As I write this, we are leaving September, the silly season, when the cats, birds, and football fans, having partaken of a bit too much of the sweet new wine, or gigantic pretzels and huge rings of baloney, or the locals, seasick from too many “for your birthday, here is … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: October: When The Silly Season Meets The “Oh I Forgot.”
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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Cows, Collars, Satellites, Furniture Polish Tea, And Early Morning News.
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, … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: And Finally It Was Sunday.
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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Real First Day Of Spring
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 … 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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Stillness of Three O’clock, Electric Candles, And A Chorister’s Ration of Eggnog
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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of March Meet The Tides Of Spring, Birdies Tapdance
One of the blogs I much admire here on WordPress is Ellen Hawley’s Notes From The UK. She’s a New Yawker, living apparently if I understand her right, in Cornwall. And today her topic was the differences between the UK and the USA, a topic I adore, since I always … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Too Much Cellotape, And When King Lear Speaks Cockney.
Friday, coming home from conducting, the BEAST hit. Well, actually, it was more like a beastlet. Or a beasturtium, or a beastiary conundrum. Why? It hit with a flurry, dropped about a foot of snow, then brought its little brother for a visit, melting everything the beasti beastorum had dropped. … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Hula In The Snow For Your Health.
A couple of days ago, I had a discussion with a colleague, and we decided we would have to meet to discuss a plan of action. It is technical, (having to do with teaching,) so I won’t bore you. The interesting part though, was the fact that he, a German, … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: So How Do You Write A Blog Without Beans?
Ever since I wrote the blog about March yesterday, I’ve been thinking. It doesn’t get more dangerous than that. But this time, I was thinking peaceful. Like… March is named for Mars, the god of war. It comes in like a lion and out like a lamb. Like a lot … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: That’s What You Get For Thinking About March
March is coming. Hurrah. The time of the most famous ides of all. Not to mention the time of year I wait- well, all year- for: The clock moves forward, the sun comes out of hiding, the white asparagus shivers under its plastic sheet in the fields, waiting to be … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Times of March, And The Plastic Paddy.
And Gutenberg Lived Here: When It’s Friday Night, And The Spirits Are Rising, Who Ya Gonna Call? A Comparatist.
Friday night in Gutenberg Land. Hump day is over. Train’s rounding the bend to Chinese and a movie. You’ve been holding your breath all week, afraid to breath out. But here it is. You are free. You are going out. And then, the love of your life drops a bombshell … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When It’s Friday Night, And The Spirits Are Rising, Who Ya Gonna Call? A Comparatist.
It’s cold here in Gutenberg Land. So cold that it’s almost disgusting that the sunshine is at the thousand-Watt, sunburn through the frost level, and most people aren’t out in it. Most people meaning: the beautiful Rhine pathway is freezing- we were smart enough to take double strong peppermint tea … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: 1000-Watt Sunshine, And Fish By The Net-full
Yesterday was wind-down Tuesday here in Mardi Gras capitol Gutenberg Land. So far we have had: “cut the mens’ ties off, storm the town hall, old ladies dancing in the streets” Thursday, Then “you can’t get a hair appointment, buy flowers, or candy, or really anything but milk-less hard rolls, … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Carnival In Review: Duck When They Throw The Candy, And Mercy For Sykes.
Today is Old Wives Carnival here. The day a lot of women wait all year for. It starts with a group of women, in costume, usually female devils in very very short skirts, putting up a ladder and “storming” the town hall. (And being repelled by a confetti canon, aimed … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: “Old Wives’ Thursday,” or Where Is Gloria Steinem When You Need Her?