Category: writing

“This Is The Dawning Of The Age Of Nefarious…”

Anyone else out there remember the late sixties? (Not that I do- my grandmother must have told me about it- I would put a smiley here, if I didn't hate them so much, weren't raised in an age where you thought about what people wrote, so that you heard the smile in their writing which … Continue reading “This Is The Dawning Of The Age Of Nefarious…” →

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Ring Those Bells

It's seven fifteen here. A.M. And so far, I have cleaned and put back together a coffee machine where someone put coffee in the basket holder, not in the basket. (In our house, the first one up does the beverage service.) Did I mention it is seven fifteen here. And that I only drink tea. … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Ring Those Bells →

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Kewing Up, Nun and Vampire Cemeteries, And Douglas Adams’ Pens.

Try as I will, it's hard for me to realize that just a couple of days ago, I was in Kew Garden. That's the Royal Botanical Gardens about a half hour by train outside of central London. And one of my favorite places on this earth. Now I'm a park person anyway. Any time we … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Kewing Up, Nun and Vampire Cemeteries, And Douglas Adams’ Pens. →

And Shakespeare Lived Here: Hatch’em, Match’em, Dispatch’em, And Catch’em.

One of the things I love most about the city of London, And I REALLY DO love London- well, maybe not as much as my 'adopted Londoner' Welsh friend who has an about one by two foot copy of Big Ben, made out of old wrist watch parts, on the wall next to his bed. … Continue reading And Shakespeare Lived Here: Hatch’em, Match’em, Dispatch’em, And Catch’em. →

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Two Tales And A London Cabbie

Today started, as days often start in my world, with me with my hand stuck in the coffee machine. Actually, it is not all that wild of a story, infinitely logical even- Harald the mathematician's comment when I told him about it- Thank you Mr Spock. So anyway, there I was with my hand in … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Two Tales And A London Cabbie →

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Sunday, Sun Day, Son Day-An Eco Of Gutenberg Land

Yesterday was thirty-three degrees hot here in Gutenberg Land. Meaning the entire populace was underway- eating ice-cream while dangling feet in the town fountain, looking for a store to browse in that just happen to have air-conditioning. And today being Sunday, And the churches here definitely NOT air-conditined- although the older models- like the oldest … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Sunday, Sun Day, Son Day-An Eco Of Gutenberg Land →

The Day The Pants Fell: Or, What Is Humor?

Today I decided I would write something humorous. Bad news, right? ie trying to write humorous(ly) when you are writing about what is humorous is like dropping your baggy pants at a librarians' convention. Wait, that was funny. Or was it? By which I mean: someone once wrote, probably John Cleese, or maybe it was … Continue reading The Day The Pants Fell: Or, What Is Humor? →

What, More Pokemons? Where Is Harvey When We Need Him?

In this age of facebook, Pokemon, and Big Brother, with or without House, I am one of the probably few remaining friends of the great Elwood P Dowd. (Others please drop a note. We are a vanishing breed) See, For those of you who don't know who that is, Elwood P is the hero of … Continue reading What, More Pokemons? Where Is Harvey When We Need Him? →