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 … 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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Cows, Collars, Satellites, Furniture Polish Tea, And Early Morning News.
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, … 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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Stillness of Three O’clock, Electric Candles, And A Chorister’s Ration of Eggnog
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
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.
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, … 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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When It’s Friday Night, And The Spirits Are Rising, Who Ya Gonna Call? A Comparatist.
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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: “Old Wives’ Thursday,” or Where Is Gloria Steinem When You Need Her?
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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: From Death to Christmas- Pass The Chocolate.
Finally. It’s that time of year again. The end of August- The time when the Gutenberger get loud. Loud as in: When the sky is this blue, and the temperatures in the high twenties, and people have worked through thirty-five plus celsius temperatures making shoe polish, and tooth paste, and … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Despite Everything, This Is The Time Of Loud.
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.
Since, as a singer, you almost never know where you are going to be, and when you are going to be there, and since I am married to a mathematician, to whom a vacation consists of a conference near Disneyworld, (with one day layover) or Colorado Springs (conference plus four … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Why Is There A Plane In The Honeymoon Suite
Yesterday was one of those days you hope for all summer- twenty-seven degrees, pale blue sky, just a hint of a breeze. (Did I mention it was wet, wet, wet here all summer? Or roasting hot and full of things that buzz and sting and make noise all night? No, … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: And The Beat Goes On
Waking early, looking out the window over the green fields with just that small tinge of pale blue-green caused by the still wet dew, it reminded me of my first early days in Germany. I met my husband in Seattle, visiting scholar in math meets lecturer in literature. And we … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: It’s A Beautiful Day In The Big Wood
Actually, the question of “foreigner” never comes up much here in Gutenberg Land. Unless they need someone to yell at because the local news stations have been whipping them up over the political situation in the world at the moment, or they need someone to put on a national costume … Continue Reading You Know You’re A Foreigner When…