So...Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys, Girls... (and sheep-and-grouse-herding border collies,) when we last left our intrepid travellers, Rhineland Gutenberger bred and born- well, at least they moved there some time ago, they were: struggling with boots and southwester far too large, but at least sturdy, braving a hurricane-force wind, (the locals told us to walk it- … Continue reading And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: We Beard The Mechanical Chicken In Its Lair.
Our third day in Pitlochry, land of the Grampians, the Tummel river, the Jacobite recreators, who reenacted the day the troops of the Jacobite rebellion climbed the mountain, and rode down from Blair castle, to jump out of nowhere onto the British royalists, kilts and pipes skirling as they went, ("the Royalists were indeed much … Continue reading And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: And Now For The Mechanical Chicken.
Several years ago, even before the Outlander, the Highlander, and all the other 'Kilt-dressed rolling in the heather and stabbing Englishmen and Haggis, whichever came first,' romance figures were invented, my Robbie Burns and Ivanhoe fan of a husband and I- I'm more the Stevenson type- planned and planned how we could get to Edinburgh. … Continue reading And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: Just Reach Through The Window To Open The Train Door, And Don’t Forget The Mechanical Chicken
Several years ago our clique, picture "Friends" on a much larger scale, was discussing God and the world, like we always do, when the math and history types suddenly closed ranks, and decided the only thing to do was sing mathematical songs, followed by the courtly songs of the worshipful high Emir of some place … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: What Age Is My Architecture?
Last night we went to one of those ancient historical culture phenomena, no, not Bavarian dancing in dirndl dresses and short leather pants and hat with goat's beard, like you always see on the news, or on shows like NCIS, whose local production staff took them all the way to Berlin, to film, and embarrassingly … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Quaint Ancient Local Customs, And Not So Ancient Greek Restaurants.
Finally. It's that time of year again. The end of August- The time when the Gutenberger get loud. Loud as in: When the sky is this blue, and the temperatures in the high twenties, and people have worked through thirty-five plus celsius temperatures making shoe polish, and tooth paste, and glass, and fantastic books, just … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Despite Everything, This Is The Time Of Loud.
Today was one of those days. Long ride downtown, then the usual parking problems, appointments everywhere, and... suddenly... the glorious thrill of pure magical sunshine on the Rhine, the chance to watch kids play on the grass between the main government buildings, dogs frolicking, a group of Swiss tourists who put up a small day … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Sociological Importance Of The Introduction Of Parsnip Fries On The German Culture
This is the time of year when the choristers of the state supported churches here in Gutenberg Land- Catholic and Lutheran, go through a sort of mental checklist- have we got enough books? do we have a budget? if we ask to practice before the church festival, will they make us clean and paint the … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: On The Eerie Stillness of Choristers, Kir Royale, And Talented Organists On Their Day Off.
It's that time again. The one weekend each year when the real Gutenberger- the Meenzer- those born within the sound of the church bells, the Määnzer- those born in the city, but not within the sound of the bells, and the Mainzer- those who have moved in and now live here turn their faces to … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Johnny G, Ceremonial Baths In Wine Vats, And The Gentlemen’s League Of Printers.
It's hot here in Gutenberg Land. As in hot, hot, hot hot. Which is the sound feet make when walking on melting tar, hot, hot, hot, hot, all the while jumping large holes made in the surfacing by cars trying to avoid the newly instituted "park the sides of the street full, and you get … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Heat’s In The Feet, Then The Street’s Not So Neat.