Writing, music, people-watching
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 breakfasting on eggs in a…
Read more And Gutenberg Lived Here: Would You Like Your Eggs In A Glass?
The urban dictionary defines vation as: aggravation, aggression, and irritation combined. All in one. In one fell swoop. Now I know that this probably wasn’t what Maria had in mind when she set this theme for the FLBC, but to me, trying to keep my head above water in this more and more Orwellian world,…
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 another, a LONG circular staircase…
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 by all the lunacy of…
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, and mock turtle soup, into…
Read more And Gutenberg Lived Here: Can You Get A Michelin Star For Tuna Surprise?
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 I continue now? So now…
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 the midwest, you know which…
Read more Got Those Low Down, Sneakin’ Yellow-Bellied People-Watchin’ Blues
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 political discussion, with friends you…
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 your life and doesn’t look…
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. Extolling the merits of the…
