A couple of days ago, while making toast, our electric dutch oven blew a gasket. As in- sparking, then no light, then no motor on. Then all was darkness. In the whole house. No big deal, think I, from a long line of descendents who landed at Plymouth, and wandered down the trail, to the … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Satisfaction Of Killing An Ear Of Corn.
Thursday, Corpus Christi Day, was a big holiday here in Gutenberg Land- and any of the other fifteen German states that are historically and predominantly Roman Catholic. We faked the required barbecue, and just nuked two ears of corn and some haloumi cheese, and ate on the balcony. Followed by a quick round of "have … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Art Imitates Life- Imitates Art- Imitates Life.
One of the literary theories I like most, and find most applicable to life, is that you can create an atmosphere by changing the pace of what you are doing. Umberto Eco was an expert at this- see the Name of the Rose. Real Life in those days, medievally-speaking, was considered a metronome marking (they … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Pace And Pacing
What is it about this weird weiry time between the seasons of universal brotherly love- and- maybe we can pay for your mother's new canary cage by not eating for a week- somewhere, calendarically speaking, just after the shortest day of the year, "when the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls," that mystical time … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Yo Ho Ho, Philosophers All
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
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 more and more Orwellian world, … Continue reading Re: No Vation
And the theme for this week, dear Reader, is: Wickedness. To which my answer is: relative. There is a wonderful, and very complicated, and, in my humble opinion, not the thing you sing along to while doing the dishes, but still, fascinating, musical: Wicked. It is, so to speak, a through the looking glass view … Continue reading Wickedness- Is It Relative?