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
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Cows, Collars, Satellites, Furniture Polish Tea, And Early Morning News.
By seven this morning, I had done the housework, prepared the officer in command in charge of the math's breakfast, written a good two hours- we don't sleep much here due to the constant noise of the ever-expanding "biggest job provider in the region"- the Frankfurt airport- and decided it was just about time for … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Cows, Collars, Satellites, Furniture Polish Tea, And Early Morning News.
And Gutenberg Lived Here: Hark, Is That A Parrot I Hear?
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?
And We All Lived Here: Have You Ever Wondered?
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?
And Gutenberg Lived Here: I’ve Got To Stop Reading Science News.
Yes, I know it's my own fault, but some days, after getting up at five, looking out the window at freezing frost-covered ground, dumping large amounts of jump-start coffee into yourself, in the hope it is all a bad dream, and you will wake up and find it is actually June, and you are in … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: I’ve Got To Stop Reading Science News.
And Erasmus Lived Here: On Ghostbusting, And “Best Local Food? At The Top Of The Funicular.”
When Gutenberger go to the town of Freiburg, it is usually for only one reason: fall hiking in the gorgeous Black Forest. And, of course, being Gutenberger, there had better be good food and drink somewhere along the line. Not that the Gutenberger aren't educated, and cultivated, and open to new ideas. (Probably more so … Continue reading And Erasmus Lived Here: On Ghostbusting, And “Best Local Food? At The Top Of The Funicular.”
And Gutenberg Lived Here: John Adams, Abigail Adams, Gomez Addams
Saturday, after the usual twenty-seven crises and forty-two errands, we decided we had had enough. And took the car, drove through the city of Gutenberg since the bridge across the river near us still isn't functioning right, resulting in three-hour traffic jams (for a twelve-minute trip) headed across the Roman-built Theodore Heuss bridge, up the … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: John Adams, Abigail Adams, Gomez Addams
And Gutenberg Lived Here: “Einstein Would be Flabbergasted…”
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…”
And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: We Beard The Mechanical Chicken In Its Lair.
So...Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys, Girls... (and sheep-and-grouse-herding border collies,) when we last left our intrepid travellers, Rhineland Gutenberger bred and born- well, at least they moved there some time ago, they were: struggling with boots and southwester far too large, but at least sturdy, braving a hurricane-force wind, (the locals told us to walk it- … Continue reading And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: We Beard The Mechanical Chicken In Its Lair.
And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: And Now For The Mechanical Chicken.
Our third day in Pitlochry, land of the Grampians, the Tummel river, the Jacobite recreators, who reenacted the day the troops of the Jacobite rebellion climbed the mountain, and rode down from Blair castle, to jump out of nowhere onto the British royalists, kilts and pipes skirling as they went, ("the Royalists were indeed much … Continue reading And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: And Now For The Mechanical Chicken.
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