And Gutenberg Lived Here: October: When The Silly Season Meets The “Oh I Forgot.”

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.”

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Cows, Collars, Satellites, Furniture Polish Tea, And Early Morning News.

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.

And Gutenberg Lived Here: And Finally It Was Sunday.

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.

And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Stillness of Three O’clock, Electric Candles, And A Chorister’s Ration of Eggnog

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

And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of March Meet The Tides Of Spring, Birdies Tapdance

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

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Too Much Cellotape, And When King Lear Speaks Cockney.

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 learn so much from my … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Too Much Cellotape, And When King Lear Speaks Cockney.

And Gutenberg Lived Here: So How Do You Write A Blog Without Beans?

A couple of days ago, I had a discussion with a colleague, and we decided we would have to meet to discuss a plan of action. It is technical, (having to do with teaching,) so I won't bore you. The interesting part though, was the fact that he, a German, actually studied a while at … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: So How Do You Write A Blog Without Beans?

And Gutenberg Lived Here: When It’s Friday Night, And The Spirits Are Rising, Who Ya Gonna Call? A Comparatist.

Friday night in Gutenberg Land. Hump day is over. Train's rounding the bend to Chinese and a movie. You've been holding your breath all week, afraid to breath out. But here it is. You are free. You are going out. And then, the love of your life drops a bombshell on you. Would you mind … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When It’s Friday Night, And The Spirits Are Rising, Who Ya Gonna Call? A Comparatist.

And Gutenberg Lived Here: “Old Wives’ Thursday,” or Where Is Gloria Steinem When You Need Her?

Today is Old Wives Carnival here. The day a lot of women wait all year for. It starts with a group of women, in costume, usually female devils in very very short skirts, putting up a ladder and "storming" the town hall. (And being repelled by a confetti canon, aimed in the other direction, ie … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: “Old Wives’ Thursday,” or Where Is Gloria Steinem When You Need Her?

And Gutenberg Lived Here: From Death to Christmas- Pass The Chocolate.

It's freezing here. And grey. And the local doctors, life coaches, night education classes and sun studios are doing a booming business in winter depression cures. Not helped along much by the fact the local carnival clubs have all called it a day until February, at least, to make room for the six weeks, now … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: From Death to Christmas- Pass The Chocolate.