April 12th, 2006
sometimes all it takes is a few minutes.
i had a bit of time yesterday to spend at my favourite bookstore in town. i like to find a few books first then sit cross legged on the floor in the corner. i pulled one on gertrude stein and spent the next half hour travelling around europe, having drinks with hemingway, and going shopping in small french villages with alice b. toklas. I fell into the photos of french cafes, cozy art filled rooms with overstuffed furniture and lots of books. I love reading about how gertrude decided to cut her hair off, leaving her even more masculine looking than she was previously, (how daring for the time), and how she continued to write after being so heavily criticized by so many in the writing world. a true revolutionary. her writing style so strange and simple, she seemed to love the rythym of words, often repeating them over and over as if in a song.
a half hour was enough to recharge me after feeling tired and winded from this nasty cold and a hectic week. I dreamt of foreign vistas and good conversations over wine. of revolutions. and strong women. and love. and love. and love.