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.
I’m a little late writing this blog on the first of firsts since…. Well, let’s just leave it to “My GPS Navigator Ate It” until I have time to tell you all the gory details. For the moment, though, the first in our household was truly a first. As in… … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: A Unique First Of January In A Series Of Unique First Of Januaries.
Hi to everyone reading this. (And Thanks) And although it’s a bit late, wishing you all a happy and blessed New Year This has been a wild, or Wilde, start for us into the new year. As in: Christmas eve found us circling Gutenberg City and playing musical churches- each … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: So Why Is Oscar Wilde Dancing The Can-can In “Die Fledermaus?”
Saturday, after the usual twenty-seven crises and forty-two errands, we decided we had had enough. And took the car, drove through the city of Gutenberg since the bridge across the river near us still isn’t functioning right, resulting in three-hour traffic jams (for a twelve-minute trip) headed across the Roman-built … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: John Adams, Abigail Adams, Gomez Addams
Murder mysteries here in Gutenberg Land are, to quote a shop owner at the unfortunately now defunct and much missed Murder One in London, “usually the “noir” type:” taking place at night, in a cemetery, with a shovel, preferable to a country house on a weekend. And then, of course, … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Dark, Darker, Comic.
Like the famous old joke says: What is the oldest profession? Answer? To quote that great son of the Mississippi, Mark Twain, no, not lady of the horizontal persuasion, but those of the “Madam, I’m Adam” persuasion: ie: gardener. The one who, in German murder mysteries, is as opposed to the … Continue Reading And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: And Now For A Small Digression: The Genesis Of Murder Mysteries
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, 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 … 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
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Have We Moved From ‘Bonanza’ To ‘Three’s Company’ To ‘Sex And The City’ Only To Get To Vampire Filk?
When your field of study was comparative lit, your view of the world tends to be just a little different from most folks (Not that everyone else’s isn’t- Or have you ever tried to discuss a new film with a dentist? Sorry all dentists out there. Make that mathematicians. Oops. … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Have We Moved From ‘Bonanza’ To ‘Three’s Company’ To ‘Sex And The City’ Only To Get To Vampire Filk?
And the topic for today is…. how many times can you swipe a plotline or a character, without someone catching on. Answer: Until you go to the theatre with one or more comparative lit/ writer types. Ie: I once was invited by friends to go see Amarcord. Five minutes past … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Yes, I Know Louis De Funes Is Just Swiped Donald Duck- Speaking French
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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Art Imitates Life- Imitates Art- Imitates Life.
Yesterday, while working on how to kill a protagonist I didn’t really want to kill, (although said prot. surely deserved it, the way I have written it,) which therefore meant I probably just wasn’t ready to do said prot. in, which definitely meant more background detail in a piece that … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Elementary, My Dear Watson.
And Gutenberg Lived Here: “On The Socially Influenced Evolution Of The Rehearsal Comedy- And Other Noises Off.” LOL.
Yes, I know the title sounds like Groucho Marx , dressed in tails and mortar board, lecturing on the state of the union. But Voila All I really mean is the fact that: Way back when, like 1671 someone, like George Villiers, second Duke of Buckingham, registered a play he … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: “On The Socially Influenced Evolution Of The Rehearsal Comedy- And Other Noises Off.” LOL.
Every year I write a song for my choirs for Christmas. Basis: Thankfulness, joy of Christmas, lights, gala, gold tinsel, wassail, celebration, because of The Birth. And the tone? and this is a real joy for me- experimental traditional. Every year I try to push the envelope. Do something new. … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Falalalala And All That Jazz
This is the time of year when the carnival season- the “fifth season” over here- starting on the eleventh of November- elf stands for egalite, liberte, and fraternite, stops. Abruptly By church decree. It’s the time when the nation mourns its war dead- and then begins fasting. The forty days … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Where Elves Fast And Reindeer Dance.
Yes, please. Free him. Shakespeare, I mean. I am so tired of seeing form, content, beauty of the Welsh language, (there have been studies for years about the Welsh flow of his language, Welsh like the place and the language, not the other meaning of Welsh, ie strange, foreign, occult) … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Free Will
Have there ever been moments in your life where you looked back on something and thought “Whatever was I thinking?” Ours was a so-called “night of horrors” put on by musicians and a writer I studied with several years ago, who run a marvelous actors company here called Kryptonite Radio … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Never Go To Something Named “Night Of Horrors”