Tag: thought piece

And Gutenberg Lived Here: And The Beat Goes On

Yesterday was one of those days you hope for all summer- twenty-seven degrees, pale blue sky, just a hint of a breeze. (Did I mention it was wet, wet, wet here all summer? Or roasting hot and full of things that buzz and sting and make noise all night? No, not the neighbors.) So anyway, … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: And The Beat Goes On →

The Day The Pants Fell: Or, What Is Humor?

Today I decided I would write something humorous. Bad news, right? ie trying to write humorous(ly) when you are writing about what is humorous is like dropping your baggy pants at a librarians' convention. Wait, that was funny. Or was it? By which I mean: someone once wrote, probably John Cleese, or maybe it was … Continue reading The Day The Pants Fell: Or, What Is Humor? →

No, The N.orthern E.ngland, S.outhern S.cotland and I.rish E.levated Isn’t In Loch Ness.

Maybe it's the weather. Or my crazy family...students...landlord...musicians I work with... you get the picture, But lately, I've just been in the mood to write weird and unusual blogs. Like the one about Irish duck feet. And Disney. Or Nobel prize winners who eat eggs from water glasses, or the Sherlock Holmes phenomenon. More about … Continue reading No, The N.orthern E.ngland, S.outhern S.cotland and I.rish E.levated Isn’t In Loch Ness. →

Of Politics, Pokemon, And Surviving The Collector Gene

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 →

My Hippie Name? Generation Pig-headed

Anyone else out there notice that since the animal rights people started to go against branding animals, we started "branding" people? You have, of course, the standards: 3 picture identification cards required for financial transactions, Masses of different forms of social media: "choose one word that describes you" who's on, What's up, people check, "If … Continue reading My Hippie Name? Generation Pig-headed →

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Now You’re Cooking

I was about six when I cooked my first meal. Scrambled eggs. I don't really remember why I did it, except my father had cancer at the time, my mother was teaching and constantly exhausted, and we kids were up at all kinds of hours and constantly starving. All I remember is I made breakfast … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Now You’re Cooking →

What, More Pokemons? Where Is Harvey When We Need Him?

In this age of facebook, Pokemon, and Big Brother, with or without House, I am one of the probably few remaining friends of the great Elwood P Dowd. (Others please drop a note. We are a vanishing breed) See, For those of you who don't know who that is, Elwood P is the hero of … Continue reading What, More Pokemons? Where Is Harvey When We Need Him? →

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Pokemon Go. Away.

One of my relatives is Pokemon mad. Which I assume, from the little bit of reading I did on it, has something to do with Californian culture and Japanese cartoons. Nuff said. What I didn't figure on, especially in these days of news programs filled with violence and killings, Brexit, and, in general, unbelievably stupid … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Pokemon Go. Away. →