for clee. *ahem*

hibbidy bibbidy thelonious monk,
rhymes for your b-day — i know your down with the crunk.
i’ll leave the lovey dovey for your lady luv,
she be biting your neck like catherine deneuve.
…

There was a period in my life (puberty) when Hemingway was my favorite author — his masculinely laconic prose appealed to the manliness within the manly man that I thought I was. One might even say the particular economy of his fiction prompted me to pursue a double degree in Economics and English…

(sadly, this is not true; as many people know first generation Asian-Americans belonging to the Silicon Valley diaspora typically force their children into the following four acceptable fields: Medicine, Law, Engineering, Business — art was simply out of the question).

Aside from his influence on literary fronts, Hemingway also poured his creative energies into cocktail creation. Being an irrationally masculine manly man, Hemingway was an abusive drunk; his penchant for firearms and knives helped expand the violent capacity of his intoxicated state. A man famous for bombastic quotes, he dropped a couple of lines in regards to the linear relationship between being a man and being a drunkard.