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
In the spring, a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of.... hay fever. Or actually, as it is here, hazelnut pollen season poisoning. Which is a real bear normally anyway, but when, as at the moment, the temperatures suddenly shoot to sixty, drop to minus twenty, shoot to seventy.... the result is a pollen count … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of March Meet The Tides Of Spring, Birdies Tapdance
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
Here it is, almost the ides of January, that time of year when the Brutus-like Christmas bills stab you in the back, the people you work with actually expect creativity- creativity- What? Did they have too much eggnog and soaked-for-six-months-in-a-bottle-of-Irish-Whiskey grandmaw Serelda's famous fruit cake? Or divinity fudge? Can't be too careful about Aunt Elizabeth's … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: When The Ides Of Janus With Their Shoures Soote The Droghte of Stephanus Hath Perced To The Roote…
31- 12- 2017 here. Still And time for a quick look back at: Workin' nine to five And every other bizarre moment of a to others odd, but to me fulfilling, way of life- except, of course, for the time I take off for to cook meals I have carefully researched to make healthy, and … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: On Time, Its Essence, And Cha-Cha-Cha.
Nearly two weeks ago we went to visit an old friend, born in 1854, and thus well over 163 years old, by last count. He was taking a small busman's holiday, you see, mon Dieu, on the Orient Express. Fantastic wide vistas, a compartment of travelling companions, mostly all over seventy, and almost all obsessed … Continue reading And Poirot Lived Here: Penn And Teller And The Murder On The Orient Express.
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?
Way back in the years I started studying literature, everything was deconstructionism. We even had one prof who made us a "tool box" Only as a paper diagram, of course. With bolt cutters, you cut the title off the article to see what it is worth on its own. And what the article is worth … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Reconstructing Deconstruction
Murder mysteries here in Gutenberg Land are, to quote a shop owner at the unfortunately now defunct and much missed Murder One in London, "usually the "noir" type:" taking place at night, in a cemetery, with a shovel, preferable to a country house on a weekend. And then, of course, they must be full of … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Dark, Darker, Comic.
Like the famous old joke says: What is the oldest profession? Answer? To quote that great son of the Mississippi, Mark Twain, no, not lady of the horizontal persuasion, but those of the "Madam, I'm Adam" persuasion: ie: gardener. The one who, in German murder mysteries, is as opposed to the English Christie type, where James, … Continue reading And Sir Walter Scott Lived Here: And Now For A Small Digression: The Genesis Of Murder Mysteries