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Jack Vettriano A Mutual Understanding

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

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a kind of very fine lace they make iii the city of Sto Helit,' said Glod.
Glod gave Buddy a lopsided look.
'That bit where you said "hello, baby",' he said. 'Why'd you do that?'
'Er...'
'I mean, it's not as if they even allow small children into the Drum.'
'I don't know. The de river. All those in favour say "Aye". Or Oook, as the case may be.'
There was another silence. No‑one rushed to pick up the instrument.
'But the thing is,' said Glod, 'the thing is . . . they did love us out there.'
They thought about this.
'It didn't actually feel . . . bad,' said Buddy.words were just there,' said Buddy. 'They were sort of part of the music . . .''And you were . . . moving about in a funny way. Like you were having trouble with your trousers,' said Glod. 'I'm not expert on humans, of course, but I saw some ladies in the audience looking at you like a dwarf looks at a girl when he knows her father's got a big shaft and several rich seams.''Yeah,' said Cliff, 'and like when a troll is thinking: hey, will you look at der strata on dat one . . .''You're certain you've got no elvish in you, are you?' said Glod. 'Once or twice I thought you were acting a bit . . . elvish.''I don't know what's happening!' said Buddy.The guitar whined.They looked at it.'What we do is,' said Cliff, 'we take dat and throw it in

Jack Vettriano Fetish

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

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flask. Mad Drongo Adrian slammed the lid down, in total terror of the Archchancellor.
And then they could hear it . . . a persistent faint beat, rebounding off the inner walls of the glass flask.
The students peered in at it.
There was something in there. A sort of movement in the air . . .
'I trapped it in thesome people born with the instinctive feeling that the universe is solvable.
Ridcully patted him on the shoulder.
'You never thought that being a wizard was going to be easy, did you?'
Ponder stared at the jar, and then his mouth snapped into a thin line of determination.
'Right! We're going to sort this out! It must be something to do with the frequency! That's right! Tez the Terrible, get the crystal ball! Skazz, fetch the roll of steel wire! It must be the frequency!'
The Band With Rocks In slept the night away in a single males' hostel in an alley off Gleam Drum last night.''That's not possible,' said Ponder. 'You can't trap music.''That isn't Klatchian mist, lad.''It's been in that mug since last night?' said Ponder.'Yes.''But that's not possible!'Ponder looked absolutely crestfallen. There are

Edward Hopper Cape Cod Morning

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

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There was a long‑drawn‑out wail in the key of A, and then the organ exploded.
The history He was wondering if he'd be allowed to paint his bedroom black .
. . . the beat went on . . .
The lifetimer of Imp stood in the middle of the huge desk. The Death of Rats of the subsequent seconds was put together during a discussion in the Uncommon Room where the wizards went for a stiff drink or, in the Bursar's case, a warm milk shortly afterwards.The Lecturer in Recent Runes swore that the 64‑foot Gravissima organ pipe went skywards on a pillar of flame.The Chair of Indefinite Studies and the Senior Wrangler said that when they found the Librarian upside down in one of the fountains in Sator Square, outside the University, he was going 'ook ook' to himself and grinning.The Bursar said that he'd seen a dozen naked young women bouncing up and down on his bed, but the Bursar occasionally said things like this anyway, especially when he'd been indoors a lot.The Dean said nothing at all.His eyes were glazed.Sparks crackled in his hair.

Rene Magritte Homesickness

2009-05-08T02:05:00.000-07:00

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lost it because he'd put it in a bowl in front of him while he played, in the same way that a hunter puts out decoys to get ducks. The next time he'd looked down, it had gone.
People came to 'No, it's the honest truth, I'm–’ The fat guard frowned and looked down.
'You've just been waiting all your life to say that, ain't you, Nobby,' he said. ' I bet you was born hoping that one day someone'd say "That's a harp" so you could say "lyre", on account of it being a pun or play on words. Well, har har.'
Imp stopped playing. It was impossible to continue, in the circumstances.Ankh‑Morpork to seek their fortune. Unfortunately, other people sought it too.And people didn't seem to want bards, even ones who'd won the mistletoe award and centennial harp in the big Eisteddfod in Llamedos.He'd found a place in one of the main squares, tuned up and played. No‑one had taken any notice, except sometimes to push him out of the way as they hurried past and, apparently, to nick his bowl. Eventually, just when he was beginning to doubt that he'd made the right decision in coming here at all, a couple of watchmen had wandered up.'That's a harp he's playing, Nobby,' said one of them, after watching Imp for a while.'Lyre.'

John Singer Sargent The Breakfast Table

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

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down. His tail thumped uncertainly.
'Knew I'd find you sooner or later,' he said. 'The old nose, eh? Finest instrument known to dog.'
There was another growl. Gaspode whimpered a bit.
'The thing is,' he You heard 'em howl. Oh, yes, Death To The Humans, All Right. But under all that there's the fear. There's the voice sayin': Bad Dog. And it don't come from anywhere but inside, right from inside the bones, 'cos humans made dogs. I knows this. I wish I didn't, but there it is. That's the Power, knowin'. I've read books, I have. Well, chewed books.'
The darkness was silent.
'And you're a wolf and human at the same time, right? Tricky, that. I can see that. Bit of a dichotomsaid, 'the thing is . . . the actual thing is, see . . . the thing what I've been sent to do . . .'Late man heard sounds like that, too. Just before he became late.'I can see you . . . don't want to talk right now,' said Gaspode. 'But the thing is . . . now, I know what you're thinking, is this Gaspode obeyin' orders from a human?'Gaspode looked conspiratorially over his shoulder, as if there could be anything worse than what was in front of him.'That's the whole mess about being a dog, see ?' he said. 'That's the thing what Big Fido can't get his mind around, see ? You looked at the dogs in the Guild, right ?y, sort of thing.

Lorenzo Lotto Mystic Marriage of St Catherine

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

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'Where is your authority?' Quirke stared at the crowd. Hah! I suppose you'll say this armed mob is your authority, eh?'
Carrot looked shocked.
'No. The Laws and Ordinances of Ankh-Morpork, sir. It's all down here. Can you tell me what evidence you have against the prisoner Coalface?'
'That damn troll? It's a troll!'
'Yes?'
Quirke looked around.
'Look, I don't haveA couple of members of the Day Watch appeared cautiously in the doorway.
Everyone became aware of a rattling noise. Nobby was spinning the morningstar round and round on the end of its chain, except that because the spiky ball was a very heavy spi to tell you with everyone here—''As a matter of fact, according to the rules, you do. That's why it's called evidence. It means "that which is seen".''Listen!' hissed Quirke, leaning towards Carrot. 'He's a troll. He's as guilty as hell of something. They all are!'Carrot smiled brightly.Colon had come to know that smile. Carrot's face seemed to go waxy and glisten when he smiled like that.'And so you locked him up?''Right!''Oh. I see. I understand now.'Carrot turned away.'I don't know what you think you're—' Quirke began.People hardly saw Carrot move. There was just a blur, a sound like a steak being thumped on a slab, and the captain was flat on the cobbles.

Edward Hopper High Road

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

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The hatch shut. There was the sound of bolts being pulled back by someone who was not at all convinced it was a good idea and would be asking searching questions in a minute.
'Got a piece of All right, no-one panic, just stop what you're doing, stop what you're doing, please. I'm Corporal Nobbs, Ankh-Morpork City Ordnance Inspection City Audit—' The piece of paper was waved in front of the man's eyes at vision-blurring speed, and Nobby's voice faltered a bit as he contemplated the epaper on you, Fred? Quick!''Yes, but—' said Sergeant Colon.'Any paper! Now!'Colon fumbled in his pocket and handed Nobby his grocery bill just as the door opened. Nobby swaggered in at high speed, forcing the man inside to walk backwards.'Don't run off!' he shouted, 'I haven't found anything wrong—''I wasn't r—''—YET!'Carrot had time to get an impression of a cavernous place full of complicated shadows. Apart from the man, who was fatter than Colon, there were a couple of trolls who appeared to be operating a grindstone. Current events did not seem to have penetrated the thick walls.nd

Mark Spain Contemplation

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

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meant clockwork to power my flying machine. But it won't work.'
'Oh.'
'There's a limit to the power of a spring, no matter how tightly one winds it.'
'Oh, yes. Yes. places. Their silicon brains were used to operating at low temperatures. But down on the muggy plains the heat build-up slowed them down and made them dull. It wasn't that only stupid trolls came down to the city. Trolls who decided to come down to And you hope that if you wind a spring one way, all its energies will unwind the other way. And sometimes you have to wind the spring as tight as it will go,' said Vetinari, 'and pray it doesn't break.'His expression changed.'Oh dear,' he said.'Pardon?' said Leonard.'He didn't thump the wall. I may have gone too far.' Detritus sat and steamed. Now he felt hungry – not for food, but for things to think about. As the temperature sank, the efficiency of his brain increased even more. It needed something to do.He calculated the number of bricks in the wall, first in twos and then in tens and finally in sixteens. The numbers formed up and marched past his brain in terrified obedience. Division and multiplication were discovered. Algebra was invented and provided an interesting diversion for a minute or two. And then he felt the fog of numbers drift away, and looked up and saw the sparkling, distant mountains of calculus.Trolls evolved in high, rocky and above all in cold

Rene Magritte The Ignorant Fairy

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

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idea of a good time. The Patrician's Palace was a darker shape in the dusk, with one lighted window high up. It was the centre of a well-lit area,
He'd faced trolls and dwarfs and dragons, but now he was having to meet an entirely new species. The rich.

It was always hard to remember, afterwards, how the world looked when she was dans une certaine condition, as her mother had delicately called it.
For example, she remembered seeing smells. The actual streets and which got darker and darker as the view widened and began to take in those parts of the city where you didn't light a candle because that was wasting good food. There was red torchlight around Quarry Lane . . . well, Trolls' New Year, understandable. And a faint glow over the High Energy Magic building at Unseen University; Vimes would arrest all wizards on suspicion of being too bloody clever by half. But more lights than you'd expect to see around Cable and Sheer, the part of the city that people like Captain Quirke referred to as 'tinytown' . . .'Samuel!'Vimes adjusted his cravat as best he could.

Paul Gauguin Yellow Christ

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

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Swallow!, there! Who's a good boy then? You can let him go now.'
The sack slipped from Vimes' arms.
'Bad case of Flameless Gripe,' said Lady Ramkin. 'Hope we've got it in time—'
The dragon ripped its way out of the sack and looked around for something to incinerate. Everyone tried to get out of the way.
Then its eyes crossed, you go to see Havelock?'
Vimes nodded. Never in his life, he thought, would he get used to the idea of the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork having a first name, or that anyone could ever know him well enough to call him by it.
'I've been thinking about this dinner tomorrow night.' he said desperately. 'You know, I really don't think I can—'
'Don't be silly,' said Lady Ramkin. 'You'll enjoy it. It's time you met the Right People. You know that.'
He nodded mournfully.and it hiccuped.The limestone tablet pinged off the opposite wall.'Everybody down!'They leapt for such cover as was provided by a watertrough and a pile of clinkers.The dragon hiccuped again, and looked puzzled.Then it exploded.They stuck their heads up when the smoke had cleared and looked down at the sad little crater.Lady Ramkin took a handkerchief out of a pocket of her leather overall and blew her nose.'Silly little bugger,' she said. 'Oh, well. How are you, Sam? Did

Cao Yong Day of Love

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

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they’re /as(. We can’t outrun ‘em, even if we lost some weight.”
“I think I’m losing a tiny bit,” said Casanunda, as the broomstick dived toward the trees.
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Leaves scraped on Nanny Ogg’s boots. Moonlight glinted briefly off ash-blond hair, away to her left. “Bugger, bugger, buggerThe broomstick zigzagged over the silent forest. One of the elves drew its sword and swung down. Knock them down into the trees, leave them alive as long as possible . ..
The broomstick went into reverse. Nanny Ogg’s head and legs went forward, so that partly she was sitting on her hands but mainly she was sitting on nothing. The elf swooped toward her, laughing—
Casanunda stuck out the crowbar..”Three elves were keeping station with the broomstick. That was the thing about elves. They chased you till you dropped, until your blood was curdling with dread; if a dwarf wanted you dead, on the other hand, they’d simply cut you in half with an axe first chance they got. But that was because dwarfs were a lot nicer than elves.“They’re gaming on us!” said Casanunda.“Got the crowbar?”“Yes!”“Right...”

Rembrandt Christ Driving The Money Changers From The Temple

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

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around the room until her eye lit on the little still-life by the door. There was a folded nightshirt, a candle-stick, and a small pillow.
As far as she technically shouldn’t be, Magrat blew her nose and explored further. A heap of discarded garments by the bed suggested that Verence had mastered the art of hanging up clothes as practiced by half the population of the world, and also that he had equally had difficulty with the complex topological maneuvers necessary to turn his socks the right way out.
There was a tiny dressing table and a mirror. Stuck to the mirror frame was a dried and faded flower that looked, to Magrat, very like the ones she habitually wore in her hair.Verence had been concerned, a crown merely changed which side of the door you slept.Oh, gods. He’d always slept in front of the door of his*In the case of the a-£l Street Mappe of Ankh-Morpork, this would be The Sunshine Home for Sick Dragons in Morphic Street, Please Leave Donations of Coal by Side Door. Remember, A Dragon is For Life, Not Just for Hogswatchnight.LQRQ8 ft/YD LftQ/£6master. And now he was king, he slept in front of the door to his kingdom.Magrat felt her eyes fill with tears.You couldn’t help loving someone as soppy as that.Fascinated, and aware that she was where

Pop art miles on yellow

2009-04-21T00:46:00.001-07:00

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you reading my mind?”
“Yours?” Granny’s attention snapped back, and her voice lost its distant quality. “Hah! Flowers and suchlike. Dancing about without yer drawers on. Mucking about with cards and bits of string. And it worked, I expect. She gave you power, for a while. Oh, she must have laughed. And then there is less power and more price. And then no power, and you’re payin’ every day. They always take more than they give. And what they give has less than no value. And they end up taking everything. What they like to get from us is our fear. What they want from us most of all is our belief. If you call them, they will come. You’ll give them a channel if you call them here, at circle time, where the world’s thin Granny slapped her face, hard.
“Even you knows that’s stupid and childish,” she said.
“Now you listen to me. If you stay here, there’s to be none of
this stuff anymore. Or you can go somewhere else and find a
future, be a great lady, you’ve got the mind for it. And maybe
you’ll come back in ten years loaded down with jewels andenough to hear. The power in the Dancers is weak enough now as it is. And I’m not having the ... the Lords and Ladies back.”Diamanda opened her mouth.“I ain’t finished yet. You’re a bright girl. Lots of things you could be doing. But you don’t want to be a witch. It’s not an easy life.”“You mad old woman, you’ve got it all wrong! Elvesaren’t like that—““Don’t say the word. Don’t say the word. They come when called.”“Good! Elf, elf, elf! Elf—“

Andy Warhol One Blue Pussy

2009-04-20T00:09:00.001-07:00

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mean, he must have been human, I suppose. Always thought of him as an ape, really. It’s more him.”
And indeed it had been an accident among the potent and magical books of the University library that had as it were bounced the the table.
“Dried frog pills,” said the Archchancellor. “Someone fish ‘em out of his pocket.”
/The wizards didn’t rush this. You could find anything in a wizard’s pocket—peas, unreasonable things with legs, small experimental universes, anything ...
Terry Pratehett
The Reader in Invisible Writings craned to see what had unglued his colleague.Librarian’s genotype down the evolutionary tree and back up a different branch, with the significant difference that now he could hang on to it upside down with his feet.“Oh, all right,” said the Archchancellor. “But he’s got to wear something during the ceremony,’ if only for the sake of the poor bride.”There was a whimper from the Bursar.All the wizards turned toward him.His spoon landed on the floor with a small thud. It was wooden. The wizards had gently prevented him from having metal cutlery since what was now known as the Unfortunate Incident At Dinner.“A-a-a-a,” gurgled the Bursar, trying to push himself away from

Pop art nina on yellow

2009-04-17T00:41:00.000-07:00

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robin’s nest in the kettle, too. The birds had got in through a broken window pane. She carefully took the kettle outside and wedged it over the door so’s to be safe from weasels, and boiled up some water in a saucepan.
Then she wound up the clock. Witches didn’t have much use for clocks, but she kept it for the tick . . . well, mainly for the tick. It made a see.
Time to think about that sort of thing, now. Time to think about the past...
The clock ticked. The water boiled. Granny Weatherwax fished a bag of tea from the meager luggage on her broom-stick, and swilled out the teapot.
The fire settled down. The clamminess of a room unlived-in for months was place seem lived in. It had belonged to her mother, who’d wound it up every day.It hadn’t come as a surprise to her when her mother died, firstly because Esme Weatherwax was a witch and witches have an insight into the future and secondly because she was already pretty experienced in medicine and knew the signs. So she’d had a chance to prepare herself, and hadn’t cried at all until the day afterward, when the clock stopped right in the middle of the funeral lunch. She’d dropped a tray of ham rolls and then had to go and sit by herself in the privy for a while, so that no one would

Vincent van Gogh Le Moulin de la Galette

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

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him, today, if he walked out. Today they would be looking for unwanted people walking in.
He could just walk away. The wilderness had seemed quite pleasant, apart from the thirst and hunger. St. Ungulant with his madness and his mushrooms seemed to have life exactly right. It didn't matter if you fooled yourself provided you didn't let and then, without warning, launched himself at him with violent intent.
Brutha rolled across the cobbles and raised his hands frantically as he saw the gleam of metal. One filthy hand clamped against his mouth. A knifeblade made a dramatic and very final silhouette against the light-
"No! "
"Why not? We said the first thing we'll do, we'll kill all the priests!"
"Not that one!"yourself know it, and did it well. Life was so much simpler, in the desert.But there were a dozen guards by the gate. They had an unsympathetic look. He went back to his seat, which was tucked away in a corner, and stared gloomily at the ground.If Om was alive, surely he could send a sign?A grating by Brutha's sandals lifted itself up a few inches and slid aside. He stared at the hole.A hooded head appeared, stared back, and disappeared again. There was a subterranean whispering. The head reappeared, and was followed by a body. It pulled itself on to the cobbles. The hood was pushed back. The man grinned conspiratorially at Brutha, put his finger to his lips

Albert Moore Dreamers

2009-04-15T00:23:00.000-07:00

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you're not dead," he managed.
"Next best thing," said Om. "And you know what? No other small god is trying to usurp me. Did I ever tell you about old Ur-Gilash? No? He was the god back in what's now Omnia before me. Not much of one. Basically a weather god. Or a snake god. Something, anyway. It took years to get rid of him, though. Wars and everything. So I've been thinking . . ."
Brutha chosen," he said.
"The great prophets had vision," said Brutha. "Even if they . . . even if you didn't talk to them, they had something to say. What could I say? I haven't got anything to say to anyone. What could I say?"
"Believe in the Great God Om," said the tortoise.
"And then what?"said nothing."Om still exists," said the tortoise. "I mean the shell. All you'd have to do is get people to understand."Brutha still said nothing."You can be the next prophet," said Om."I can't! Everyone knows Vorbis will be the next prophet!""Ah, but you'll be official. " "No.""No? I am your God!""And I am my me. I'm not a prophet. I can't even write. I can't read. No one will listen to me."Om looked him up and down."I must admit you're not the chosen one I would have

Andy Warhol Shadows I

2009-04-14T01:07:00.001-07:00

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And they say that the God-”
"-me-”
"-is sending us a fair wind."
"I am? ," he said. "It stands up all by itself."
"The sea . . . the waves . . ." murmured Brutha carefully, although there was nothing left to throw up.
The sailor spat thoughtfully.
"Aye," he said. "They got to be that shape, see, so's to fit into the sky."
"But the boat's creaking!"
"Aye. It does that."
"You mean this isn't a storm?"
The sailor sighed, and walked away.Oh. Yes. Trust me for a fair wind. Flat as a mill-race the whole way, don't you worry." "I meant mill-pond! I meant mill-pond!"Brutha clung to the mast.After a while a sailor came and sat down on a coil of rope and looked at him interestedly."You can let go, Father
After a while, Brutha risked letting go. He had never felt so ill in his

Andy Warhol Gun 1982

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

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really,' he said at last. 'It sort of kills people but leaves buildings standing.'
Rincewind's mind was operating at the speed of continental drift. Parts of it were telling him that he was confronting the stating the way the future had to be. It sounded quite impossible to ignore.
Coin half-raised his arm, and hesitated.
'Why?' he said.
You do not disobey me.
'You don't have to,' said Rincewind hurriedly. 'It's only a thing.'sourcerer, but they were in direct conflict with other parts. Rincewind had heard quite a lot about the power of the sourcerer, the staff of the sourcerer, the wickedness of the sourcerer and so on. The only thing no-one had mentioned was the age of the sourcerer.He glanced towards the staff.'And what does that do?' he said slowly.And the staff said, You must kill this man.The wizards, who had been cautiously struggling upright, flung themselves flat again.The voice of the hat had been bad enough, but the voice of the staff was metallic and precise; it didn't sound as though it was offering advice but simply

Andrea Mantegna The Madonna of the Cherubim

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

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since I was new it would be my turn, and then, you'll never guess what he wanted me to do. The girls said it's the only thing he's interested in.'
'Er.'
'Are you all right?'
'Fine, fine,' Rincewind muttered.
'Your face has gone all shiny.'
'No, Conina, and sighed. 'That's why you mustn't tell him about me you see? I'm just not cut out for a normal life.'
'Telling stories in a harem isn't bloody normal,' said Rincewind. 'It'll never catch on.'
'He's looking at us again!' Conina grabbed Rincewind's arm.
He shook her off. 'Oh, good grief,' he said, and hurried across the room to Nijel, who grabbed his other arm.
'You haven't been telling her about me, have you?' he I'm fine, fine.''He asked me to tell him a story.''What about?' said Rincewind suspiciously.'The other girls said he prefers something with rabbits in it.''Ah. Rabbits.''Small fluffy white ones. But the only stories I know are the ones father taught me when I was little, and I don't think they're really suitable.''Not many rabbits?''Lots of arms and legs being chopped off,' said

Thomas Kinkade The Edge of Wilderness

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

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who isn't under the-’
Spelter stopped. His face froze. He turned around very slowly, without willing it, because something was gently stood there, catching his breath.
'You don't frighten me,' he lied, and turned on his heel and marched off in a different direction, snapping his fingers to produce a torch that burned with a fine white flame (only its penumbra of octarine proclaimed it to be of magical origin).
Once again, the staff was in front of him. The light of his torch was sucked into spinning him.He knew the University was empty. The wizards had all moved into the New Tower, where the lowliest student had a suite more splendid than any senior mage had before.The staff hung in the air a few feet away. It was surrounded by a faint octarine glow.He stood up very carefully and, keeping his back to the stonework and his eyes firmly fixed on the thing, slithered gingerly along the wall until he reached the end of the corridor. At the corner he noted that the staff, while not moving had revolved on its axis to follow him.He gave a little cry, grasped the skirts of his robe, and ran.The staff was in front of him. He slid to a halt and

Diego Rivera The Flower Seller

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

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made this, you know,' he said. 'They all said you couldn't make a staff out of metal, they said they should only be of wood, but they were wrong. I put a lot of myself into it. I shall give it to him.'
He ran his EIGHTH SON OF AN EIGHTH SON, said Death, unhelpfully. The wind whipped at his robe, driving the black clouds overhead.
'What does that make him?'
A SOURCERER, AS YOU ARE WELL AWARE.
Thunder rolled, on cue.
'What is his destiny?' shouted Ipslore, above the rising gale.
Death shrugged again. He was good at it.hands lovingly along the staff, which gave off a faint tone.He repeated, almost to himself, 'I put a lot of myself into it.'IT IS A GOOD STAFF, said Death.Ipslore held it in the air and looked down at his eighth son, who gave a gurgle.'She wanted a daughter,' he said.Death shrugged. Ipslore gave him a look compounded of bewilderment and rage.'What is he?'THE EIGHTH SON OF AN

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Braid

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

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Windle Poons did know exactly what irony meant, and he could spot sarcasm too.
‘It’s all very well for you,’ he mumbled.
PERHAPS.
Windle looked down at the river again.
‘It’s been great,’ he said.’After all this time. Being needed is important.’
YES. BUT WHY?
Windle looked surprised.
‘I don’t know. How should I know? Because we’re all in this together, I suppose. Because we don’t leave our people in ?there?. Because you’re a long time dead. Because anything is better than being alone. Because humans are cold universe out there.’
YOU’D BE AMAZED.
‘One lifetime just isn’t enough.’
OH, I DON’T KNOW.
‘Hmm?’
WINDLE POONS?
‘Yes?’human.’AND SIXPENCE IS SIXPENCE. BUT CORN IS NOT JUST CORN.‘It isn’t?’NO.Windle leaned back. The stone of the bridge was still warm from the day’s heat.To his surprise, Death leaned back as well.BECAUSE YOU’RE ALL YOU’VE GOT, said Death.‘What? Oh. Yes. That as well. It’s a great big
THAT WAS YOUR LIFE.

Claude Monet Cliffs near Dieppe 2

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

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Then hang on tight and change back.’
‘No!’
‘We’ll catch you.’
‘No!’
‘Arthur!’ screamed Doreen, prodding an advancing trolley with her makeshift club.
‘Oh, all right.’
There was a momentary vision of Arthur Winkings clinging desperately to the ceiling, and then he dropped on Windle and Reg, the disc clasped to his chest.
music ‘that we’d better get out of here now.’
The floor trembled. Steam gushed from the fountain.
‘If not sooner,’ Windle added.
There was a ?graah? from the Archchancellor. The Dean slumped forward. The other wizards remained upright, but only just. ‘They’re coming out of it,’ said Ludmillastopped abruptly. Pink tubing poured out of the ravaged hole above them and coiled upon Arthur, making him look like a very cheap plate of spaghetti and meatballs. The fountains seemed to operate in reverse for a moment, and then dried up.The trolleys halted. The ones at the back ran into the ones at the front, and there was a chorus of pathetic clanking noises. Tubing still poured out of the hole. Windle picked up a bit. It was an unpleasant pink, and sticky.‘What do you think it is?’ said Ludmilla.‘I think,’ said Windle,

Thomas Kinkade venice

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

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Who did you speak to?’
‘The big one with the red dress and a moustache like he’s trying to swallow a cat.’
‘Ah. The Archchancellor, ‘ said Windle, positively.
‘And there was a huge fat one. Walks like a duck.’
‘He does, doesn’t he? That was the Dean,’ said Windle.
‘They Cake? You can tell me. I may be a wizard, but I ‘m a dead one.’
‘Schleppel told me it was all due to life force.’
‘It’s buildin’ up, see?’
‘What does that mean?’
‘There’s more’f it than there should be. You get’ called me their good woman, ‘ said Mrs Cake. ‘They told me to be about my business. Don’t see why I should go around helpin’ wizards who call me a good woman when I was only trying to help.’ ‘I’m afraid wizards don’t often listen,’ said Windle. ‘I never listened for one hundred and thirty years.’‘Why not?’expect. What’s happening, Mrs

Thomas Kinkade Bridge of Hope

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

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Godless tinkerers,’ said a small acolyte, peering out from behind the Chief Priest’s bully.
‘Gullible idiots !’
‘Atheistic from a safe distance and strolled nonchalantly towards a comparatively quiet part of the room where, beside a statue of one of the Patrician’s predecessors, they turned and faced one another again.
‘So . . . how are things in the godbothering business?’ said Ridcully. ‘We do our humble best. How is the dangerous meddling with things man was not meant to understand?’
‘Pretty fair. Pretty fair.’ Ridcully removed his hat and fished inside the pointy bit.’Can I offer you a drop of something?’scum!’‘Servile morons !’‘Childish conjurors!’‘Bloodthirsty priests!’‘Interfering wizards!’Ridcully raised an eyebrow. The Chief Priest nodded very slightly. They left the two groups hurling imprecations at each other

Andy Warhol Guns

2009-04-02T00:24:00.000-07:00

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Senior wizards did not often get out and about on what Welkome to Ankh-Morporke probably called the thronged highways and intimate byways of the city, but it was instantly obvious that something was wrong. It wasn’t a frightened animal with five pointed heads and ten legs, wondering who was going to be the first to comment. ‘That’s bloody amazing!’ said the Archchancellor. ‘Hmm?’ said the Dean, trying to imply that he saw more amazing things than that all the time, and that in drawing attention to mere clothing running around by itself the Archchancellor was letting down the whole tone of wizardry.
‘Oh, come on. I don’t know many tailors round herethat cobblestones didn’t sometimes fly through the air. but usually someone had thrown them. They didn’t normally float by themselves. A door burst open and a suit of clothes came out, a pair of shoes dancing along behind it, a hat floating a few inches above the empty collar. Close behind them came a skinny man endeavouring to do with a hastily-snatched flannel what normally it took a whole pair of trousers to achieve. ‘You come back here!’ he screamed, as they rounded the corner.’I still owe seven dollars for you!’A second pair of trousers scurried out into the street and hurried after them.The wizards clustered together like

Jean Beraud Symphony in Red and Gold

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

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clump said: ‘He just went! Just like that! One day he was here, next he was gone!’
If the other trees had been humans, they would have shuffled their feet. ‘It happens, lad,’ said one of them, carefully.’He’s been taken to a Better Place,’ you can be sure of that. He was a good tree.’ The young tree, which was a, it wasn’t long before you found you’d arrived with your return ticket already punched. But wizards really knew. Not if death involved violence or murder, of course, but if the cause of death was simply a case of running out of life then . . . well, you knew. You generally got the premonition in time to return your library books and make sure your best ‘In this case, three better places. The front gates of Nos 31, 7, and 34 Elm Street. Ankh-Morpork. mere five thousand, one hundred and eleven years old, said: ‘What sort of Better Place?’‘We’re not sure, ‘ said one of the clump. It trembled uneasily in a week-long gale.’But we think it involves . . . sawdust.’ Since the trees were unable even to sense any event that took place in less than a day, they never heard the sound of axes.Windle Poons, oldest wizard in the entire faculty of Unseen University - home of magic, wizardry and big dinners - was also going to die. He knew it, in a frail and shaky sort of way.Of course, he mused, as he wheeled his wheel-chair over the flagstones towards his ground-floor study, in a general sort of way everyone knew they were going to die, even the common people. No-one knew where you were before you were born, but when you were born

Alphonse Maria Mucha La Dame aux Camelias

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

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SAME AGAIN, said a voice out of the shadows.
‘Er,’ said the barman. ‘Yeah. Sure. What was it?’
ANYTHING.
The barman filled it with rum. It was pulled away.
The barman sought for something to say. For some reason, he was feeling terrified.
‘Don’t see you in here, much,’ he managed.
I COME FOR THE ATMOSPHERE. SAME AGAIN.
‘Work in Holy Wood, do you?’said the barman, topping up the glass quickly. It vanished again.
NOT FOR SOME TIME. SAME AGAIN.
The barman They felt icy cold, and most of them were heavily corroded.
‘Oh, er‑‘ the barman began.
The door opened and shut, letting in a cold blast of air despite the warmth of the night.
The barman wiped the top of the bar in a distracted way, carefully avoiding the coins.
‘You see some funny types, running a bar,’ he muttered. A voice by his ear said, I FORGOT. A PACKET OF NUTS, PLEASE.hesitated. He was, at heart, a kindly soul. ‘You don’t think you’ve had enough, do you?’ he said. I KNOW EXACTLY WHEN I’VE HAD ENOUGH.‘Everyone says that, though.’I KNOW WHEN. EVERYONE’S HAD ENOUGH.There was something very odd about that voice. The barman wasn’t quite sure that he was hearing it with his ears. ‘Oh. Well, er,’ he said. ‘Same again?’NO. BUSY DAY TOMORROW. KEEP THE CHANGE.A handful of coins slid across the counter.

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Before Bathing

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

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Something that both Dibblers were agreed on was that, if they’d been in charge, no‑one would have been able to get away with such a low‑grade war. It was a crime that people should have been allowed to stage a major turning‑point in the history of the city without using thousands of people and camels and ditches and earthworks and C.M.O.T. nodded and was about to raise his hand when Soll’s arm shot out and grabbed it. The nephew was staring intently at the ranged ranks of horsemen.
‘Just one moment,’ he said levelly, and then cupped his hands and raised his voice siege‑engines and trebuckets and horses and banners.‘And in a bloody fog, too,’ said Gaffer. ‘No thought about light levels.’He surveyed the proposed field of battle, shading his eyes from the sun with one hand. There would be eleven handlemen working on this one, from every conceivable angle. One by one they held up their thumbs.Gaffer rapped on the picture box in front of him.‘Ready, lads?’ he said.There was a chorus of squeaks.‘Good lads,’ he said. ‘Get this one right and thee can have an extra lizard for thy tea.’He grasped the handle with one hand and picked up a megaphone with the other.‘Ready when you are, Mr Dibbler!’ he yelled.

Salvador Dali The Enigma of Desire

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

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was annoyed. He couldn’t find the Librarian anywhere. The ape never seemed to be around these days. He’d had to scrabble among the stuff himself.
‘I think this is the last, Archchancellor,’ he said, tipping an avalanche of dusty paperwork on to the desk. Ridcully flailed?’ the Bursar ventured. ‘Damn thing shot pellets at me,’ said Ridcully.
‘Twice!’
‘I’m sure it wasn’t, er, intended-’
‘I want to see how it was made, man! Just think of the sportin’ possibilities!’
The Bursar tried to think of the possibilities. at a cloud of moths. ‘Paper, paper, paper,’ he muttered. ‘How many damn bits of paper in his stuff, eh?’ ‘Er . . . 23,813, Archchancellor,’ said the Bursar. ‘He kept a record.’ ‘Look at this,’ said the Archchancellor. ‘ "Star Enumerator" . . . "Rev Counter for Use in Ecclesiastical Areas" . . . "Swamp Meter" . . . Swamp meter! The man was mad!’ ‘He had a very tidy mind,’ said the Bursar. ‘Same thing.’ ‘Is it, er, really important, Archchancellor

Diego Rivera The Flower Seller

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

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lot of this sort of thing, do you?’ he said to the trolls.
‘Yeah,’ said Galena. ‘All the time. Like, in A King’s Ransom, I play a troll who rushed out an’ hit people. An’ in The Dark Forest, I play a troll who rushed out an’ hit people. An’, an’, in Mystery Mountain I play a troll who rushed out, an’ jumped up an’ down on people. It doesn’t pay to get type-cast.’
‘And do you Victor a worried look, insofar as Victor was any judge of the range of expressions available to a face that looked as though it had been kicked out of granite with a pair of steel-toed boots. ‘What you fink?’ he said.
‘Er. Very nice.’ do the same thing?’ said Victor, to the other troll. ‘Oh, Morraine’s a character actor, ain’t you?’ said Galena. ‘Best in the business.’ ‘What does he play?’ ‘Rocks.’ Victor stared. ‘On account of his craggy features,’ Galena went on. ‘Not just rocks. You should see him do an ancient monolith. You’d be amazed. Go on, Morry, show ‘im yer inscription.’ ‘Nah,’ said Morraine, grinning sheepishly. ‘I’m thinking of changing my name for movin’ pictures,’ Galena went on. ‘Somethin’ with a bit o’ class. I thought "Flint".’ He gave

Alexandre Cabanel Cleopatra

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

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Bursar knocked respectfully at the Archchancellor’s door and then opened it.
A crossbow bolt nailed his hat to the woodwork.
The be as calm as that without tremendous effort. ‘You can barely see the hole. Why, er, are you shooting at the door, Master?’
‘Use your common sense, man! It’s dark outside and the damn walls are made of stone. You don’t expect me to shoot at the damn walls?’
‘Ah,’ said the Bursar. ‘The door is, er, five hundred years old, you know,’ he added, with finely-tuned reproach.
‘Looks it,’ said the Archchancellor, bluntly. ‘Damn great black thing. What Archchancellor lowered the bow and glared at him. ‘Bloody dangerous thing to do, wasn’t it?’ he said. ‘You could have caused a nasty accident.’ The Bursar hadn’t got where he was today, or rather where he had been ten seconds ago, which was where a calm and self-assured personality was, rather than where he was now, which was on the verge of a mild heart attack, without a tremendous ability to recover from unexpected upsets. He unpinned his hat from the target chalked on the ancient woodwork. ‘No harm done,’ he said. No voice could

Paul Gauguin Spirit of the Dead Watching

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

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the history of the kingdom, man!'
'Yes. My memory.'
The king relaxed a little. Sheer horrified fascination was unravelling the knot of fury.
'How old are you?' he said.
'I think... seven thousand years. But sometimes it seems much longer.'
'Really seven thousand years?'
'Yes,' said Dios.
'How could any-re-ptah, pushing forward.
'You will destroy the kingdom,' said Dios. 'I cannot allow it.'
'You cannot allow it?'
'Yes. What will we be without the pyramids?' said Dios.
'Speaking for the dead,' said Far-re-ptah, 'we will be free.'
'But the kingdom will be just another small country,' said Dios, and to their horror the ancestors saw tears in his eyes. man stand it?' said the king. Dios shrugged. 'Seven thousand years is just one day at a time,' he said. Slowly, with the occasional wince, he got down on one knee and held up his staff in shaking hands. 'O kings,' he said, 'I have always existed only to serve.' There was a long, extremely embarrassed pause. 'We will destroy the pyramids,' said Far

Andy Warhol Guns

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

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carefully examined before being sent out into the world.
'I'm basically good at making the sun rise,' he said. 'I don't know how, though. And rivers. You want any rivers flooding, I'm your man. God, I mean.'
He lapsed idly applying You Vicious Brute's Theory of Transient Integrals to a succession of promising cissoid numbers. Ptraci kicked him irritably.
'Do you know where there is water, then?' said Teppic. . . . e/27. Eleven miles . . .
Ptraci glared at him from kohl-ringed eyes. 'You mean you don't know? You were going to take me into the desert and you don't know where the water is?'
'Well, I rather expected I was going to be able to take some with me!'into silence as a thought struck him. 'I wonder what's happening in there without me?' he said. Ptraci stood up and set off down to the gorge. 'Where are you going?' She turned. 'Well, Mr King or God or assassin, or whatever, can you make water?' 'What, here?' 'I mean to drink. There may be a river hidden in that crack or there may not, but we can't get at it, can we? So we have to go somewhere where we can. It's so simple I should think even kings could understand it.' He hurried after her, down the scree to where You Bastard was lying with his head and neck flat on the ground, flicking his ears in the heat and

Jack Vettriano The Last Great Romantic

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

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on summer nights they were alive with students tackling the roofs, towers, eaves and colls of the city. Edificing was a keen inter-house sport in its own right; it was one of the few things Teppic was sure he was good at - he'd been captain of the team that beat Scorpion House in the Wallgame finals. And this was one of the easier courses.
He dropped lightly over the edge of the roof, landed on a ridge, ran easily across the sleeping building, jumped a His aunt had wept, rather theatrically, Teppic had thought, since the old lady was as tough as a hippo's instep. His father had looked stern and dignified, whenever he could remember to, and tried to keep his mind free of beguiling images of cliffs and fish. The servants had been lined up along the hall from the foot of the main stairway, narrow gap on to the tiled roof of the Young Men's Reformed-Cultists-of-the-Ichor-God-Bel-Shamharoth Association gym, jogged gently over the grey slope, swarmed up a twelve foot wall without slowing down, and vaulted on to the wide flat roof of the Temple of Blind Io. A full, orange moon hung on the horizon. There was a real breeze up here, not much, but as refreshing as a cold shower after the stifling heat of the streets. He speeded up, enjoying the coolness on his face, and leapt accurately off the end of the roof on to the narrow plank bridge that led across Tinlid Alley. And which someone, in defiance of all probability, had removed. At times like this one's past life flashes before one's eyes. . .

Rembrandt Bathsheba at Her Bath

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

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'Hmm?' said the dwarf, his mind wrestling with ways of building thunder-and-lightning machines.
'There's no crown, Hwel. I've got to wear a crown.'
'Of course there's a crown. The big one with the red glass, very impressive, we used it in that place with the big square—'
'I think we left it there.'
There was another tinny roll of thunder but, even so, the part of Hwel that was living the play heard a faltering voice on stage. He darted to the wings.
'—I have It would be nice to say it tingled under his hand. Perhaps it did.

Granny was sitting as still as a statue, and almost as cold. The horror of realisation was stealing over her.
'That's us,' she said. 'Round that silly cauldron. That's meant to be us, Gytha.'smother'd many a babe—' he hissed, and sprinted back.'Well, just find another one, then,' he said vaguely. 'In the props box. You're the Evil King, you've got to have a crown. Get on with it, lad, you're on in a few minutes. Improvise.'Tomjon wandered back to the box. He'd grown up among crowns, big golden crowns made of wood and plaster, studded with finest glass. He'd cut his teeth on the hat-brims of Authority. But most of them had been left in the Dysk now. He pulled out collapsible daggers and skulls and vases, the strata of the years and, right at the bottom, his fingers closed on something thin and crown shaped, which no-one had ever wanted to wear because it looked so uncrownly.

Vincent van Gogh Olive grove I

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

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Just hereafter, girl, it's what you're supposed to say in these circumstances, you might try and make an effort", and 'No, but I mean, last night, I had this dream about a little bandy-legged man walking down a road,' said Hwel. 'He had a little black hat on, and he walked as though his boots were full of water.'
Tomjon nodded politely.
'Yes?' he said. 'And—?'
'Well, that was it. And nothing. He had this little cane which he twirled and, you know, it was incredibly . . .'then they all peered closer, and one of the others said, "He looks a bit peaky, I reckon it's all that foreign food", and then the youngest one said, "Nanny, I've told you already, there's no such place as Thespia", and then they bickered a bit, and one of the old ones said, "He can't hear us, can he? He's tossing and turning a bit", and the other one said, "You know I've never been able to get sound on this thing, Esme", and then they bickered some more, and it went cloudy, and then . . . I woke up . . .' he finished lamely. 'It was horrible, because every time they came close to the bowl it sort of magnified everything, so all you could see was eyes and nostrils.'Hwel hoisted himself on to the edge of the narrow bed.'Funny old things, dreams,' he said.'Not much funny about that one.'

Gustav Klimt Malcesine on Lake Garda

2009-03-16T23:06:00.001-07:00

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had earned him the biggest thrashing of his life, which even then must have presented the old joker with a bit of a challenge.
'You will learn, my lad—' he recalled, with every sentence punctuated by jingling cracks – 'that there is nothing more serious than jesting. From now on you will never—' the old man paused to change hands – 'never, . There was a whole circular world out there, full of weird places and people doing interesting things, like . . .
Singing. He could hear singing.
He raised his head cautiously, and jumped at the tinkle of the bells on his cap. He gripped the hated things hurriedly.
The singing went on. The Fool peeped cautiously through the drift of meadowsweet that was providing never, ever utter a joke that has not been approved by the Guild. Who are you to decide what is amusing? Marry, let the untutored giggle at unskilled banter; it is the laughter of the ignorant. Never. Never. Never let me catch you joculating again.'After that he'd gone back to learning the three hundred and eighty-three Guild-approved jokes, which was bad enough, and the glossary, which was a lot bigger and much worse.And then he'd been sent to Ankh, and there, in the bare, severe rooms, he'd found there were books other than the great heavy brass-bound Monster Fun Book

Paul Cezanne Still Life with Kettle

2009-03-15T22:25:00.000-07:00

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Granny, feeling in some obscure way that they had scored a minor triumph over the purveyors of untruth and artifice, helped herself to an apple from the bag and began to take a fresh interest. Magrat's nerves started to unknot, about the conventions of the theatre. She had been dreading this bit. Granny Weatherwax had Views.
'Yes, but,' she said wretchedly, 'it's the Theatre, see. All the women are played by men.'
'Why?'
'They don't allow no women on the stage,' said Magrat in a small voice. She shut her eyes.and she began to settle down to enjoy the play. But not, as it turned out, for very long. Her willing suspension of disbelief was interrupted by a voice saying:'What's this bit?'Magrat sighed. 'Well,' she hazarded, 'he thinks that he is the prince, but he's really the other king's daughter, dressed up as a man.'Granny subjected the actor to a long analytical stare.'He is a man,' she said. 'In a straw wig. Making his voice squeaky.'Magrat shuddered. She knew a little

Vincent van Gogh The good Samaritan Delacroix

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

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life have you got left?'
'Ninety-one days, three hours and five minutes,' said Albert promptly. 'I knew he was on my trail, see? But I'm safe here and he's not such a bad master. Sometimes I don't know what he'd do without me.'
'Yes, no-one dies in Death's own kingdom. And you're pleased with that?' said Mort.
'I'm more than two thousand years old, I am. I've lived longer than anyone in the world.'
Mort shook his head.
'You haven't, you know,' he said. 'You've just stretched things out more. No-one really lives here. The time in this place is just a sham. It's not real. Nothing changes. I'd rather die and see what happens next than spend eternity here.'Albert pinched his nose reflectively. 'Yes, well, you might,' he conceded, 'but I was a wizard, you know. I was pretty good at it. They put up a statue to me, you know. But you don't live a long life as a wizard without making a few enemies, see, ones who'll . . . wait on the Other Side.'He sniffed. They ain't all got two legs, either. Some of them ain't got legs at all. Or faces. Death don't frighten me. It's what comes after.''Help me, then.''What good will that do me?''One day you might need some friends on the Other Side,' said Mort. He thought for a few seconds and added, 'If I were you, it wouldn't do any harm to give my soul a bit of a last-minute polish. Some of those waiting for you might not like the taste of that.'
Albert shuddered and shut his eyes.

Alphonse Maria Mucha Autumn

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

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saw shadows moving against it, and made out a few snatches of song. It was an inn, and inside there were people having a good time, or what passed for a good time if you were a peasant who spent most of your time closely concerned with cabbages. Compared to brassicas, practically anything is fun.patted him on the nose, and fumbled in his pocket for a rather grubby sugar lump. He was aware that he was in the presence of something important, but he wasn't yet quite sure what it was.
There was a road running between and disappearing.
After some searching he found a stick and poked it cautiously into the wall. It made strange ripples that wobbled slowly out of sight.
Mort looked up as a shape drifted overhead. It was a black owl, patrollng the ditches for anything small and squeaky.

Pink Floyd Back Catalogue

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

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and headed for the courtyard. Mort stared at the floor for a moment, and then ran after him in a way which he knew to be extremely unprofessional and undignified.
'Now look —' hemanner. The monk turned and smiled pleasantly at him.
'I wish I could,' he said. 'Perhaps one day. Now, if you could give me a lift as far as the nearest village, I imagine I'm being conceived about now.'
'Conceived? But you've just died!' said Mort.
'Yes, but, you see, I have what you might call a season ticket,' the abbot explained.
Light dawned on Mort, but very slowly.
'Oh,' he said, 'I've read about this. Reincarnation, yes?' began.'The other one had a horse called Binky, I remember,' said the abbot pleasantly. 'Did you buy the round off him?'The round?' said Mort, now completely lost.'Or whatever. Forgive me,' said the abbot, 'I don't really know how these things are organised, lad.''Mort,' said Mort, absently. 'And I think you're supposed to come back with me, sir. If you don't mind,' he added, in what he hoped was a firm and authoritative

Edward Hopper Chop Suey

2009-03-11T00:17:00.000-07:00

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expected the arm to fly off at the elbow, transferred itself down the length of his body to his legs and propelled him forward like a high-speed stilt walker. The frying pan followed a series of intricate curves in the air and was brought to a halt just over Mort's plate.
Albert did can't see him sitting down to a couple of rashers and a fried slice.'
Albert grinned. 'Oh, he doesn't, lad. Not as a regular thing, no. Very easy to cater indeed have exactly the right type of half-moon spectacles to peer over the top of.'There could be some porridge to follow,' he said, and winked, apparently to include Mort in the world porridge conspiracy.'Excuse me', said Mort, 'but where am I, exactly?''Don't you know? This is the house of Death, lad. He brought you here last night.''I – sort of remember. Only. . . .'Hmm?''Well. The bacon and eggs,' said Mort, vaguely. 'It doesn't seem, well, appropriate.''I've got some black pudding somewhere,' said Albert.'No, I mean . . .' Mort hesitated. 'It's just that I

Alphonse Maria Mucha Spring

2009-03-09T23:02:00.000-07:00

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She looked the other way, at the staff in her hand, and her lips went thin. She knew her grip hadn't slipped. The staff had lunged at Simon, with murder in its heartwood.
The boy lay on a hard bed in a narrow room, a cold towel folded across his forehead. Treatle and Cutangle watched him carefully.
"How long has it been?" said Cutangle.
Trestle shrugged. "Three days."
"And he been a working wizard all somehow I never really understood magic until he explained it. So clear. So, well, obvious."
"Everyone says that," said Trestle gloomily. "They say it's like having a hoodwink pulled off and seeing the daylight for the first time."
"That's exactly it," said Cutangle, "He's sourcerer material, sure enough. You hasn't come around once?" "No." Cutangle sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, and pinched the bridge of his nose wearily. Simon had never looked his face had a horrible sunken look. "A. brilliant mind, that one," he said. "His explanation of the fundamental principles of magic and matter - quite astounding." Trestle nodded. "The way he just absorbs knowledge," said Cutangle: "I've

Jean Beraud La Rue de la Paix

2009-03-09T01:31:00.000-07:00

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You do it, Granny," said Esk, "in the village. I've seen you. And teacups. And cards."
Granny shifted uneasily. "Yes, well," she said. "It's all according. You just hold their hand and people do their own fortune-telling. But there's no need to go around believing it, we'd all be in trouble if we went around believing everything."
"The Powers journey," said Hilts.
"Will I meet a tall dark stranger?" said Esk, examining her palm. "Granny always says that to women, she says -"
"No," said Hilts, while Granny snorted. "But it will be a very strange journey. You'll go a long way while staying in the same place. And the direction will be a strange one. It will be an exploration."
"You can tell all that from my hand?"That Be have many strange qualities, and puzzling and varied are the ways in which they make their desires known in this circle of firelight we call the physical world," said Hilts solemnly. She winked at Esk. "Well, really," snapped Granny. "No, straight up," said Hilts. "It's true." "Hmph." "I see you going upon a long

Paul Klee Zitronen

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

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'Look,' he said. 'Go away. I'm giving you to yourself, do you understand?'
He turned his back on it and stalked away. After a few seconds he was aware of the little footsteps behind him. He spun around.
'I said two dots on a dwindling landscape which, as the perspective broadened, included a tiny ship starting out across a wide green sea that was but a part of a bright circling ocean on a cloud-swirled Disc on the back of four giant elephants that themselves stood on the shell of an enormous turtle.
Which soon became a glint among the stars, and disappeared.
I don't want you!' he snapped, and gave it a kick.The Luggage sagged. Rincewind stalked away.After he had gone a few yards he stopped and listened. There was no sound. When he turned the Luggage was where he had left it. It looked sort of huddled. Rincewind hought for a while.'All right, then,' he said. 'Come on.'He turned his back and strode off to the University. After a few minutes the Luggage appeared to make up its mind, extended its legs again and padded after him. It didn't see that it had a lot of choice.They headed along the quay and into the city,

Pino SWEET DREAMS

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

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There have been three general theories put forward to explain the phenomenon of the wandering shops or, as they are generically known, tabernae vagantes.
The first The third is that they are simply a very clever way of getting around the various Sunday Closing acts.
All these theories, diverse as they are, have two things in common. They explain the observed facts, and they are completely and utterly wrong.
&nbpostulates that many thousands of years ago there evolved somewhere in the multiverse a race whose single talent was to buy cheap and sell dear. Soon they controlled a vast galactic empire or, as they put it, Emporium, and the more advanced members of the species found a way to equip their very shops with unique propulsion units that could break the dark walls of space itself and open up vast new markets. And long after the orlds of the Emporium perished in the heat death of their particular universe, after one last defiant fire sale, the wandering starshops still ply their trade, eating their way through the pages of spacetime like a worm through a three-volume novel.The second is that they are the creation of a sympathetic Fate, charged with the role of supplying exactly the right thing at the right time.

Zhang Xiaogang A Big Family

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

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The wizards looked at one another, embarrassed. Eventually Wert said. 'Yes. All right. Cards on the table. I an't seem to locate him.'
'I've tried scrying,' said another. 'Nothing.'
'I've sent familiars,' said a third. The others sat up. If confessing failure was the order of the day, then they were damn well going to make it clear that they had failed heroically.that all? I've sent demons.'
'I've looked into the Mirror of Oversight.'
'Last night I sought him out in the Runes of M'haw.'
'I'd like to makeuneasily in his seat.
'Yes, with bells on, I expect,' said someone.
'I never said they answered, did I?'
Trymon looked along the table.
'I've sent someone to find him,' he said.
Wert snorted. 'That didn't work out so well the last two times, did it?'
'That was because we relied on magic, but it is obvious that Rincewind is somehow hidden from magic. But he can't hide his footprints.' it clear that I tried both the Runes and the Mirror and the entrails of a manicreach.''I've spoken to the beasts of the field and the birds of the Air.''Any good?''Nah.'Well, I've questioned the very bones of the country, yea, and the deep stones and the mountains thereof.'There was a sudden chilly silence. Everyone looked at the wizard who had spoken. It was Ganmack Treehallet, of the Venerable Seers, who shifted

James Jacques Joseph Tissot Journey of the Magi

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

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Those wizards with enough marbles left to think with and enough breath to run followed him, running through continents that sleeted smoothly through the solid stone.

It was a still night, tinted with the promise of dawn. A crescent moon was just setting. Ankh-Morpork, largest city in the of the less law-abiding citizens were wide awake and, for instance, climbing through windows that didn't, t belong to them, slitting throats, mugging one another, listening to loud music in smoky cellars and gener,erally having a lot more fun. But most of the animals were asleep, except for the rats. And the bats, too, of course. As far as the insects were concerned . . .
The point is that descriptive writing is very rarely entireliy accurate and during the reign of Olaf Quimby II is Patrician of Ankh some legislation was passed in a determined attempt to put a stop to this sort of thing and introduce some honesty into reporting. Thus, if a legend said of a notable hero that 'all men lands around the Circle Sea, slept.That statement is not really true.On the one hand, those parts of the city which normally concerned themselves with, for example, selling vegetables, shoeing horses, carving exquisite small jade ornaments, changing money and making tables, on the whole, slept. Unless they had insomnia. Or had got up in the night. as it might be, to go to the lavatory. On the other hand, many

Vincent van Gogh Ladies of Arles

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

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priapic Hrun into a Hrun moving sideways at eighty miles an hour with no ill-effects whatsoever, except for a few wasted dimensional echoes of a theory being at the same instant hatched in the mind of an early psychiatrist in an adjacent universe, possibly because the dimension-leak was flowing both ways, and for a moment the psychiatrist saw the girl on the dragon. The loremaster smiled.
"Want to bet that she won't catch him?" said Greicha, in a voice of worms and sepulchres, right by his earmouthfuls of wine. Another effect was to cause Liessa to scream with rage and summon her dragon. As the gold beast materialised in front of her she leapt astride it, still naked, and snatched a crossbow from one of the guards. Then she was airborne, while the other dragonriders swarmed towards their own beasts.The Loremaster, watching from the pillar he had prudently slid behind in the mad scramble happened at that moment to catch the cross

Leroy Neiman International Horse Show New York

2009-02-27T22:54:00.000-08:00

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were still faintly transparent. While the men around her take their hookboots from the rack. Liessa bends her mind to the task of full visualisation; about her in the musty air the dragons become fully visible, bronze scales dully reflecting the sunbeam shafts. Her mind throbs, but now that the Power is flowing fully she can, with barely a wander mounts wait among the herd. Far above are the distant rocks of the cavern floor, discoloured by centuries of dragon droppings.
Moving with the easy gliding movement that is second nature Liessa sets off towards her own dragon, Laolith, who turns his great horsey head towards herof concentration, think of other things.Now she too buckles on the hookboots and turns a graceful cartwheel to bring their hooks, with a faint clung, against a couple of the walking rings in the ceiling.Only now it is the floor. The world has changed. Now she is standing on the edge of a deep bowl or crater, floored with the little rings across which the dragonriders are already strolling with a pendulum grit. In the centre of the bowl their huge

Thomas Kinkade Key West

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

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How do you do that? By not forcing them to learn, but by being a role model for them and showing your enthusiasm for learning, by exposing them to all kinds of exciting things and talking with them about it and learning about these things together (when they’re interested), by helping them explore things that excite them (Make reading fun. Make it a time of bonding between the two of you. Make it something your child looks forward to doing each day. Do not make reading a forced thing — encourage it, make it fun, don’t force them to read if they don’t want to.
Make it a routine — do it at the same time(s) of day, in the same place, such whatever those things are).However, if you’d like them to learn the love of reading you yourself have, there are things you can do that are consistent with the philosophy in the paragraph above.Start by reading to your child. You can start from the moment he’s born (or earlier), but whenever you start is good. Read fun books, exciting books, adventurous books. Here’s a good place to start: Best All-Time Children’s Books.

Jack Vettriano Private Dancer

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

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Windows Vista comes with some great power features, which enable you to eke out the best performance when you're plugged into the mains, and optimise battery life when on the move. Type power options into the Start Search drawing power from the battery and, when not connected, looking for networks. When you're using your laptop away from the grid, the likelihood is you're away from wireless networks, so you can turn this device off. Many laptops have a function button that enables you to turn off the wireless adaptor manually to save yourself the unnecessary waste, but older laptops often don't have this. If this is the case, just go to the Control Panel, access box and choose Power saver from the list. The Windows Mobility Center has more methods for saving battery life. These include settings for powering off the monitor and kicking into sleep mode more quickly.3. Switch off Wi-FiOne of the biggest battery sappers is the wireless networking capabilities built into most laptops. Wi-Fi drains the battery by constantly

Edward Hopper Conference at Night

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

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After the first Age of Magic the disposal of grimoires began to become a severe problem on the Discworld. A spell is still a spell even when imprisoned temporarily in parchment and ink. It has potency. This is not a problem while the book's owner still lives, but on his death the Spell book becomes a source of uncontrolled power that cannot easily be defused.
In short, spell forms of magic. Here the more critical grimoires could be stored until their potency had attenuated.
That was how there came to be at Unseen University the Octavo, greatest of all grimoires, formerly owned by the Creator of the Universe. It was this book that Rincewind had once opened for a bet. He had only a second to stare at a page before setting off various alarm spells, but that was time enough for one spell to leap from it and settle in his memory like a toad in a stone.books leak magic. Various solutions have been tried. Countries near the Rim simply loaded down the books of dead mages with leaden pentagrams and threw them over the Edge. Near the Hub less satisfactory alternatives were available. Inserting the offending books in canisters of negatively polarized octiron and sinking them in the fathomless depths of the sea was one (burial in deep caves on land was earlier ruled out after some districts complained of walking trees and five-headed cats) but before long the magic seeped out and eventually fishermen complained of shoals of invisible fish or psychic clams.A temporary solution was the construction, in various centres of magical lore, of large rooms made of denatured octiron, which is impervious to most

John Singer Sargent Paul Helleu Sketching with his Wife

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

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What's he going on about?" said the sergeant doubtfully.
"He's pleased you rescued us," said Rincewind. He looked sidelong at the black box, half-expecting it to explode or emit at the box, too.
Twoflower smiled brightly at them.
"I'd like a record of the event," he said. "Do you think you could ask them all to stand over by the window, please? This won't take a moment. And, er, Rincewind? "
"Yes?"
Twoflower stood on tiptoe to whisper.
"I expect you know what this is, don't you?" Rincewind stared down at the box. It had a round glass eye "I'd like you in the picture, Rincewind. That's fine." Twoflower took out the golden disc that Rincewind had noticed before, squinted at its unseen face for a moment, muttered "Thirtprotruding from the centre of one face, and a lever at the back."Not wholly, " he said."It's a device for making pictures quickly," said Twoflower. "Quite a new invention. I’m rather proud of it but, look, I don't think these gentlemen would - well, I mean they might be - sort of apprehensive? Could you explain it to them? I'll reimburse them for their time, of course.""He's got a box with a demon in it that draws pictures," said Rincewind shortly. 'do what the madman says and he will give you gold."The Watch smiled nervously.y seconds should about do it," and said brightly, "Smile please!"
"Smile," rasped Rincewind. There was a whirr from the box.

Steve Thoms Field of Red and Gold

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

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simple murder, for lofur learned later that the other bear was his own father. Bears were brought up by their mothers, and seldom saw their fathers. Naturally lofur concealed the truth of what he had done; no one knew about it but lofur himself, and now Lyra knew as well.
She put "I beg your pardon, lofur Raknison!" she said. "I didn't know you were so strong and great!"
"What's this? Answer my question!"
"The first creature you killed was your own father. I think you're a new god, lofur Raknison. That's what you must be. Only a god would have the strength to do that."
"You know! You can see!"the alethiometer away, and wondered how to tell him about it."Flatter him!" whispered Pantalaimon. "That's all he wants."So Lyra opened the door and found lofur Raknison waiting for her, with an expression of triumph, slyness, apprehension, and greed."Well?"She knelt down in front of him and bowed her head to touch his left forepaw, the stronger, for bears were left-handed.

Andy Warhol Brooklyn Bridge

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

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and parted like angels' wings beating; cascades of luminescent glory tumbled down invisible crags to lie in swirling pools or hang like vast waterfalls.
So Lyra from Mrs. Coulter, flew directly alongside the basket, and Lyra saw her clearly for the first time.
She was young-younger than Mrs. Coulter; and fair, with bright green eyes; and clad like all the witches in strips of black silk, but wearing no furs, no hood or mittens. She seemed to feel no cold at all. Around her brow was a simple chain of little red flowers. She sat gasped at that, and then she looked below, and saw a sight almost more wondrous.As far as the eye could see, to the very horizon in all directions, a tumbled sea of white extended without a break. Soft peaks and vaporous chasms rose or opened here and there, but mostly it looked like a solid mass of ice.And rising through it in ones and twos and larger groups as well came small black shadows, those ragged figures of such elegance, witches on their branches of cloud-pine.They flew swiftly, without any effort, up and toward the balloon, leaning to one side or another to steer. And one of them, the archer who'd saved Lyra

Leroy Neiman High Stakes Blackjack Vegas

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

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saw him fall. But he should have been ready for this sort of attack. We know that."
"But we should have helped him! We should have been watching the alethiometer!"
"Hush. Pretend to be unconscious."
There was a "So will I. I'll kill them."
"So will lorek when he finds out. He'll crush them to death."
"How far are we from Bolvangar?"
Pantalaimon didn't know, but he thought it was less than a day's ride.whip cracking, and the howl of racing dogs. From the way she was being jerked and bounced about, Lyra could tell how fast they were going, and though she strained to hear the sounds of battle, all she made out was a forlorn volley of shots, muffled by the distance, and then the creak and rush and soft paw thuds in the snow were all there was to hear."They'll take us to the Gobblers," she whispered.The word severed came to their mind. Horrible fear filled Lyra's body, and Pantalaimon nestled close against her."I'll fight," he said.

Salvador Dali Portrait of the Cellist Ricard Pichot

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

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the side of anyone who pays them. They have no interest whatever in these questions; they have no daemons; they are unconcerned about human problems. At least, that is how bears used to be, but we have heard that their new king is of his piercing looks. This time she could feel his cold surprise.
Farder Coram shifted uncomfortably, and said, "The fact is, Lyra, I don't think he is. We heard he's serving out a term as an indentured laborer; he en't free, as we thought he might be, he's under sentence. Till he's discharged he won't be free to come, armor or no armor; and he won't never have that back, either."
"But he said they tricked him! They made him drunk and stole it away!"intent on changing their old ways....At any rate, the Dust hunters have paid them to imprison Lord Asriel, and they will hold him on Svalbard until the last drop of blood drains from the body of the last bear alive.""But not all bears!" Lyra said. "There's one who en't on Svalbard at all. He's an outcast bear, and he's going to come with us."The goose gave Lyra another

Thomas Kinkade The Edge of Wilderness

2009-02-18T22:38:00.000-08:00

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lock and went in. They hadn't been in but a minute when we heard a cry of fear, and Benjamin's daemon came a flying out and beckoned to us for help and flew in again, and we took our knife and ran in after her; only the place was dark, and full of wild forms and sounds that were confusing in their frightful movements; and we cast about, but protruding from Jacob's shoulder was the feathered end of an arrow in a mass
of clotted blood. The shaft and the head were so deep in the poor man's chest that only six inches or so remained above the skin. Lyra felt faint.
There was the sound of feet and voices outside on the jetty.there was a commotion above, and a fearful cry, and Benjamin and his daemon fell from a high staircase above us, his daemon a tugging and a fluttering to hold him up, but all in vain, for they crashed on the stone floor and both perished in a moment."And we couldn't see anything of Gerard, but there was a howl from above in his voice and we were too terrified and stunned to move, and then an arrow shot down at our shoulder and pierced deep down within...."The daemon's voice was fainter, and a groan came from the wounded man. Farder Coram leaned forward and gently pulled back the counterpane, and there

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with Flower

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

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when we retire into the parley room, you have my promise."
She sat down and a man stood up.
"Lord Faa, I heard you say that Lord Asriel is in captivity. Is it part of your plan to rescue him? Because if it is, and if he's in the power of them bears as I think you said, that's going to need more than a hundred and seventy men. And to mention. I'm truly sorry to distress anyone, but we all heard this kind of thing, and I want to get it out in the open. Now in case you find anything of that awful kind, Lord Faa, I hope you're good friend as Lord Asriel is to us, I don't know as there's any call on us to go as far as that.""Adriaan Braks, you're not wrong. What I had it in my mind to do was to keep our eyes and ears open and see what knowledge we can glean while we're in the North. It may be that we can do something to help him, and it may not, but you can trust me not to use what you've provided, man and gold, for any purpose outside the Another woman stood up."Lord Faa, we don't know what them Gobblers might've been doing to our children. We all heard rumors and stories of fearful things. We hear about children with no heads, or about children cut in half and sewn together, or about things too awful

George Frederick Watts The Recording Angel

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

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that there's a good chance someone, somewhere, will benefit.
5 Your (federal) taxes won't rise.
Never of the current crisis. While the American people are learning to live within their means, the new American government has discovered an unlimited (for now) line of credit. The United States may have led the world into this crisis, but the world now seems more than willing to lend us unlimited amounts of money to lead the way out.mind those campaign calls for higher taxes on Americans. Truth is, no politician is going to push for general tax increases in the midst of a severe recession.You may wonder: How is the government going to pay for that trillion-dollar stimulus package? Or the multitrillion-dollar bailout of financial institutions, auto companies and anyone else sideswiped by the current crisis? Or the continued wars in Iraq and Afghanistan? Or the (still) rapidly rising cost of the baby boomers' retirement?Well, that's the sweet secret

Jean Francois Millet The Walk to Work

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

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patent-leather shoes?"
Five minutes later Lyra was knocking on the door of the Master's lodging, the grand and slightly gloomy house that opened into the Yaxley Quadrangle and backed onto the Library g, an ermine now for politeness, rubbed himself against her leg. The door was opened by the Master's manservant Cousins, an old enemy of Lyra's; butLyra realized why they weren't going to dine in Hall: three of the guests were women.
"Ah, Lyra," said the Master. "I'm so glad you could come. Cousins, could you find some sort of soft drink? Dame Hannah, I don't think you've met Lyra...Lord Asriel's niece, you know."
Dame Hannah Relf was the head of one of the women's colleges, an elderly gray-haired lady whose daemon was a marmoset. Lyra shook hands as politely as she could, and both knew that this was a state of truce."Mrs. Lonsdale said I was to come," said Lyra."Yes," said Cousins, stepping aside. "The Master's in the drawing room."He showed her into the large room that overlooked the last of the sun shone into it, through the gap between the library and Palmer's Tower, and lit up the heavy pictures and the glum silver the Master collected. It also lit up the guests, and

Tamara de Lempicka Calla Lilies

2009-02-15T19:20:00.000-08:00

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friends. She knew that both Lord Asriel and the Master were members of the Cabinet Council, the Prime Minister's special advisory body, so it might have been something to do with that; but meetings of the Cabinet Council were war?"
"Not yet. Lord Asriel wouldn't be dining here if it was going to break out in the next week or so." "That's what I thought. But later?" "Shh! Someone's coming."
She sat up and put her eye to the crack of the door. It was the Butlerheld in the palace, not in the Retiring Room of Jordan College. Then there was the rumor that had been keeping the college servants whispering for days. It was said that the Tartars had invaded Muscovy, and were surging north to St. Petersburg, from where they would be able to dominate the Baltic Sea and eventually overcome the entire west of Europe. And Lord Asriel had been in the far North: when she'd seen him last, he was preparing an expedition to Lapland..."Pan," she whispered."Yes?""Do you think there'll be a

Pablo Picasso Crucifixion

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

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Because, Dr. Grumman, or John Parry, or whatever name you take up in whatever world you end up in, you be aware of this: I love that little child like a daughter. If I'd had a child of my own, I couldn't love her more. And if you break that oath, whatever remains of me will pursue whatever remains of you, and you'll spend the rest of eternity wishing you never existed. That's how important that oath is."
"I ," said Hester. "You cain't see to the right from there, and they could rush us. Take the smaller one."
There was a roaring in Lee's ears that had nothing to do with the conflagration in the forest below, or with the laboring drone of the zeppelin trying understand. And you have my word.""Then that's all I need to know. Go well."The shaman held out his hand, and Lee shook it. Then Grumman turned and made his way up the gulch, and Lee looked around for the best place to make his stand."Not the big boulder, Lee

Rembrandt Samson And Delilah

2009-02-12T00:45:00.000-08:00

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detector that keeps out unwanted messages. Best of all, Gmail is fast—you can switch between messages and folders quicker than you can in any other e-mail program, even desktop-based systems. Coleman told me that the team is constantly measuring and tweaking the responsiveness of its interface. (The software gives coders a readout of how long, on average, various tasks take to complete.) The Gmail managers are also gaga over user-interface tests: Before instituting any major feature, developers bring users into a whiz-bang lab outfitted with cameras and eye-tracking detector that keeps out unwanted messages. Best of all, Gmail is fast—you can switch between messages and folders quicker than you can in any other e-mail program, even desktop-based systems. Coleman told me that the team is constantly measuring and tweaking the responsiveness of its interface. (The software gives coders a readout of how long, on average, various tasks take to complete.) The Gmail managers are also gaga over user-interface tests: Before instituting any major feature, developers bring users into a whiz-bang lab outfitted with cameras and eye-tracking see how people react to the new stuff.
see how people react to the new stuff.

Caravaggio The Incredulity of Saint Thomas

2009-02-11T00:14:00.000-08:00

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was silent. He fell to his knees on the dewy grass and fumbled for the alethiometer.
"Here," he said to Lyra.
She took it. With shaking hands he slid the knife back into its sheath. Then he lay down trembling in all his limbs and closed his eyes, and felt the moonlight bathing him with silver, and felt Lyra undoing his bandage and tying it up stuff. Come on, I'll make a new bandage, I'll put some to cook, I'll make some omelette, whatever you want, and we'll sleep… We'll be safe now we've got the alethiometer back, you'll see. I'll do nothing now except help you find your father, I promise…"
She helped him up, and they walked slowly through the great white-gleaming house under the moon.again with delicate, gentle movements."Oh, Will," he heard her say. "Thank you for what you done, for all of it…""I hope the cat's all right," he muttered. "She's like my Moxie. She's probably . In her own world again. She'll be all right now.""You know what I thought? I thought for a second she was your daemon. She done what a good daemon would have done, anyway. We rescued her and she rescued us. Come on, Will, don't lie on the grass, it's wet. You got to come and lie down in a proper bed, else you'll catch cold. We'll go in that big house over there. There's bound to be beds and food and

Vincent van Gogh Fishing Boats on the Beach

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

Vincent van Gogh Fishing Boats on the BeachVincent van Gogh Cornfield with CypressesVincent van Gogh Cherry Tree
protect oneself. There are also some personality theorists who postulate that laughing, and even the degree to which we are ticklish, is based on how anxious or jumpy we are as people. They believe that those who are more study conducted at the University of San Diego challenged these social hypotheses. Researchers created a tickle machine to test whether participants would have the same reaction to a non-human tickling sensation, and many ended up having similar responses—laughing, twitching uncontrollably—to those tickled by another person. Another study also found that rats similarly laugh when tickled, implying that the laughter might be reflexive, at least initially, rather than socially learned.
Our common response to tickling may start out
prone to anxiety tend to have the most uncontrolled reactions to tickling, and that even the anticipation alone can set them off. However, one

John William Waterhouse Circe offering the Cup to Ulysses

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

John William Waterhouse Circe offering the Cup to UlyssesJohn William Waterhouse BoreasJohn William Waterhouse Ariadne
the pale-haired man, so Lyra could dash out and away before they got through.
Across the road, ignoring the cars, the brakes, the squeal of tires; into this gap between tall buildings, and then another road,up Norham a quiet tree-lined road of tall Victorian houses near the park.
She stopped to gain her breath. There was a tall hedge in front of one of the with a low wall at its foot, and she sat there tucked closely in under the privet.
"She helped us!" Pantalaimon said. "Dr. Malone with cars from both directions. But she was quick, dodging bicycles, always with the pale-haired man just behind her—oh, he was frightening!Into aover a fence, through some bushes—Pantalaimon skimming overhead, a swift, calling to her which way to go; crouching down behind a coal bunker as the pale man's footsteps came racing past, and she couldn't hear him panting, he was so fast, and so fit; and Pantalaimon said, "Back now! Go back to the road—"So she crept out of her hiding place and ran back across the grass, out through the garden gate, into the open spaces of the Banbury Road again; and once again she dodged across, and once again tires squealed on the road; and then she was running

Leroy Neiman Bullfight

2009-02-05T00:25:00.000-08:00

Leroy Neiman BullfightLeroy Neiman Bucking BroncLeroy Neiman Blood Tennis
the monster in the closet. You know that it has not grown bigger than the closet and busted down the door, but you don't know exactly how big it is in there," Priedhorsky said. However, the most startling fact about Wikipedia remains how accurate it is, not how inaccurate.
"As a researcher, I'm. Any controversial edit is likely to be quickly seen by many people."
What opponents fear most from the new "flagged revisions" rule is that it could put off a new generation of writers and editors, slamming this extraordinary global phenomenon into reverse. It's not something that seems to worry baffled that it works, but Wikipedia is one of the wonderful things that has happened in the 21st century. Many hands make light work. There are millions of people who edit Wikipedia, and many of them track changes to the pages they are interested in. I have 43 pages on my watchlist, for example, covering subjects I know things about

Leroy Neiman High Seas Sailing II

2009-02-04T23:33:00.000-08:00

Leroy Neiman High Seas Sailing IILeroy Neiman High Altitude SkiingLeroy Neiman Hawaiian Surfers
What am I interested in?" she said. "Oh, all sorts of things, really. Those skulls I got interested in just now, when I saw them there. I shouldn't think anyone would want that done. It's horrible."
"No, I wouldn't enjoy it myself, but I promise you it does happen. I could take you to meet someone who's done it," he ," he said, handing her a card. "Just in case you want to know more about things like this."
"Thank you," she said blandly, and put it in the little pocket on the back of her rucksack before leaving. She felt he was watching her all the way out.
Once she was outside the museum, she turned in to the park, which she said, looking so friendly and helpful that she was very nearly tempted. But then out came that little dark tongue point, as quick as a snake's, flick-moisten, and she shook her head."I got to go," she said. "Thank you for offering, but I better not. Anyway, I got to go now because I'm meeting someone. My friend," she added. "Who I'm staying with.""Yes, of course," he said kindly. "Well, it was nice talking to you. Bye-bye, Lizzie.""Bye," she said."Oh, just in case, here's my name and address

Leroy Neiman Carnaval Suite Panteras

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

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would willingly join forces with him, because he hates the Church and all it does."
"That is what I have to say."
Ruta Skadi spoke passionately, and Serafina admired her power and her beauty. When the Latvian queen sat down, Serafina turned to Lee Scoresby.
"Mr. Scoresby is a came from another world. I won't trespass long on your patience."
"When I was traveling north to Bolvangar with the gyptians, the child Lyra told me about something that happened in the used to live in, back in Oxford. Lord Asriel had shown the other scholars the severed head of a man called Stanislaus Grumman, and that kinda persuaded them to give him some money to come north and find out what had happened."
"Now, the child was so sure of what she'd seen that I didn't like to question friend of the child's, and thus a friend of ours," she said. "Would you tell us your thoughts, sir?"The Texan got to his feet, whiplash-lean and courteous. He looked as if he were not conscious of the strangeness of the occasion, but he was. His hare daemon, Hester, crouched beside him, her ears flat along her back, her golden eyes half closed."Ma'am," he said, "I have to thank you all first for the kindness you've shown to me, and the help you extended to an aeronaut battered by winds that

Claude Monet Apple Trees In Blossom

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

Claude Monet Apple Trees In BlossomClaude Monet Haystack at GivernyClaude Monet Girls In A Boat
weight of the world haven't overcome you. If your day isn't marked by at least a few dozen, then you need to explore whether you are depressed or overly stressed.
2. Treat yourself to a comedy festival. Rent movies like Meet the Parents; Young Frankenstein; Pee-Wee's Big Adventure; Monty about. By revealing your vulnerable moments and being self-deprecating, you open yourself up much more to the
4. Anytime something annoying and frustrating occurs, turn it on its head and find the humor. Sure, you can be angry at getting splashed with mud, stepping in dog poop, or inadvertently throwing a red towel in with the white laundry. In fact, that is probably the most normal response. But it doePython and the Holy Grail; This Is Spinal Tap; Animal House; Blazing Saddles; Trading Places; Finding Nemo. Reward yourself frequently with the gift of laughter, Hollywood style.3. Recall several of the most embarrassing moments in your life. Then find the humor in them. Now practice telling stories describing them in a humorous way. It might take a little exaggeration or dramatization, but that's what good storytelling is all

Juan Gris Man in the Cafe

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

Juan Gris Man in the CafeJuan Gris BreakfastGeorge Bellows Stag at Sharkey's
he has, she thought, and moved on.
There was not much traffic in the High Street, and when they turned down the steps opposite Magdalen college toward the gate of the Botanic Garden, they were completely alone. There was an ornate gateway, with stone seats inside it,with a fountain under a wide-spreading tree, and then struck off to the left between beds of plants toward a huge many-trunked pine. There was a massive stone wall with a doorway in it, and in the farther part of the garden, the trees were younger and the planting less formal. Lyra led him almost to the end of the garden, over a little bridge, to a wooden seat under a spreading, low-branched tree.
"Yes!" she said. "I hoped so much, and here it is, just the same.. .Will, I used to come here in my Oxford and sit on this exact same bench whenever I wanted and while Mary and Serafina sat there, Will and Lyra climbed over the iron fence into the garden itself. Their daemons slipped through the bars and flowed ahead of them into the garden."It's this way," said Lyra, tugging at Will's hand.She led him past a pool

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna Litta

2009-02-01T18:54:00.000-08:00

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna LittaLeonardo da Vinci Female HeadLeonardo da Vinci Annunciation
glory of God, till I saw there wasn't any God at all and that physics was more interesting anyway. The Christian religion is a very powerful and convincing mistake, that's all."
"When did youbefore; in fact, I'd never been out of England. The whole plane flight, the hotel, the bright sunlight, the foreign languages all around me, the well-known people who were going to speak, and the thought of my own paper and wondering whether anyone would turn up to listen and whether I'd be too nervous to get the words out... Oh, I was keyed up with excitement, I can't tell you.
"And I was so innocent, you have to remember that. I'd been stop being a nun?" said Lyra."I remember it exactly," Mary said, "even to the time of day. Because I was good at physics, they let me keep up my university see, and I finished my doctorate and I was going to teach. It wasn't one of those orders where they shut you away from the world. In fact, we didn't even wear the habit; we just had to dress soberly and wear a crucifix. So I was going into university to teach and do research into particle physics."And there was a conference on my subject and they asked me to come and read a paper. The conference was in Lisbon, and I'd never been there

Jack Vettriano The Temptress

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

Jack Vettriano The TemptressJack Vettriano The Star CafeJack Vettriano The Sparrow and the Hawk
They're friendly," she said, "it's all right, Will, they're looking for us, they knew we were here... And it's odd, I can't quite make it out... Dr. Malone ?"
She said the name half to herself, because she couldn't believe Dr. Malone would be in this world. Still, the alethiometer , but not with the mild, passive curiosity of cows gathering at a gate. These were individuals, lively with intelligence and purpose. They were people.
Will and Lyra moved down the slope until they were close enough to speak to them. In spite of what Lyra had said, Will kept his hand on the knife.
"I don't know if you understand me," Lyra said cautiously, "but I know you're friendly. I think we should...”
The leader moved his trunk and said, "Come see Mary. You indicated her clearly, although of course it couldn't give her name. Lyra put it away and stood up slowly beside Will."I think we should go down to them," she said. "They en't going to hurt us."Some of them had stopped, waiting. The leader moved ahead a little, trunk raised, and they could see how he propelled himself with powerful backward strokes of his lateral limbs. Some of the creatures had gone to the pond to drink; the others waited

Edward Hopper Gas

2009-01-21T00:11:00.000-08:00

Edward Hopper GasEdward Hopper Room in BrooklynEdward Hopper Ground Swell
threw himself down in the mud with only one thing in his mind.
"Tialys! Tialys!" he cried, and avoiding the snapping teeth, he hauled the biggest cliff-ghast's head aside. Tialys wasAs the hawk spread its wings and lifted away from one hand, Lyra felt the little weight of Salmakia fall into the other, and knew sweep down at the bear's neck, but Iorek Byrnison in his armor weighed nearly two tons, and nothing at that range could withstand him. Horse and rider, both of them smashed and shattered, fell harmlessly "Lee!" said Iorek. "Lee, my comrade, I have never seen this before. You are dead, what am I speaking to?"
"Iorek, old feller, you don't know the quick! Quick, Lyra!"
"Pan, darling, I'm here...”
She hurled herself into the dark, sobbing and shaking, and Will tore down branches and ivy and slashed at brambles

Gustav Klimt Mother and Child detail from The Three Ages of Woman

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

Gustav Klimt Mother and Child detail from The Three Ages of WomanMichelangelo Buonarroti The Creation of AdamMichelangelo Buonarroti Creation of Adam
stuck to one of the pads of the clasp in the resonating chamber, there was a single dark gold hair.
She cried a great : Lord Asriel's hands. There was nothing to be surprised at anymore; the intention craft stood behind him, poised on the slope and perfectly level. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the craft, ignoring the gunfire, the billowing smoke, the cries of alarm and confusion.
"Is he dead? Did it go off?" she managed to say.
Lord Asriel climbed in beside her, and the snow leopard leapt in, toowail of anguish, and shook and shook the cage, trying to loosen the hair with the little strength she had left. The President passed his hands over his face, wiping it clear of the rain. His mouth moved as though he were speaking, but she couldn't hear a word. She tore at the mesh, helpless, and then hurled her whole weight against the machine as he brought two wires together with a spark. In utter silence the brilliant silver blade shot down.Something exploded, somewhere, but Mrs. Coulter was beyond feeling it.There were hands lifting her up

Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring

2009-01-20T01:29:00.001-08:00

Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl EarringGustav Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio)Vincent van Gogh Self Portrait
lift six other keys out of the way before the black-taped one was free. Any second now they'd get the light back on, but even in the half-dark they could hardly miss two men lying unconscious ...
And as he hoisted the keyuntil he reached Mrs. Coulter.
A second later she had unlocked the handcuffs and lowered them silently to the ground. Lord Roke leapt for the hem of her coat and ran up to her shoulder.
"Where's the bomb?" he said, close to her ear. "They've just begun to unload it 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 thing...” "Are they breathing?"Then the floodlight, secure again, snapped on once more. Lord Roke was caught in the open, as clear as a fox in the headlights of a car. He stood stock-still, his eyes moving left and right, and once he was sure that everyone's attention was on the two men who had fallen so mysteriously, he hauled the key to his shoulder and ran around the puddles and the boulders

Edward Hopper Sunday

2009-01-18T21:30:00.001-08:00

Edward Hopper SundayAmedeo Modigliani Reclining NudePierre Auguste Renoir Dance at Bougival I
growing leaves and the young flowers and the seedpods.
I could see that there is a current of sraf high in the treetops, she went on, and it moves against the wind. The air is moving fertilize them like pollen from the stars.
But the sraf isn't falling down, it's moving out toward the sea. When a flower happens to be facing the land, the sraf can enter it. That's why there are still some seedpods growing. But most of them face upward, and the sraf just drifts past without entering. The flowers must have evolved like that because in the past all the sraf fell straight down. Something has happened to the sraf, not to the trees. And you can only see that current from high up, which is why you never knew about it.inland off the sea, but the sraf is moving slowly against it. Can you see that from the ground? Because I could not.No, said Sattamax. That is the first we ever heard about that.Well, she continued, the trees are filtering the sraf as it moves through them, and some of it is attracted to the flowers. I could see it happening: the flowers are turned upward, and if the sraf were failing straight down, it would enter their petals and

Jack Vettriano a letter of Consequence

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

Jack Vettriano a letter of ConsequenceJack Vettriano A Kind of Loving IIJack Vettriano a Fille a la moto
killed as well, and roasted and eaten, had not Will rescued her just in time and taken her back to the wolves, in the forest where he was being brought ,; up as one of them. He had fallen overboard as a baby from the side of his father's ship and when Jordan was attacked by the brickburners who lived in the clay beds, they had to escape in a hurry; so she and Will and Roger captured a gyptian narrow boat and sailed it all the way down the Thames, nearly getting caught at Abingdon Lock, and then they'd been sunk by the Wapping pirates and had been washed up on a desolate shore, where a female wolf had suckled him and kept him alive.The people ate up this nonsense with placid credulity, and even the deaths crowded close to listen, perching on the bench or lying on the floor close by, gazing at her with their mild and courteous faces as she spun out the tale of her lifewith Will in the forest.He and Lyra stayed with the wolves for a while, and then moved to Oxford to work in the kitchens of Jordan college. There they met Roger, and

Jack Vettriano Model in Westwood

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

Jack Vettriano Model in WestwoodJack Vettriano Model in BlackJack Vettriano Model at Mirror
destruction was coming anyway; maybe I have held it off. So I am troubled, having to do un-bearlike deeds and speculate and doubt like a human.
"And I shall tell you one thingHe walked with Iorek up the slope toward the cave, where the fire glow still shone warmly in the vast surrounding dark.
There Iorek carried out the last process in the mending of the subtle knife. He laid it among . You know it already, but you don't want to, which is why I tell you openly, so that you don't mistake it. If you want to succeed in this task, you must no longer think about your mother. You must put her aside. If your mind is divided, the knife will break."Now I'm going to say farewell to Lyra. You must wait in the cave; those two spies will not let you out of their sight, and I do not want them listening when I speak to her."Will had no words, though his breast and his throat were full. He managed to say, "Thank you, Iorek Byrnison," but that was all he could say.

Thomas Kinkade HOMETOWN MEMORIES

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

Thomas Kinkade HOMETOWN MEMORIESThomas Kinkade CHRISTMAS MEMORIESThomas Kinkade Boston
What I'm afraid of," said Will after a minute, not looking at her at all, "is getting stuck somewhere and never seeing my mother again."
From being like that to me; she was the housekeeper at Jordanshe did was make sure I was clean, that's all she thought about... oh, and manners... But in the cave, Will, I really felt, oh, it's strange, I know she's done terrible things, but I really felt she was loving me and looking after me... She must have thought I was going to die, being asleep all that time, I suppose I must've caught some disease, but she never stopped looking after me. And I remember waking up once or twice and she was nowhere a memory came to him: he was very young, and it was before her troubles began, and he was ill. All night long, it seemed, his mother had sat on his bed in the dark, singing nursery rhymes, telling him stories, and as long as her dear voice was there, he knew he was safe. He couldn't abandon her now. He couldn't! He'd look if she needed it.And as if Lyra had known what he was thinking, she said warmly:"Yeah, that's true, that would be awful... You know, with my mother, I never realized... I just grew up on my own, really; I don't remember anyone ever holding me or cuddling me, it was just me and Pan as far back as I can go... I can't remember Mrs. Lonsdale

Paul Klee Around the Fish

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

Paul Klee Around the FishPaul Klee Ancient SoundRene Magritte Homesickness
language.
The people watching looked at one another in bewilderment, and those who could understand translated for the others. called out, "If I make the bear give way, you must agree to sell them fuel. Then they'll go on along the river and leave you alone. You must agree. If you don't, they'll destroy all of you."
He knew that the huge bear was only a few yards behind him, but he didn't turn; he watched the townspeople talking, gesticulating, arguing, and after a minute, a voice called, "Boy! Make the bear agree!"
Will turned back. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath and called:
"Bear! You must agree. If you give way to me, the fighting has to stop, and you can buy fuel and go peacefully up the river.""I'll fight you, in single combat," cried Will, "and if you give way, then the fighting has to stop."The bear didn't move. As for the people, as soon as they understood what Will was saying, they shouted and jeered and hooted with mocking laughter. But not for long, because Will turned to face the crowd, and stood cold-eyed, contained, and perfectly still, until the laughter stopped. He could feel the blackbird-Balthamos trembling on his shoulder.When the people were silent, he

Leonardo da Vinci Female Head

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

Leonardo da Vinci Female HeadLeonardo da Vinci AnnunciationThomas Kinkade Seaside Village
more than once: a quality of resonance, like the feeling of striking a heavy wooden drum, except of course that it came, like every other one, in the tiniest movement through the empty air.
There it was. He moved away and felt somewhere else: there it was again.
He cut through and meant the Cittagazze-world he'd just left.
With a deep sense of relief, Will went back to the camp by the lake, closing everything behind him. Now he could find his way Home; now he would not get lost; now he could hide when he needed to, and move about safely.
With every increase in his knowledge came a gain in strength. He sheathed the found that his guess was right. The resonance meant that the ground in the world he'd opened was in the same place as this one. He found himself looking at a grassy upland meadow under an overcast sky, in which a herd of placid beasts was grazing, animals such as he'd never seen before, creatures the size of bison, with wide horns and shaggy blue fur and a crest of stiff hair along their backs.He stepped through. The nearest animal looked up incuriously and then turned back to the grass. Leaving the window open, Will, in the other-world meadow, felt with the knifepoint for the familiar snags and tried them.Yes, he could open his own world from this one, and he was still high above the farms and hedges; and yes, he could easily find the solid resonance that

Amedeo Modigliani Red Nude

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

Amedeo Modigliani Red NudeAmedeo Modigliani Portrait of Jeanne HebuterneAmedeo Modigliani Nude Sdraiato
Why did the little boy keep calling Lyra's name?
Hope.
Who were they?
Ghosts.
And Lyra couldn't touch them, no matter how she tried. Her baffled hands moved through and through, and still the little boy stood there pleading.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 closed lids. She was beginning to stir: Mrs. Coulter had felt her eyelashes flutter
"Roger," she said, but her voice came out in a whisper. "Oh, Roger, where are you? What is this place?"
He said, "It's the world of the dead, Lyra, I dunno what to do, I dunno if I'm here forever, and I dunno if I done bad things or what, because I tried to be good, but I hate it, I'm scared of it all, I hate it...”
And Lyra said, "I'llnight from now on.
Her daemon was discontented. He didn't like what she was doing here in the cave, and when he tried to express his concern, she

Jack Vettriano Zara Philips by Rankin

2009-01-12T00:40:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano Zara Philips by RankinJack Vettriano You Can't Come To This Party!Jack Vettriano Yesterday's Dreams
Earlier studies in rats had shown that animals that tend to explore and take more risks in new environments also tend to have fewer of these inhibitory receptors, and Zald wanted to find out if the same was true in people.
"This is one of those The findings support Zald's theory that people who take risks get an unusually big hit of dopamine each time they have a novel experience, because their brains are not able to inhibit the neurotransmitter adequately. That blast makes them feel good, so they keep returning for the rush from similarly risky or new behaviors, just like the addict seeking the next high.
"This finding is really interesting," says Dr. Bruce Cohen, director situations where the data came out essentially perfectly," he says. "The results were exactly as we predicted they would be, based on the animal data." That is, like the rats, humans who were more spontaneous and eager to take risks had fewer dopamine-regulating receptors than those who were more cautious.

Vincent van Gogh Stairway at Auvers

2009-01-11T23:09:00.000-08:00

Vincent van Gogh Stairway at AuversVincent van Gogh Souvenir de MauveVincent van Gogh Peach Tree in Bloom
It seems like guys, more than women, have a problem with laughter inthe bedroom. Sex with someone you love is supposed to be fun, right?So get over it.When you perform this technique, the two of you can't help but laughyour way through it. Between the sound and the tingling sensation, itfeels both great and funny at the same time.Here's your woman orally, making sure your mouth is wet enough toreactivate the candy. You may want to have glass of water nearby. Ifyou do, take an occasional sip to wet your mouth. It doesn't take much toget these things to explode.Continue your oral pleasuring. Reapply the candy as needed. It won'tbe long before your woman is in the throes of one of the most enjoyableorgasms she's ever had.What You Need:One bag of "exploding" candy.Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bentand legs slightly apart.Open the bag of "exploding" candy and sprinkle a generous amount onthe tip your tongue.Press your candy-filled tongue against the bottom of your woman'svagina and lick upwards to the clitoris. Your tongue should leave behinda trail of candy bits, activated and ready to explode.Pleasure

Andy Warhol Pink Cow

2009-01-09T20:52:00.000-08:00

Andy Warhol Pink CowAndy Warhol Page from Lips BookAndy Warhol Oxidation
"Indian-style" between your woman's legs.Cross the index and middle fingers of one of your hands (you know, thetraditional "keep your fingers crossed" gesture).Slowly insert your crossed fingers into your woman's vagina. As you dothis, rotate your forearm back and forth. Insert your fingers deep enoughso that your This is a very romantic technique that not only pleases your woman -- itgives you a little bit of a buzz, too.Here's What You Need:One pair of cotton panties.One bottle of wine.Here's How You Do It:Have your woman strip down to nothing but her cotton panties (makesure the panties are cotton; nylon just doesn't cut it for this one).With your woman standing, kneel down in front of her.Pull the waistline of her panties toward you, creating an opening abouttwo inches wide.Pour a small amount of wine into the panties and release. Let the winesoak the crotch of the panties as well as your woman's vagina.Now place your mouth against the crotch of her panties and suck thumb is now brushing her clitoris from side to side as yourforearm rotates.Continue until you pop your woman's cork.

Andy Warhol Diamond Dust Shoes 1980 Lilac Blue Green

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

Andy Warhol Diamond Dust Shoes 1980 Lilac Blue GreenAndy Warhol Daisy Double PinkAndy Warhol Daisy Blue on Blue
0205 GMT, Tokyo's Nikkei (.N225: Quote, Profile, Research) had eased 0.7 percent, reversing Monday's 1.2 percent rise, while MSCI's measure of other Asia Pacific stocks slipped 0.4 percent.
On Monday, had disappointed in their earnings outlook, sending microchip tester maker Advantest Corp (6857.T: Quote, Profile, Research) down a further 3.4 percent, after Monday's near 7-percent tumble sparked by its profit outlook cut.
Kookmin Bank (060000.KS: Quote, Profile, Research) also fell 3.4 percent a day after the South Korean lender forecast a tough year ahead and a squeeze on margins, while Seiko Epson (6724.T: Quote, Profile, Research) dropped 6.0 percent after it slashed its profit forecast for the year to March 2008.the MSCI index climbed 2.5 percent to a second straight record closing high, bringing total gains this year to 48 percent -- more than triple the gains for MSCI's main world equity index.EARNINGS EYEDInvestors punished firms that

Jack Vettriano The Singing Butler

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

Jack Vettriano The Singing ButlerJack Vettriano Dance Me To The End Of Love
like he used to. Deflation has reared its ugly head. Most of the new spending has been on counter terrorism that is not productive and taxes have not been reduced so the consumer can have more spendable cash. And a lot more.Go Up, Don't Buy It!" has helped thousands of people make money and keep their profits with his simple 2-step method. Read the first chapter at http://www.mutualfundmagic.com and discover why he's the man that Wall Street does not want you to know.
Copyright 2005The stock market rally has been in anticipation of greater corporate profits that could be a long way off.Now is the time to be wary of whom you listen to before you invest or make any changes in your s. The elephant being described to you may not look like that at all.Al Thomas' book, "If It Doesn't

Jack Vettriano Night Preparations

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

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She put into the boy's arms a bird which she held hidden under her cloak and, all radiant, spreading her dazzling veil with her two hands, she ran on, protecting her charges from the onslaught of Time.
In this way, they passed through several turquoise and sapphire galleries. It was magnificently beautiful, but they were in the Kingdom of the Future, where Time was the great master, and they must escape from his anger whichgiven to him by
He was so where he was going; his joy rang a victorious peal in his head that made him feel giddy; he was mad with pride; and this, worse luck, made him lose his coolness and his presence of mind! They were just about to cross the threshold of the palace, when a gust of wind swept through the entrance-hall, lifting up Light's veil and at last revealing the two Children to the eyes of Time, who was still pursuing them. With a roar of rage, he darted they had braved. Mytyl was terribly frightened and Tyltyl kept nervously turning round to Light. "Don't be afraid," she said. "I am the only person whom Time has respected since the world began. Only mind that you take care of the Blue Bird. He's gorgeous! He is quite, quite blue!" This thought enraptured the boy. He felt the precious treasure fluttering in his arms; his hands dared not press the pretty creature's soft, warm wings; and his heart beat against its heart. This time, he held the Blue Bird! Nothing could touch it, because it was

Andy Warhol Shot Orange Marilyn 1964 painting

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

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There were more kisses; all waved their handkerchiefs; all shouted a last good-bye. But the figures began to fade away; the little voices could no longer be heard; the two Children were once more wrapped in mist; and the old forest covered them with its great dark mantle.
"I'm so frightened! What had happened? How painful to him just then!
He had started on his journey with such zest and delight that he had not thought for a moment of the difficulties and dangers. Full of confidence, pluck and kindness, he had marched off, certain of finding the beautiful Blue Bird which would brinFairy's little girl. And now all his hopes !" whimpered Mytyl. "Give me your hand, little brother! I'm so frightened!" Tyltyl was shaking too, but it was his duty to try and comfort and console his sister: "Hush!" he said. "Remember that we are bringing back the Blue Bird!" As he spoke, a thin ray of light pierced the gloom; and the little boy hurried towards it. He was holding his cage tight in his arms; and the first thing he did was to look at his bird .... Alas and alack, what a disappointment awaited him! The beautiful Blue Bird of the Land of Memory had turned quite black! Stare at it as hard as Tyltyl might, the bird was black! Oh, how well he knew the old blackbird that used to sing in its wicker prison, in the old days, at the door of the house

Swatland Pond at Riversville Road

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

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situation of catch and release.After having given birth to my second child, I really felt this emptiness of not having any girlfriends to call and chat and just share my day with. I see women all around me who say that they speak to their BFF almost on a daily basis, if not numerous times through the day. I always say that I’m not much of a phone person and so I barely keep in touch with anyone. But now with a husband, two kids, and an evening job as a legal secretary, I really have no time. Or do I? I’ll tell you my story first and then put forward my question.
Growing up I was the typical tomboy, I was also very close with my younger brother, so that may explain the tomboy tendencies. I loved to rough house
My suggestion is to avoid boyfriend-hunting. The best guys are a haphazard discovery, not the result of a grand conquest to find the one. Dating is hard, confusing, exhausting, expensive, and emotionally draining. Perfect strangers enter the most personal realms of our being and we can only hope that they will actually appreciate it. In the age of instant gratification is always something that one should consider taking slowly.

Jack Vettriano Only the deepest Red II

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

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Oh yes," said Arthur with a sigh, "great wide rolling blue oceans ..." "Can't bear oceans," said Marvin. "Tell me," inquired Arthur, "do you get on well with other robots?" "Hate them," said Marvin. "Where are you going?" Arthur couldn't bear any more. He had got up again. "I think I'll just take another walk," he said. "Don't blame you," said Marvin and counted five hundred and ninety-seven thousand million sheep before falling asleep again a second later. Arthur slapped his arms about himself to try and get his circulation a little more enthusiastic about its job. He trudged back up the wall of the crater. Because the atmosphere was so thin and because there was no moon, nightfall was very rapid and it was by now very dark. Because of this, Arthur practically walked into the old man before he noticed him. long period of painstaking research during which he visited all the major centres of biro loss throughout the galaxy and eventually came up with a quaint little theory which quite caught the public imagination at the time. Somewhere in the cosmos, he said, along with all the planets inhabited by humanoids, reptiloids

Yue Minjun Silent Lake

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

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voice continued. "Please do not be alarmed," it said, "by anything you see or hear around you. You are bound to feel some initial ill effects as you have been rescued from certain death at an improbability level of two to the power of two hundred the door to the cubicle, trying to hold it closed, but it was ill fitting. Tiny furry little hands were squeezing themselves through the cracks, their fingers were inkstained; tiny voices chattered insanely. Arthur looked up. "Ford!" he said, "there's an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about and seventy-six thousand to one against - possibly much higher. We are now cruising at a level of two to the power of twenty-five thousand to one against and falling, and we will be restoring normality just as soon as we are sure what is normal anyway. Thank you. Two to the power of twenty thousand to one against and falling." The voice cut out. Ford and Arthur were in a small luminous pink cubicle. Ford was wildly excited. "Arthur!" he said, "this is fantastic! We've been picked up by a ship powered by the Infinite Improbability Drive! This is incredible! I heard rumors about it before! They were all officially denied, but they must have done it! They've built the Improbability Drive! Arthur, this is ... Arthur? What's happening?" Arthur had jammed himself against

Kroyer Holger Drachman

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

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WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Women who consume more than two alcoholic drinks a day have a higher risk of getting the most common type of heart rhythm disturbance, which can raise the chances of having a stroke, researchers said on Tuesday.
fibrillation at the outset of the study.There was no increased risk for the vast majority who drank either no alcohol or up to two drinks daily. But those who drank more had a 60 percent increased risk for atrial fibrillation.
The condition occurs when the heart's two upper chambers beat quickly and irregularly. Because blood is not pumped completely from the heart's upper chambers, it can pool and clot. If a piece of one of these clots becomes lodged in an artery in the brain, a stroke occurs.Previous research had shown that men who drink three or more alcoholic beverages daily have an elevated risk for atrial fibrillation, but the risk for women had not been clear.Researchers in the United States and Switzerland tracked 34,715 middle-aged American women for more than 12 years who did not have atrial

Stewart An Idle Afternoon

2008-12-25T22:12:00.000-08:00

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Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is." (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.) Nestling quietly on top of the towel in Ford Prefect's satchel, the . Ford clicked his tongue in irritation. "Drink up," he urged. At that moment the dull sound of a rumbling crash from outside filtered through the low murmur of the pub, through the sound of the jukebox, through the sound of the man next to Ford hiccupping over the whisky Ford had eventually bought him. Arthur choked on his beer, leapt to his feet. "What's that?" he yelped. "Don't worry," said Ford, "they haven't started yet." "Thank God for that," said Arthur and relaxed. "It's probably just your house being knocked down," said Ford, drowning his last Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic began to wink more quickly. Miles above the surface of the planet the huge yellow somethings began to fan out. At Jodrell Bank, someone decided it was time for a nice relaxing cup of tea. "You got a towel with you?" said Ford Prefect suddenly to Arthur. Arthur, struggling through his third pint, looked round at him. "Why? What, no ... should I have?" He had given up being surprised, there didn't seem to be any point any longer

Gockel Field of Tulips

2008-12-23T00:51:00.000-08:00

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ordinary spray can, but a “weaponized aerosol-dispersal unit (ADU) with a super-accelerant feature,” which had been designed by one of his university colleagues working under a generous grant from the Chinese military.The ADU would release its entire highly pressurized contents in six seconds. The molecules of the active ingredients were bonded to a gas that boasted such a highly efficient expansion factor that both floors of the groundskeeper’s felt through the plastic with his right hand until, between thumb and forefinger, he was able to get a firm grip on the ring-pull, which functioned [541] much like that on a grenade. He plucked out the ring and let it slide down the inside of the bag.The ten-second delay between activation and dispersal of the contents allowed the can to be thrown through an open door or window. Corky held fast to it and waited.building would be contaminated in fifty to seventy seconds.The ADU had been designed to contain anything from a sedative to a deadly nerve toxin that killed upon first inhalation.Corky had been unable to get his hands on a unit containing the nerve toxin. He’d had to be satisfied with the enough. Although deeply committed to societal collapse and its rebirth, he was not a man who killed indiscriminately. Lately, of course, more murder than usual had been required to advance his noble cause. But he liked to think of himself as one who could exercise restraint as easily as he could, in a pinch, let loose the beast within.With one finger, he poked a hole in the plastic sack, widened it, and slipped the upper half of the aerosol can into the bag. Using the all-weather tape, he created a seal where can and trash bag met.Holding the exposed end of the can in his left hand, he