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: The Real First Day Of Spring

Dear whoever made the mistake of thinking spring starts on the twenty-first, or twenty-second of April, or somewhere near June in the Gregorian calendar, or whatever... because... today is the first day of spring. How do I know? Well.... This is the day that: Puxtahawny Phil and his crowd wash and dry the duvet and … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Real First Day Of Spring

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: 1000-Watt Sunshine, And Fish By The Net-full

It's cold here in Gutenberg Land. So cold that it's almost disgusting that the sunshine is at the thousand-Watt, sunburn through the frost level, and most people aren't out in it. Most people meaning: the beautiful Rhine pathway is freezing- we were smart enough to take double strong peppermint tea in a "senator thermos." Small, … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: 1000-Watt Sunshine, And Fish By The Net-full

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Mardi Gras, Flying Donuts, And All Things Gutenberg

Yesterday we went downtown early. Make that VERY early. Because: Here you have to be crafty, and wily, and go down so early the rest of the more cars than members of the populace are still having breakfast, or are at work waking others members of the populace at seven a.m. (or before. Believe it … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Mardi Gras, Flying Donuts, And All Things Gutenberg

And A Maine Coon Cat Lived Here: Wondering Gaels.

I just finished reading a wonderful blog, called Irish Christmas traditions at Wandering Gaels and it started me thinking about my own wandering Gael family, and our more than California-ized Christmas traditions. I would like to share a few of them with you. Picture if you will: Christmas eve morning. My mother, an early riser, … Continue reading And A Maine Coon Cat Lived Here: Wondering Gaels.

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Just Call Me Friday

I don't know what it is about Fridays- Maybe it's just the fact that since everyone else is on the road that day, in up to two-hour traffic jams, or has picked up their kids from school at one pm and are at McD's, before trying to shove the tykes into winter boots for school, … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Just Call Me Friday

And Erasmus Lived Here: On Ghostbusting, And “Best Local Food? At The Top Of The Funicular.”

When Gutenberger go to the town of Freiburg, it is usually for only one reason: fall hiking in the gorgeous Black Forest. And, of course, being Gutenberger, there had better be good food and drink somewhere along the line. Not that the Gutenberger aren't educated, and cultivated, and open to new ideas. (Probably more so … Continue reading And Erasmus Lived Here: On Ghostbusting, And “Best Local Food? At The Top Of The Funicular.”

And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: We Beard The Mechanical Chicken In Its Lair.

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.

And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: And Now For The Mechanical Chicken.

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.