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
Spring has sprung here: Above four degrees Celsius, Snow melted, for the moment, and Carnival (German Mardi Gras) has taken over the city. (Time to rent out the apartment for a bazillion pblslozies per night and go on vacation) As everyone writing a blog at the moment, especially the travel … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Sunshine Blues And Notable Math Transit
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 people 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…
Nearly two weeks ago we went to visit an old friend, born in 1854, and thus well over 163 years old, by last count. He was taking a small busman’s holiday, you see, mon Dieu, on the Orient Express. Fantastic wide vistas, a compartment of travelling companions, mostly all over … Continue Reading And Poirot Lived Here: Penn And Teller And The Murder On The Orient Express.
Have you ever wondered what happened to the first words ever made- The words sent out. And let flow into the earth, Where they mixed with tungsten, And lead, And all the other earthly elements, Until a particular mix was formed That held them solidly in place, And allowed everyone … Continue Reading And We All Lived Here: Have You Ever Wondered?
Way back in the years I started studying literature, everything was deconstructionism. We even had one prof who made us a “tool box” Only as a paper diagram, of course. With bolt cutters, you cut the title off the article to see what it is worth on its own. And … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Reconstructing Deconstruction
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.
Ok, this is going to take a bit of doing, so hang on, and watch, if you will, a slightly out of practice literary comparatist work: what do James Herriot and German National Unity Day have in common? James Herriot, the creator of All Creatures Great And Small, All Things … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: James Herriot And German National Unity Day.
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
Did you ever just have one of those days… Like this morning, where, at five a.m. I was wandering purposefully, if groggily, around our apartment, frozen turkey under my arm, looking for a pair af glasses, so I could read the expiration date, so I could decide whether to pitch … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Day Of The Coffee Machine- Day One
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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: What Age Is My Architecture?
What is it about breath that makes people so flip out they haven’t got any to spare? If you look at the Chinese medicine 5 element system: wood, fire, water, metal, earth, add in the air from Earth, Wind, and Fire, and you get: our body’s warmed-air-breathing plus blood circulation. … Continue Reading Dragons’ Breath, Writers’ Breath, Save Your Breath.
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.
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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Pace And Pacing
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.
Have you ever ruffled a deck of cards, missed your timing, and had them come flying down, fountain-like, on you and everyone else unlucky enough to decide to play cards with you? Alice in Wonderland like? Actually, in a much milder form, that was happened to me this morning. Only … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Coffee, Chalk, And A Mountain Of Cards