I know this is a ridiculous topic for a moment in history like this one, But somehow, here in Gutenberg land, the heftiest of the problems at the moment, are, for the most part, being handled peacefully, thnak heavens, leaving only the loudest, here in Gutenberg land the supply issues, as a small pin prick … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: TheWorld Goes Under, The Asparagus Goes Up.
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Corona, Linguistical Nonsense, And A Musician’s Shaggy Dog Story.
As I wrote in my last blog entry, we here in Gutenberg land, Or at least the "we" who are apparently, more than temporarily locked in here, in our magical hopefully corona-repellent apartment, unless the Gutenberg scientists, who are the ones here in Germany working on the shots, the ones that will finally bring our … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Corona, Linguistical Nonsense, And A Musician’s Shaggy Dog Story.
Books On The Half-Shell: A Quahog Chases Culture
For some time now, I’ve been considering starting a new blog. My first blog, Quahog, was, for me at least, satisfying to write, and apparently relatively well liked. Then came the stalking. What decided me to start up again, after over two years of terror, was the following: 1. I am a positive thinker. And … Continue reading Books On The Half-Shell: A Quahog Chases Culture
Quahog On A Tightrope: Here’s To The Crimewriters
For anyone who is interested in mysteries- As anyone is who still has a drop of Airedale blood in them, that noble species we are all descended from, from detectives, to dancers, to clog hoppers, to singers (hey, Airedale is in Ireland. They have some great tenors there.) or who digs up gardens, to bury … Continue reading Quahog On A Tightrope: Here’s To The Crimewriters
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Cows, Collars, Satellites, Furniture Polish Tea, And Early Morning News.
By seven this morning, I had done the housework, prepared the officer in command in charge of the math's breakfast, written a good two hours- we don't sleep much here due to the constant noise of the ever-expanding "biggest job provider in the region"- the Frankfurt airport- and decided it was just about time for … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Cows, Collars, Satellites, Furniture Polish Tea, And Early Morning News.
And Gutenberg Lived Here: And Finally It Was Sunday.
Did you ever have one of those weeks...? And this is the point where normal people put down a list of the totally bizarre and freaky things that happened to them in the last seven days, knowing full well that, even though such things happen, and are freaky, and weird, and scientifically fully on the … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: And Finally It Was Sunday.
And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Real First Day Of Spring
Dear whoever made the mistake of thinking spring starts on the twenty-first, or twenty-second of April, or somewhere near June in the Gregorian calendar, or whatever... because... today is the first day of spring. How do I know? Well.... This is the day that: Puxtahawny Phil and his crowd wash and dry the duvet and … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Real First Day Of Spring
And Gutenberg Lived Here: A Bestiary of Easter Animals.
The following is an A-Z Bestiary of the kind of Animals one sees in Germany, from zoos, to in the wilderness, to in the tourist areas, over Easter. Hope you enjoy. A shrewdness of apes, A sounder of boars, A pounce of cats, Our week here in Gutenberg land has been busy plus. Easter is … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: A Bestiary of Easter Animals.
And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Stillness of Three O’clock, Electric Candles, And A Chorister’s Ration of Eggnog
One of the biggest things about celebrating Good Friday here in Gutenberg Land is the extreme clash of opposites. The ever-growing number of "free church" members- anyone not Catholic or Lutheran, the two state churches, take things very very seriously on this day, with groups overnighting in the church, in the cold and the dark, … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Stillness of Three O’clock, Electric Candles, And A Chorister’s Ration of Eggnog
And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of March Meet The Tides Of Spring, Birdies Tapdance
In the spring, a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of.... hay fever. Or actually, as it is here, hazelnut pollen season poisoning. Which is a real bear normally anyway, but when, as at the moment, the temperatures suddenly shoot to sixty, drop to minus twenty, shoot to seventy.... the result is a pollen count … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of March Meet The Tides Of Spring, Birdies Tapdance
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