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.
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?
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 glass, and fantastic books, just … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Despite Everything, This Is The Time Of Loud.
"I read the news today, oh boy..." Geek news. All about: an Octobot- one of those slimy wiggly eight-armed bots which are "completely autonomous." Completely autonomous? As in you come home one night and discover that instead of cleaning the house and fixing dinner, it has changed the locks, and is now sitting in your … Continue reading What Happens When An Octobot Meets A Flying Pizza Delivery Drone?
Yesterday was a special day for Harald and I. So we chucked everything, took a day off, and went to one of our favorite places: Eltville. Alta Villa. Right on the water, the city of roses, and where Gutenberg "retired." Ie, toward the end of his life, he was broke. As he always was, since, … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Buoy Bells And Ancient Manuscripts
Yesterday was thirty-three degrees hot here in Gutenberg Land. Meaning the entire populace was underway- eating ice-cream while dangling feet in the town fountain, looking for a store to browse in that just happen to have air-conditioning. And today being Sunday, And the churches here definitely NOT air-conditined- although the older models- like the oldest … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Sunday, Sun Day, Son Day-An Eco Of Gutenberg Land
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, not the neighbors.) So anyway, … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: And The Beat Goes On
In case you didn't notice, my computer George (he won't tell me his real name) is once more collecting spam and insults, and secretly sharing it (behind my back) with all his friends and ex-classmates at Boxbook. That is to say, after over a week offline, my usually barely controllable box of chips and bolts … Continue reading Little Box Of Horrors: It’s Baaaack
Sunday night was one of those moments musicians live for. The concert venue's atmosphere was perfect: St Augustine's: A gorgeously renovated true baroque of a baroque church (even if the local fire ordinances insisted the pyramid for lit votive candles, right next to the ancient filigreed wooden railings, has to have a smoke hood with … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: How Do You Learn To Sing Ancient Chinese?
Today is our anniversary. And a so-called round anniversary at that. No, not parsley which is twelve and a half. (yes, I know, but believe it or not, Germans, as apparently the only ones in the world, I sincerely hope, celebrate 12 1/2 by tacking a pound and a half of parsley on the bride … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Hey, Guys- So Which Genius Invented A Parsley Anniversary Already?