One Sentential Links post for each thesis that Martin Luther nailed to the door of…wherever it was that he nailed them to the door. Crap, I used to know this. There was college tuition money well-spent….
[off to Google!]
Ah, he nailed them to a church door at Wittenberg, Germany. Not to be confused with Wartburg Castle, where he translated the New Testament into German from the original Klingon (and thus provided a handy name to some people in Iowa centuries later who needed to name a college).
Anyway….
:: Will the demands for authenticity expand to a ban on flush toilets? Shall the sewers be open? How about no electricity or phone? Candles and torches only. (Local issue here, but I’m generally a lot more sympathetic to preservationists’ arguments when there is something to preserve.)
:: Some things are so titanically great that we can even loose sight of how amazing they truly are: living for too long in their shadow, we come to underestimate their size. (What a friggin’ truth this is. I think of this every time I listen to Beethoven’s Seventh: everybody knows that it might be the greatest of all symphonies, and yet to listen to it anew as I do every year or two is to amaze myself again at how stunning it still is. But he’s talking about something else; go find out.)
:: And whenever we’ve called in repairmen they always begin by saying the exact same thing:
“Well, that’s weird.” (Interestingly, in my job I’m now getting experienced to the point that I’m starting to recognize instances in which it’s appropriate to say, “Well, that’s weird”.)
:: This is a full shot of the character concept from a few posts ago. (Wow, nifty art here. For obvious reasons, I really dig the ones for the Space Opera project he’s working on.)
Tune in next week, as always.