Month: November 2015
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Would You Like Your Eggs In A Glass?
Many years ago, in an act of brilliance, in my humble opinion, the Nobel Prize winning author Heinrich Böll used the simple act of eating eggs, the only thing left between a down-at-the-heels Clown and death, to compare him to his wealthy businessman, good catholic, and solid Nazi-supporting burgher father’s … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Would You Like Your Eggs In A Glass?
Re: No Vation
The urban dictionary defines vation as: aggravation, aggression, and irritation combined. All in one. In one fell swoop. Now I know that this probably isn’t what most people have in mind when they hear the words re: no-vation, but to me, trying to keep my head above water in this … Continue Reading Re: No Vation
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Monday, Monday
All the leaves are brown. And the sky is gray- Stormy weather… Anyway, Went for a walk on the island yesterday. We have several of them here in the Rhine. For some of them, there are bridges, for one there is an absolutely magical little ferry called the Tamara, for … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Monday, Monday
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog
I woke up this morning with the sun shining, for the first time in a while, full of energy, and joy, and with Jeremiah running through my head. Credence Clearwater, not the prophet. My id must have been dancing with my superego again, at a ball for all those hit … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Can You Get A Michelin Star For Tuna Surprise?
For a long time, there was a t.v. program over here in which candidates try to stump a chef by bringing a shopping bag of groceries, all for under about twenty dollars, and watch two star chefs tear their hair out trying to turn a bag of chocolate bars, turnips, … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Can You Get A Michelin Star For Tuna Surprise?
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Over Spending
This article is over spending. Everybody does it. Spending, I mean. No matter how you TRY to save… You wake up one morning, and find a hole in the sole of a shoe. Hey, ok, by the book… you wake up one morning, and while getting dressed you find… Can … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Over Spending
Got Those Low Down, Sneakin’ Yellow-Bellied People-Watchin’ Blues
This week I got a noodge on my page. A suggestion by Helmsleyseditorial.wordpress.com, (thank you) that I, well, not me alone, but a group of writers, write on the color yellow. Noodge noodge. Now yellow is about my unfavoritest color in the universe. Yellow skies frighten me. (When you’re from … Continue Reading Got Those Low Down, Sneakin’ Yellow-Bellied People-Watchin’ Blues
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Be Still My Soul
It’s still here. Too Still. The people go about their work, but waiting. With an incredible unnatural quiet. Intense. Deep. Waiting. On Sunday, the churches were filled. And the usual one hour walk through the city, Or the hour of pre-lunch “stammtisch,” one quick drink in a pub, and heated … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Be Still My Soul
Blues
Blues. Just the sound of the word brings up images. Blues in the night. St. Louis blues. Old time, deep south, hot sultry, no sound but the crickets and mosquitos, too hot to sleep, so you lie there, sweat soaked, tossing and turning, moaning about everything that is bad in … Continue Reading Blues
And Now: Ben And Jerry’s, The Musical.
I don’t know about you, but I ‘m recognizing a trend lately. The linking of the odd, odder, oddest in life, With the over-abundance of bad, badder, baddest, to get…. you guessed it: Laugh, laughter, laughtest. As in: A new musical has just opened over here: The miracle of Bern. … Continue Reading And Now: Ben And Jerry’s, The Musical.
Sleep, Perchance To… Hey, Who Let That Dog On The Stage?
I’m not one of those people who just dreams. I’m one of those people who dreams in 3-D Technicolor, large screen, Sensurround, Dolby, with popcorn, and whatever my Id decides to throw at me that night. And none of that piddling little dream a little run a little, get chased … Continue Reading Sleep, Perchance To… Hey, Who Let That Dog On The Stage?
Every Little Step-Counter Counts
I’ve been wearing a step-counter, sent to me years ago by my father, a health worrier from way back, since I stopped doing judo, and pulled my back out reaching for a book on the floor. Not that I don’t walk a lot. I’m married to a German- the nation … Continue Reading Every Little Step-Counter Counts
Death And The National Novel Writing Month
I just was informed that November is national novel-writing month. Which, after the obvious questions of: which nation(s)? Does everyone in that nation have to write? Does the novel have to be started and finished in November? brought me to the more subtle question of: Why November? Is there some … Continue Reading Death And The National Novel Writing Month
