Last weekend one of those special family holidays snuck up on us- the type that here in Gutenberg land is called a "round birthday" and always celebrated as an "event" of the kind where you need to rent the San Francisco Cow Palace, invite everyone you call friend, and, here at Gutenberg U, your area … Continue reading And Erasmus Lived Here: Of Alemannics, Catholics, And Long-Short Reds.
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 Theodore Heuss bridge, up the … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: John Adams, Abigail Adams, Gomez Addams
And not just Einstein. I found the above in a story about the awarding of the Nobel prize for physics. And, as flabbergasted as you feel at this moment, (hmmm) this article has nothing to do with either physics, or the Nobel prize. Or feeling flabbergasted, for that matter. (By the way, just what is … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: “Einstein Would be Flabbergasted…”
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, they must be full of … 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 Wise And Wonderful, and the … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: James Herriot And German National Unity Day.
What? The first of October is world coffee day? Good grief, how do I hide this fact so my husband Harald doesn't find it? (He who can't get up and moving without two cups, and I often felt would leave me for a senorita in Cuba, Guatemala, Columbia, or any of the other places the … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: World Coffee Day.
"No man is an island..." Unless you live in Gutenberg Land. Where, at the moment, Harald and I, having just gotten home from Pitlochry, washed about 16 loads of still rain-damp laundry, and having a marvelous time looking at pictures we snapped while pretending not to be tourists- fat chance in a German southwester and … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Believe It Or Not, We Are Walled Off Due To German Unity Day.
So...Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys, Girls... (and sheep-and-grouse-herding border collies,) when we last left our intrepid travellers, Rhineland Gutenberger bred and born- well, at least they moved there some time ago, they were: struggling with boots and southwester far too large, but at least sturdy, braving a hurricane-force wind, (the locals told us to walk it- … Continue reading And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: We Beard The Mechanical Chicken In Its Lair.
Our third day in Pitlochry, land of the Grampians, the Tummel river, the Jacobite recreators, who reenacted the day the troops of the Jacobite rebellion climbed the mountain, and rode down from Blair castle, to jump out of nowhere onto the British royalists, kilts and pipes skirling as they went, ("the Royalists were indeed much … Continue reading And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: And Now For The Mechanical Chicken.
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 English Christie type, where James, … Continue reading And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: And Now For A Small Digression: The Genesis Of Murder Mysteries