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Jack Vettriano You Can't Come To This Party

2009-05-15T01:08:00.000-07:00

Jack Vettriano You Can't Come To This Party
Jack Vettriano Yesterday's DreamsJack Vettriano Working the Lounge
trust anyone who gives me money.'
Buddy glanced at the table. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling that if something was wrong the guitar would do something ‑ play a discord, maybe. But it just purred gently to itself.
'Oh, all right. If it means I get to keep my teef, I'm all for it,' said Cliff.
'OK,' said Buddy.ever seen him before. An' . . . an' . . . well, you know trolls . . . could've been anyone. . .'
'One of them was definitely the Librarian from the University,' said Herbert 'Mr Harpsichord' Shuffle, the Guild's own librarian.
'We can leave him for now,' said Clete.'Great! Great! We can make beautiful music together! At least ‑you boys can, eh?'He pulled out a sheet of paper and a pencil. In Dibbler's eyes, the lion roared.Somewhere high in the Ramtops, Susan rode Binky over a cloudbank.'How could he talk like that?' she said. 'Play around with people's lives, and then talk about duty?'All the lights were on in the Musicians' Guild.A gin bottle played a tattoo on the edge of a glass. Then it rattled briefly on the desktop as Satchelmouth put it down.'Doesn't anyone know who the hells they are?' Mr Clete said, as Satchelmouth managed to grip the glass on the second try. 'Someone must know who they are!''Dunno about the boy,' said Satchelmouth. 'No‑one's

Jack Vettriano Edith and the Kingpin

2009-05-13T01:10:00.000-07:00

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waiting,' said Susan meaningfully.
She clenched her fists.
IMP Y CELYN, she said.
The book And it was vitally important that she save him instead. She could feel the certainty like a ball‑bearing in her mind. It was absolutely imperative. She'd never met him up close, she'd not exchanged a word with him, he was just one person, but it was him she had to save.
Grandfather had said she shouldn't do that sort of thing. What did he know about anything? He'd never lived.
Blert Wheedown made guitars. It was quiet, satisfying work. It took him and Gibbsson, the apprentice, about five days to make a decent instrument, if the wood was available and properly seasoned. He was a conscientious man who'd devoted appeared in front of her. She just managed to catch it before it fluttered to the floor.'Thank you,' she said.She flicked through the pages of his life until she came to the last one, and stared. Then she hastily went back until she found, written neatly down, his death in the Drum. It was all there ‑ all untrue. He hadn't died. The book was lying. Or ‑ and this she knew was a far more accurate way of looking at it ‑ the book was true and reality was lying.What was more important was that from the moment of his death the book was writing music. Page after page had been covered with neat staves. While Susan watched, a clef drew itself in a series of careful loops.What did it want? Why should it save his life?

Lord Frederick Leighton Solitude

2009-05-11T23:56:00.000-07:00

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'Was I?'
'Yes.'
'Just thinking. My name . . . it's not right for this music, either.'
'What does it mean in real language?' said Glod.
'Well, all my family are y Celyns,' said Imp, ignoring the insult to an ancient tongue. 'It means "of the holllly ". That's allll that grows , it was very good, very . . . new,' he stared hard at Imp‑cum‑Buddy, 'but there's still something missing . . .'
The dwarf gave Buddy né Imp another penetrating stare.
'Do you know you're shaking all over?' he said. 'Moving around on your seat like you got a pant full of ant.'
'I can't help it,' said Buddy. He wanted to sleep, but a rhythm was bouncing around in Llamedos, you see. Everything else just rots.''I wasn't goin' to say,' said Cliff, 'but Imp sounds a bit like elf to me.''It just means "small shoot",' said Imp. 'You know. Like a bud.''Bud y Celyn?' said Glod. 'Buddy? Worse than Cliff, in my opinion.''I . . . think it sounds right,' said Imp.Glod shrugged, and pulled a handful of coins out of his pocket.'We've still got more'n four dollars,' he said. 'I know what we should do with it, too.'‘We should put it towards Guild membership,' said the new Buddy.Glod stared into the middle distance.'No,' he said. 'We haven't got the sound right. I mean

Piet Mondrian Composition with Red Yellow and Blue

2009-05-08T02:05:00.001-07:00

Piet Mondrian Composition with Red Yellow and BluePiet Mondrian Composition 2Steve Thoms PoppiesEdvard Munch Puberty 1894
I suppose you know what sound is made by one hand clapping, do you?' said the holy man nastily.
YES. CL. THE OTHER HAND MAKES THE AP.
'Ah‑ha, no, WHY DO THINGS HAVE TO BE THE WAY THEY ARE?
'Well–’
YOU DON'T KNOW, DO YOU?
'Not exactly. The whole thing is meant to be a mystery, see?'
The stranger stared at the holy man for some time, causing the man to feel that his head had become transparent.you're wrong there,' said the holy man, back on firmer ground. He waved a skinny hand. 'No sound, see?'THAT WASN'T A CLAP. THAT WAS JUST A WAVE.'It was a clap. I just wasn't using both hands. What kind of blue, anyway?'YOU JUST WAVED. I DON'T CALL THAT VERY PHILOSOPHICAL. DUCK EGG.The holy man glanced down the mountain. Several people were approaching. They had flowers in their hair and were carrying what looked very much like a bowl of rice.OR POSSIBLY EAU‑DE‑NIL.'Look, my son,' the holy man said hurriedly, 'what exactly is it you want? I haven't got all day.'YES, YOU HAVE. TAKE IT FROM ME.'What do you want?'

Salvador Dali Dali Nude in Contemplation Before the Five Regular Bodies

2009-05-06T01:23:00.000-07:00

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go and find one,' said Ridcully. 'You've got nearly half an hour.'
'It's not as easy as that, is it? They don't grow or. trees!'
'Oook?'He paid no attention to the thin rope dangling from the trapdoor far above. Even if he'd thought about it . . . so what? It was just a rope.
Gaspode looked up into the shadows.
There was a growl from somewhere in the darkness. It was no ordinary dog growl. Early man had heard sounds like that in deep caves.'I can't think who to ask!''Oook.' .The Librarian liked being best man. You were allowed to kiss bridesmaids, and they weren't allowed to run away. He was really disappointed when Vimes ignored him. Acting-Constable Cuddy climbed laboriously up the steps inside the Tower of Art, grumbling to himself He knew he couldn't complain. They'd drawn lots because, Carrot said, you shouldn't ask the men to do anything you wouldn't do yourself. And he'd drawn the short straw, harhar, which meant the tallest building. That meant if there was any trouble, he'd miss it.

George Inness Coast Scene

2009-05-05T01:44:00.000-07:00

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two-er things come from Slice Mountain! Rocks . . . an' . . . an' . . .' he struck out wildly, 'other sortsa rocks! What kind you, Bauxite?'
'What the hell's going on here?'
The Watch House door had opened. Captain Quirke emerged, sword in hand.
'You two book. 'I'm relieving you of your command.'
'—otherwise I get my goohuloog head kicked in.'
'—otherwise I get my goohuloog head kicked in.'
'Wha—? Are you mad?'
'No, sir, but I'm choosing to believe that you are. Thhorrible troll! You raise your hand right now, you repeat troll oath—''Ah, captain,' said Carrot. 'Can we have a word?''You're in real trouble, Corporal Garret,' snarled Quirke. 'Who do you think you are?''I will do what I told—''Don't wanna be inna—'Wham!'I will do what I told—''Just the man on the spot, captain,' said Carrot cheerfully.'Well, man on the spot, I'm the senior officer here, and you can damn well—''Interesting point,' said Carrot. He produced his black

Edward Hopper Les Pont Royal

2009-05-04T01:14:00.000-07:00

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and I'm here to collect some arms for my men.'
'Yeah? stuff back out of hock, eh?'
'I nev—'
'And, and then, yeah, we'll get the old thousand swords trick, yeah? Fifty crates stacked up, turns out the bottom forty are full of rocks?' 'I—'
'What's your name, mister?'
'I—'
'You open this door right now!'Where's your authority?''What? But I'm—'The truncheon was knocked away and the hatch thudded into place.' 'Scuse me,' said Corporal Nobbs, pushing past. 'Let me have a go. I've been here before, sort of thing.'He kicked the door with his steel capped boots, known and feared wherever men were on the floor and in no position to fight back.Snap. 'I told you to bug—''Auditors,' said Nobby.There was a moment's silence.'What?''Here to take inventory.''Where's your auth—''Oh? Oh? He says where's my authority?' Nobby leered at the guards. 'Oh? Keeps me hanging around here while his cronies can nip out the back to bring the

Mark Spain Dance I

2009-04-29T00:09:00.000-07:00

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'That's people for you, I'm afraid.'
'I never did find out what happened to Mr Hong.'
'Poor fellow.'
'And then air, there are no boundaries. There could be no more war, because the sky is endless. How happy we would be, if we could but fly.'
Vetinari turned the machine over and over in his hands.
'Yes,' he said, 'I daresay we would.'
'I had tried clockwork, you know.'
'I'm sorry? I was thinking about something else.'there's the wizards. Tinker, tinker, tinker. Never think twice before grabbing a thread of the fabric of reality and giving it a pull.''Shocking.''The alchemists? Their idea of civic duty is mixing up things to see what happens.''I hear the bangs, even here.''And then, of course, along comes someone like you—''I really am terribly sorry.'Lord Vetinari turned the model flying machine over and over in his fingers.'You dream of flying,' he said.'Oh, yes. Then men would be truly free. From the

Claude Monet Autumn at Argenteuil

2009-04-28T00:13:00.000-07:00

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bathed in lukewarm water and a rosy alcoholic glow. Then he dried himself off as best he could and looked at the suit on the bed.
It had been made for him by the finest tailor in the city. Sybil Ramkin had a generous heart. She was a woman out for all she could give.
The suit was blue . He wasn't at all sure how to become a gentleman. Putting on the suit would seem to be part of it . . .
Guests were arriving. He could hear the crunch of carriage wheels on the driveway, and the flip-flop of the sedan-chair carriers.
He glanced out of the window. Scoone Avenue was and deep purple, with lace on the wrists and at the throat. It was the height of fashion, he had been told. Sybil Ramkin wanted him to go up in the world. She'd never actually said it, but he knew she felt he was far too good to be a copper.He stared at it in muzzy incomprehension. He'd never really worn a suit before. When he was a kid there'd been whatever rags could be tied on, and later on there'd been the leather knee britches and chainmail of the Watch – comfortable, practical clothes.There was a hat with the suit. It had pearls on it.Vimes had never worn any headgear before that hadn't been hammered out of one piece of metal.The shoes were long and pointy.He'd always worn sandals in the summer, and the traditional cheap boots in the winter.Captain Vimes could just about manage to be an officer

Paul Gauguin The Vision After the Sermon

2009-04-27T00:22:00.000-07:00

Paul Gauguin The Vision After the SermonPaul Gauguin Spirit of the Dead WatchingPaul Gauguin Hail MaryHenri Matisse Woman with a Hat
shall expect you up at the house at eight o'clock, then,' she said. 'And don't look like that. It'll help you tremendously. You're far too good a man to spend his nights traipsing around dark wet streets. It's time you got on in the world.'
Vimes wanted to say that he liked traipsing around dark wet streets, but it would be no use. He didn't like it much. It was just what 'He got out of his pen last night.'
'A dragon?'
Vimes groaned, and pulled a cheap cigar out of his pocket. Swamp dragons were becoming a minor nuisance in the city. Lady Ramkin got very angry about it.
People would buy them when they were six inches he'd always done. He thought about his badge in the same way he thought about his nose. He didn't love it or hate it. It was just his badge.'So just you run along. It'll be terrific fun. Have you got a handkerchief?' Vimes panicked. 'What?' 'Give it to me.' She held it close to his mouth. 'Spit. . .' she commanded.She dabbed at a smudge on his cheek. One of the Interchangeable Emmas gave a giggle that was just audible. Lady Ramkin ignored it.'There,' she said. 'That's better. Now off you go and keep the streets safe for all of us. And if you want to do something really useful, you could find Chubby.''Chubby?'

Cao Yong FRIENDS

2009-04-24T00:18:00.000-07:00

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note under the door when he’s going to be about. For air traffic control, see?”
Most of the town was dark. The moonlight made a black and silver checkerboard across the country. After a while, Casanunda began to feel better about things. The motion of the broomstick was actually quite soothing.
“Carried lots of passengers, have you?” he said.
“On and off, yes,” said Nanny.
Casanunda appeared to be thinking about things. And
then he said, in the night.
“Oh, blast.”
“Can’t you outfly them?”
“Nope. They can put a girdle round the world in forty minutes.”
“Why? It’s not that fat,” said Casanunda, who was feel-ing in the mood for a handful of dried frog pills.a voice dripping with scientific inquiry, “Tellme, has anyone ever tried to mak—““No,” said Nanny Ogg firmly. “You’d fall off.”“You don’t know what I was going to ask.”“Bet you half a dollar?”They flew in silence for a couple of minutes, and then Casanunda tapped Nanny Ogg on the shoulder.“Elves at three o’clock!”“That’s all right, then. That’s hours away.”“I mean they’re over there!”Nanny squinted at the stars. Something ragged moved across

Lord Frederick Leighton The Fisherman and the Syren

2009-04-22T23:46:00.000-07:00

Lord Frederick Leighton The Fisherman and the SyrenJean Auguste Dominique Ingres Perseus and AndromedaGuido Reni The Coronation of the VirginGuido Reni St Joseph
have gone on looking. She admitted that to herself, afterward. But she seemed to have no self-control.
There was a wooden bowl in the middle of the dresser table, full of odd coins, bits of string, and the general detri-tus of the nightly emptied pocket.
And a folded paper.could actually afford a standing army.
Kings and queens and various sub-orders of aristocracy were even now streaming over Lancre bridge, watched by a sulking and soaking-wet troll who had given up on bridge-keeping for the day.
The Great Hall had been thrown open. Jugglers and fire-eaters strolled among the crowd. Up in the minstrels gallery a small orchestra were playing the Lancre one-string fiddle and famed Ramtop bagpipes, but fortunately they were more or less drowned out by the noise of the crowd. Much folded, as if it had stayed in said pocket for some time.She picked it up, and unfolded it.There were little kingdoms all over the hubward slopes of the Ramtops. Every narrow valley, every ledge that some-thing other than a goat could stand on, was a kingdom. There were kingdoms in the Ramtops so small that, if they were ravaged by a dragon, and that dragon had been killed by a young hero, and the king had given him half his king-dom as per Section Three of the Heroic Code, then there wouldn’t have been any kingdom left. There were wars of annexation that went on for years just because someone wanted a place to keep the coal.175Terry PratchettLancre was one of the biggest kingdoms. It

Pop art trane in blue

2009-04-21T00:46:00.000-07:00

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“Take my hand, child,” she said.
Diamanda “I ain’t in her mind, elf. I’m keeping you out.”
The Queen smiled. It was the most beautiful smile Diamanda had ever seen.
“And you have some power, too. Amazing. I never thought you’d amount to anything, Esmerelda Weatherwax. But it’s no good here. Kill them both. But not at the same time. Let the other one watch.”
She climbed on to her horse again, turned it around, and galloped off.
Two of the elves dismounted, drawing thin bronze dag-gers from their belts.stuck out a hand gingerly.There was something about the eyes. It wasn’t the shape or the color. There was no evil glint. But there was ...... a look. It was such a look that a microbe might encounter if it could see up from the bottom end of the microscope. It said: You are nothing. It said: You are flawed, you have no value. It said: You are animal. It said: Perhaps you may be a pet, or perhaps you may be a quarry. It said:And the choice is not yours.She tried to pull her hand away.“Get out of her mind, old crone.”Granny’s face was running with sweat.

Nicolas De Stael Agrigente

2009-04-20T00:09:00.000-07:00

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wasn’t a witch in the bone like the old ones. They made sure she knew it.
Well, she’d just have to leam queening. At least she was the only one in Lancre. No one’d be looking over her shoul-der the whole time, saying things like “You ain’t holding that scepter right’.”
Right. ..
Someone had stolen her clothes in the night.
She got up in her nightshirt and hopped over the cold flagstones to the door. She was halfway there when it opened of its own girl bobbing up.
“If you say ‘yes’m’ again, it will go very hard with you,” she managed, as she went past.
“Y—right, your majesty, m’m.”
Faint light began to dawn.accord.She recognized the small dark girl that came in, barely visible behind a stack of linen. Most people in Lancre knew everyone else.“Millie Chillum?”The linen bobbed a curtsy.“Yes’m?”Magrat lifted up part of the stack.“It’s me, Magrat,” she said. “Hello.”“Yes’m.” Another bob.“What’s up with you, Millie?”“Yes’m.” Bob, bob.42LQR06 fiNb Lft0/£6“I said it’s me. You don’t have to look at me like that.”“Yes’m.”The nervous bobbing continued. Magrat found her own knees beginning to jerk in sympathy but as it were behind the beat, so that as she was bobbing down she overtook the

Mark Spain Crescendo I

2009-04-17T00:41:00.001-07:00

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knee-deep in religions. There were the Nine Day Wonderers, and the Strict Offlians, and there were various altars to small gods of one sort or another, tucked away in distant clearings. He’d never really felt the need, just like the dwarfs. Iron was iron and fire was fire—start getting meta-physical and you were scraping your thumb on the bottom of your hammer.
WHAT DO YOU REALLY HAVE FAITH IN, RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT?
He’s inches away, Jason thought. I could reach out and touch . . .
There was a smell. It wasn’t unpleasant. It was hardly anything at all. It was the smell of air in old forgotten rooms. If centuries I SPEAK AS ONE CRAFTSMAN TO ANOTHER.
“Thank you, m’lord.”
WE WILL MEET AGAIN.
“Yes, m’lord.”
WHEN NEXT MY HORSE NEEDS SHOEING.could smell, then old ones would smell like that.MR. OGG?Jason swallowed.“Well, m’lord,” he said, “right now ... I really believe in this blindfold.”GOOD MAN. GOOD MAN. AND NOW ... I MUST BE GOING.Jason heard the latch lift. There was a thud as the doors scraped back, driven by the wind, and then there was the sound of hooves on the cobbles again.YOUR WORK, AS ALWAYS, IS SUPERB.“Thank you, m’lord.”
“Yes, m’lord.”

Mark Rothko Untitled 1960

2009-04-16T00:36:00.000-07:00

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it had been a wrench. It had been upsetting. You never forgot your first believer. They gave you shape.
Tortoises are not well equipped for cross-country navigation. They need longer legs or shallower ditches.
Om estimated that he was doing less than a fifth of a mile an hour in a direct line, and the Citadel was at least twenty miles away. them until the juice covered his head, but it didn't make a lot of difference.
And then there was nightfall. Nights here weren't as cold as the desert, but they weren't as warm as the day. He'd slow down at night as his blood cooled. He wouldn't be able to think as fast. Or walk as fast.
He was losing heat already. Heat meant speed.
He pulled himself up on to an anthill-
"You're going to die! You're going to die!"Occasionally he made good time between the trees in an olive grove, but that was more than pulled back by rocky ground and field walls.All the time, as his legs whirred, Brutha's thoughts buzzed in his head like a distant bee.He tried shouting in his mind again."What've you got? He's got an army! You've got an army? How many divisions have you got?"But thoughts like that needed energy, and there was a limit to the amount of energy available in one tortoise. He found a bunch of fallen grapes and gobbled

Vincent van Gogh Wheatfield under a Cloudy Sky

2009-04-15T00:23:00.001-07:00

Vincent van Gogh Wheatfield under a Cloudy SkyClaude Monet Water Lilies 1903Claude Monet Bridge over a Pool of Water Lilies
crowd stoning a man to death in a pit. Ever seen that?"
"It has to be done," Brutha mumbled. "So the soul can be shriven and-'
"Don't know "Old 'Charcoal' Abraxas," said Didactylos, suddenly cheerful again. "Struck by lightning fifteen times so far, and still not giving up. You can borrow this one overnight if you want. No scribbling comments in the margins, mind you, unless they're interesting."
"This is it!" said Om. "Come on, let's leave this idiot."
Brutha unrolled the scroll. There weren't even any pictures. Crabbed writing fiIled it, line after line.
"He spent years researching it," said Didactylos. "Went out into the desert, talked to the small about the soul. Never been that kind of a philosopher," said Didactylos. "All I know is, it was a horrible sight.""The state of the body is not-”"Oh, I'm not talking about the poor bugger in the pit," said the philosopher. "I'm talking about the people throwing the stones. They were sure all right. They were sure it wasn't them in the pit. You could see it in their faces. So glad it wasn't them that they were throwing just as hard as they could."Urn hovered, looking uncertain."I've got Abraxas's On Religion," he said.

John William Waterhouse Waterhouse Ophelia

2009-04-14T01:05:00.000-07:00

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cloud had reached the top of the dunes now, and vanished in the silent wastes of the desert.
Brutha tried to put it out of his mind, which was like trying to empty a bucket underwater. No one survived in the high around a stone jetty, at one of which was a trireme flying the holy oriflamme. When the Church traveled, the travelers were very senior people indeed, so when the Church traveled it generally traveled in style.
The party paused on a hill and looked at it.
"Soft and corrupt," said Vorbis. "That's what we've become, Brutha."
"Yes, Lord Vorbis."
"And open to pernicious influence. The sea, Brutha. It washes unholy shores, and gives desert. It wasn't just the dunes and the heat. There were terrors in the burning heart, where even the mad tribes never went. An ocean without water, voices without mouths . . .Which wasn't to say that the immediate future didn't hold terrors enough . . .He'd seen the sea before, but the Omnians didn't encourage it. This may have been because deserts were so much harder to cross. They kept people in, though. But sometimes the desert barriers were a problem, and then you had to put up with the sea.Il-drim was nothing more than a few shacks

Andy Warhol daisy 1982

2009-04-13T00:24:00.000-07:00

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'You don't have to,' said Rincewind hurriedly. 'It's only a thing.'
'I do not see why I should hurt him,' said Coin. 'He looks so harmless. Like an angry rabbit.'
He defies us.
'Not me,' said Rincewind, thrusting the arm with the sock behind his back and trying to ignore the bit about the rabbit.
'Why should I do everything you tell me?' said Coin to the staff. 'I always do everything you tell me, and it doesn't help people at all.'
People Coin opened his eyes. They were gold still, but flecked with brown.
Rincewind swung his sock around in a wide humming arc that connected with the staff halfway along its length. There was a brief explosion of brick dust and burnt wool and the staff spun out of the boy's hand. Wizards scattered as it tumbled end over end across the floor.must fear you. Have I taught you nothing?'But he looks so funny, He's got a sock,' said Coin.He screamed, and his arm jerked oddly. Rincewind's hair stood on end.You will do as you are commanded.'I won't'.You know what happens to boys who are bad.There was a crackle and a smell of scorched flesh. Coin dropped to his knees.'Here, hang on a minute-’ Rincewind began.

Thomas Moran Zion Valley, South Utah

2009-04-10T00:09:00.000-07:00

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that I'm only just learning how-’
'Nonono. She just wants you to help us. It's a sort of quest.'
Nijel's eyes gleamed.
'You mean a geas?' he said.
'Pardon?'
'It's in the book. To be a proper hero it says you've got to labour under a geas.'
Rincewind's of the logs are the kind of logs that have teeth, and most of the logs opened one lazy eye at the distant sounds of splashing from upstream, and suddenly most of the logs had legs. A dozen scaly bodies slipped into the turbid waters, which rolled over them again. The dark waters were unruffled, except for a few inconsequential V -shaped ripples.forehead wrinkled. 'Is it a sort of bird?''I think it's more a sort of obligation, or something,' said Nijel, but without much certainty.'Sounds more like a kind of bird to me,' said Rincewind, 'I'm sure I read it in a bestiary once. Large. Couldn't fly. Big pink legs, it had.' His face went blank as his ears digested what they had just heard his lips say.Five seconds later they were out of the room, leaving behind four prone guards and the harem ladies themselves, who settled down for a bit of story-telling. The desert rimwards of Al Khali is bisected by the river Tsort, famed in myth and lies, which insinuates its way through the brown landscapes like a long damp descriptive passage punctuated with sandbanks. And every sandbank is covered with sunbaked logs, and most
The Luggage paddled gently down the stream. The

Thomas Kinkade Julianne's cottage

2009-04-09T01:32:00.000-07:00

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white fire that flared and vanished with a 'pop'.
He waited, his eyes watering with blue after-images, but if the staff was still there it didn't seem to be inclined to take , but now any wizard could conjure up meals beyond mere culinary skill. The big copper pans hung neglected on the wall, their sheen already tarnishing, and the kitchen ranges under the giant chimney arch were filled with nothing but chilly ash ...
The staff lay across the back door like a bar. It spun up as Spelter tottered towards it and hung, radiating quiet malevolence, a few feet away. Then, quite smoothly, it began to glide towards him.
He backed away, his feet slipping on the greasy stones. A thump across advantage of him. When vision returned he felt he could make out an even darker shadow on his left. The stairway down to the kitchens.He darted for it, leaping down the unseen steps and landing heavily and unexpectedly on uneven flags. A little moonlight filtered through a grating in the distance and somewhere up there, he knew, was a doorway into the outside world.Staggering a little, his ankles aching, the noise of his own breath booming in his ears as though he'd stuck his entire head in a seashell, Spelter set off across the endless dark desert of the floor.Things clanked underfoot. There were no rats here now, of course, but the kitchen had fallen into disuse lately - the University's cooks had been the best in the world

Gustav Klimt The Beethoven Frieze

2009-04-08T00:06:00.000-07:00

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SOURCERERS MAKE THEIR OWN DESTINY. THEY TOUCH THE EARTH LIGHTLY.
Ipslore leaned on the staff, drumming on it with his fingers, apparently lost in the maze of his own thoughts. His left eyebrow,' he snarled. 'And I say that my son shall go to Unseen University and wear the Archchancellor's hat and the wizards of the world shall bow to him! And he shall show them what lies in their deepest hearts. Their craven, greedy hearts. He'll show twitched.'No,' he said, softly, 'no. I will make his destiny for him.'I ADVISE AGAINST IT.'Be quiet! And listen when I tell you that they drove me out, with their books and their rituals and their Lore! They called themselves wizards, and they had less magic in their whole fat bodies than I have in my little finger! Banished! Me! For showing that I was human! And what would humans be without love?'RARE, said Death. NEVERTHELESS'Listen! They drove us here, to the ends of the world, and that killed her! They tried to take my staff away!' Ipslore was screaming above the noise of the wind.'Well, I still have some power left

Frida Kahlo Me and My Parrots

2009-04-07T01:02:00.000-07:00

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feeling that on the whole everything could have been much worse, Windle Poons died.
Somewhere in the night, Reg Shoe looked both ways, took a furtive paintbrush and small pot of paint from inside his jacket, and painted on a handy wall: Inside Every Living Person is a Dead Person Waiting to Get Out... And then it .
Beyond, to the mountains, was unformed land - it would bear weight, it had an existence of sorts, but there had never been any reason to define it further.
Until now, anyway.
Albert came up behind him, a few dark bees still buzzing around his head.
‘What are you doing, master?’ he said.
REMEMBERING.
‘Ah?’was all over. The end.Death stood at the window of his dark study, looking out on to his garden. Nothing moved in that still domain. Dark lilies bloomed by the trout pool, where little plaster skeleton gnomes fished. There were distant mountains. It was his own world. It appeared on no map.But now, somehow, it lacked something.Death selected a scythe from the rack in the huge hall. He strode past the huge clock without hands and went outside. He stalked through the black orchard, where Albert was busy about the beehives, and on until he climbed a small mound on the edge of the garden

Claude Monet Water-Lilies 1917

2009-04-06T00:43:00.000-07:00

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don’t think anyone should even think about trying to manage the stairs,’ said Windle. ‘Look at them.’
The moving stairs weren’t. The black steps glistened in the shadowless light.
‘I see ‘The ones that can walk’ll walk, and the ones that can’t walk’ll get pushed. Come on, grandad.’ This was to the Bursar, who was persuaded to flop across the trolley. He said ‘yo’, faintly, and shut his eyes again. The Dean was manhandled on top of him.’what you mean,’ said Ludmilla. ‘I ‘d rather try and walk on quicksand.’‘It’d probably be safer,’ said Windle.‘Maybe there’s a ramp? There must be some way for the trolleys to get around.’‘Good idea.’Ludmilla eyed the trolleys. They were milling around aimlessly.’I think I might have an even better one . . .’ she said, and grabbed a passing handle. The trolley fought for a moment and then, lacking any contrary instructions, settled down docilely.

Thomas Kinkade Boston

2009-04-03T00:38:00.000-07:00

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Mrs Cake, who looked as though she was reading a distant script, nodded.
‘One of them things, yeah . . . see, sometimes it just happens a little bit, and you get ghosts, because the life is not in the body any more but it hasn’t gone . . . and you get less of it in the winter, because it sort of drains away, and itto their breathless accounts of the search for the elementary particles of magic itself. This may one day turn out to be a major error on the part of the senior wizards, especially if they do let the younger wizards build whatever that blasted thing is they keep wanting to build in the squash court. The senior wizards know that the proper purpose of magic is to form a social pyramid with the wizards on top of it,
comes back in the spring . . . and some things concentrate it . . .’Modo the University gardener hummed a little tune as he wheeled the strange trolley into his private little area between the Library and the High Energy Magic * building, with a load of weeds bound for composthood. l The only building on the campus less than a thousand years old. The senior wizards have never bothered much about what the younger, skinnier and more bespectacled wizards get up to in there, treating their endless requests for funding for thaumic particle accelerators and radiation shielding as one treats pleas for more pocket money, and listening with amusement

Leonardo da Vinci Female Head

2009-04-02T00:31:00.000-07:00

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shoal of cutlery, like silvery minnows in mid-air, flashed past the Archchancellor and dived away down a corridor. The place seemed to be in the grip of a selective and tidy-minded hurricane.
Other very surreptitiously to adopt positions that left their hands free.
‘What good are they?’ said the Senior Wrangler.
There was a noticeable drop in metaphorical temperature.
A carpet undulated past.
The Archchancellor met the gaze of the enormous Chief Priest of Blind Io who, as senior priest of the senior god in the Discworld’s rambling pantheon, was the nearest thing Ankh-Morpork had to a spokesman on religious affairs. ‘Credulous fools,’ muttered the Senior Wrangler.people had already arrived. They included a group dressed very like the wizards in many ways, although there were important differences to the trained eye.‘Priests?’ said the Dean.’Here? Before us?’The two groups began

Andy Warhol Oxidation

2009-04-02T00:25:00.000-07:00

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who’d throw in a second pair of pants for a seven dollar suit,’ said Ridcully.
‘Oh, ‘ said the and rustling and the occasional croak. Eventually he produced a dark blue glass cube. It had a dial on the front. ‘You carry one of them around in your pocket?’ said the Dean.’A valuable instrument like that?’
‘What the hell is it?’ said Ridcully.
‘Amazingly sensitive magical measuring device,’ said the Dean.’Measures the density of a magical field. A thaumometer.’Dean.‘If it comes past again, try to trip it up so’s I can have a look at the label.’ A bedsheet squeezed through an upper window and flapped away across the rooftops.‘Y’know,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, trying to keep his voice calm and relaxed, ‘I don’t think this is magic. It doesn’t feel like magic.’ The Senior Wrangler fished in one of the deep pockets of his robe. There was a muffled clanking

Jean Beraud Jeune femme traversant le boulevard

2009-04-01T00:14:00.000-07:00

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suit was clean and borrow quite large sums of money from your friends. He was one hundred and thirty. It occurred to him that for most of his life he’d been an old man. Didn’t seem fair, really.
And no-one anyone used tinder boxes these days. They bought the big smelly yellow matches the alchemists made. Windle disapproved. Fire was important. You shouldn’t be able to switch it on just like that, it didn’t show any respect. That was people these days, always rushing around and . . . fires. Yes, it had been a lot warmer in the old days, too.
The kind of fires they had these days didn’t warm you up unless you were had said anything. He’d mentioned it in the Uncommon Room last week, and no-one had taken the hint. And at lunch today they’d hardly spoken to him. Even his old so-called friends seemed to be avoiding him, and he wasn’t even trying to borrow money.It was like not having your birthday remembered, only worse.He was going to die all alone, and no-one cared.He bumped the door open with the wheel of the chair and fumbled on the table by the door for the tinder box.That was another thing. Hardly

Thomas Kinkade The Rose Garden

2009-03-31T00:27:00.000-07:00

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Snow glittered on the rimward outriders of the Ramtop mountains, that great world‑spanning range which, where it curves around the Circle Sea, forms a natural wall between Klatch and the great flat Sto plains.
It was the home of rogue glaciers and prowling avalanches and high, silent fields of snow.
And yetis. Yetis are a high‑altitude species of troll, and quite unaware that eating people is out of fashion. Their view is: if it moves, eat it. If it doesn’t, then wait for it to move. And then eat it.
They’d been listening all day to the sounds. Echoes had bounced from peak to peak along the frozen ranges until, now‘Good and deep today,’ he said. ‘Nothing’s gonna move fast in this, right? We lie down in the snow, they won’t see us till they’re right on top of us, we panic ‘em, it’s Big Eats time.’ He waved his enormous paws in the air. ‘Very heavy, my cousin said. They’ll not move fast, you mark , it was a steady dull rumble.‘My cousin’, said one of them, idly probing a hollow tooth with a claw, ‘said they was enormous grey animals. Elephants.’‘Bigger’n us?’ said the other yeti.‘Nearly as bigger’n us,’ said the first yeti. ‘Loads of them, he said. More than he could count.’The second yeti sniffed the wind and appeared to consider this.‘Yeah, well,’ he said, gloomily. ‘Your cousin can’t count above one.’‘He said there was lots of big ones. Big fat grey elephants, all climbing, all roped together. Big and slow. All carrying lots of oograah.’Ah.The first yeti indicated the vast sloping snowfield.

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Ninos en el Mar

2009-03-30T00:19:00.001-07:00

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He’d lain awake all night thinking about this. Then, in the first light of dawn, he scratched a few designs on the but wall with a stick, and got to work. He had taken the opportunity to look at a few mousetraps while he was in the town, and they were definitely less than perfect. They hadn’t been built by hunters.
Now he picked up the twig and pushed it gently into the mechanism.
Snap.
Perfect.He said, ‘I didn’t know it was that good.’

According to the history books, the decisive battle that ended the Ankh‑Morpork Civil War was fought between two handfuls of bone‑weary men in a swamp early one misty morning and, although one side claimed victory, ended with a practical score of Humans 0, ravens 1Now, all he had to do was take it into N’kouf and see if the merchantThe rain was very loud indeed. In fact, it sounded more likeWhen Banana woke up he was lying in the ruins of his but and they were in a half‑mile wide swathe of trodden mud.He looked muzzily at what remained of his home. He looked at the brown scar that stretched from horizon to horizon. He looked at the dark, muddy cloud just visible at one end of it.Then he looked down. The better mousetrap was now a rather nice two‑dimensional design, squashed into the middle of an enormous footprint.

Joseph Mallord William Turner Caernarvon Castle

2009-03-27T00:16:00.000-07:00

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whumm . . . whummWHUMM.
The Bursar held his breath.
Plib.
Plib..
Plib.
The Archchancellor peered at the hourglass on the mantelpiece. ‘It’s doin’ it every five minutes now,’ he said.
‘And it’s Over the page was a diagram. The Bursar stared at it.
‘Found anything?’ said the Archchancellor, without looking up.
The Bursar shoved the paper up the sleeve of his robe.
‘Nothing important,’ he said. Down below, the surf boomed on the beach. ( . . . and below the surface, the lobsters walked backwards along the deep, drowned streets . . . ) up to three shots,’ said the Bursar. ‘I’ll have to order some more sandbags.’ He flicked through a heap of paper. A word caught his eye. Reality. He glanced at the handwriting that flowed across the page. It had a very small, cramped, deliberate look. Someone had told him that this was because Numbers Riktor had been an anal retentive. The Bursar didn’t know what that meant, and hoped never to find out. Another word was: Measurement. His gaze drifted upwards, and took in the underlined title: Some Notes on the Objective Measurement of Reality.

Gustav Klimt Pear Tree

2009-03-26T00:28:00.000-07:00

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More dynamic, I fought,’ said the prospective Flint.
Victor heard himself say: ‘Or Rock. Rock’s a nice name.’
The troll stared at him, its lips moving soundlessly as it tried out the alias.
‘Cor,’ he said. ‘Never fought of that. Rock. I like that. I reckon I’d be due more’n three dollars a day, with a name like Rock.’
‘Can we make a start?’ said Dibbler sternly. ‘Maybe we’ll be able to afford more trolls if this is a patiently. ‘The trolls rush out from behind the rocks, and you valiantly defend yourself.’
‘But I don’t know how to fight trolls!’ Victor wailed.
‘Tell you what,’ said the newly-christened Rock. ‘You parry first, and we’ll sort of arrange not to hit you.’
Light dawned. successful click, but it won’t be if we go over budget, which means we ought to wrap it up by lunchtime. Now, Morry and Galena–’ ‘Rock,’ corrected Rock. ‘Really? Anyway, you two rush out and attack Victor, OK. Right . . . turn it . . . ‘ The handleman turned the handle of the picture box. There was a faint clicking noise and a chorus of small yelps from the demons. Victor stood looking helpful and alert. ‘That means you start,’ said Silverfish
‘You mean it’s all pretending?’ said Victor.

Jean Fragonard The Love Letter

2009-03-25T20:54:00.000-07:00

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occasionally where the walls of the worlds have worn a bit thin, they can leak in.
And reality leaks out.
The effect is like one of those deep-sea geysers of hot water, around which strange submarine creatures find enough warmth and food to make a brief, tiny oasis of existence in an environment where there shouldn’t be any and the gale became nothing more than a faint breeze.
It blew sand over the long-dead remains of afire.
Further down the slope, near a hole that was now big enough for, say, a badger, a small rock dislodged itself and rolled away.

A month went by quickly. It didn’t want to hang around.
existence at all. The idea of Holy Wood leaked innocently and joyfully into the Discworld. And reality leaked out. And was found. For there are Things outside, whose ability to sniff out tiny frail conglomerations of reality made the thing with the sharks and the trace of blood seem very boring indeed. They began to gather. A storm slid in across the sand dunes but, where it reached the low hill, the clouds seemed to curve away. Only a few drops of rain hit the parched soil,

Henri Matisse Red Fish

2009-03-24T01:15:00.000-07:00

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that we hold dear, you will cast adrift in time. Uncertain. Without guidance. Changeable.'
'Then it can take its chances,' said Teppicymon. 'Stand aside, Dios.'
Dios
The pyramid pulsed under Teppic, and the marble was as slippery as ice. The inward slope wasn't the help he had expected.
The thing, he told himself, is not to look up or down, but straight ahead, into the marble, parcelling the impossible height into manageable sections. Just like time. That's how we survive infinity - we kill it by breaking it up into small bits.held up his staff. The snake around it uncoiled and hissed at the king. 'Be still,' said Dios. Dark lightning crackled between the ancestors. Dios stared at the staff in astonishment; it had never done this before. But seven thousand years of his priests had believed, in their hearts, that the staff of Dios could rule this world and the next. In the sudden silence there was the faint chink, high up, of a knife being wedged between two black marble slabs.

Andy Warhol Camouflage green yellow white

2009-03-23T00:44:00.000-07:00

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'You're absolutely right,' he said. 'I never thought about it. Where I come from it rains nearly every day. I'm sorry.'
Ptraci's brows furrowed. 'Who reigns nearly every day?' she said.
'No, I mean rain. You know. Very thin water coming out of the sky?'
'What a silly idea. Where do you come from?'
Teppic looked , and was gone. He tried a few times more, and couldn't see it again.
If I hacked the rocks away? No, he thought, that's silly. It's a line. You can't get into a line. A line has no thickness. Well known fact of geometry.
He heard Ptraci come up behind him, and the next moment her hands were on his neck. For a second he wondered how she knew the Catharti Death Grip, and then her fingers were gently massaging his muscles, stresses melting under their expert caress like fat under a hot knife. He shivered as the tension relaxed.
'That's nice,' he said.miserable. 'Where I come from is Ankh-Morpork. Where I started from is here.' He stared down the track. From here, if you knew what you were looking for, you could just see a faint crack running across the rocks. It climbed the cliffs on either side, a new vertical fault the thickness of a line that just happened to contain a complete river kingdom and 7,000 years of history. He'd hated every minute of his time there. And now it had shut him out. And now, because he couldn't, he wanted to go back. He wandered down to it and put his hand over one eye. If you jerked your head just right . . . It flashed past his vision briefly

Jack Vettriano The Missing Man I

2009-03-20T01:33:00.000-07:00

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rope, but only assassins of the third grade may use it as one of the three options, sir.'
'You are sure of that, are you?'
'Sir.'
'You wouldn't like to reconsider?' You could have used the examiner's voice to grease a wagon.
'Sir, no, sir.'
'Very well.' Teppic relaxed. The back of his tunic was sticking to him, chilly with sweat.
'Now, I the Guild's widows and orphans fund, or it would be retrieved from his dead body. The bond looked a bit dog-eared, but he couldn't see any bloodstains on it.
He checked his knives, adjusted his swordbelt, glanced behind him, and set off at a gentle trot.
At least this was a bit of luck. The student lore said there were only half a dozen routes used during the testwant you to proceed at your own pace towards the Street of Book-keepers,' said Mericet evenly, 'obeying all signs and so forth. I will meet you in the room under the gong tower at the junction with Audit Alley. And - take this, if you please.' He handed Teppic a small envelope. Teppic handed over a receipt. Then Mericet stepped into the pool of shade beside a chimney pot, and disappeared. So much for the ceremony. Teppic took a few deep breaths and tipped the envelope's contents into his hand. It was a Guild bond for ten thousand Ankh-Morpork dollars, made out to 'Bearer'. It was an impressive document, surmounted with the Guild seal of the double-cross and the cloaked dagger. Well, no going back now. He'd taken the money. Either he'd survive, in which case of course he'd traditionally donate the money to

Thomas Kinkade CHRISTMAS AT THE AHWAHNEE

2009-03-18T23:11:00.000-07:00

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She looked at the ghost of the king. Well, he'd been no worse than any other king. Oh, he might burn down the odd cottage every now and again, in a sort of absent-minded way, but only when he was really angry about something, and he could give it up any time he liked. Where he wounded the world, he left the kind of wounds that put babbies in a cauldron!'
Granny grabbed her shawl as she tried to stand up.
'Don't do anything!' she hissed. 'It'll make things worse.'
' "Ditch-delivered by adrabe", they said. That'll be young Millie Hipwood, who didn't dare tell her mum and then went out gathering firewood. I was up all night with that one,' Nanny muttered. 'Fine girl she produced. It's a slander! What's a drabe?' she added.
'Words,' said Granny, half to herself. 'That's all that's left. Words.'healed.Whoever wrote this Theatre knew about the uses of magic. Even I believe what's happening, and I know there's no truth in it.This is Art holding a Mirror up to Life. That's why everything is exactly the wrong way round.We've lost. There is nothing we can do against this without becoming exactly what we aren't.Nanny Ogg gave her a violent nudge in the ribs.'Did you hear that?' she said. 'One of 'em said we put babbies in the cauldron! They've done a slander on me! I'm not sitting here and have 'em say we

Thomas Kinkade Julianne's cottage

2009-03-17T22:28:00.000-07:00

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pints of your finest ale, landlord,' he said, in tones so carefully judged that the barman was astonished to find himself ?' he said.
The barman pushed the mugs across the puddled counter.
'Here you are,' he said, leering. 'One pint. And one half pint.'obediently filling the first mug before the echoes had died away.Hwel looked up. There was an extremely big man on his right, wearing the outside of several large bulls and more chains than necessary to moor a warship. A face that looked like a building site with hair on it glared down at him.'Bloody hell,' it said. 'It's a bloody lawn ornament.'Hwel went cold. Cosmopolitan as they were, the people of Morpork had a breezy, no-nonsense approach to the non-human races, i.e., hit them over the head with a brick and throw them in the river. This did not apply to trolls, naturally, because it is very difficult to be racially prejudiced against creatures seven feet tall who can bite through walls, at least for very long. But people three feet high were absolutely designed to be discriminated against.The giant prodded Hwel on the top of his head.'Where's your fishing rod, lawn ornament

Gustav Klimt Sea Serpents

2009-03-16T23:06:00.000-07:00

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The Fool's mind was also working hard. He was beginning to panic.
Magrat shunned the traditional pointed hat, as worn by the older witches, but she still held to one of the most iundamental rules of witchcraft. It's not much use being a witch unless you look like one. In her case this meant She felt an overpowering urge to curse. She knew a great many curses. Goodie Whemper had been really imaginative in that department; even the creatures of the forest used to go past her cottage at a dead run.
She couldn't find a single one that fully expressed her feelings.
'Oh, bugger,' she said.lots of silver jewellery with octograms, bats, spiders, dragons and other symbols of everyday mysticism; Magrat would have painted her fingernails black, except that she didn't think she would be able to face Granny's withering scorn.It was dawning on the Fool that he had surprised a witch.'Whoops,' he said, and turned to run for it.'Don't—' Magrat began, but the Fool was already pounding down the forest path that led back to the castle.Magrat stood and stared at the wilting posy in her hands. She ran her fingers through her hair and a shower of wilted petals fell out.She felt that an important moment had been allowed to slip out of her grasp as fast as a greased pig in a narrow passageway.

Henri Rousseau The Boat in the Storm

2009-03-15T22:25:00.001-07:00

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maysherestinpeace, she used to take me over to Razorback or into Lancre whenever the strolling players were in town. She was very keen on the theatre. They've got more crowns than you can shake a stick at although, mind—' she paused – 'Goodie did say they're made of tin and paper and stuff. And just glass for the jewels. But they look more realler than this one. Do you think that's strange?'
'I think so.'
'And they stroll around the country, you say?' said Granny thoughtfully, looking towards the scullery door.
'All over the place. There's a troupe in Lancre now, I heard. I haven't been because, you know.' Magrat looked down. ' 'Tis not right, a woman going into such places by herself.''Things that try to look like things often do look more like things than things. Well-known fact,' said Granny. 'But I don't hold with encouraging it. What do they stroll about playing, then, in these crowns?''You don't know about the theatre?' said Magrat.Granny Weatherwax, who never declared her ignorance of anything, didn't hesitate. 'Oh, yes,' she said. 'It's one of them style of things, then, is it?''Goodie Whemper said it held a mirror up to life,' said Magrat. 'She said it always cheered her up.''I expect it would,' said Granny, striking out. 'Played properly, at any rate. Good people, are they, these theatre players?'

Thomas Kinkade Silent Night

2009-03-12T23:50:00.000-07:00

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right,' he said. There is one spell. It slows down time over a little area. I'll write it down, but you'll have to find a wizard to say it.'
'I can do that.'
Albert ran a tongue like an old loofah over his dry lips.
There is a price, though,' he added. 'You must complete the Duty first.'
'Ysabell?' said Mort. She looked at the page in front of her.
'He means it,' she said. 'If you don't then everything will go wrong and he'll drop back into Time anyway.'
All three of them turned to look at the great clock that dominated the hallway. Its pendulum blade sawed slowly on the back of a Great A'Tuin cast in bronze and more than a metre long. The great rivers were represented by veins of jade, the deserts by powdered diamond and the most notable cities were picked outhrough the air, cutting time into little pieces.Mort groaned.'There isn't enough time!' he groaned. 'I can't do both of them in time!''The master would have found time,' observed Albert.Mort wrenched the blade from the doorway and shook it furiously but ineffectually towards Albert, who flinched.'Write down the spell, then,' he shouted. 'And do it fast!'He turned on his heel and stalked back into Death's study. There was a large disc of the world in one corner, complete down to solid silver elephants standing t in precious stones; Ankh-Morpork, for instance, was a carbuncle.
He plonked the two glasses down at the approximate locations of their owners and flopped down in Death's

Thomas Kinkade The Hour of Prayer

2009-03-12T00:47:00.000-07:00

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pale round face towards Mort.
'I won't hear a word against him. He tries to do his best. It's just that he's always got so much to think about.'
'My father was a bit like hoping that this was approximately the right tone to adopt.
'Yes.'
She scooped a handful of gravel from the path and began to flick it absent-mindedly into the pool.
'Are my eyebrows that bad?' she said.
'Um,' said Mort, 'afraid so.'hoping that this was approximately the right tone to adopt.
'Yes.'
She scooped a handful of gravel from the path and began to flick it absent-mindedly into the pool.
'Are my eyebrows that bad?' she said.
'Um,' said Mort, 'afraid so.'lawn.
'At least I walk as if my legs only had one knee each,' she said.
'My eyes aren't two juugly poached eggs.'
Ysabell nodded. 'On the other hand, my ears don't look like something growing on a dead tree. What does juugly mean?'

Claude Monet Water Lilies 1903

2009-03-11T23:26:00.000-07:00

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There had been a sound like someone making no noise at all. Forget peas and mattresses – sheer natural selection had established over the years that the royal families that survived longest were those whose members could could have provided cover for an army.
The knife had dropped down behind the bedhead. She probably wouldn't have used it properly anyway.
Screaming for the guards, she decided, was not a good idea. If there was anyone in the room then the guards must have been overpowered, or at least stunned by a large sum of money.
There was a warming pan on the flagstones by the fire. Would it make a weapon?
There was a faint metallic sound.distinguish an assassin in the dark by the noise he was clever enough not to make, because, in court circles, there was always someone ready to cut the heir with a knife.She lay in bed, wondering what to do next. There was a dagger under her pillow. She started to slide one hand up the sheets, while peering around the room with half-closed eyes in search of unfamiliar shadows. She was well aware that if she indicated in any way that she was not asleep she would never wake up again.Some light came into the room from the big window at the far end, but the suits of armour, tapestries and assorted paraphernalia that littered the room

Michael Austin Red Dress

2009-03-11T00:19:00.001-07:00

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, I don't see what this has to do with the secrets of time and space.'
Death did not look up from his book.
thought, I've done nearly a quarter, let's call it a third, so when I've done that corner by the hayrack it'll be more than half, call it five-eighths, which means three more wheelbarrow loads. . . . It doesn't prove anything very much except that the awesome splendour of the universe is much easier to deal with if you think of it as a series of small chunks.THAT, he said, is BECAUSE YOU ARE HERE TO LEARN. It is a fact that although the Death of the Discworld is, in his own words, an ANTHROPOMORPHIC PERSONIFICATION, he long ago gave up using the traditional skeletal horses, because of the bother of having to stop all the time to wire bits back on. Now his horses were always flesh-and-blood beasts, from the finest stock.And, Mort learned, very well fed.Some jobs offer increments. This one offered – well, quite the reverse, but at least it was in the warm and fairly easy to get the hang of. After a while he got into the rhythm of it, and started playing the private little quantity-plays in these circumstances. Let's see, he

Edward Hopper Cape Cod Morning

2009-03-09T23:02:00.001-07:00

Edward Hopper Cape Cod MorningAmedeo Modigliani the Reclining NudeAlphonse Maria Mucha Summer
tube face of the librarian. He put his finger to his lips in an unmistakable gesture and tugged gently at her hand.
"I've killed him!" she whispered.
The librarian shook his head, and tugged insistently.
"Ook," he explained, "Ook."
He dragged her reluctantly down a side alley-way in the maze of ancient shelving a few seconds before a party of senior wizards, drawn by the noise, rounded the corner.
"The to see if they were right."
"You two, get him along to the infirmary. The rest of you better get these books rounded up. Where's the damn librarian? He ought to know better than to let a Critical Mass build up."
Esk glanced sideways at the orang-outan, who waggled his eyebrows at her. He pulled a dusty volume of out of the shelves beside him, extracted a soft brown banana from the recess behind it, and ate it with the quiet relish of one who knows that whatever the problems are, they belong firmly to human beings.books have been fighting again . . . ." "Oh, no! It'll take ages to capture all the spells again, you know they go and find places to hide . . . ." "Who's that on the floor?" There was a pause. "He's knocked out. A shelf caught him, by the looks of it." "Who is he?" "That new lad. You know; the one they say has got a whole head full of brains?" "If that shelf had been a bit closer we'd be able

Paul Cezanne Mount Sainte Victoire

2009-03-09T01:30:00.000-07:00

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Well, mainly I'm just guessing," said Hilts, sitting back and reaching for the teapot /the lead drummer, who had climbed halfway back, fell on to the toiling cymbalists/. She looked carefully at Esk and added, "A female wizard, eh?"
"Granny is taking me to Unseen University," said Esk.
Hilta Sea," Hilta added. Granny's look of polite enquiry persisted. "Five hundred miles away," said Hilta.
"Oh," said Granny.
She stood up and brushed an imaginary speck of dust off her dress.
"We'd better be going, then," she added.
Hilta laughed. Esk quite liked the sound. Granny never laughed, she merely let the corners of her mouth turn up, but Hilta laughed like someone who had thought hard about life and had seen the joke.
"Start tomorrow, anyway," she said. "I've got room at Home, you can stay with me, and tomorrow you'll have the light."raised her eyebrows. "Do you know where it is?" Granny frowned. "Not in so many words," she admitted. "I was hoping you could give me more explicit directions, you being more familiar with bricks and things." "They say it has many doors, but the ones in this world are in the city of Ankh-Morpork," said Hilta. Granny looked blank. "On the Circle

Paul Klee Insula Dulcamara

2009-03-05T23:22:00.000-08:00

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I would like it to be clearly understood that this book is not wacky. Only dumb redheads in fifties' sitcoms are wacky.

No, it's not zany, either.
a story about magic and where it goes and perhaps more importantly where it comes from and why, although it doesn't pretend to answer all or any of these questions.
It may, a turtle, ten thousand miles long. It is Great A'Tuin, one of the rare astrochelonians from a universe where things are less as they are and more like people imagine them to be, and it carries on its meteor-pocked shell four giant elephants who bear on their enormous shoulders the great round wheel of the Discworld.
As the viewpoint swings around, the whole of the world can be seen by the light of its tiny orbiting sunhowever, help to explain why Gandalf never got married and why Merlin was a man. Because this is also a story about sex, although probably not in the athletic, tumbling, count-the-legs-and-divide-by-two sense unless the characters get totally beyond the author's control. They might. However, it is primarily a story about a world. Here it comes now. Watch closely, the special effects are quite expensive. A bass note sounds. It is a deep, vibrating chord that hints that the brass section may break in at any moment with a fanfare for the cosmos, because the scene is the blackness of deep space with a few stars glittering like the dandruff on the shoulders of God. Then it comes into view overhead, bigger than the biggest, most unpleasantly armed starcruiser in the imagination of a three-ring film-maker:

Pino LONG STEMMED LOVELIES

2009-03-05T00:04:00.000-08:00

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Rincewind opened his eyes and lay for a moment looking up at the stuffed reptile. It was not the best thing to see when awakening from troubled dreams . . .
Magic! So that's what it felt like! No wonder wizards didn't have much truck with sex!
Rincewind knew what orgasms were, of course, he'd had a few in his time, sometimes even in company, but nothing in his experience even approximated to that tight, hot moment when every nerve in his body streamed'I hope it sells knives because I think I'd like to cut my head off,' said Rincewind. Something about the expression of the two opposite him sobered him up.
'That was a joke,' he said. 'Mainly a joke, anyway. Why are we in this shop?'
'We can't get out,' said Bethan. with blue-white fire and raw magic had blazed forth from his fingers. It filled you and lifted you and you surfed down the rising, curling wave of elemental force. No wonder wizards fought for power . . .And so on. The Spell in his head had been doing it, though, not Rincewind. He was really beginning to hate that Spell. He was sure that if it hadn't frightened away all the other spells he'd tried to learn he could have been a decent wizard in his own right. 'Somewhere in Rincewind's battered soul the worm of rebellion flashed a fang.Right, he thought. You're going back into the Octavo, first chance I get.He sat up.'Where the hell is this?' he said, grabbing his head to stop it exploding.'A shop,' said Twoflower mournfully.

Paul Klee Red Ballon

2009-03-03T21:59:00.000-08:00

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'You've set a tracker?'
'In a manner of speaking.'
'A hero?' Wert managed to pack a lot of meaning into the one word. In such a tone of voice, in another universe, would a Southerner say 'damnyankee'.
The wizards looked at Trymon, open-mouthed.
'Yes,' he said calmly.
'On whose authority?' demanded Wert. Trymon turned his grey eyes on him.
'Mine. I needed no other.'
'It's – it's highly irregular! Since when have wizards needed to hire heroes to do their work for them?'
'Ever since wizards found their magic wouldn't work,' said Trymon.
'A reply, that's a pretty good allegation coming from a bunch of wimpsoes who won't go near a woman on account, can you believe it, of their mystical power being sort of drained out. Right, say the wizards, that just about does it, you and your leather posing pouches. Oh yeah, say the heroes, why don't you . . .
And so on. This sort of thing has been going on for centuries, temporary setback, nothing more.'Trymon shrugged. 'Maybe,' he said, 'but we haven't the time to find out. Prove me wrong. Find Rincewind by scrying or talking to birds. But as for me, I know I'm meant to be wise. And wise men do what the times demand.'It is a well known fact that warriors and wizards do not get along, because one side considers the other side to be a collection of bloodthirsty idiots who can't walk and think at the same time, while the other side is naturally suspicious of a body of men who mumble a lot and wear long dresses. Oh, say the wizards, if we're going to be like that, then, what about all those studded collars and oiled muscles down at the Young Men's Pagan Association? To which the heroes

Louis Aston Knight A Riverside Cottage

2009-03-02T21:38:00.000-08:00

Louis Aston Knight A Riverside CottageAndrea Mantegna Madonna with Sleeping ChildAlbert Bierstadt California SpringAlbert Bierstadt The Mountain Brook
all in translucent misty white.
There was Great A'Tuin, and the four elephants, and the Disc itself. From this angle Galder couldn't see the surface very well, but he knew with cold certainty that it would be absolutely accurately modelled. He could, though, just but his voice refused to come out.
Gently, but with the unstoppable force of an explosion, the shape expanded.
He watched in horror, and then in astonishment, as it passed through him as lightly as a thought. He held out a hand and watched the pale ghosts of rock strata stream through his fingers in busy silence.
Great A'Tuin had already sunk peacefully below floor level, larger than a house.make out a miniature replica of Cori Celesti, upon whose utter peak the world's quarrelsome and somewhat bourgeois gods lived in a palace of marble, alabaster and uncut moquette three-piece suites they had chosen to call Dunmanifestin. It was always a considerable annoyance to any Disc citizen with pretensions to culture that they were ruled by gods whose idea of an uplifting artistic experience was a musical doorbell.The little embryo universe began to move slowly, tilting . . .Galder tried to shout,

John William Waterhouse Juliet

2009-03-01T22:31:00.000-08:00

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on either side. Tiny woods and fields blurred into a rushing patchwork. A brief silvery flash in the landscape may have started to bay. Their riders looked up. And something like a green blur flashed across the arena, and Hrun had gone. The winecup hung momentarily in the air, then crashed down on the steps. Only then did a single drop spill.
This was because, in the instant of enfolding Hrun gently in his claws, Ninereeds the dragon had momentarily synchronized their bodily rhythms. Since the dimension of the imagination is much more complex than those of time and space, which are very junior dimensions indeed, the effect of this was to instantly transform a stationary been the little river that overflowed into the air at the plateau's rim. Rincewind tried to force the memory out of his mind , but it was rather enjoying itself there, terrorizing the other occupants and kicking over the furniture. "I think not," said Liessa.Hrun took the wine cup, slowly. He grinned like a pumpkin.Around the arena the dragons

Leroy Neiman Lights of Broadway

2009-02-27T22:54:00.001-08:00

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roof. It had taken a score of masons a score of years to hammer the pitons for all those, hanging from their work as they progressed. Yet they were as nothing compared to the eighty-eight major rings that clustered near the , dragging their unfortunate manipulators with them.
But eighty-eight had been installed, huge as rainbows, rusty as blood. From them the dragons sense Liessa's presence. Air swishes around the cavern as eighty-eight pairs of wings unfold like a complicated puzzle. Great heads with green, multi-faceted eyes peer down at her. The beasts apex of the dome. A further fifty had been lost in the old days, as they were swung into place by teams of sweating slaves (and there had been slaves aplenty, in the first days of the Power) and the great rings had gone crashing into the depths

Thomas Kinkade A Holiday Gathering

2009-02-27T00:07:00.000-08:00

Thomas Kinkade A Holiday Gathering
Pino Purity
Vincent van Gogh Farmhouse in Provence
Vincent van Gogh Roses]
you’re serious about creating the habit of reading, what’s important is finding a time you can read every single .
In forming habits, you want to be as consistent as possible. So mark an “x” on your calendar every day you do the habit, and try to keep your unbroken streak of “x”es going as long as possible (Jerry Seinfeld’s trick).
A habit is much easier to form if it’s something you enjoy, not day — often that’s early morning or late at night (or both). For others, it might be during their lunch break. You only need to read for 10-20 minutes a day to form the habit.Also find a place that’s comfortable, and read there every time. Make sure it has decent lighting, that the temperature is nice, that you’re in a good chair or couch or someplace that you can relax in without falling asleep (although there’s nothing wrong with sleep).Be sure to shut off distractions such as the TV, Internet, phones, Blackberry or iPhone, radio or other Let reading be a quiet tim

Pierre Auguste Renoir After The Bath 1888

2009-02-27T00:04:00.000-08:00

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acceptable limits for carbon dioxide is a judgment call.
"That's really a political decision because there's more at issue than just the science. It's the issue of what the science says, plus what's feasible politically, plus what's reasonable economically to do," Oppenheimer says.I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.” - Jorge Luis Borges
Post written by Leo Babauta. Follow me on Twitter.
A teen-ager wrote to me the other day, asking how he could build the habit of reading — he spends too much time on Facebook and playing video games.
The short answer: read amazing, fun, exciting, lovely books that you just can’t put down!
I’ve been a life ong reader, so the pleasure of a good book is one of my favorite things in the world. I love to lose myself in the world
But despite this grim prognosis, Solomon says this is not time to declare the problem hopeless and give up.
"I guess if it's irreversible, to me it seems all the more reason you might want to do something about it," she says. "Because committing to something that you can't back out of seems to me like a step that you'd want to take even more carefully than something you thought you could reverse."

Jack Vettriano Bluebird

2009-02-26T23:54:00.000-08:00

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Sure: you could get your sweetheart some totally awesome gadget -- our pages have numberless examples of all the finest that tech has to offer. But did it ever cross your mind that maybe -- just maybe -- what your If that's a little too "tech savvy" (or expensive) for your lover, well, you can always go the gag-gift / slightly offensive route, and get him / her the Kiss-o-Meter, which is essentially a breathalyzer for your... breath, meaning it rates your breath, kindly letting you or your companion if you're ready for a smooch. These lovely little devices are available for $30 at your local Urban Outfitters.beloved actually wants is... something light-hearted (preferably heart-shaped)? Go ahead and bite the bullet this year, get him / her something cute: we promise, your sensitivity will be rewarded with um... eternal love. Need suggestions? Sure, why not try the bedazzling, Swarovski-encrusted Crystal Heart Mouse. This puppy comes in three lovey-dovey flavors, each of which is $79.99 -- a triflingly small price to pay

Edward Hopper Tables for Ladies

2009-02-26T19:52:00.000-08:00

Edward Hopper Tables for LadiesEdward Hopper Sunlight in a CafeteriaEdward Hopper Summer InteriorEdward Hopper Sailing
than the outside. And why all these strange lights? They were eight-sided crystals set at regular intervals in the walls and ceiling, and they shed a rather unpleasant glow that didn't so much illuminate as outline the darkness. And whoever had done those carvings on the wall, Twoflower thought charitably, had probably been drinking too much. For years.
On the other hand, it was certainly a fascinating building. Its builders had been obsessed with the number eight. The floor was a continuous mosaic of eight-sided tiles, the corridor walls and ceilings were angled to give the Twoflower looked at him sternly. "What things?"
The demon coughed nervously (demons do not breathe, however, every intelligent being, whether it breathes or not, coughs nervously at some time corridors eight sides if the walls and ceilings were counted and, in those places where part of the masonry had fallen in Twoflower noticed that even the stones themselves had eight sides."I don't like it," said the picture imp, from his box around Twoflower's neck."Why not?" inquired Twoflower."It's weird.""But you're a demon. Demons can't call things weird. I mean, what's weird to a demon?""Oh, you know," said the demon cautiously, glancing around nervously and shifting from claw to claw. "Things. Stuff."

Guido Reni Reni Charity

2009-02-25T21:46:00.000-08:00

Guido Reni Reni CharityFrancois Boucher The Setting of the SunFrancois Boucher The Rest on the Flight into EgyptFrancois Boucher The Rape of Europa
I’ve never really thought about it. I suppose it must be one of the risks of the job."
Twoflower regarded him thoughtfully.
"I might be able to help there." he said. "Risks are my , this food is a bit greasy, isn't it?"
"You did say you wanted to try some typical Morporkean food," said Rincewind. "What was that about risks?"
"Oh, I know. "That's a funny word. Wossit mean?"
"Well suppose you have a ship loaded with, say, gold bars. it might run into storms or be taken by pirates. You don't want that to happen, so you take out an ensewer-ants-polly-sea. I work out the odds of the cargo being lost, based on weather and piracy records for the last twenty years, then all about risks. They're my that's what you said. I didn't believe it the first time either.""Oh, I don't take risks. About the most exciting thing that happened to me was knocking some ink over. I assess risks. Day after day. Do you know what the odds are against a house catching fire in the Red Triangle district of des Pelargic? Five hundred and thirty-eight to one. I calculated that," he added with a trace of pride."What-" Rincewind tried to suppress a burp- "what for? 'Scuse me." He helped himself to some more wine"For-" Twoflower paused. "I can't say it in Trob, I don't think the beTrobi have a word for it. In our language we call it-" he said a collection of outlandish syllables."Inn-sewer-ants," repeated Rincewind

Paul Klee Red Bridge

2009-02-24T23:17:00.000-08:00

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make it look like your idea that he's coming, and not his, they'll be really impressed. They'll think you're able to call him here from far away. They'll think you can do anything."
"Yes..." lofur had been alone on the ice as a young bear, on his first hunting expedition, and had come across a solitary bear. They had quarreled and fought, and lofur had killed him. This in itself
The great bear was helpless. Lyra found her power over him almost intoxicating, and if Pantalaimon hadn't nipped her hand sharply to remind her of the danger they were all in, she might have lost all her sense of proportion.
But she came to herself and stepped modestly back to watch and wait as the bears, under lofur's excited direction, prepared the combat ground for lorek Byrnison; and meanwhile lorek, knowing nothing about it, was hurrying ever

John Constable Salisbury Cathedral from the Meadows

2009-02-23T22:45:00.000-08:00

John Constable Salisbury Cathedral from the MeadowsJohn Constable Hadleigh CastleJohn Constable Flatford MillJohn William Waterhouse The Magic Circle
the basket as a tern. Roger's daemon came out to look, but crept back again soon, for Roger was fast asleep, as was lorek Byrnison. Only Lee Scoresby was awake, calmly chewing a thin cigar and watching his instruments.
"So, Lyra," said It was the first thing Lyra wanted to know.
"Yes, among other things. But you are tired now, and it will be a long flight. We'll talk when you wake up."
Lyra yawned. It was a jaw-cracking, lung-bursting yawn that lasted almost a minuteSerafina Pekkala. "Do you know why you're going to Lord Asriel?"Lyra was astonished. "To take him the alethiometer, of course!" she said.She had never considered the question; it was obvious. Then she recalled her first motive, from so long ago that she'd almost forgotten it."Or... To help him escape. That's it. We're going to help him get away."But as she said that, it sounded absurd. Escape from Svalbard? Impossible!"Try, anyway," she added stoutly. "Why?""I think there are things I need to tell you," said Serafina Pekkala."About Dust?"

Leroy Neiman Casino

2009-02-20T22:05:00.000-08:00

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were heading; but the snow was falling thickly, and the sky was dark, and presently she became too cold to peer out any longer, and lay down. She and Pantalaimon could feel each other's thoughts, and tried to keep calm, but the thought of John Faa dead...And what had happened to Farder Coram? And would lorek manage to kill the other Samoyeds? And would they ever manage to track her down?
For the first was hungry, and there was nourishment in it. After chewing it, she felt a little better. She slipped her hand slowly into her furs till she was sure the alethiometer was still there, and then carefully withdrew the spy-fly tin and slipped it down into her fur boot. Pantalaimon crept in as a mouse and pushed it as far down as he could, tucking it under the bottom of her reindeer-skin legging.
When that was done, she closed her eyes. Fear had made her exhausted, and soon she slipped uneasily into sleep.time, she began to feel a little sorry for herself.After a long time, the man shook her by the shoulder and handed her a strip of dried reindeer meat to chew. It was rank and tough, but she

Vincent van Gogh The Church in Auvers

2009-02-19T22:47:00.000-08:00

Vincent van Gogh The Church in AuversVincent van Gogh Still Life with Open BibleVincent van Gogh Red vineyards
Other worlds?" John Faa said. "Pardon me, sir, but what worlds would those be? Do you mean the stars?"
"Indeed no."
"Perhaps the aren't part of this universe at all; even the furthest stars are part of this universe, but the lights show us a different universe entirely. Not further away, but interpenetrating with this one. Here, on this deck, millions of other universes exist, unaware of one another...."
He raised his wings and spread them wide before folding them again.
"There," he said, "I have just brushed ten million other worlds, and world of spirits?" said Farder Coram."Nor that.""Is it the city in the lights?" said Lyra. "It is, en't it?"The goose turned his stately head toward her. His eyes were black, surrounded by a thin line of pure sky-blue, and their gaze was intense."Yes," he said. "Witches have known of the other worlds for thousands of years. You can see them sometimes in the Northern Lights. They

Thomas Kinkade bloomsbury cafe

2009-02-18T22:37:00.000-08:00

Thomas Kinkade bloomsbury cafeEdward Hopper The Martha McKeen of WellfleetEdward Hopper Rocks and Sea
Then it became clear: a little thing like a weathervane, with four sails black on one side and white on the other, that began to whirl around as the light struck it. It illustrated a moral lesson, the Intercessor explained, and went on to Coram and the other leaders, looking troubled.
John Faa spoke:
"Lyra, child, Farder Coram has told me about your reading of that instrument. And I'm sorry to say that poor Jacob has just died. I think we're going to haveexplain what that was. Five minutes later Lyra had forgotten the moral, but she hadn't forgotten the little whirling vanes in the ray of dusty light. They were delightful whatever they meant, and all done by the power of photons, said the Librarian as.So perhaps Pantalaimon was right. If elementary particles could push a photomill around, no doubt they could make light work of a needle; but it still troubled her."Lyra! Lyra!"It was Tony Costa, waving to her from the jetty."Come over here," he called. "You got to go and see John Faa at the Zaal. Run, gal, it's urgent."She found John Faa with Farder

Thomas Kinkade End of a Perfect Day III

2009-02-18T00:13:00.000-08:00

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Tell you what," said Tony, "I'll bring you back a walrus tooth, that's what I'll do."
Lyra scowled. For his part, Pantalaimon occupied himself by making monkey faces at Tony's daemon, who closed her tawny eyes in disdain. Lyra drifted to the jetty and hung about with her new companions, dangling lanterns on.
Beyond him Lyra could see the other men around the table, with bags of gold stacked neatly, and papers and pens, and glasses and a crock of jenniver.
"I want to come north," Lyra said so they could all hear it. "I want to come strings over the black water to attract the goggle-eyed fishes who swam slowly up to be lunged at with sharp sticks and missed.But her mind was on John Faa and the parley room, and before long she slipped away up the cobbles again to the Zaal. There was a light in the parley room window. It was too high to look through, but she could hear a low rumble of voices inside.So she walked up to the door and knocked on it firmly five times. The voices stopped, a chair scraped across the floor, and the door opened, spilling warm naphtha light out on the damp step."Yes?" said the man who'd opened it

Salvador Dali Dali at the Age of Six

2009-02-16T23:32:00.001-08:00

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involved. Nearly half the respondents in an October survey on the site Greenlight Community copped to hugging co-workers. But with the other half still greeting palm to palm, the consequences of a mismatched gesture can be painful--and not just because of the possible harassment suit. On the siteTHE ASS-OUT HUG Nothing touches below the shoulders. Reserved for the office, bad dates and references to Vince Vaughn
THE HIP-HOP HUG A.k.a. the man hug and the hetero hug. Shake with right hand and hug with left, two slaps on the back Miss(ed) Manners, etiquette blogger "Dave" recalled extending a hand to a client who simultaneously went for a hug. The unfortunate outcome? "I punched her right in the crotch."THE FULL FRONTAL Total body contact, heart-to-heart embrace and firm squeeze. For parents, children and good friends

Salvador Dali Dali at the Age of Six

2009-02-16T23:32:00.000-08:00

Caravaggio The Conversion on the Way to Damascus

2009-02-16T01:23:00.000-08:00

Caravaggio The Conversion on the Way to DamascusCaravaggio The AnnunciationCaravaggio Sleeping Cupid Dunno. They cut 'em in half, probably. I reckon they make slaves out of 'em. That'd be more use. They probably got mines up there. Uranium mines for atomcraft. I bet that's what it is. And if they sent grownups down the mine, they'd be dead, so they use kids instead because they cost less. That's what they've done with him."water into the little chipped basin, to the accompaniment of a great groaning and hammering from the pipes.
"The number of times you been told about going out there-Look at you! Just look at your skirt-it's filthy! Take it off at once and wash yourself while I look for something dece"I think-"But what Pantalaimon thought had to wait, because someone began to shout from below."Lyra! Lyra! You come in this instant!"There was a banging on the window frame. Lyra knew the voice and the impatience: it was Mrs. Lonsdale, the Housekeeper. There was no hiding from her.Tight-faced, Lyra slid down the roof and into the gutter, and then climbed in through the window again. Mrs. Lonsdale was running some nt

Pablo Picasso Accordionist

2009-02-15T19:20:00.001-08:00

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It's a good thing I didn't," she whispered back. "We wouldn't have seen the Master put poison in the wine otherwise. Pan, that was the Tokay he asked the Butler about! They're going to kill Lord Asriel!"
"You don't ," she said. "There's another robe or something here. I'll put that on the floor and make myself comfortable. I've just got to see what they do."
She had been crouching. She carefully stood up, feeling around for the clothes hangers in order not to make a noise, and found that the wardrobe was bigger than she'd thought. There were several academic robes and hoods, some with fur around them, most know it's poison.""Oh, of course it is. Don't you remember, he made the Butler leave the room before he did it? If it was innocent, it wouldn't have mattered the Butler seeing. And I know there's something going on-something political. The servants have been talking about it for days. Pan, we could prevent a murder!""I've never heard such nonsense," he said shortly. "How do you think you're going to keep still for four hours in this poky wardrobe? Let me go and look in the corridor. I'll tell you when it's clear."He fluttered from her shoulder, and she saw his little shadow appear in the crack of light."It's no good, Pan, I'm staying

Jose Royo Primavera

2009-02-12T23:28:00.000-08:00

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Lee pointed, and Grumman said, "My thoughts exactly, Mr. Scoresby."
His daemon, gliding and circling above, tipped her wings and sped to the ravine on a billowing updraft. The men didn't pausecomes naturally," said Grumman. "We have to learn everything we do. Sayan Kotor is telling me that the ravine leads to a pass. If we get there before they see us, we could escape yet."
The eagle swooped down again, and the men climbed higher. Hester preferred to find her own way over the rocks, so Lee followed where she led, avoiding the loose stones and moving as swiftly as he could over the larger rocks, making all the time for the little gulch.
, climbing on as quickly as they could, but Lee said, "Excuse me for asking this if it's impertinent, but I never knew anyone whose daemon could do that except witches. But you're no witch. Was that something you learned to do, or did it come natural?""For a human being, nothing

Joseph Mallord William Turner Caernarvon Castle

2009-02-12T00:45:00.001-08:00

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To get offline access, you first need to download and install a small program called Google Gears (except if you're using Google's Chrome browser, which comes with Gears built in). Then, after you enable Gmail's offline capability, the system will download two months of your most recent messages, which should take 30 minutes to an hour. Now you're good to go: When you're offline, type your browser, log in—yes, Gears enables you to log in even when you don't have a Web connection—and there's your e-mail. Though I work fromand rarely find myself away from a hot Wi-Fi connection, I shut off my router and parked myself on my couch for about an hour yesterday. I loaded up Gmail on my laptop, and it responded seamlessly—I could read, search through, and respond to any with just a few tens of thousands of messages, which for some people message I'd received during the last two months, all through the familiar Web interface. Eureka! I'll never again be mailless on a plane, a subway, or anyplace else where you don't have the Web but do have a lot of time to kill.Desktop e-mail presented its own challenges, though. People who were serious about e-mail tended to archive all their messages. But desktop e-mail apps performed poorly when overloaded with mail; Outlook, for instance, crawled to halt if you stuffed it

Andy Warhol Jackie 1964

2009-02-11T00:17:00.000-08:00

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The worship of Zeus, a god traditionally associated with mountains, became popular on Mount Lykaion during classic The connection between myth and history doesn't apply solely to ancient Greece. Many ancient cultures worshipped gods that had links to both the spirit and physical worlds.
Real-world spots mentioned in mythic or sacred texts often become places of worship or temple locations or, like Mount Lykaion, vice-versa. This especially applies to birthplaces or Homes of the Gods, such as:
Heliopolis, Egypt: Though largely destroyed and swallowed by the sprawl of Greek antiquity, said the team, made up of archaeologists from the University of Pennsylvania, Arizona, and the Greek Archaeological Service.Younger, higher levels of the trench have yielded silver coins, a bronze hand holding a lightning bolt and petrified lightning in past dig seasons. All are clear dedications to Zeus, indicating that the use of the god's altar on Mount Lykaion was likely unbroken for several millennia.Myth and history

Salvador Dali Dali at the Age of Six

2009-02-06T00:53:00.000-08:00

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Tilt your chin slightly downward.
2. Get a higher camera angle.
3. Be willing to pose for a lot of pictures till you find the look that works.
4. Hmmm. Her pictures still look better than mine.
Next up, Don Phillips, . When he works with regular people, he gives them the simplest instructions—down to earth things to do, things they can relate to—to get them to have fun. His advice for my shots:
1. Tilt I want immortalized.
Finally, my upstairs neighbor and freelance stylist extraordinaire, Roshawna Jackson assuages my dismay at being unable to master the art of the pose. “Modeling is harder than we think it is,” she said. “Celebrities are definitely coached. They’re taught.” She suggests:
1. Never look directly into the camera. Look at the eyes of the photographer your head—just a slight incline—to look sassy and fun, a happy-go-lucky kind of look.2. For more of a pout, imagine your boyfriend has been away for a month. Now he comes back and wants to watch football. Imagine the look you’d give him.The head tilt does indeed make me look happy-go-lucky, but I’m not sure my “What the HELL are you thinking?” look is the one

Johannes Vermeer Young Woman with a Water Jug

2009-02-05T23:05:00.000-08:00

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Hello," she said. "You're Lyra, are you?"
"Yeah. What's your name?"
"I'm Sergeant Clifford. Come along in."
Lyra thought this young woman had a nerve, acting as if it were her own laboratory, but she nodded meekly. That was thesaid.
"Nothing difficult," he said, smiling. "Come and sit down, Lyra."
He pushed a chair toward her. Lyra sat down carefully, and heard the door close itself. Dr. Malone was standing nearby. Pantalaimon, cricket-formed in Lyra's breast pocket, was agitated; she could feel him against her breast, and hoped the tremor didn't show. She thought to him to keep still.
"Where d'you come from, Lyra?" said Inspector Walters. moment when she first felt a twinge of regret. She knew she shouldn't be here; she knew what the alethiometer wanted her to do, and it was not this. She stood doubtfully in the doorway.In the room already there was a tall powerful man with white eyebrows. Lyra knew what Scholars looked like, and neither of these two was a Scholar."Come in, Lyra," said Sergeant Clifford again. "It's all right. This is Inspector Walters.""Hello, Lyra," said the man. "I've been hearing all about you from Dr. Malone here. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right.""What sort of questions?" she

Leroy Neiman Defending Victory 1946

2009-02-05T00:24:00.000-08:00

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alive, most of them kicking.
Barack Obama's inauguration day was the final straw for Jimmy Wales, Wikipedia's founder and visionary-in-chief, who declared that it was time to break with the tradition of "anything goes". That was the day two senior senators, Ted Kennedy and Robert Byrd, sparked a flurry of concern about their they left the inauguration lunch on Capitol Hill – in Kennedy's case, in an ambulance after a seizure. Anyone who reacherevelation of Janet Jackson's nipple during the 2004 Superbowl, to put a time delay on the broadcast. From now on, he proposes, editing the biography of a living person will be a two-stage process; anyone can still make a revision, but it will have to be flagged as "approved" by someone higher up the Wikipedian d for Wikipedia for the latest facts found that someone had prematurely filled in 20 January 2009 as the date of their deaths. Whether the editors were motivated by malice or whether they were taking what journalists might call "a flyer" in the hope of being first with the news, the incidents prompted another round of unforgiving headlines about Wikipedia's tendency to err.
Wales is following the lead of the embattled TV bosses who

Leroy Neiman Jaguar Family

2009-02-04T23:33:00.001-08:00

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same men! And even that rope had frayed and been reknotted in precisely the same spot, and she knew it intimately, having been tied up in that very sledge for several agonizing hours… What were these mysteries? Was there only one world after all, which spent its time dreaming of others?
And did. And what Stanislaus Grumman had had done to himself, according to the Jordan Scholars who'd known him. Lyra looked around quickly, saw no one nearby, and took out the alethiometer.
She focused her mind on the central skull and asked: What sort of person did this skull belong to, and why did they have those holes made in it?
As she stood concentrating in the dusty light that filtered then she came across something that made her think of the alethiometer again. In an old glass case with a black-painted wooden frame there were a number of human skulls, and some of them had holes in them: some at the front, some on the side, some on the top. The one in the center had two.This process, it said in spidery , because the bone had healed and grown smooth around the edge. One, however, hadn't: the hole had been made by a bronze arrowhead which was still in it, and its edges were sharp and broken, so you could tell it was different.This was just what the northern Tartars

Leroy Neiman International Cuisine

2009-02-03T22:55:00.000-08:00

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were human affairs she was inquiring into, this was a human matter; Lord Asriel's god was not hers. Was she becoming human? Was she losing her witchhood?
If she were, she could not do it alone.
"," she said. "We must talk to our sisters, Kaisa. These events are too big for us alone."
And they sped through the roiling banks of fog toward Lake Enara and
, for no man had ever been known to join a witch council.
"I'd be greatly honored," he said. "I may have a suggestion or two of my own."
All through that day the witches came, like flakes of black snow on the wings of a storm, filling the skies with the darting flutter of their silk and the swish of air through the needles of their cloud-pine branches. Men who hunted in the dripping forests or fished among In the forested caves beside the lake they found the others of their clan, and Lee Scoresby, too. The aeronaut had struggled to keep his balloon aloft after the crash at Svalbard, and the witches had guided him to their , where he had begun to repair the damage to his basket and the gasbag."Ma'am, I'm very glad to see you," he said. "Any news of the little girl?""None, Mr. Scoresby. Will you join our council tonight and help us discuss what to do?"The Texan blinked with surprise

Alphonse Maria Mucha Gismonda

2009-02-03T01:15:00.000-08:00

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winning humorist and author of Compassionate Laughter: Jest for the health of It. Cartoon caricatures, slapstick comedy, and clowning articles are all based on exaggeration, she notes.
16. Develop a silly routine to break a dark mood. It could be something as silly as speaking with a Swedish accent (unless you arewith a pig. You both get dirty, and the pig likes it."
18. Experiment with jokes. Learn one simple joke each week and spread it around. One of Klein's favorites relates to his baldness: "What do you call a line of rabbits walking backward? A receding hare line."
19. Focus humor on yourself. "Because of my lack of hair," Klein says, "I tell people that I'm a former expert on how to cure baldness Swedish, of course).17. Create a humor environment. Have a ha-ha bulletin board where you only post funny sayings or signs, suggests Allen Klein, an award-winning professional speaker and author of The Healing Power of humr. His favorite funny sign: "Never wrestle

Juan Gris Violin and Guitar

2009-02-02T19:52:00.000-08:00

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need him. I haven't got a job anymore, and not much money in the bank, and I wouldn't be surprised if the police are after me...He'll be the only person in my whole world that I can talk to about all this."
They walked on through the silent streets, past a square tower with a doorway opening into darkness, past a little cafe they had to be careful where they cut through; so the women followed on behind, through the moonlit streets of Cittagazze. On their right a wide and graceful parkland led up to a great house with a classical portico where tables stood on the pavement, and out onto a broad boulevard with a line of palm trees in the center."This is where I came through," said Mary.The window Will had first seen in the quiet suburban road in Oxford opened here, and on the Oxford side it was guarded by police, or had been when Mary tricked them into letting her through. She saw Will reach the spot and move his hands deftly in the air, and the window vanished."That'll surprise them next time they look," she said.It was Lyra's intention to go into Will and Mary's Oxford and show Will something before returning with Serafina, and obviously

John Constable The Hay Wain

2009-02-01T18:54:00.001-08:00

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"But if she loved him..."
"Well," said Mary, "love is ferocious, too."
"But he loved my mother," said Will. "And I can tell her that he was never unfaithful."
Lyra, looking at Will, thought that if he fell in love, he would be like that.
All around them the quiet noises of the afternoon hung in the warm air: the endless trickling sucking of the marshwhere the blue of the sky paled at the edge of the sea, and the sea took up the pallor and made it sparkle through the shimmering air.
She showed Will and Lyra how to gather a particular kind of mollusk by finding their breathing tubes just above the sand. The mulefa loved them, but it was hard for them to move on the sand and gather them. Whenever Mary came to the shore, she harvested as many , the scraping of insects, the calling of gulls. The tide was fully out, so the whole extent of the beach was clear and glistening under the bright sun. A billion tiny mud creatures lived and ate and died in the top layer of sand, and the little casts and breathing holes and invisible movements showed that the whole landscape was telling the others why, Mary looked out to the distant sea, scanning the horizon for white sails. But there was only hazy glitter

Jack Vettriano Waltzers

2009-01-21T23:59:00.000-08:00

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through mossy rocks, and she dipped her hands in it again and again, washing them clear of the mud and grime before lifting the water to her mouth. It was teeth-achingly cold, and she swallowed it with delight.
The pond was fringed with reeds, where a frog was croaking. It was shallow and warmer than the spring, as she discovered when she thirst was satisfied, she looked up the slope again, to see that Will was awake. He was sitting with his knees drawn up and his arms across them, looking out across the plain as she'd done, and marveling at the extent of it. And at the light, and at the warmth, and at the quiet.
She climbed slowly back to join him and found him cutting the names of the Gallivespians on the little headstone, and setting it more firmly in the soil.
"Are they..." he said, and she knew he meant the daemons.took off her shoes and waded into it. She stood for a long time with the sun on her head and her body, relishing the cool mud under her feet and the cold flow of springwater around her calves.She bent down to dip her face under the water and wet her hair thoroughly, letting it trail out and flicking it back again, stirring it with her fingers to lift all the dust and grime out.When she felt a little cleaner and her

Vincent van Gogh The Night Cafe

2009-01-21T00:11:00.001-08:00

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And now Lord Asriel was dragging him, dragging him backward, feet stumbling and rocks falling, and the golden monkey was leaping down with them, snapping and scratching and tearing, and they were almost there, almost at the edge; but Metatron forced himself up, and with a last effort spread both wings wide, a great white canopy that beat down and down and down, again and again and again, and then Mrs. Coulter had fallen away, and Metatron was upright, and the wings beat harder Then Mrs. Coulter found the angel's face under her hand, and she dug her fingers deep into his eyes.
Metatron cried out. From far off across the great cavern, echoes answered, and his voice bounded from cliff to cliff, doubling and diminishing and causing those distant ghosts to pause in their endless processionbeginning to tell. And as Lord Asriel tried to keep his footing on the broken rocks, something shattering happened to the back of his head. When he flung himself sideways, Metatron had seized

Henri Matisse The Dance

2009-01-20T01:34:00.000-08:00

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Her only hope was Lord Roke. But in their whispered exchanges in the zeppelin, he'd explained about the power of his poison spurs: he couldn't go on using them continually, because with each sting, the venom weakened. It took a day for the full potency to build up again. Before long his main weapon would lose its force, and then they'd only have their wits.
She found an President trying to impose some order on the scene. She remembered the long, horrible pain and hallucination that she'd suffered at the spur of the Chevalier Tialys, and didn't envy the two men their waking up.
But soon she was , but even in the half-dark they could hardly miss two men lying unconscious ...
And as he hoisted the key out, a shout went up. He hauled up the massive shaft with all the strength he had, tugging, heaving, lifting, crawling, dragging, and hid beside a small boulder just as pounding feet arrived and voices called for light. "Shot?"
"Didn't hear a

Michelangelo Buonarroti Creation of Adam

2009-01-20T01:29:00.000-08:00

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the bomb and made it ready for the cable. Mrs. Coulter could see it clearly in the wash of the floodlights, streaming with rain, an ungainly mass of machinery and wiring slightly tilted on the rocky ground. She heard a high-tension , the lattice of tubing. Nevertheless, somewhere in all that complexity was the little lock of hair on which everything depended.
To her left the slope fell away into the dark, and far below was a glimmer of white and a thunder of water from the cataract of Saint-Jean-les-Eaux.
There came a cry. A soldier dropped his rifle and stumbled forwardcrackle and hum from the lights, whose cables swung in the wind, scattering the rain and throwing shadows up over the rocks and down again, like a grotesque jump rope.Mrs. Coulter was horribly familiar with one part of the structure: the mesh cages, the silver blade above. They stood at one end of the apparatus. The rest of it was strange to her; she could see no principle behind the coils, the jars, the banks of insulators

Edgar Degas Ballet Rehearsal

2009-01-18T21:30:00.000-08:00

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Then what if you don't come back?"
"We shall have died doing something important."
Lyra was silent. She hadn't really looked at the Lady before; but she could see her very clearly now, in the smoky light of the naphtha lamp, standing on the table just an arm's length away. Her face was calm and kindly, not beautiful, swallowed and shrugged.
"We'll see," said the Lady, and turned back.
Once they had eaten their thin, dry bread and drunk their bitter tea, which was all the people had to offer them, they thanked their hosts, took their rucksacks, and set off through the shanty town for the lakeshore. Lyra looked around for her death, and sure enough, there he wasnot pretty, but the very sort of face you would be glad to see if you were ill or unhappy or frightened. Her voice was low and expressive, with a current of laughter and could remember, Lyra had never been read to in bed; no one had told her stories or sung nursery rhymes with her before kissing her and putting out the light. But she suddenly thought now that if ever there was a voice that would lap you in safety and warm you with love, it would be a voice like the Lady Salmakia's, and she felt a wish in her heart to have a child of her own, to lull and soothe and sing to, one day, in a voice like that."Well," Lyra said, and found her throat choked, so she

Jack Vettriano We Can't Tell Right from Wrong

2009-01-16T00:43:00.000-08:00

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Lyra could see what he was thinking: he was going to say that this had gone too far, they must turn back, they were taking this foolishness to irresponsible lengths.
So she stepped in. "Excuse me," she said to the man Peter, "but me and our friend the Chevalier, we've got to go outside for a minute, . "This is far enough. No more."
"But we made an agreement," Lyra said.
"No, no. Not to these lengths."
"All right. Leave us. You fly on back. Will can cut a window into your world, or any world you like, and you can fly through and be safe, that's all right, we don't mind."because he needs to talk to his friends in the moon through my special instrument. We won't be long."And she picked him up carefully, avoiding his spurs, and took him outside into the dark, where a loose piece of corrugated iron roofing was banging in the cold wind with a melancholy sound."You must stop," he said as she set him on an upturned oil drum, in the feeble light of one of those anbaric bulbs that swung on its cable overhead

Jack Vettriano On Parade II

2009-01-15T22:59:00.000-08:00

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Come outside."
Then he said to Lyra: "Stay here, and don't touch the knife."
Lyra sat close to the anvil, where the knife lay cooling, and Iorek told her to bank the fire up and not let it burn down: there was a final"But when the first bear made the first piece of armor, wasn't that bad, too, in the same way?"
Iorek was silent. They walked on till they came to a big drift of snow, and Iorek lay in it and rolled this way and that, sending flurries of snow up into the dark air, so that it looked as if he himself were made of snow, he was the personification of all the snow in the world operation yet.Will followed the great bear out onto the dark mountainside. The cold was bitter and instantaneous, after the inferno in the cave."They should not have made that knife," said Iorek, after they had walked a little way. "Maybe I should not have mended it. I'm troubled, and I have never been troubled before, never in doubt. Now I am full of doubt. Doubt is a human thing, not a bear thing. If I am becoming human, something's wrong, something's bad. And I've made it worse."

Pierre Auguste Renoir By the Seashore

2009-01-15T00:47:00.000-08:00

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stick and laid it to roast across the fire for the two of them.
"Is it easy, hunting up in these mountains, Iorek?" she said.
"No. My people can't live here. I was wrong, but luckily so, since I found you. What are your plans now?"
Will looked around the cave. They were sitting close to the fire, and the firelight threw warm yellows and oranges on the bear-king's fur. Will could see no sign of the spies, but there was nothing for it: he had to ask.freely, and Will didn't know what to say, for it was his father whom this unknown man had died to save; and Lyra and the bear had both known and loved Lee Scoresby, and he had not.
Soon Iorek turned aside and made for the entrance to a cave, very dark against the snow. Will didn't know where the spies were, but he was perfectly sure they were nearby. He wanted to speak quietly to Lyra, but not till he could the boy and the girl and the great white bear. As if she had never wanted to be anywhere else, Lyra climbed up as Iorek offered his back and rode proud and happy as her dear friend carried her up the last stretch of the way to his cave.
Will, preoccupied, didn't listen

Franz Marc fate animals

2009-01-14T01:08:00.000-08:00

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another extraordinary power at Will's command. He came close and spoke quietly, in a voice that seemed to throb as deeply as the ship's engines.
"What is your name?" he said.
"Will Parry. Can you make another helmet ?"
"Yes. What do you seek?"
"You're going up thebear.
"I know you are," said Will.
The boat was taking fuel on board; the railcars were hauled alongside and tilted sideways to let coal thunder down the chutes into the hold, and the black dust rose high above them. Unnoticed by the townspeople, who were busy sweeping up glass and haggling over the price of the fuel, Will followed the bear-king up the gangway and aboard the ship. river. I want to come with you. I'm going to the mountains and this is the quickest way. Will you take me?""Yes. I want to see that knife.""I will only show it to a bear I can trust. There is one bear I've heard of who's trustworthy. He is the king of the bears, a good friend of the girl I'm going to the mountains to find. Her name is Lyra Silvertongue. The bear is called Iorek Byrnison.""I am Iorek Byrnison," said the

John Constable Salisbury Cathedral

2009-01-13T21:58:00.000-08:00

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three packs of compressed dried fruit; a bag of oatmeal biscuits; six bars of Kendal Mint Cake; a packet of fishhooks and nylon line; and finally, couple of pencils, and a small electric torch.
He packed it all in his rucksack, cut another sliver of meat, filled his belly and then his canteen from the lake, and said to Balthamos:
"Do you think I need anything else?"
"You could do with some sense," came the reply. "Some faculty to enable you to recognize wisdom and incline you to respect and obey it."
"Are you wise?"
"Much more so than you."
"Well, you see, I can't tell. Are you a man? You sound like a man."
"Baruch was a man. I was not. Now he is angelic."
"So...” Will stopped what he was doing, which was arranging his rucksack so the heaviest objects were in the bottom, and tried to see the angel. There was nothing there to see. "So he was a man," he went on, "and then... Do people become angels when they die? Is that what happens?"
"Not always. Not in the vast majority of cases...Very rarely."
"When was he alive, "Better to stick to your task. You have plundered this dead man's property, you have all the toys you need to keep you alive; now may we move on?"
"When I know which way to go."
"Whichever way we go, Baruch will find us."then?""Four thousand years ago, more or less. I am much older.""And did he live in my world? Or Lyra's? Or this one?""In yours. But there are myriads of worlds. You know that.""But how do people become angels?""What is the point of this metaphysical speculation?""I just want to know."

Winslow Homer Snap the Whip

2009-01-12T22:10:00.000-08:00

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sleeper, turned and scampered down the slope in the twilight. Father and daughter bowed once more to the cave and then set off, to vanish among the gloom of the heavy rhododendrons.
Mrs. Coulter turned back to the water on her stove, which was nearly at the boil.
Crouching down, she crumbled some dried leaves into it, two pinches from this bag, one from that, and added three drops of a pale yellow closed lids. She was beginning to stir: Mrs. Coulter had felt her eyelashes flutter when she'd kissed her, and knew she didn't have long oil. She stirred it briskly, counting in her head till five minutes had gone by. Then she took the pan off the stove and sat down to wait for the liquid to cool.Around her there lay some of the equipment from the camp by the blue lake where Sir Charles Latrom had died: a sleeping bag, a rucksack with changes of clothes and washing equipment, and so on. There was also a case of canvas with a tough wooden frame, lined with kapok, containing various instruments; and there was a pistol in a holster.The decoction cooled rapidly in the thin air, and as soon as it was at blood heat, she poured it carefully into a metal beaker and carried it to the rear of the cave. The monkey daemon dropped his pine cone and came with her.Mrs. Coulter placed the beaker carefully on a low rock and knelt beside the sleeping Lyra. The golden monkey crouched on her other side, ready to seize Pantalaimon if he woke up.Lyra's hair was damp, and her eyes moved behind their

Jack Vettriano Tuesday's child

2009-01-12T00:41:00.000-08:00

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bulbs in their rooms to 60 watts or less. * Do morning prep at night. Teens, whose biological clocks tend to be on a later sleep cycle, often struggle with early start times at school. Encourage your kids to shower and get clothes and ready in the evening, and choose fast breakfasts (like cereal) so they can sleep in as much as possible.more women awake than men — which explains why 90 percent of my patients are female."
To ease your mind:
* Shower an hour before bed. The warm water is relaxing. Plus, your body temperature will dip afterward, mimicking the physiological changes that naturally WivesSleep thief: Stress.Anxiety and other frazzled states cause your body to release adrenaline, a brain chemical that triggers alertness, says sleep specialist Joyce Walsleben, PhD, associate professor of Medicine at New York University. Adds Zafarlotfi: "Stress seems to keep

John Constable Wivenhoe Park Essex

2009-01-11T23:09:00.001-08:00

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You're already proficient at using your tongue to pleasure your woman.Now add a little vibration and you've got an unbeatable combinationthat's sure to induce wave after wave of incredible orgasms.Here's What You Need:You, with a song in your head.Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bentand you're going to add somethingeven better: Open your mouth slightly and place your lips over yourwoman's clitoris. Close your lips and begin to hum. Let the vibrationfrom your lips stimulate her clitoris. The louder you hum, the better.Hum for a minute or so, then go back to using your tongue. Do that for aminute, then hum again.Continue alternating until your woman is humming a different tune.legs slightly apart.Position your head sideways, so that your lips are parallel with the lips ofyour woman's vagina.Pleasure her orally. Having your head sideways is different enough toproduce some very satisfying results, but

Andy Warhol Superman

2009-01-09T20:52:00.001-08:00

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Please remember to exercise extreme caution and common sense when performing any of thetechniques described in this book. Neither the author, publisher, nor anyone associated with theprinting, promotion, sale or distribution of this book are liable for any injuries or damage topersonal property resulting from actions associated with the material whileperforming these techniques. If you think there is even the slightest possibility that you couldaccidentally swallow one these of these objects, STOP PERFORMING THE TECHNIQUEIMMEDIATELY. There are plenty of other ones that you can do instead. Do not attempt thesetechniques under the influence of alcohol or any other controlled substance.presented within.Use at your own risk.Some of the techniques described in this book call for you or your partner to have cough drops,mints, ice cubes and other objects in your mouth. Be very careful not to swallow these objects

Andy Warhol Flowers 1970

2009-01-07T22:52:00.000-08:00

Andy Warhol Flowers 1970Andy Warhol Flowers 1964Andy Warhol Fiesta Pig
back up.'"
Millen thinks a recurrence is unlikely. The economic backdrop was very different in 1987, with higher interest rates and a recession looming then, he said.
"Markets are more sophisticated today, and risk is more dispersed," he said.
HOUSING PICTURE concerned about the resetting of adjustable rate mortgages, which will mean bigger monthly payments for borrowers.
"We've got a huge amount of resets coming up in the first half of 2008," Vallar said.
He sees declines in the value it difficult for borrowers to may even owe more than their house is worth.STILL GRIMAmong the coming week's economic data, September housing starts, due on Wednesday, will be closely watched as that industry remains mired in what many describe as a recession.In a Reuters poll of economists, the median forecast is for housing starts to slip to an annual pace of about 1.29 million units, down from 1.33 million in August.Ed Vallar, director of research at GM Advisory Group in Port Washington, New York, said the housing slump is definitely not over. He is especially

Jack Vettriano Bluebird

2009-01-06T23:22:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano BluebirdJack Vettriano Back Where You Belong
Jack Vettriano Waltzers
What about people who eat right and exercise? Yes, they too should be taking vitamin supplements. It would be a very rare case to find someone who was able to get all of his or her daily-recommended vitamins through prepared ? Vitamins leave the body through the sweat glands, and it is important to replenish these vitamins.
Even the most active children should have vitamin supplements. Studies have shown that children who take vitamins daily are, on average, children who do not. Children are growing constantly, and exerting large amounts of energy. In truth, children need more vitamins than their parents because they need to have enough vitamins for growth.
A common misconception is that vitamin supplements replace vitamins from actual food. Vitamin supplements can also give people more than they need. Having more Vitamin C than needed is certainly better than not having enough. If you are someone who exercises frequently, then having your recommended amount of vitamins is even more crucial. Consider the amount of energy that is spent when exercising

Jack Vettriano Queen of the Waltzer

2009-01-05T22:48:00.000-08:00

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so great and tremendous a power that no human strength was capable of resisting him. He was at the same time a deity and an ogre; he he devoured it; he sped through the world so fast that you had Knowing this, our friend was astonished to see everybody in the Kingdom of the Future running so fast to meet him:
"I suppose he doesn't eat anything here," he thought. There he was! The great doors turned slowly on their hinges. There was a distant the sounds of the earth· A red and green light penetrated into the hall; and Time appeared on the threshold. He was a tall and very thin old man, so old that his wrinkled face was all grey, like dust. His white beard came down to his knees. In one hand, he carried an enormous scythe; in the other, an hour-glass. Behind him, some way out, on a sea the colour of the Dawn, was a magnificent gold galley, with white sails·
"Are they ready whose hour has struck?" asked Time. At the sound of that voice, solemn and deep as a bronze gong, thousands of bright children's voices, like little silver bells, answered:
"Here we are!... Here we are!... Here we are!…" no time to see him; he ate and ate, without stopping; he took whatever he touched. In Tyltyl's family, he had already taken Grandad and Granny, the little brothers, the little sisters and the old blackbird! He did not mind what he took: joys and sorrows, winters and summers, all was fish that came to his net!...

Andy Warhol Basket of Flowers painting

2009-01-05T00:01:00.000-08:00

Andy Warhol Basket of Flowers painting
then, had been sleeping in the house, came tearing like mad into theMytyl ran up to them. They all hustled and hugged one another and danced and whirled about and uttered screams of joy.
"Here they are, here they are!" said Granny. "As soon as you speak of them, they are there, the imps!"
Tyltyl caught a little one by the hair:
"Hullo, Pierrot! So we're going to fight again, as in the old days!... And Robert!... I say, Jean, what's become of your top?.... Madeleine and Pierrette and Pauline!... And here's Riquette!..."
Mytyl laughed:
"Riquette's still crawling on all fours!"
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Tyltyl noticed a little dog yapping around them:
"There's Kiki, whose tail I cut off with Pauline's scissors... He hasn't changed either..."
"No," said Gaffer Tyl, in a voice of great importance, "nothing changes here!"
But, suddenly, amid the general rejoicings, the old people stopped spell-bound: they had heard the small voice of the clock indoors strike eight!

Peeters Fayette Overlook

2009-01-02T21:50:00.000-08:00

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Party lighting could mean candles and Christmas lights. Better yet, how about some glowing creatures that look like cousins of Casper the Friendly Ghost? They come in four moods -- chipper, peppy, dizzy and gloomy -- which will probably reflect your mood cycles through the evening. So bring on the kaleidoscopic critters, add the mirror ball, the pocket DJ system and the cocktail fountain, and it will be one helluva party.
Sony Dancing Egg RollyNeed a party attraction? How about a dancing egg that flashes and rolls to the beat of the emitting from its own flapping speakers? The Rolly dancing robot from Sony may be entirely useless, but it's good for a few laughs. It could be an icebreaker, too: If everyone is standing in the corners, roll this out on the dance floor and watch the crowds follow.
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Jack Vettriano Scarlet Ribbons Lovely Ribbons

2008-12-30T00:30:00.000-08:00

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And there it was," said Zaphod, "clear as day. A whole section in the middle of both brains that related only to each other and not to anything else around them. Some bastard had cauterized all the synapses and electronically traumatised those two lumps of cerebellum." Ford stared at him, aghast. Trillian had turned white. "Somebody did that tointo your brain?" "Yeah." "Well, what were they, for God's sake?" Zaphod looked at him in silence again for a moment. Then he looked away. "Z.B.," he said. At that moment a steel shutter slammed down behind them and gas started to pour into the chamber. "I'll tell you about it later," choked Zaphod as all three passed out. you?" whispered Ford. "Yeah." "But have you any idea who? Or why?" "Why? I can only guess. But I do know who the bastard was." "You know? How do you know?" "Because they left their initials burnt into the cauterized synapses. They left them there for me to see." Ford stared at him in horror and felt his skin begin to crawl. "Initials? Burnt

Yue Minjun Guan Xi-2

2008-12-29T23:21:00.000-08:00

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The Improbability-proof control cabin of the Heart of Gold looked like a perfectly conventional spaceship except that it was perfectly clean because it was so new. Some of the control seats hadn't had the plastic wrapping taken off yet. The cabin was mostly white, oblong, and about the size of a smallish restaurant. In fact it wasn't perfectly oblong: the two long walls were raked round in a slight parallel curve, and all the angles and corners were contoured in excitingly chunky shapes. The truth of the matter is that it would have been a great deal simpler and more practical to build the cabin as an ordinary three-dimensional oblong rom, but then the designers would have got miserable. As it was the cabin looked excitingly purposeful, with large video set into the convex wall. In one corner a robot sat humped, its gleaming brushed steel head hanging loosely between its gleaming brushed steel knees. It too was fairly new, but though it was beautifully constructed and polished it somehow looked as if the various parts of its more or less humanoid body didn't quite fit properly. In fact they fitted perfectly well, but something in its bearing suggested that they might have fitted better. Zaphod Beeblebrox paced nervously up and down the cabin, brushing his hands over pieces of gleaming equipment and giggling with excitement.

Lotto Portrait of Febo da Brescia

2008-12-28T23:24:00.000-08:00

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The study indicated that a quarter of those aged between 13 and 17 felt under more pressure to sleep with someone at this time of year and more than two thirds admitted drinking more.

Much of the pressure came from peers and boys felt under more pressure than girls, with 77 per cent saying they were encouraged by their friends, compared to 44 per cent of girls.
Despite the high rate of conception over the Christmas period, the research showed that two thirds of parents still believed that their own teenage children were not having sex.
Only 20 per cent of parents thought that their child was likely to have sex at this time of year, while 34 per cent of teenagers said they were more likely to sleep with someone in December and January.
Gill Frances, the chairman of the government's Teenage Advisory Group, said: "We have got solid research which shows young people are much more likely to get pregnant over Christmas than at other times of the year.
"I know that many parents are already doing a brilliant job of talking to their teenagers about sex and I'd urge all parents to give it a try."