Welcome to another edition of The Jumpstack! This week is all about stories of manly men, movies, mattresses, and the stories we tell about ourselves. Let’s jump in! For whom the bell eventually tolls I don’t like Ernest Hemingway. I’ve had my share of loud, shouty bros who can’t handle any situation in which they’re not the centre of attention, which is why he’s never held a place in my imagination of what it means to be a writer. (Walk into any bar & grill and you’ll find at least three Hemingway types playing the golf arcade game in the corner.) So of course, a story of Ol’ Ernie getting owned in a truly humiliating fashion is going to be a good one:
The calm before the Air Show
The calm before the Air Show
The calm before the Air Show
Welcome to another edition of The Jumpstack! This week is all about stories of manly men, movies, mattresses, and the stories we tell about ourselves. Let’s jump in! For whom the bell eventually tolls I don’t like Ernest Hemingway. I’ve had my share of loud, shouty bros who can’t handle any situation in which they’re not the centre of attention, which is why he’s never held a place in my imagination of what it means to be a writer. (Walk into any bar & grill and you’ll find at least three Hemingway types playing the golf arcade game in the corner.) So of course, a story of Ol’ Ernie getting owned in a truly humiliating fashion is going to be a good one: