Friday night in Gutenberg Land. Hump day is over. Train's rounding the bend to Chinese and a movie. You've been holding your breath all week, afraid to breath out. But here it is. You are free. You are going out. And then, the love of your life drops a bombshell on you. Would you mind … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When It’s Friday Night, And The Spirits Are Rising, Who Ya Gonna Call? A Comparatist.
It's cold here in Gutenberg Land. So cold that it's almost disgusting that the sunshine is at the thousand-Watt, sunburn through the frost level, and most people aren't out in it. Most people meaning: the beautiful Rhine pathway is freezing- we were smart enough to take double strong peppermint tea in a "senator thermos." Small, … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: 1000-Watt Sunshine, And Fish By The Net-full
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, wine, and huge garlic-laced rings … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Carnival In Review: Duck When They Throw The Candy, And Mercy For Sykes.
Today is Old Wives Carnival here. The day a lot of women wait all year for. It starts with a group of women, in costume, usually female devils in very very short skirts, putting up a ladder and "storming" the town hall. (And being repelled by a confetti canon, aimed in the other direction, ie … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: “Old Wives’ Thursday,” or Where Is Gloria Steinem When You Need Her?
Yesterday we went downtown early. Make that VERY early. Because: Here you have to be crafty, and wily, and go down so early the rest of the more cars than members of the populace are still having breakfast, or are at work waking others members of the populace at seven a.m. (or before. Believe it … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Of Mardi Gras, Flying Donuts, And All Things Gutenberg
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 blog people, apparently, are making … 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... We have spent Sylvester, as … 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 execute manoeuver critique, while partying … 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 church we were a member … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: So Why Is Oscar Wilde Dancing The Can-can In “Die Fledermaus?”
I just finished reading a wonderful blog, called Irish Christmas traditions at Wandering Gaels and it started me thinking about my own wandering Gael family, and our more than California-ized Christmas traditions. I would like to share a few of them with you. Picture if you will: Christmas eve morning. My mother, an early riser, … Continue reading And A Maine Coon Cat Lived Here: Wondering Gaels.