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 your balloon fly-over ticket for … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: October: When The Silly Season Meets The “Oh I Forgot.”
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 was just about time for … 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, and scientifically fully on the … 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 and dry the duvet and … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Real First Day Of Spring
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 the cold and the dark, … 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 result is a pollen count … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of March Meet The Tides Of Spring, Birdies Tapdance
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. Leaving us with wet Saturday … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Hula In The Snow For Your Health.
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 of musicians I know who … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: That’s What You Get For Thinking About March
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 in a "senator thermos." Small, … 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, wine, and huge garlic-laced rings … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Carnival In Review: Duck When They Throw The Candy, And Mercy For Sykes.