you either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
Medieval advertisement for a bookstore
In medieval times, books were not just made by monks. By the thirteenth century commercial scribes had become the go-to people for a book. To attract clients, the professionals running these “bookstores” made advertisement sheets, like this one. They were usually put on display outside the shop’s entrance: clients looked at the samples and choose a letter type for the book they were about to order. This one is from the shop of Herman Strepel in Münster, Germany, and dates from c. 1447. Herman did an excellent marketing job because he wrote the names of the letter types in gold next to the samples.
In her 17 years of life, my cat has never been interested in the TV or computer. Birds or dogs on TV, no reaction. I play her a cat video on youtube or go to one of those websites for cats where things move across the screen, no reaction.
This morning I was at my computer and my cat was behind me lying sleepily on the bed. I decided I’d watch Lebanon. I glance back at my cat and her head has perked up and she’s staring intently at the screen. The opening credits roll by and it moves into the actual movie and my cat is now literally on the edge of the bed, totally captivated.
I see, so it’s not birds or other cats she’s interested in; she likes sunflowers blowing in the wind and foreign men in tanks.
Eventually she lay back down and her interest gradually waned, only glancing at the screen now and then. I didn’t see any of the movie throughout all this because I was watching my cat the whole time and when I started it over, I was too giggly for a serious movie so I didn’t end up watching it after all.
I thought I was losing it for a few seconds there.
I’m sitting in my room on the computer and it’s rather quiet aside from my keyboard and some noise I can hear from the rest of the house through my closed door, but suddenly I could swear I hear some of the music from Skyrim very, very softly; not in my head as if it’s stuck, but actually hearing it. And I’m thinking, wow, I’ve been playing that game way too much lately, I’m going loopy. I carry on with what I’m doing, but after a little while I’m like, no I’m sure I’m actually hearing this. So I freeze and listen in, then follow the sound and end up in front of my radio, which I have set to the classical station on a very low volume because I play it at night when—or rather if—I sleep, and aha, I DO hear it. My radio is on and they’re playing Far Horizons. I didn’t even consider that perhaps my radio was on because I didn’t think the classical station would be playing music from Skyrim.
Excellent choice, Classical FM, excellent choice. Had me worried about my mental stability for a few seconds there though; I thought I was having auditory hallucinations.
I miss her u.u