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 was just about time for … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Cows, Collars, Satellites, Furniture Polish Tea, And Early Morning News.
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And Gutenberg Lived Here: And Finally It Was Sunday.
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, and scientifically fully on the … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: And Finally It Was Sunday.
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 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.
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 Gutenberg Lived Here: Despite Everything, This Is The Time Of Loud.
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.
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Art Imitates Life- Imitates Art- Imitates Life.
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 a quick round of "have … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Art Imitates Life- Imitates Art- Imitates Life.
And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Sigh Of The Corn
I miss the sigh of the corn a lot, living over here in Gutenberg Land- that soft sound when the summer is really far along, the sky is soft blue, the air is hot hot hot, and, as you walk through the seven-foot stalks in the field, there is just a tiny moment of wind, … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Sigh Of The Corn
And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Day Of The Peppermint Astronaut.
It's cold here. Cold cold cold. White skies. A sharp chill in the air. Sharp like apples taken from a fridge are sharp. And cold. Not that we weren't expecting this, here in Gutenberg Land. The Christmas deco and marzipan, often called marchepane in English, a candy made of ground almonds and powdered sugar and … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Day Of The Peppermint Astronaut.
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Buoy Bells And Ancient Manuscripts
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
Quahog on a Tightrope 