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
Yesterday was wind-down Tuesday here in Mardi Gras capitol Gutenberg Land. So far we have had: "cut the mens' ties off, storm the town hall, old ladies dancing in the streets" Thursday, Then "you can't get a hair appointment, buy flowers, or candy, or really anything but milk-less hard rolls, wine, and huge garlic-laced rings … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Carnival In Review: Duck When They Throw The Candy, And Mercy For Sykes.
When I went to school, yes, way back then, it was astrology- "You are definitely a Pisces" "Nope," "but some water sign" "Nope" "Well then it must be an earth sign." "Uh, if you're playing this until you get it right, I'm born in the sign of milk." That works every time. Actually, I learned … Continue reading Here We Go Again: The Most Super Of New Stitions.
Since we are now rounding the curve of disgusting wet cold (I knew I should have put a blanket over the hood of the car last night) January, named for Janus the Two Faced, and headed toward that first of the super fascinating months that were dropped into the Roman calendar to fill a very … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Too Many “R”s And These Are The Months Of Our Lives.
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
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
Here it is, almost the ides of January, that time of year when the Brutus-like Christmas bills stab you in the back, the people you work with actually expect creativity- creativity- What? Did they have too much eggnog and soaked-for-six-months-in-a-bottle-of-Irish-Whiskey grandmaw Serelda's famous fruit cake? Or divinity fudge? Can't be too careful about Aunt Elizabeth's … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of Janus With Their Shoures Soote The Droghte of Stephanus Hath Perced To The Roote…
I'm a little late writing this blog on the first of firsts since.... Well, let's just leave it to "My GPS Navigator Ate It" until I have time to tell you all the gory details. For the moment, though, the first in our household was truly a first. As in... We have spent Sylvester, as … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: A Unique First Of January In A Series Of Unique First Of Januaries.
So now that the politics thingy is finally so overdone no one really seems to cares any more- and, like planning next year's Mardi Gras- which starts- the moment this year's Ash Wednesday done- in a hotel in Majorca with all the carnevalist "Captains" of the companies on board to execute manoeuver critique, while partying … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: So What’s So New About This New Year’s Thing?
Hi to everyone reading this. (And Thanks) And although it's a bit late, wishing you all a happy and blessed New Year This has been a wild, or Wilde, start for us into the new year. As in: Christmas eve found us circling Gutenberg City and playing musical churches- each church we were a member … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: So Why Is Oscar Wilde Dancing The Can-can In “Die Fledermaus?”