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 blog people, apparently, are making … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Sunshine Blues And Notable Math Transit
And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Satisfaction Of Killing An Ear Of Corn.
A couple of days ago, while making toast, our electric dutch oven blew a gasket. As in- sparking, then no light, then no motor on. Then all was darkness. In the whole house. No big deal, think I, from a long line of descendents who landed at Plymouth, and wandered down the trail, to the … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Satisfaction Of Killing An Ear Of Corn.
Blues. Just the sound of the word brings up images. Blues in the night. St. Louis blues. Old time, deep south, hot sultry, no sound but the crickets and mosquitos, too hot to sleep, so you lie there, sweat soaked, tossing and turning, moaning about everything that is bad in your life and doesn't look … Continue reading Blues