Jersey Shore baby

It is hot. It is sticky. My hair is actually curling. But ohmegosh Crumbs Bake Shop makes the best cupcakes.

I'm not sure what brought on this thought, but I'm fascinated with the way that Gertrude Stein, Ernest Hemingway, and F. Scott Fitzgerald were all friends and moved in the same circles. This has nothing to do with the writings of the Lost Generation, though I am really fond of those, but more to do with the way these literary minds found and nurtured one another. It's happened throughout history, theirs was in Paris, the Inklings (Tolkien, Lewis, and Barfield) in Oxford, and then there was the Beat Generation discovering themselves in 1950 New York (Ginsberg, Kerouac, and Cassidy). The way that these writers formed friendships and influenced each other's works is astounding and I have to wonder if there's a movement, a hidden grouping of writers works who will stand the test of time happening right down the corner from me. Meeting at mornings in The Gray Dog or for drinks at Gatsby's or maybe just sitting and chatting with one another at Washington Square Park. Or maybe this time it won't be New York, but L.A. or Prague or Berlin, who knows? There are just so many books published and so many talented authors lost in the fray that I wonder will our Hemingways and Tolkiens and Ginsbergs remain unfound because of the cheapness of our generation? I desperately hope not and anxiously await to read the writings of those fellows sitting under a tree somewhere with red bull and coffee hashing out characters, plots, purposes, and passions.

Recap: Thanks to the wonderful connections that arise from living in a dorm where everyone has internships with companies throughout the city, my day yesterday was spent on the 27th floor of the Goldman Sachs building watching the Red Bull Air Races with C and SB. Watching the planes dip and dive smoke plumes tracing the path of the twisting planes was breathtaking against the bright blue of the June sky. It was my first trip to Jersey. Then after riding the Path back into Manhattan I lazed around writing and reading until it was time for K's going away party at Pastis. I love how beautiful everyone gets when they go out, arranging their makeup, hair, and outfit. Everybody sort of sparkles when thrown into the dim lights of street lamps lining cobblestoned roads and all you can think of is the night is new and we are young.

But now its morning and I have things I need to do and places I need to be. So have a wonderful Sunday dear readers.

-Mandy

P.S. Happy Father's Day!