'homme pour l'homme, et non l'homme, quand inconnu qui l'autre.
Cette Plaute précise lorsque vous laissez l'interprétation du lecteur, nous peut décanter préféré «autre» peut-être même tout être vivant ainsi que les hommes.
Prendre: Fray me anticipe, comme toujours, et est resté dans cette position minutes complètes. Et seulement atteint le regardant fuite dans la distance, alors je l'ai regardée et continué sa posture et de l'effort. L'image est prise à plusieurs dizaines de mètres. Avoir assez de temps pour le cadre, attendre pour lui de regarder à droite pendant un certain temps, l'interprétation de sa forme et de laisser avec peu de détails en ce que la réflexion de l'ombre des jours sombres arrivé. Aujourd'hui aurait pas beaucoup de temps pour faire cette photo, quand je pour encadrer et de se concentrer et d'être en bas de la jambe et se promène au trot devant moi.
Traitement: Avec Aperture. Origine RAW. Découper le cadre de fournir la ligne de la mer au sommet, en dessous de la montagne de fond gris. La roche Fray dans le tiers gauche. Remarqua le ombres obtention intensément une figure dans la version originale est beaucoup moins évidente, avec plus de détails. Augmentez un peu la saturation et les vibrations. Contraste et la définition ont également légèrement augmenté pour aller mieux définir les deux cannes à pêche qui sont sur le front de mer, sur le bord droit. Enfin je demande vignette.
Voilà, c'est tout!
La Concha, Key West's premier hotel and spa are one of the Historic Hotels of America’s earliest members, as its induction dates back to 1991. This spectacular Key West historic hotel also debuted nearly a century ago as the island’s first upscale holiday destination. During the 1920s, Key West was rapidly transforming into a prominent resort community thanks to the efforts of renowned railroad magnate and hotelier Henry B. Flagler. The island had spent years serving as a bustling commercial seaport until Flagler recognized that its inherent beauty would make for a desirable tourist attraction. He subsequently went to work connecting Key West to his own statewide railroad network—the historic Florida East Coast Railway. Hundreds of vacationers soon flooded into Key West, as well as countless real estate developers eager to make a profit. Among the many aspiring businessmen to travel to the area at the time was Carl Aubuchon, who immediately recognized the opportunity to open a grand luxury hotel in the heart of Key West. Forming a partnership with Jefferson B. Browne’s Florida Keys Realty Company, Aubuchon began constructing a beautiful six-story structure that brilliantly reflected the area’s rich Colonial Spanish heritage. The project itself proved to be a massive undertaking, costing Aubuchon and his team nearly a million dollars to complete. The money had nonetheless been put to good use, resulting in the creation of such outstanding details as marble floors, private baths, and a fully functional electric elevator. The new hotel even featured steel beams; a then-cutting-edge technology that helped make the building nearly fireproof.
Aubuchon finally opened his magnificent business as the “La Conca Hotel” at the beginning of 1926. The hotel quickly became one of the most popular attractions in downtown Key West, with its 100 original guestrooms attracting many visitors with their lavish amenities and sweeping ocean views. The rooms themselves went for three dollars a night, although guests could get a steak dinner if they spent an extra 30 cents. But the hotel’s prosperity was not destined to last, as the onset of the Great Depression significantly reduced demand for its accommodations. Then, in 1935, a devastating hurricane swept through Key West, which further depressed the local tourism industry. Fortunately, both La Concha Hotel and the island as a whole recovered swiftly in the years following World War II, arising once more as a cherished vacation hotspot. Many of America’s most illustrious personalities even returned to the island in great numbers, including author Ernest Hemingway and U.S. President Harry S. Truman. While the two men had their own homes on Key West, they nonetheless visited La Concha Hotel for cocktails. Tennessee Williams also visited the hotel around the same time, staying for long trips inside one of its guestrooms. Indeed, Williams lived at the hotel in 1946, using its tranquil atmosphere to help him write his masterpiece, A Streetcar Named Desire. Now known as “La Concha Hotel & Spa,” this historic tropical retreat continues to be among the best places to stay in Key West today.
Credit for the data above is given to the following websites:
www.marriott.com/en-us/hotels/eywaw-la-concha-key-west/ov...
www.historichotels.org/us/hotels-resorts/la-concha-hotel-...
fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Concha_Hotel_%26_Spa
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A nieve portrait of a youngish Hemingway hangs over the mantle in the dining room. Much of the display is given over to movie posters, books and objects that give the feel of what the house would have looked like when Hemingway was in residence.
Ernest Hemingway scriveva:
Non lo disse ad alta voce perché sapeva che a dirle, le cose belle non succedono.
Così nel silenzio ho goduto di questa magia.
« Il ne distinguait plus la ligne la ligne verte du rivage; seuls les sommets des collines bleues se détachaient en blanc comme s'ils étaient couverts de neige; les nuages qui les couronnaient ressemblaient aussi à de hautes montagnes neigeuses. La mer avait pris une couleur foncée et la lumière découpait des prismes dans l'eau. Les taches innombrables du plancton se dissolvaient dans l'éclat du soleil à son zénith; le vieux ne voyait plus que les irisations profondes sous l'eau violettes et ses lignes qui descendaient tout droit dans la mer. Il y avait mille mètres de fond. »
Le Vieil Homme et la Mer
Ernest Hemingway
Finca Vigía was the home of Ernest Hemingway in San Francisco de Paula, Cuba, and now houses a museum.
Hemingway lived in the house from mid 1939 to 1960, renting it at first, and then buying it in December 1940 after he married his third wife Martha Gellhorn. Hemingway paid $12,500 for the property. The property was located for Hemingway by Gellhorn, who had come to Cuba to be with Hemingway but decided she did not want to live in the small room he rented at the Hotel Ambos Mundos. The Finca at the time consisted of 15 acres (61,000 m2) with a farmhouse.
It was at Finca Vigía that he wrote much of For Whom the Bell Tolls (a novel of the Spanish Civil War which Hemingway had covered as a journalist with Gellhorn in the late 1930s—the novel was started at the Ambos Mundos, and some was also written in Idaho). Hemingway would later buy the property out of some of the first royalties from the book, published in 1940.
When Hemingway and Gellhorn were divorced in 1945, Hemingway kept Finca Vigia and lived there during the winters with his last wife, Mary Welsh Hemingway.
At the Finca, Hemingway also wrote The Old Man and the Sea (1951) about a fisherman who worked the waters off Havana.
This is the Café Iruna located in the Castle Square plaza in Pamplona, northern Spain, a bar-restaurant once frequented by Hemingway.
EXPLORE #219 NOVEMBER 19TH 2009 ...Thank u dear flickr friends
it was so hard to catch this one as it rested only fleetingly....got lucky here
The Tailed Jay (Graphium agamemnon) is a predominantly green and black tropical butterfly that belongs to the swallowtail family. The butterfly is also called Green Spotted Triangle, Tailed Green Jay or the Green Triangle. It is a common, non-threatened species native to India.
Once found primarily close to wooded country where there is a fairly heavy rainfall, the Tailed Jay is now very common at low elevations and regularly seen in gardens and urban areas due to its foodplant, Polyalthia longifolia (False Ashoka or Mast Tree), being widely used as an ornamental tree.
Strong and restless fliers, they are very active butterflies and flutter their wings constantly even when at flowers. They are seldom seen drinking from damp patches. The males are particularly fond of nectaring from flowers such as Lantana, Ixora, Mussaenda and Poinsettia. The females are more likely caught when looking for foodplants or laying eggs.
One of the most famous Parisian cafes is Les Deux Magots, located across the street from St Germaine-des-Pres church. I was unfamiliar with the term "Magots", and wondered if they meant "The Two Maggots" which wouldn't be very appetizing ; -) But "Les Deux Magots" refers to the two statues of Chinese commercial agents that are mounted to a pillar inside of the cafe.
The first odd thing that distinguishes a Parisian cafe is that the seats on the sidewalk face outward to the street. It's a great way to watch the world go by as you slowly sip a coffee or other drink.
Les Deux cafe, once the haunt of Surrealist painters and writers such as Ernest Hemingway, attracts a crowd of coffee drinkers everyday. I suppose they are hoping to bump into a famous writer or painter ; ))
La Concha, Key West's premier hotel and spa are one of the Historic Hotels of America’s earliest members, as its induction dates back to 1991. This spectacular Key West historic hotel also debuted nearly a century ago as the island’s first upscale holiday destination. During the 1920s, Key West was rapidly transforming into a prominent resort community thanks to the efforts of renowned railroad magnate and hotelier Henry B. Flagler. The island had spent years serving as a bustling commercial seaport until Flagler recognized that its inherent beauty would make for a desirable tourist attraction. He subsequently went to work connecting Key West to his own statewide railroad network—the historic Florida East Coast Railway. Hundreds of vacationers soon flooded into Key West, as well as countless real estate developers eager to make a profit. Among the many aspiring businessmen to travel to the area at the time was Carl Aubuchon, who immediately recognized the opportunity to open a grand luxury hotel in the heart of Key West. Forming a partnership with Jefferson B. Browne’s Florida Keys Realty Company, Aubuchon began constructing a beautiful six-story structure that brilliantly reflected the area’s rich Colonial Spanish heritage. The project itself proved to be a massive undertaking, costing Aubuchon and his team nearly a million dollars to complete. The money had nonetheless been put to good use, resulting in the creation of such outstanding details as marble floors, private baths, and a fully functional electric elevator. The new hotel even featured steel beams; a then-cutting-edge technology that helped make the building nearly fireproof.
Aubuchon finally opened his magnificent business as the “La Conca Hotel” at the beginning of 1926. The hotel quickly became one of the most popular attractions in downtown Key West, with its 100 original guestrooms attracting many visitors with their lavish amenities and sweeping ocean views. The rooms themselves went for three dollars a night, although guests could get a steak dinner if they spent an extra 30 cents. But the hotel’s prosperity was not destined to last, as the onset of the Great Depression significantly reduced demand for its accommodations. Then, in 1935, a devastating hurricane swept through Key West, which further depressed the local tourism industry. Fortunately, both La Concha Hotel and the island as a whole recovered swiftly in the years following World War II, arising once more as a cherished vacation hotspot. Many of America’s most illustrious personalities even returned to the island in great numbers, including author Ernest Hemingway and U.S. President Harry S. Truman. While the two men had their own homes on Key West, they nonetheless visited La Concha Hotel for cocktails. Tennessee Williams also visited the hotel around the same time, staying for long trips inside one of its guestrooms. Indeed, Williams lived at the hotel in 1946, using its tranquil atmosphere to help him write his masterpiece, A Streetcar Named Desire. Now known as “La Concha Hotel & Spa,” this historic tropical retreat continues to be among the best places to stay in Key West today.
Credit for the data above is given to the following websites:
www.marriott.com/en-us/hotels/eywaw-la-concha-key-west/ov...
www.historichotels.org/us/hotels-resorts/la-concha-hotel-...
fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Concha_Hotel_%26_Spa
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Hemingway writes,
"He noticed how pleasant it was to have someone to talk to instead of speaking only to himself and to the sea. 'I missed you,' he said."
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Floridita or El Floridita is a historic fish restaurant and cocktail bar in the older part of Havana (La Habana Vieja), Cuba. It lies at the end of Calle Obispo (Bishop Street), across Monserrate Street from the National Museum of Fine Arts of Havana (Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes de La Habana). The establishment is famous for its daiquiris and for having been one of the favourite hangouts of Ernest Hemingway in Havana. The bar now boasts a life size bronze statue of Ernest Hemingway positioned in his favourite spot at the end of the bar. On a small plaque hanging in El Floridita, hangs Hemingway's signed quote: "My mojito in the Bodeguita del Medio and my daiquiri in the Floridita".
This is the Cafe Iruna located in the Castle Square plaza in Pamplona, northern Spain, a bar-restaurant once frequented by Hemingway.
I went up to Winston-Salem last Saturday to an antiques show. The show is out at the Dixie Classic Fairgrounds, in a building that seems to serve as an ice-skating rink, and another sort of convention hall building. There aren't all that many dealers, but usually I find a few things. Of course, I was mostly looking for photographs, but I'll buy something else if I like it and the price is right. The fairground is right near where my mother is living now, so I could (metaphorically) kill two birds with one stone. Always nice, that.
So I bought a few photographs. I hate to say that I have lost the avidity that used to attend my hunts for photographs. I've seen so many that perhaps it takes a bit more to get me going. Anyway, I bought a few things. You'll see some of them. Nothing all that special. Maybe a few amusements for some of my girls. A laugh or two. Nothing that has me turning flip-flops.
Walking in the second building, in the middle row of aisles (there were only three rows in each building), I saw this dealer who had some paintings laid out. I think the Hemingway was the first thing I saw. It was right out in the open, on the floor, leaning against some other paintings. Somebody could have kicked it, and damaged it, quite easily. I didn't hesitate. "How much do you want for Hemingway?" I said. I mean, that's the first thing you notice about the painting. There is no question who it is---it is an exceedingly fine representation of the man. You don't look at it and say "Well, maybe it's Hemingway, but it might be Faulkner. Or John O'Hara or somebody." No, boom, Hemingway. There is a confidence of presentation in the portrait. "I know Hemingway," the artist seems to say. "This is Hemingway."
"Oh, maybe 450," I think the dealer said. "Maybe 400 dollars." I didn't react. I didn't look at the guy. I didn't say anything. He had long hair tied at the back with a rubber band. It would have been hippie hair, but now it had turned silver, solid silver. An ex-hippie who now listens to classical music, maybe. I liked the guy. He didn't even pause. I had never said a word. "I'll take 300 dollars," he said.
I hadn't even bothered to pick the painting up. You know, or you don't know. I hate that dangling crapola. "I'll buy it at that price," I said. I might have picked it up and looked a little more closely at that point. It has a bit of damage, to the left of the top of the head, at the base of that stub of mountain sticking up. I think that was there, but I don't remember seeing it. It's not very noticeable. I mean, you can almost see it as more of the mountain. A fissure.
I told the dealer that I needed to pay for the painting the next day, because I had to get my check book.
I walked around, thinking about having to come back the next day (I had left my checkbook in Concord).
Finally I realized I could just go to the nearest Bank of America and get the money out of my account. I went and saw my mother, got on a computer and figured out where the B of A was, got the money, drove back to the show, and paid for the painting. Oh, I forgot to mention that I walked right in to the show without paying. The woman who was supposed to be checking to see if you had your ticket was looking the other way, and I just walked right past her. I wasn't even sure I was supposed to pay. When I left to go out, she gave me a handstamp to verify that I had paid, so I could get back in. I believe that that was God talking to me, saying, "Today is the day you must buy this painting. This is your sign, this little bit of whipped cream."
I suppose I should add that I carried the painting around in the building for a while after that. That was really not too bright. I'd imagine I was bragging, showing-off. I wanted people to see it. I wanted them to be thinking, "Why didn't I buy that? It was lying right out there the whole time. I could have had it, and now he's got it.": You could see people trying to look, trying to see what painting I had bought. There weren't a lot of paintings selling. They probably were thinking I had paid a lot of money for it.
All right, well, eventually I left. I took the painting over and showed it to my mother, and brought it home. Here it is.
All read, excepting The Conquest of New Spain (edit: now read!) and The Recognitions. Oh, and the second book of Don Quixote.
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J.D. Salinger - Franny and Zooey
J.D. Salinger - Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters / Seymour: an Introduction
Simon Callow - Orson Welles: The Road to Xanadu
Richard Farina - Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me
Hunter S. Thompson - The Great Shark Hunt
Anthony Burgess - A Clockwork Orange
John Kennedy Toole - A Confederacy of Dunces
Joseph Heller - Catch-22
John Irving - The World According to Garp
J.S. Mill - On Liberty
Cervantes - Don Quixote
Jorge Luis Borges - Labyrinths
Isaiah Berlin - Concepts & Categories
Kurt Vonnegut - Slaughterhouse 5
William Faulkner - The Sound and the Fury
Hunter S. Thompson - Fear and Loathing: on the Campaign Trail '72
Tom Wolfe - The Bonfire of the Vanities
Thomas Pynchon - V
Thomas Pynchon - Gravity's Rainbow
Bernal Diaz - The Conquest of New Spain
Kurt Vonnegut - Cat's Cradle
Albert Camus - The Outsider
William Gaddis - The Recognitions
Ernest Hemingway - A Farewell to Arms
From Ernest Hemingway balcony.
He used to live in a room in Hotel Amobs Mundos, Havana, Cuba.
Ernest Miller Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) was an American novelist, short-story writer, and journalist. Nicknamed "Papa", he was part of the 1920s expatriate community in Paris known as "the Lost Generation", as described in his memoir A Moveable Feast. He led a turbulent social life, was married four times, and allegedly had various romantic relationships during his lifetime. For a serious writer, he achieved a rare cult-like popularity during his lifetime. Hemingway received the Pulitzer Prize in 1953 for The Old Man and the Sea. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1954.
Source: Wikipedia
Finca Vigía was the home of Ernest Hemingway in San Francisco de Paula, Cuba, and now houses a museum.
Hemingway lived in the house from mid 1939 to 1960, renting it at first, and then buying it in December 1940 after he married his third wife Martha Gellhorn. Hemingway paid $12,500 for the property. The property was located for Hemingway by Gellhorn, who had come to Cuba to be with Hemingway but decided she did not want to live in the small room he rented at the Hotel Ambos Mundos. The Finca at the time consisted of 15 acres (61,000 m2) with a farmhouse.
It was at Finca Vigía that he wrote much of For Whom the Bell Tolls (a novel of the Spanish Civil War which Hemingway had covered as a journalist with Gellhorn in the late 1930s—the novel was started at the Ambos Mundos, and some was also written in Idaho). Hemingway would later buy the property out of some of the first royalties from the book, published in 1940.
When Hemingway and Gellhorn were divorced in 1945, Hemingway kept Finca Vigia and lived there during the winters with his last wife, Mary Welsh Hemingway.
At the Finca, Hemingway also wrote The Old Man and the Sea (1951) about a fisherman who worked the waters off Havana.
This is the room where Ernest Hemingway wrote most of his work in Key West, Florida
Tenuous Link: dial on wall
Finca Vigía was the home of Ernest Hemingway in San Francisco de Paula, Cuba, and now houses a museum.
Hemingway lived in the house from mid 1939 to 1960, renting it at first, and then buying it in December 1940 after he married his third wife Martha Gellhorn. Hemingway paid $12,500 for the property. The property was located for Hemingway by Gellhorn, who had come to Cuba to be with Hemingway but decided she did not want to live in the small room he rented at the Hotel Ambos Mundos. The Finca at the time consisted of 15 acres (61,000 m2) with a farmhouse.
It was at Finca Vigía that he wrote much of For Whom the Bell Tolls (a novel of the Spanish Civil War which Hemingway had covered as a journalist with Gellhorn in the late 1930s—the novel was started at the Ambos Mundos, and some was also written in Idaho). Hemingway would later buy the property out of some of the first royalties from the book, published in 1940.
When Hemingway and Gellhorn were divorced in 1945, Hemingway kept Finca Vigia and lived there during the winters with his last wife, Mary Welsh Hemingway.
At the Finca, Hemingway also wrote The Old Man and the Sea (1951) about a fisherman who worked the waters off Havana.
Floridita or El Floridita is a historic fish restaurant and cocktail bar in the older part of Havana (La Habana Vieja), Cuba. It lies at the end of Calle Obispo (Bishop Street), across Monserrate Street from the The National Museum of Fine Arts of Havana (Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes de La Habana). The establishment is famous for its daiquiris and for having been one of the favourite hangouts of Ernest Hemingway in Havana.
The Nobel Prize-winning American writer Ernest Hemingway frequented the bar, which is at the end of Calle Obispo (Bishop Street), a short walk from the Hotel Ambos Mundos where Hemingway maintained a room from 1932–1939. Hemingway's children also noted that in the early 1940s Hemingway and his wife "Mary" (Martha Gellhorn) continued to drive from their house outside Havana (Finca Vigía) to the Floridita for drinks. The establishment today contains many noticeable memorabilia of the author, with photographs, a bust and, more recently (2003), a life-size bronze statue at the end of the bar near the wall, sculpted by the Cuban artist José Villa Soberón.