I admit it. I'm a book junky. I read them in all places, at all times of the day or night. Tea and books were made for each other. They almost make up for all the junk you have to do till you get to that point in your day. And as for books, bathtubs, … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Favorite Book or Film?
Christmas has always been very special to me. Not the least because I grew up in a climate so cold you were thrilled if the heat in the house melted the snow enough so you could see the color of the roof to tell one house from another. Getting in the door was another matter. … Continue reading Haul Out The Holly
Who on earth would choose to write on a topic like "the well of our being" ? Me. Or rather, the well of my being. That part of me that is always setting me some kind of a task so I finally learn what I am, in the end, supposed to learn. And this time, … Continue reading The Well Of Our Being
Walking around our little subdivision this year has been a real eye-opener. Apparently, someone here in Gutenberg Land tallied up the exact number of ohms, amperes, and whatever, in LEDs, and discovered that a light display doesn't violate all the myriad of complicated energy saving laws, and voila, Eat your heart out, Vegas: Blue elves, … Continue reading Who Let The Reindeer Out?
Thank you for buying our I*** bed "Old Sven." We are sure that you will have many happy hours with this product. Now that you have unpacked the bed fully, and removed, stomped, cut up, and carted off the packaging, a little at a time, by bicycle to the local cardboard recycling center, waited for … Continue reading Instruction Manual II: How To Use Your Bed “Old Sven.”
Yes, family does occasion: joy, happiness, weddings, births, birthdays, holidays, and funerals. Or wakes, Which, in an Irish-American family, are definitely nothing to sneeze at. It also occasions: sending money in ever-increasing lists of emergencies, having people overnight who somehow appear to be related to great aunt Lavina, three times removed by means of uncle … Continue reading Family Occasions
As a choir director, you hear a lot of strange things being sung in this world. And after a few years of it, no matter how much you love the work, the singers you work with, the entire atmosphere of creating, the joy of directing chaos into less chaotic, (hopefully) and listening to the applause … Continue reading I Sink, Therefore, I Yam
One of the jokes told here about and by, Germans is that if you have two Germans, you get a club (or a glee club) and 2.that the trains run on time. Now only partially true, after the privatization of the whole train system, often leading to sudden, and non-planned, mass strandage on a track … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Call of The Wild
Many moons ago, in the quiet, or not so, depending on how old you were and if you had to do directly with the war or not, times of peace, love, and all that, we were busily exploring our souls. God and Nietsche, Religion and psychotherapy. And here, a tip of the hat to all … Continue reading As The Id Goes Marching On
My greatest fear is that when my antagonist and protagonist meet, one of them will be wearing yellow. (Thanks for the topic prompts to The Writers' Den, Helmslyseditorial.wordpress.com ) And why that, you ask? Oh, mon Dieu, But of course... Monsieur Poirot is, c'est vrai, Belge. With that oft found European teint that can look … Continue reading I Am Curious/Fearfully Yellow