For anyone who is interested in mysteries- As anyone is who still has a drop of Airedale blood in them, that noble species we are all descended from, from detectives, to dancers, to clog hoppers, to singers (hey, Airedale is in Ireland. They have some great tenors there.) or who digs up gardens, to bury … Continue reading Quahog On A Tightrope: Here’s To The Crimewriters
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
March is coming. Hurrah. The time of the most famous ides of all. Not to mention the time of year I wait- well, all year- for: The clock moves forward, the sun comes out of hiding, the white asparagus shivers under its plastic sheet in the fields, waiting to be served as the first, and … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Times of March, And The Plastic Paddy.
A couple of weeks ago, I got a mail in my box telling me about holiday gifts and toys, and warning me which ones can be switched on to listen in on your family. The list ranged from tvs, refrigerators and other kitchen appliances, to children's toys, including bears, and even to electric toothbrushes. (Why … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Hark, Is That A Parrot I Hear?
Nearly two weeks ago we went to visit an old friend, born in 1854, and thus well over 163 years old, by last count. He was taking a small busman's holiday, you see, mon Dieu, on the Orient Express. Fantastic wide vistas, a compartment of travelling companions, mostly all over seventy, and almost all obsessed … Continue reading And Poirot Lived Here: Penn And Teller And The Murder On The Orient Express.
Have you ever wondered what happened to the first words ever made- The words sent out. And let flow into the earth, Where they mixed with tungsten, And lead, And all the other earthly elements, Until a particular mix was formed That held them solidly in place, And allowed everyone to feel the power of … Continue reading And We All Lived Here: Have You Ever Wondered?
Way back in the years I started studying literature, everything was deconstructionism. We even had one prof who made us a "tool box" Only as a paper diagram, of course. With bolt cutters, you cut the title off the article to see what it is worth on its own. And what the article is worth … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Reconstructing Deconstruction
And not just Einstein. I found the above in a story about the awarding of the Nobel prize for physics. And, as flabbergasted as you feel at this moment, (hmmm) this article has nothing to do with either physics, or the Nobel prize. Or feeling flabbergasted, for that matter. (By the way, just what is … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: “Einstein Would be Flabbergasted…”
Murder mysteries here in Gutenberg Land are, to quote a shop owner at the unfortunately now defunct and much missed Murder One in London, "usually the "noir" type:" taking place at night, in a cemetery, with a shovel, preferable to a country house on a weekend. And then, of course, they must be full of … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Dark, Darker, Comic.
What? The first of October is world coffee day? Good grief, how do I hide this fact so my husband Harald doesn't find it? (He who can't get up and moving without two cups, and I often felt would leave me for a senorita in Cuba, Guatemala, Columbia, or any of the other places the … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: World Coffee Day.