What is it about this weird weiry time between the seasons of universal brotherly love- and- maybe we can pay for your mother's new canary cage by not eating for a week- somewhere, calendarically speaking, just after the shortest day of the year, "when the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls," that mystical time … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Yo Ho Ho, Philosophers All
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And Gutenberg Lived Here: Moguntia U And The Viral Philo-Door
Yesterday, over a quick Greek dinner after a VERY long day at the U, the discussion turned to, as it often does when foreign guests are on board, Moguntia U versus the rest of the world. Main topic last night: Presence. Also called branding. As in: Our president, a very nice man who has apparently … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Moguntia U And The Viral Philo-Door
And Miss Phryne Fisher Lived Here: Nuts, Bolts, Sex, And Moolah
Sorry, but I just couldn't pass this one up: apparently, Melbourne, that's in Australian, is right in the middle of their yearly so-called sex-po, a trade fair for the erotic trades, this year featuring: get ready, this is really good- ta da- pole-dancing robots. yes, you heard me right- pole dancing robots. And the gigabit … Continue reading And Miss Phryne Fisher Lived Here: Nuts, Bolts, Sex, And Moolah
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Invisible Watches, Body Heat, And The Real Dr Who
I read an article today that absolutely fascinated me: A smart watch that runs on body heat. Totally. I kid you not. The heat produced by your body, and escaping through your skin, assuming you are a normal, warm-blooded being, is enough to run a very sophisticated smart watch. AND... store enough energy in the … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Invisible Watches, Body Heat, And The Real Dr Who
And Gutenberg Lived Here: In The Middle Of The Night
It's the middle of the night here in Gutenberg land. The dark, spooky, witching hour, when wishes are made true. I wish I may, I wish I might, I wish the idiot route planners at the Frankfurt Airport, the ones who are trying to make a "branding" ie hide behind a name, by calling themselves … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: In The Middle Of The Night
Why Make A Movie With Cumberbatch If He’s Not Allowed To Act?
(Spoiler alert: if you go to this movie, your evening will be spoilt) Last Tuesday night we went to the movies: Dr Strange, starring two, in my opinion, absolutely brilliant actors, Benedict Cumberbatch, and Tilda Swinton. You could have done swan lake with plastic swans on sticks for all the acting they were allowed to … Continue reading Why Make A Movie With Cumberbatch If He’s Not Allowed To Act?
A Day In The Life: How Should I Know Why The Dryer Is Spinning Backwards?
There are moments in any marriage when, no matter how much you love your partner, and I definitely do adore Harold, with every inch of my heart, and soul, but still, there are those moments, when you just want to order a doghouse from Amazon, and put his stereo and bedding in it, and lock … Continue reading A Day In The Life: How Should I Know Why The Dryer Is Spinning Backwards?
And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Day Of The Other Triffids
Last night Harold and I went to bed swearing we would neither stay up, nor get up for, nor listen to "the great debate-" part three. We didn't. But at three am, we were awake. Karma. Or the neighbors downstairs listening to, and fighting about, the great debate. (Germans are absolutely MAAADDD for every little … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Day Of The Other Triffids
And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Jellied Eel And Hot Dog School Of Politics
Every couple of weeks, a group of us Gutenbergers, mostly ex-pat, but also local English speakers, some of whom are VERY good at the language, meet up with, gasp, those from that other state capitol on the other side of the Rhine, (which shall remain nameless for the protection of those of the lineage of … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Jellied Eel And Hot Dog School Of Politics
Little Box Of Horrors: It’s Baaaack
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
Quahog on a Tightrope 
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