Ever since I wrote the blog about March yesterday, I've been thinking. It doesn't get more dangerous than that. But this time, I was thinking peaceful. Like... March is named for Mars, the god of war. It comes in like a lion and out like a lamb. Like a lot of musicians I know who … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: That’s What You Get For Thinking About March
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
I'm not much of a meat-eater, but Sunday here in the land of Gutenberg requires dire measures. What, you don't make a roast? How does your poor husband handle that? What do you feed the guests who are invited. Hint hint. Actually, with regard to my handicap- being unable to make anything but hefalump gravy- … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Sunday In The Park With Gorge. Of Office Workers, Paella, and Hefalump Gravy.
One of the more interesting facts about living here in Gutenberg Land, is the number of times you find out that something you always considered 100% made in the good old US of A, is supposedly- made in Gutenberg Land. ie the refrigerator, the Linde company is in a tiny town called Kastel (from the … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When Is A Donut A Cannonball?
I'm going to go outside of the holiday season just for a moment Back to ho ho ho tomorrow, I promise, but the prompt of the day, according to Rubie's Corner, interested me for the following reason: most people don't know about the importance of the word "miss" in the German language. Until 1977, Fräulein … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: “Miss”ing