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.

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

And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of March Meet The Tides Of Spring, Birdies Tapdance

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

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Carnival In Review: Duck When They Throw The Candy, And Mercy For Sykes.

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.

And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of Janus With Their Shoures Soote The Droghte of Stephanus Hath Perced To The Roote…

Here it is, almost the ides of January, that time of year when the Brutus-like Christmas bills stab you in the back, the peopleĀ  you work with actually expect creativity- creativity- What? Did they have too much eggnog and soaked-for-six-months-in-a-bottle-of-Irish-Whiskey grandmaw Serelda’s famous fruit cake? Or divinity fudge? Can’t be … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of Janus With Their Shoures Soote The Droghte of Stephanus Hath Perced To The Roote…