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 we could get to Edinburgh. … 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
It's that time again. The one weekend each year when the real Gutenberger- the Meenzer- those born within the sound of the church bells, the Määnzer- those born in the city, but not within the sound of the bells, and the Mainzer- those who have moved in and now live here turn their faces to … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Johnny G, Ceremonial Baths In Wine Vats, And The Gentlemen’s League Of Printers.
Yesterday, over coffee, a friend and I got into a discussion of ta da- the Id. Well actually, it started with the ides, as in- quick, stab me, I've got one of those classes- went through a progression of bad puns- ide-ology, ide-olotry ide- rather be in Kansas, progressed through a series of discussions on … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: As The Id Goes Marching On
Wednesday morning Central European Time, I woke to find a not finished US election, a huge uproar "will he, won't he, will he, won't he," CNN talking and talking and talking, the German news explaining and explaining, and explaining, or, well, ....not explaining. And all from the politician's understanding of politics. ie what was good … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Donald, The Germans, And Angie.
So the last time we met.... I was on my way to a Halloween show that never was, and watching male buddies devour large amounts of dead sea things deep-fried, of course, because... It's the end of October. (What do you mean, that makes no sense...?) Which over here is one of those "super-weeks." Sorry. … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Why Are Vampires Buying Brown And Purple Topcoats?
"I read the news today, oh boy..." Geek news. All about: an Octobot- one of those slimy wiggly eight-armed bots which are "completely autonomous." Completely autonomous? As in you come home one night and discover that instead of cleaning the house and fixing dinner, it has changed the locks, and is now sitting in your … Continue reading What Happens When An Octobot Meets A Flying Pizza Delivery Drone?
It's Monday morning here in Gutenberg Land. Time to report all the newest on the weekend Gutenberg scene. Not. Sorry. I find that formulation so bizarre, I sometimes play with it. Like to describe what I did with my long awaited long-weekend vacation. As in: Nope, Nobody dead, Like in tv movies. And nobody dead … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Not
It's seven fifteen here. A.M. And so far, I have cleaned and put back together a coffee machine where someone put coffee in the basket holder, not in the basket. (In our house, the first one up does the beverage service.) Did I mention it is seven fifteen here. And that I only drink tea. … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Ring Those Bells
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
Mankind survives because of the collector gene. If you don't believe me, think about the family next door to you. The ones who, due to the fact that your great-grandmother collected odd bits and pieces of everything that came into the stores (and junkyards) in the way of electric do-hickeys, from the time the first … Continue reading Of Politics, Pokemon, And Surviving The Collector Gene