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, … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: And Finally It Was Sunday.
Dear whoever made the mistake of thinking spring starts on the twenty-first, or twenty-second of April, or somewhere near June in the Gregorian calendar, or whatever… because… today is the first day of spring. How do I know? Well…. This is the day that: Puxtahawny Phil and his crowd wash … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Real First Day Of Spring
And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Stillness of Three O’clock, Electric Candles, And A Chorister’s Ration of Eggnog
One of the biggest things about celebrating Good Friday here in Gutenberg Land is the extreme clash of opposites. The ever-growing number of “free church” members- anyone not Catholic or Lutheran, the two state churches, take things very very seriously on this day, with groups overnighting in the church, in … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Stillness of Three O’clock, Electric Candles, And A Chorister’s Ration of Eggnog
In the spring, a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of…. hay fever. Or actually, as it is here, hazelnut pollen season poisoning. Which is a real bear normally anyway, but when, as at the moment, the temperatures suddenly shoot to sixty, drop to minus twenty, shoot to seventy…. the … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of March Meet The Tides Of Spring, Birdies Tapdance
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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: That’s What You Get For Thinking About March
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, … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Carnival In Review: Duck When They Throw The Candy, And Mercy For Sykes.
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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Sunshine Blues And Notable Math Transit
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… … 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 … 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 … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: So Why Is Oscar Wilde Dancing The Can-can In “Die Fledermaus?”
31- 12- 2017 here. Still And time for a quick look back at: Workin’ nine to five And every other bizarre moment of a to others odd, but to me fulfilling, way of life- except, of course, for the time I take off for to cook meals I have carefully … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: On Time, Its Essence, And Cha-Cha-Cha.
It’s freezing here. And grey. And the local doctors, life coaches, night education classes and sun studios are doing a booming business in winter depression cures. Not helped along much by the fact the local carnival clubs have all called it a day until February, at least, to make room … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: From Death to Christmas- Pass The Chocolate.
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 … Continue Reading And We All Lived Here: Have You Ever Wondered?
Ok, this is going to take a bit of doing, so hang on, and watch, if you will, a slightly out of practice literary comparatist work: what do James Herriot and German National Unity Day have in common? James Herriot, the creator of All Creatures Great And Small, All Things … Continue Reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: James Herriot And German National Unity Day.
Like the famous old joke says: What is the oldest profession? Answer? To quote that great son of the Mississippi, Mark Twain, no, not lady of the horizontal persuasion, but those of the “Madam, I’m Adam” persuasion: ie: gardener. The one who, in German murder mysteries, is as opposed to the … Continue Reading And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: And Now For A Small Digression: The Genesis Of Murder Mysteries
And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: Just Reach Through The Window To Open The Train Door, And Don’t Forget The Mechanical Chicken
Several years ago, even before the Outlander, the Highlander, and all the other ‘Kilt-dressed rolling in the heather and stabbing Englishmen and Haggis, whichever came first,’ romance figures were invented, my Robbie Burns and Ivanhoe fan of a husband and I- I’m more the Stevenson type- planned and planned how … Continue Reading And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: Just Reach Through The Window To Open The Train Door, And Don’t Forget The Mechanical Chicken