To The Manner Born

Life in the closing days of the empire

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“Every damn thing is your own fault, if you are any good.”

–Ernest Hemingway

Photo by Julio Ubiña

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Ernest Hemingway and Lauren Bacall in Spain, circa late 1950s.

Lifestyle of the Unemployed

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Happy Birthday Ernie (7.21)

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Hunter S. Thompson.

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Hunter S. Thompson, Mexico, 1974

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Graydon Carter, Lake Waramaug, Connecticut, 1998.

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Today is Bastille Day, a national holiday in France that commemorates the storming of the Bastille prison in 1789.

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Summer Is Coming.

Graydon Carter.

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Today’s (14 July) birthday boy

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Pablo Neruda // "All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are."

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“The only people who ever get anyplace interesting are the people who get lost.”

— Henry David Thoreau (via kolibriaurinko)

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Henry David Thoreau, on His Birthday

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July 12, 1853: White vervain. Checkerberry, maybe some days. Spikenard, not quite yet. The green-flowered lanceolate-leafed orchis at Azalea Brook will soon flower. Wood horse-tail very large and handsome there.

July 12, 1856: Hear the plaintive note of young bluebirds, a reviving and gleaming of their blue ray. White vervain. Smooth sumach. Rue is beginning now to whiten the meadows on all hands.     Red lilies in prime, single upright fiery flowers, their throats how splendidly and variously spotted, hardly two of quite the same hue and not two spotted alike,—leopard-spotted,—averaging a foot or more in height, amid the huckleberry and lambkill, etc., in the moist, meadowy pasture.

July 12, 1857: I find many strawberries deep in the grass of the meadow near this Hosmer Spring; then proceed on my way with reddened and fragrant fingers, till it gets washed off at new springs. It is exceedingly sultry this afternoon, and few men are abroad. The cows stand up to their bellies in the river, lashing their sides with their tails from time to time.

from The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau, edited by Damion Searls

Henry David Thoreau was born July 12, 1817. The above are entries he made on some of his birthdays. No mention of cake with chocolate frosting or sprinkles in any of them.    

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Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty. The obedient must be slaves

Henry David Thoreau

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July 12 birthday boy

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