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Jack Vettriano Working the Lounge

2009-05-15T01:14:00.001-07:00

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others nodded. No‑one really wanted to attempt to beat up the Librarian if there was anyone smaller available.
'What about the dwarf?'
'Ah.''I tink what he said,' said Cliff, 'was dat he'd give us twenty dollars with interest.'
'Same thing, isn't it? And he said he could get us more jobs. Did you read the contract?'
'Did you?'
'It was very small writing,' said Glod. He brightened up. 'But there was a lot of it,' he added. 'Bound to be a good contract, with that much writing on it.'
'The Librarian ran away,' said Buddy. 'Oooked a lot, and ran away'Someone said they thought he was Glod Glodsson. Lives in Phedre Road somewhere–’Clete growled. 'Get some of the lads over there right now. I want the position of musicians in this city explained to them right now. Hat. Hat. Hat.'The musicians hurried through the night, the din of the Mended Drum behind them.'Wasn't he nice,' said Glod. 'I mean, we haven't just got our pay, but he was so interested he gave us twenty dollars of his own money!'

Jack Vettriano Lines of Sacrifice

2009-05-13T01:05:00.001-07:00

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to admit . . . I never had an audience like dat in my whole life,' said Cliff.
‘Oook.' ain't no financial wizard.'
'Hah, I'd just like to see '
There was a knock on the door.
Cliff sighed. 'Dat'll be Hibiscus again,' he said. 'Pass me dat mirror. I'll try to hit one out on de other side.'
Buddy opened the door. Hibiscus was there, but behind a smaller man wearing a long coat and a wide, friendly grin.
'Ah,' said the grin. 'You'd be Buddy, right?'
‘Er, yes.''If we're so good,' said Glod, 'why ain't we rich?'"Cos you do the negotiatin',' said Cliff. 'If we've got to pay for der furniture, I'm soon goin' to have to eat my dinner through a straw.''You saying I'm no good?' said Glod, getting angrily to his feet.'You blow good horn. But you

Thomas Kinkade Deer Creek Cottage

2009-05-12T00:06:00.000-07:00

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She'd wanted to save his life, and that was right. She knew it. As soon as she'd seen his name she . . . well, it was important. She'd inherited some of Death's memory. She couldn't have met the boy, but perhaps he had. She felt that the name and the face had established themselves so deeply in her mind now that the rest of her thoughts 'I can't help it,' said Buddy. He wanted to sleep, but a rhythm was bouncing around inside his head.
'I saw it too,' said Cliff. 'When we was walking here, you were bouncing along.' He looked under the table. 'And you is tapping your feet.'
'And you keep snapping your fingers,' said Glod.
'I can't stop thinking about the music'What'll you change it to?' said Glod.
'I thought . . . don't laugh . . . I thought . . . Cliff?' said Lias.
'Cliff?'
'Good troll name. Very stony. Very rocky. Nothing wrong with it,' said Cliff né Lias, defensively.
'Well . . . yes . . . but, I dunno, I mean

Marc Chagall The Three Candles

2009-05-08T02:11:00.000-07:00

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sarge?'
'Anywhere not here.'
In the dark to try.
The room's only other occupants were a troll and a dwarf. He was not at ease in their company. They kept looking at him.
Finally the dwarf said, 'Are you elvish?'
'Me? No!'
'You look a bit elvish around the hair.'
'Not ellvish at allll. Honestlly.'mounds of merchandise, something felt their departure.Imp had already admired the Guild buildings ‑ the majestic frontage of the Assassins' Guild, the splendid columns of the Thieves' Guild, the smoking yet still impressive hole where the Alchemists' Guild had been up until yesterday. And it was therefore disappointing to find that the Guild of Musicians, when he eventually located it, wasn't even a building. It was just a couple of poky rooms above a barber shop.He sat in the brown‑walled waiting room, and waited. There was a sign on the wall opposite. It said 'For Your Comforte And Convenience YOU WILL NOT SMOKE'. Imp had never smoked in his life. Everything in Llamedos was too soggy to smoke. But he suddenly felt inclined

Francois Boucher Brown Odalisk

2009-05-06T01:27:00.001-07:00

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glanced around at it. Then he looked at it again. And looked up.
There was a glint of metal, on the roof of the Tower 'Sergeant, who's on the Tower?' he said.
'Cuddy, sir.'
'Oh. Right.' He coughed. 'Anyway, captain . . . we all clubbed together and—' He paused. 'Acting-Constable Cuddy, right?'
'Yeah. He's reliable.'
The Claws scrabbled on the dirt.
'He drew his sword!'
'What did you expect? One minute the lad is on top of the world, he's got a whole new interest in his life, something probably even better than goin' for walks, and then he turns round and what he sees is, basically, a wolf. You could of hinted. It's that time of the month, that sort of thing. You can't blame him for being surprised, really.'
Gaspode got to his feet. 'Now, are you going to come on out or have I got to come in there and be brutally savaged?'Patrician's carriage was halfway towards Sator Square now. Carrot could see the thin dark figure in the back seat.He glanced up at the great grey bulk of the tower.He started to run.'What's up?' said Colon. Vimes started to run, too.Detritus' knuckles hit the ground as he swung after the others.And then it hit Colon – a sort of frantic tingle, as though someone had blown on his naked brain.'Oh, shit,' he said, under his breath.

Herbert James Draper Portrait Of Miss Barbara De Selincourt

2009-05-05T01:42:00.000-07:00

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said Carrot. 'Everyone follow me.'
The babble stopped as the militia marched, lumbered, trotted and knuckled towards the Day Watch House.
A couple of very large trolls blocked the way. The crowd watched in expectant silence.
Any minute now, Colon thought, someone's going to throw something. And then we're all going to die.
He glanced up. Slowly and jerkily, gargoyle heads were appearing along the gutters. No-one wanted to miss a good fight.'Report to Corporal Nobbs for your weapons. Lance-Constable Detritus will administer the oath.' He stood back. 'Welcome to the Citizens' Watch. Remember, every lance-constable has a fieldmarshal's baton in his knapsack.'
The trolls hadn't moved.
Ain't gonna be inna Watch,' said Bauxite.
'Officer material if ever I saw it,' said Carrot.Carrot nodded at the two trolls.They'd got lichen all over them, Colon noticed.'It's Bluejohn and Bauxite, isn't it?' said Carrot.Bluejohn, despite himself, nodded. Bauxite was tougher, and merely glared.'You're just the sort I was looking for,' Carrot went on.Colon gripped his helmet like a size #10 limpet trying to crawl up into a size #1 shell. Bauxite was an avalanche with feet.'You're conscripted,' said Carrot.Colon peeked out from under the brim.

Juan Gris The Open Window

2009-05-04T01:27:00.000-07:00

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wouldn't dare fire that thing in here! That's a siege weapon! It'd go right through the wall!'
'Eventually,' said Nobby.
'What this bit for?' said Detritus.
'Now, look—'
'I hope you keep mind.'
He gently pushed the siege bow away, but Detritus hadn't liked the crack about people and it kept swinging back again.
'Now,' said Carrot, 'I don't like this element of coercion. We're not here to bully this poor man. He's a city employee, just like us. It's very wrong of you to put him in fear. Why not just ask?'
'Sorry, sir,' said Nobby.
Carrot patted the armourer on the shoulder.that thing maintained,' said Nobby. 'Them things were a bugger for metal fatigue. Especially on the safety catch.''What are a safety catch?' said Detritus.Everything went quiet.Carrot found his voice, a long way off.'Corporal Nobbs?''Yessir?''I'll take over from this point, if you don't

Mark Spain Pure Elegance

2009-04-29T00:10:00.000-07:00

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Frost covered the floor and the rows of hanging carcasses on their backwards journey through time. It also covered a Detritus-shapedwith numbers. Equations as complex as a neural network had been scraped in the frost. At some point in the calculation the mathematician had changed from using numbers to using letters, and then letters themselves hadn't been sufficient; brackets like cages enclosed expressions which were to normal mathematics what a city is to a map.
They got simpler as the goal neared – simpler, yet containing in the flowing lines of their simplicity a spartan and wonderful complexity. lump squatting in the middle of the floor.They carried it out into the sunlight.'Should his eyes be flashing on and off like that?' said Dibbler.'Can you hear me?' shouted Cuddy. 'Detritus?'Detritus blinked. Ice slid off him in the day's heat.He could feel the cracking up of the marvellous universe of numbers. The rising temperature hit his thoughts like a flamethrower caressing a snowflake.'Say something!' said Cuddy.Towers of intellect collapsed as the fire roared through Detritus' brain.'Hey, look at this,' said one of the apprentices.The inner walls of the warehouse were covered

Vincent van Gogh Fishing Boats on the Beach

2009-04-28T00:18:00.000-07:00

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opinion.'
'It wouldn't be so bad if he set some kind of social example,' said Lady Omnius,
'Or even governed,' said Lady Selachii. 'People seem to be able to get away with anything.'
'I admit that the .
He longed for the smell of damp streets and the feel of the cobbles under his cardboard soles. A tray of postprandial drinks was orbiting the table, but Vimes hadn't touched it, because it upset Sybil. And she tried not to show it, and that upset him even more.
The Bearhugger's had worn off. He hated being sober. It meant he started to think. One of the thoughts jostling for space was that there was no such thing as a humble opinion.
He hadn't had much experience with the rich and powerful. Coppers didn't, as a rule. It wasn't that they were less prone to old kings were not necessarily our kind of people, towards the end,' said the Duke of Eorle, 'but at least they stood for something, in my humble opinion. We had a decent city in those days. People were more respectful and knew their place. People put in a decent day's work, they didn't laze around all the time. And we certainly didn't open the gates to whatever riffraff was capable of walking through. And of course we also had law. Isn't that so, captain?'Captain Samuel Vimes stared glassily at a point somewhere to the left and just above the speaker's left ear.Cigar smoke hung almost motionless in the air. Vimes was dimly aware that he'd spent several hours eating too much food in the company of people he didn't like

Joseph Mallord William Turner Portsmouth

2009-04-27T00:32:00.000-07:00

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right . . . that's it, then, thank you,' said Sergeant Colon, after a while.
'—pro-tect the in-no-cent com-ma—'
'In your own time, Lance-Constable Detritus.'
The sergeant and Constable Cuddy, was a very small, raggedy man, whose beard and hair were so overgrown and matted together that he looked like a ferret peering out of a bush.
'—me brack-et af-ore-said de-it-y brack-et full stop.'
'Oh, no,' he said. 'What're you doing here, Here'n'now? Thank you, Detritus – don't salute - you can sit down now.'
'Mr Carrot brings me in,' said Here'n'now.
'Protective custody, sarge,' said Carrot.
'Again?' Colon unhooked the cell keys from their nail over the desk and tossed cleared his throat and consulted the clipboard again.'Now, Grabber Hoskins has been let out of jail again, so be on the look out, you know what he's like when he's had his celebratory drink, and bloody Coalface the troll beat up four men last night—''—in the caufe of said du-ty com-ma—''Where's Captain Vimes?' demanded Nobby. 'He should be doing this.''Captain Vimes is . . . sorting things out,' said Sergeant Colon. ' 'S'not easy, learning civilianing. Right.' He glanced at his clipboard again, and back to the guardsmen. Men . . . hah.His lips moved as he counted. There, sitting between Nobby

Pop art elvis

2009-04-24T00:08:00.000-07:00

Pop art elvis
well... well...”He caught the look on Magrat’s face, and sagged.“We done the play,” he said. “I told ‘em, let’s do the Stickand Bucket Dance instead, but they were set on this play. Andit all started all right and then, and then, and then... suddenlyThey were there, hundreds of ‘em, and everyone was runnin’,and someone bashed into me, and I rolled into the stream,and then there was all this noise, and I saw Jason
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Pratchett
Weaver’s mouth opened and shut a few times. Then he managed: “You see, my Eva said her granny always put a bowl of milk out for them, to keep them hap—“ “I see,” said Magrat, icily. “And the king?” “The king, miss?” said Weaver, buying time. “The king,” said Magrat. “Short man, runny eyes, ears that stick out a bit, unlike other ears in this vicinity very shortly.”
Weaver’s fingers wove around one another like tormented snakes.
“Well... Ogg hitting
four elves with the first thing he could get hold of—“
“Another elf?”
“Right, and then I found Eva and the kids, and then lots of people were running like hell for home, and there were these—
Gentry on horseback, and I could hear ‘em laughing, and we

John Singer Sargent A Morning Walk lady

2009-04-22T23:43:00.000-07:00

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That’s just old superstition! Anyway, everyone
knows elves were good, whatever Granny Weatherwax
says.”
Behind her, Shawn flinched. Magrat pulled the wrapped iron lumps out of the bed and tossed them into the comer.
“No old wives’ tales here, thank you very much. Is there anything else people haven’t been telling me, by any chance?”
Shawn shook his head, guiltily aware of the thing in the dungeon.
“Huh! Well, go “Has the king gone down to the Great Hall yet?”
“I think he’s still dressing, Miss Queen. He hasn’t rung for me to do the trumpet, I know that.”
In fact, Verence, who didn’t like going everywhere pre-ceded by Shawn’s idea of a fanfare, had already gone down-stairs incognito. But Magrat slipped along to his room, and knocked on the door.away. Verence wants the kingdom to be modem and efficient, and that means no horseshoes and stuff around the place. Go on, go away.”“Yes, Miss Queen.”At least I can do something positive around here, Magrat told herself.Yes. Be sensible. Go and see him. Talk. Magrat clung to the idea that practically anything could be sorted out if only people talked to one another.“Shawn?”He paused at the door.“Yes, ma’am?”

Mark Spain Contemplation

2009-04-21T00:18:00.000-07:00

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hunt. Had been the hunt.
Elves! The bastards . . . and yet ... and yet ... some-how, yes, they did things to memory.
Nanny Ogg turned over in bed. Greebo growled in protest.
Take dwarfs beauty and the way they move, and forget what they were. We’re like mice saying, “Say what you like, cats have got real style.”
People never quaked in their beds for fear of dwarfs. They never hid under the stairs from trolls. They might have chased ‘em out of the henhouse, but trolls and dwarfs were never any more than a bloody nuisance. They were never a terror in the night.
We only remembers that the elves sang. We forgets what it was they were singing about.and trolls, for e.g. People said: Oh, youcan’t trust ‘em, trolls are OK if you’ve got ‘em in front ofyou, and some of ‘em are decent enough in their way, but109Terry Pratchettthey’re cowardly and stupid, and as for dwarfs, well, they’re greedy and devious devils, all right, fair enough, sometimes you meet one of the clever little sods that’s not too bad, but overall they’re no better’n trolls, in fact—l they’re just like us. But they ain’t any prettier to look at and they’ve got no style. And we’re stupid, and the memory plays tricks, and we remember the elves for their

Edgar Degas Dancer

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

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Bursar dropped his spoon into his oatmeal.
“See what I mean?” said Ridcully. “Bundle o’ nerves the
whole time. I WAS SAYING YOU COULD DO WITH
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SOME FRESH AIR, BURSAR.” He nudged the Dean heavily. “Hope he’s not going off his rocker, poor fella,” he said, in what “Got to be someone else, too,” said Ridcully. “Volunteers, anyone?”
The wizards, townies to a man, bent industriously over their food. They always bent industriously over their food in any case, but this time they were doing it to avoid catching Ridcully’s eye.
“What about the Librarian?” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, throwing a random victim to the he chose to believe was a whisper. “Spends too much time indoors, if you get my drift.”The Dean, who went outdoors about once a month, shrugged his shoulders.“I EXPECT YOU’D LIKE A LITTLE TIME AWAYFROM THE UNIVERSITY, EH?” said the Archchancellor, nodding and grimacing madly. “Peace and quiet? Healthy country livin’?”“I, I, I, I should like that very much, Archchancellor,” said the Bursar, hope rising in his face like an autumn mushroom.“Good man. Good man. You shall come with me,” said Ridcully, beaming.The Bursar’s expression froze.

Pop art miles 1960, on blue

2009-04-17T00:55:00.000-07:00

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would have thrown Nanny Ogg out of their ranks for being too nasty.
She turned as more members of the family filed into the ‘ room, and her face contorted into the misty grin with which she always greeted grandchildren.
Jason Ogg king, Verence II. Well . . . not exactly engaged, as such. There was, she was almost sure, a general unspoken understanding that engagement was a definite option. Admittedly she’d kept on telling him that she was a free spirit and definitely didn’t want to be tied down in any way, and of course this was the case, more or less, but.. . but...
But. . . well . . . eight months. Anything could have hap-pened in eight months. She should have pushed his youngest son forward. This was15Terry PratehettPewsey Ogg, aged four, who was holding something in his hands.“What you got there, then?” said Nanny. “You can show your Nan.”Pewsey held it up.“My word, you have been a—“It happened right there, right then, right in front of her.And then there was Magrat.She’d been away eight months.Now panic was setting in. Technically she was engaged to the

Salvador Dali Cruxifixion (Hypercubic Body)

2009-04-16T00:38:00.000-07:00

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Sandals flapping, Brutha set off towards the Place.
godawful idiot! Don't go that way!"
The sun was well up now. In fact it was probably setting, if Didactylos's theories about the speed of light were correct, but in matters of relativity the point of view of the observer is very important, and from Om's point of view the sun was a Urn and Fergmen walked nonchalantly through the tunnels of the Citadel, using the kind of nonchalant walk which, had there been anyone to take an interest in it, would have drawn detailed and arrow-sharp attention to them within seconds. But the only people around were those with vital jobs to do. Besides, it was not a good idea to stare too hard at the guards, in case they stared back.golden ball in a flaming orange sky.He pulled himself up another slope, and stared blearily at the distant Citadel. In his mind's eye, he could hear the mocking voices of all small gods.They didn't like a god who had failed. They didn't like that at all. It let them all down. It reminded them of mortality. He'd be thrust out into the deep desert, where no one would ever come. Ever. Until the end of the world.He shivered in his shell.

Claude Monet Zaandam

2009-04-15T00:25:00.000-07:00

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, but which are not the real truth. The real truth must sometimes be protected by a labyrinth of lies."
He turned to Brutha. "Do you understand me?"
"No, Lord Vorbis."
"I mean, that which appears to our senses is not the fundamental truth. Things that are seen and heard and done by the , picking every word with the care an inquisitor might give to his patient in the depths of the Citadel, "in the trivial sense, Brother Murduck died, did he not, in Omnia, because he had not died in Ephebe, had been merely mocked, but it was feared that others in the Church might not understand the, the deeper truth, and thus it was put about that the Ephebians had killed him in, in the trivial sense, thus giving you, and those who saw the truth offlesh are mere shadows of a deeper reality. This is what you must understand as you progress in the Church.""But at the moment, lord, I know only the trivial truth, the truth available on the outside," said Brutha. He felt as though he was at the edge of a pit."That is how we all begin," said Vorbis kindly."So did the Ephebians kill Brother Murduck?" Brutha persisted. Now he was inching out over the darkness."I am telling you that in the deepest sense of the truth they did. By their failure to embrace his words, by their intransigence, they surely killed him.""But in the trivial sense of the truth," said Brutha the evil of Ephebe, due cause to launch a-a just retaliation."

Thomas Kinkade Clearing Storms

2009-04-14T01:18:00.000-07:00

Thomas Kinkade Clearing Storms
relax," it said.
"Hundreds of thousands of people live their lives by the Abjurations and the Precepts!" Brutha snarled.
"Well? I'm not stopping them," said Om.
"If you didn't dictate them, who did?"
"Don't ask me. I'm not omnicognisant
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see if they die. "Oh."If Brutha dies . . .The tortoise shuddered in its shell. If Brutha died, then it could already hear in its mind's ear the soughing of the wind in the deep
Thomas Kinkade Autumn Lane
paying your temple dues because everyone else does. Just in the fact that the Great God Om really exists.
And now he's got himself involved with the most unpleasant mind I've ever seen, someone who kills people to , hot places of the desert.
Where the small gods went.
An eagle kind of person if ever there was one . . .Om was aware of a mumbling.Brutha was lying face down on the deck."What are you doing?" said Om.Brutha turned his head."Praying.""That's good. What for?""You don't know?"

Salvador Dali Argus

2009-04-14T01:09:00.000-07:00

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Flying fish," he said. "But they don't really fly," he added quickly. "They just build up speed in the water and glide a little way."
"One of the God's marvels," said Vorbis. "Infinite variety, eh?"
"Yes, indeed," said the captain. Relief was crossing his face now, like a friendly army.
"And the things captain, very stupidly, sought to fill.
"They'll follow a ship for days," he said.
"Remarkable." Another pause, a tar pit of silence ready to snare the mastodons of unthinking comment. Earlier exquisitors had shouted and ranted confessions out of people. Vorbis never did that. He just dug deep silences in front of them.
"They seem to like them," said the captain. He glanced nervously at Brutha, who was trying to shut the tortoise's voice out of his head. There was no help there.down there?" said the exquisitor."Them? Porpoises," said the captain. "Sort of a fish.""Do they always swim around ships like this?""Often. Certainly. Especially in the waters off Ephebe."Vorbis leaned over the rail, and said nothing. Simony was staring at the horizon, his face absolutely immobile. This left a gap in the conversation which the

Vincent van Gogh The Yellow House

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

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self-preservation overloaded his nervous system to the point where, just as it was on the point of fusing, his conscience finally got its way.
He leapt into the fire and reached the staff.
The wizards Pretty soon it became just a small mound.
A little while later a squat figure swung itself across the courtyard on its knuckles, scrabbled in the snow, and hauled the thing out.
It was, or rather it had been, a hat. Life had not been kind to it. A large part of the wide brim had been burned off, the point was entirely gone, and the tarnished silver letters were almost unreadable. Some of them had been torn off in any case. Those that were left spelled outfled. Several of them levitated down from the tower.They were a lot more perspicacious than those that used the stairs because, about thirty seconds later, the tower vanished.The snow continued to fall around a column of blackness, which buzzed.And the surviving wizards who dared to look back saw, tumbling slowly down the sky, a small object trailing flames behind it. It crashed into the cobbles, where it smouldered for a bit before the thickening snow put it out.

Caravaggio St. John the Baptist

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

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somewhere. A bit of reality reasserted itself.
Conina dragged her admiring gaze away from Nijel's rapt face and turned it on to Rincewind, where it grew slightly cooler.
She sidled across the floor and grabbed the wizard by the arm.
'Look,' she said, 'you won't tell him who I really am, will you? Only boys get funny ideas and - well, anyway, if you do I will by people. Maybe he had passed them by. He shrugged.
'Why did you let them take you off to the harem without a fight?' he said.
'I've always wanted to know what went on in one.'
There was a pause. 'Well?' said Rincewind.personally break all your-’'I'll be far too busy,' said Rincewind, 'what with you helping me get the hat and everything. Not that I can imagine what you see in him,' he added, haughtily.'He's nice. I don't seem to meet many nice people.''Yes, well-’'He's looking at us!''So what? You're not frightened of him, are you?''Suppose he talks to me!'Rincewind looked blank. Not for the first time in his life, he felt that there were whole areas of human experience that had passed him by, if areas could pass
'Well, we all sat round, and then after a bit the Seriph

Edward Hopper El Palacio

2009-04-09T01:36:00.000-07:00

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'That was my dear father. I am, in fact, rather richer. When one has a great deal of money, I am afraid, it is hard to achieve simplicity. One does one's best.' He sighed.
'You could try giving it away,' said Conina.
He sighed again. 'That isn't easy, you know. No, one just has to try to do a little with a lot.'
'No, no, but look', 'Ah. Named after a religious sect,' said Conina knowingly.
Creosote gave her a long look. 'No,' he said slowly, 'I don't think so. I think we named them after the way they push people's faces through the back of their heads. Dreadful, really.'
He picked up the parchment he had been writing on, and continued, 'I seek said Rincewind, spluttering bits of stick, 'they say, I mean, everything you touch turns into gold, for goodness sake.''That could make going to the lavatory a bit tricky,' said Conina brightly. 'Sorry.''One hears such stories about oneself,' said Creosote, affecting not to have heard. 'So tiresome. As if wealth mattered. True riches lie in the treasure houses of literature.''The Creosote I heard of,' said Conina slowly, 'was head of this band of, well, mad killers. The original Assassins, feared throughout hubward Klatch. No offence meant.''Ah yes, dear father,' said Creosote junior. 'The hashishim. Such a novel idea.[15] But not really very efficient. So we hired Thugs instead.'

Mark Rothko Blue Green and Brown 1951

2009-04-08T00:16:00.000-07:00

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Death prodded the staff. It crackled, and sparks crawled obscenely along its length.
Strangely EXPECT TO GAIN?
I shall be by my son's side. l shall teach him, even though he won't know it. I shall guide his understanding. And, when he is ready, l shall guide his steps.
TELL ME, said Death, HOW DID YOU GUIDE THE STEPS OF YOUR OTHER SONS?
I drove them out. They dared to argue with me, they would not listen to what I could teach them. But this one will.
IS THIS WISE?enough, he wasn't particularly angry. Anger is an emotion, and for emotion you need glands, and Death didn't have much truck with glands and needed a good run at it to get angry. But he was mildly annoyed. He sighed again. People were always trying this sort of thing. On the other hand, it was quite interesting to watch, and at least this was a bit more original than the usual symbolic chess game, which Death always dreaded because he could never remember how the knight was supposed to move.YOU'RE ONLY PUTTING OFF THE INEVITABLE, he said.That's what being alive is all about.BUT WHAT PRECISELY DO YOU

Tamara de Lempicka Two Friends

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

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malicious old women! And stupid people, too! She’d won. According to the rules, she’d won! But everyone had laughed at her.
That stung. The recollection of those stupid faces, all grinning. And everyone supporting those horrible old women, who had no idea about the meaning of witchcraft and what it could become.
She’d show them.Terry Pratchett
they’re cowardly and stupid, and as for dwarfs, well, they’re greedy and devious devils, all right, fair enough, sometimes you meet one of the clever little sods that’s not too bad, but overall they’re no better’n trolls, in fact—
l they’re just like us.

But they ain’t any prettier to look at and they’ve got no style. And we’re stupid, and the memory plays tricks, and we remember the elves for their beauty
Ahead of her, the Dancers were dark against the moonlit clouds.
Nanny Ogg looked under her bed in case there was a man there. Well, you never knew your luck.
She was going to have an early night. It had been a busy
day
There was a jar of boiled sweets by her

Rene Magritte The Ignorant Fairy

2009-04-06T00:45:00.000-07:00

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Death walked over to his horse, and then remembered something.
AND HE OWES ME A FARTHING, TOO.
Ridcully Confused memories wobbled across his brain. He could remember a wall of clanking metal, and then pinkness, and then . . . music. Endless music, designed to turn the living brain to cream opened one eye. People were milling around. There were lights and excitement. Lots of people were talking at once. He seemed to be sitting in a very uncomfortable pram, with some strange insects buzzing around him.He could hear the Dean complaining, and there were groans that could only be coming from the Bursar, and the voice of a young woman. People were being ministered to, but no-one was paying him any attention. Well, if there was ministering going on, he was damn well going to get ministered to as well.He coughed loudly.‘You could try,’ he said, to the cruel world in general, ‘forcing some brandy between m’lips.’An apparition appeared above him holding a lamp over its head. It was a size five face in a size thirteen skin; it said ‘Oook?’ in a concerned way. ‘Oh, it’s you,’ said Ridcully. He tried to sit up quickly. just in case the Librarian tried the kiss of life.

Tamara de Lempicka Dormeuse

2009-04-03T00:46:00.000-07:00

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WHAT IS THE NAME OF THE BLACKSMITH IN THE VILLAGE?
Spigot nodded. ‘That’s Ned Simnel, down by the green. O’course, he’s real busy about now, what with the harvest and all.’
I HAVE SOME WORK FOR HIM.
Bill Door grunt. ‘I said a Gripley. This isn’t a’ - there was the scringeing noise of a piece of metal giving way - ‘my thumb, my thumb, you made me’ - there was a clang - ‘aargh. That was my head. Now look what you’ve made me do. And the ratchet spring’s snapped off the got up and strode away towards the gate.He stopped. YES?‘You can leave the brandy behind, then.’ The village forge was dark and stifling in the heat. But Bill Door had very good eyesight.Something moved among a complicated heap of metal. It turned out to be the lower half of a man. His upper body was somewhere in the machinery, from which came the occasional grunt.A hand shot out as Bill Door approached.‘Right. Give me three-eighths Gripley.’Bill looked around. A variety of tools were strewn around the forge.’Come on, come on,’ said a voice from somewhere in the machine. Bill Door selected a piece of shaped metal at random, and placed it in the hand. It was drawn inside. There was metallic noise, and a

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Port of Valencia

2009-04-01T00:11:00.000-07:00

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And stops.
And hesitates.
Because here’s a small gold timer, not much bigger than a watch. It wasn’t there yesterday, or wouldn’t have been if yesterdays existed here. Bony fingers close around it and hold it up to the light. It’s got a name on it, in small capital letters.
The name is DEATH.
Death right.
Not a muscle moved on Death’s face, because he hadn’t got any.
I SHALL APPEAL.
It told him, he should know that there was no appeal. Never any appeal.
Never any appeal.
Death thought about this, and then he said:
I HAVE ALWAYS DONE MY DUTY AS I SAW FIT.
The figure floated closer. It looked vaguely like a grey-robed and hooded monk.
It told him, We know. That is why we’re letting you keep put down the timer, and then picked it up again. The sands of time were already pouring through. He turned it over experimentally, just in case. The sand went on pouring, only now it was going upwards. He hadn’t really expected anything else.It meant that, even if tomorrows could exist here, there weren’t going to be any. Not any more.There was a movement in the air behind him. Death turned slowly, and addressed the figure that wavered indistinctly in the gloom. WHY?It told him.BUT THAT IS . . . NOT RIGHT.It told him that No, it was

Guido Reni St Joseph

2009-03-31T00:25:00.001-07:00

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What about it?’
‘I’ve seen it before. It’s in the book I found. There’s dozens of pictures of it, and they must have thought it was very important to keep it behind the gate. That’s what the pictograms say, I think. Gate . . . man. The man behind one who had been complaining about the eating ban. ‘They look stringy.’
‘I tell you before,’ said Rock menacingly, ‘no eating people. It cause no end of trouble.’
‘Why not just one leg? Then everyone’ll be‑‘
Rock picked up a half‑ton slab in one hand, weighed it thoughtfully, and then hit the other the gate. The prisoner. You see, I’m sure the reason why all the priests or whoever they were had to go and chant there every day was‑‘A slab by his head was pulled aside and weak daylight poured through. It was very closely followed by Laddie, who tried to lick Victor’s face and bark at the same time.‘Yes, yes! Well done, Laddie,’ said Victor, trying to fight him off. ‘Good dog. Good boy, Laddie.’‘Good boy Laddie! Good boy Laddie!’The bark brought several small shards of stone down from the ceiling.‘Aha!’ said Rock. Several other troll heads appeared behind him as Victor and Ginger stared out of the hole.‘They not little children,’ muttered the

Paul Cezanne The Hanged Man's House

2009-03-30T00:21:00.000-07:00

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footage. The handleman was feeling very gratified; Mr Dibbler had never shown the slightest interest in the actual techniques of film handling before now. This may have explained why he was a little freer than usual with Guild secrets that had been handed down sideways from one generation to the same generation.
‘Why are all the little pictures alike?’ said Dibbler, as the handleman wound the film on to its spool. ‘Seems to me that’s . They see a lot of them at once, see what I mean?’
‘Hey, I got lost at see there.’
‘Every picture adds to the general effect. People don’t see, sorry, any one picture, they just see the effect caused by a lot of them moving past very quickly.’wasting money.’‘They’re not really alike,’ said Gaffer. ‘Each one’s a bit different, see? And so people’s eyes see a lot of little slightly different pictures very fast and their eyes think they’re watching something move.’Dibbler took his cigar out of his mouth. ‘You mean it’s all a trick?’ he said, astonished.‘Yeah, that’s right.’ The handleman chuckled and reached for the paste pot.Dibbler watched in fascination.‘I thought it was all a special kind of magic,’ he said, a shade disappointed. ‘Now you tell me it’s just a big Find‑the-Lady game?’‘Sort of. You see, people don’t actually see any one picture

Paul Gauguin Mahana No Atua

2009-03-27T00:13:00.001-07:00

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foolishly at her. ‘Cheer up,’ he said. ‘You’re doing what you’ve always wanted to do.’
‘Don’t be stupid. I didn’t even know about moving pictures a couple of months ago. There weren’t any.’
They strolled aimlessly towards the town.
‘What did you want to be?’ he ventured.
She shrugged. ‘I didn’t know. I just knew I didn’t want to be a milkmaid.’
There had where I come from.’
‘Why?’ said Victor.
‘I suppose it saves having to worry about what to do on Saturday nights.’
‘Oh.’
‘Didn’t you want to be anything?’ said Ginger, putting a whole sentence-worth of disdain in a been milkmaids at home. Victor tried to recollect anything about them. ‘It always looked quite an interesting job to me, milkmaiding,’ he said vaguely. ‘Buttercups, you know. And fresh air.’ ‘It’s cold and wet and just as you’ve finished the bloody cow kicks the bucket over. Don’t tell me about milking. Or being a shepherdess. Or a goosegirl. I really hated our farm.’ ‘Oh.’ ‘And they expected me to marry my cousin when I was fifteen.’ ‘Is that allowed?’ ‘Oh, yes. Everyone marries their cousins

Pablo Picasso Accordionist

2009-03-26T00:25:00.000-07:00

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something. ‘I don’t actually remember any elephants,’ he said, as if it was his own fault. ‘I was there the whole afternoon we made it, and I don’t recall a thousand elephants at any point. I’m sure I would have noticed.’
Dibbler stared. He didn’t know where they were coming from, but now he was putting his mind to it he was getting some very clear ideas about what you needed to put in movies. A thousand elephants was a good start.
‘No elephants?’ he said.
‘I don’t in case she falls off?’
‘I hope they’d be watching Pelias’ speech,’ said Silverfish testily. ‘We had to put it on five cards. In small writing.’
Dibbler sighed.
‘I think I know what people want,’ he said, ‘and they don’t want to read lots of small writing. They want spectacles!’ think so.’ ‘Well, are there any dancing girls?’ ‘Um, no.’ ‘Well, are there any wild chases and people hanging by their fingertips from the edge of a cliff?’ Silverfish brightened up slightly. ‘I think there’s a balcony at one point,’ he said. ‘Yes? Does anyone hang on it by their fingertips?’ ‘I don’t think so,’ said Silverfish. ‘I believe Melisande leans over it.’ ‘Yes, but will the audience hold their breath

Abstract Autumn by Dougall

2009-03-25T20:40:00.001-07:00

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unreal.
Reality is not digital, an on-off state, but analog. Something gradual. In other words, reality is a quality that things possess in the same way that they possess, say, weight. Some people are more real than others, for example. miles. It wasn’t very high, but lay amongst the dunes like an upturned boat or a very unlucky whale, and was covered in scrub trees. No rain fell here, if it could possibly avoid it. Although the wind sculpted the dunes around it, the low summit of the hill remained in an everlasting, ringing calm.
Nothing but the sand had changed here in hundreds of years. It has been estimated that there are only about five hundred real people on any given planet, which is why they keep unexpectedly running into one another all the time. The Discworld is as unreal as it is possible to be while still being just real enough to exist. And just real enough to be in real trouble. About thirty miles Turnwise of Ankh-Morpork the surf boomed on the wind-blown, seagrass-waving, sand-dunecovered spit of land where the Circle Sea met the Rim Ocean. The hill itself was visible for

Frederic Remington The Cowboy

2009-03-24T01:20:00.000-07:00

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wishes from your great-great-great-great uncle, although I don't suppose you remember me. Coming up.
Other ancestors were climbing on past Teppic as he rose from hand to hand. Ancient fingers with a grip like steel clutched again, you said. Now come on!'
Teppic scrambled to the top of the pyramid, supported by the last two ancestors. One of them was his father.
'I don't think you've met your great-grandma,' he said, indicating the shorter bandaged figure, who nodded gently at Teppic. He opened his mouth.at him, hoisting him onwards. The pyramid grew narrower. Down below, Ptaclusp watched thoughtfully. 'What a workforce,' he said. 'I mean, the ones at the bottom are supporting the whole weight!' 'Dad,' said IIb. 'I think we'd better run. Those gods are getting closer.' 'Do you think we could employ them?' said Ptaclusp, ignoring him. 'They're dead, they probably won't want high wages, and-' 'Dad!' 'Sort of self-build-' 'You said no more pyramids, dad. Never

Mary Cassatt Young Mother Sewing

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

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street, turned his face to the sky and hissed. 'Tell me what you can see!'
Gern squinted.
'I can see the stars, master,' he said.
'What are they on, boy?'
Gern relaxed slightly. 'That's easy, master. Everyone knows the stars are on the body of the goddess Nept who arches She was enormous, her statistics interstellar. The shadow between her galactic breasts was a dark nebula, the curve of her stomach a vast wash of glowing gas, her navel the seething, dark incandescence in which new stars were being born. She wasn't supporting the sky. She was the sky.
Her huge sad face, upside down on the turnwise horizon, stared directly herself from . . . oh, bloody hell.' 'You can see her, too?' 'Oh, mummy,' whispered Gern, and slid to his knees. Dil nodded. He was a religious man. It was a great comfort knowing that the gods were there. It was knowing they were here that was the terrible part. Because the body of a woman arched over the heavens, faintly blue, faintly shadowy in the light of the watery stars.

Salvador Dali Bacchanale

2009-03-20T23:39:00.001-07:00

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They looked in gloomy silence at the waxen visage of the pharaoh. So did the pharaoh.
'Nothing wrong with my chin.'
'You could put a beard on it,' said Dil eventually. 'It'd cover a lot of it, would a beard.'
they'll notice. But they won't say anything. They expect us to, er, improve matters.'
'After all,' said the chief sculptor cheerfully, 'you don't think they're going to step up and say "It's all wrong, he really had a face like a short-sighted chicken", do you?'
'Thank you very much. Thank you very much indeed, I must say.' The pharaoh went and sat by the cat. It seemed that people only had respect for the dead when they thought the dead were listening.
'I suppose,' said the apprentice, with some uncertainty, 'he did look a bit ugly compared to the frescoes.'
'That's the point, isn't it,' said Dil meaningfully. Gern's big honest spotty face changed slowly,'There's still the nose.' 'You could take half an inch off that. And do something with the cheekbones.' 'Yes.' 'Yes.' Gern was horrified. 'That's the face of our late king you're talking about,' he said. 'You can't do that sort of thing! Anyway, people would notice.' He hesitated. 'Wouldn't they?' The two craftsmen eyed one another. 'Gern,' said Dil patiently, 'certainly

Jack Vettriano The Singing Butler

2009-03-20T01:28:00.000-07:00

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Teppic had Mericet for Strategy and Poison Theory every Thursday afternoon, and didn't get along with him. The dormitories buzzed with rumours about Mericet, the number of kills, the astonishing technique . . . He'd broken all the records in his time. They said he'd even killed the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork. Not the present one, that is. One of the dead ones.
Maybe it would this mathematician's particular species, what he was eating for his supper was his lunch.

Gongs around the Ankh-Morpork sprawl were announcing midnight when Teppic crept along the ornate parapet four storeys above Filigree Street, his heart pounding.be Nivor, who was fat and jolly and liked his food and did Traps and Deadfalls on Tuesdays. Teppic was good at traps, and got on well with the master. Or it could be the Kompt de Yoyo, who did Modern Languages and Music. Teppic was gifted at neither, but the Kompt was a keen edificeer and liked boys who shared his love of dangling by one hand high above the city streets. He stuck one leg over the sill and unhitched his line and grapnel. He hooked the gutter two floors up and slipped out of the window. No assassin ever used the stairs. In order to establish continuity with later events, this may be the time to point out that the greatest mathematician in the history of the Discworld was lying down and peacefully eating his supper. It is interesting to note that, owing to

Apple Tree with Red Fruit

2009-03-18T23:06:00.000-07:00

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The dwarf watched them for a few seconds from the wings, his lips moving soundlessly. Then he scuttled back to the guardroom where the rest of the cast were still in the last hasty stages of dressing. He uttered the stage manager's traditional scream of rage.
'C'mon,' he ordered. 'Soldiers of the king, at the double! And the witches – where are the blasted witches?'
Three any gods that might be watching.
It was already going wrong. The earlier rehearsals had their little teething troubles, it was true, but Hwel had known one or two monumental horrors in his time and this one was shaping up to be the worst. The company was more jittery than a potful of lobsters. Out of the corner of his ear he heard the on-stage dialogue falter, and scurried to the wings.junior apprentices presented themselves.'I've lost my wart!''The cauldron's all full of yuk!''There's something living in this wig!''Calm down, calm down,' screamed Hwel. 'It'll all be all right on the night!''This is the night, Hwel!'Hwel snatched a handful of putty from the makeup table and slammed on a wart like an orange. The offending straw wig was rammed on its owner's head, livestock and all. and the cauldron was very briefly inspected and pronounced full of just the right sort of yuk, nothing wrong with yuk like that.On stage a guard dropped his shield, bent down to pick it up, and dropped his spear. Hwel rolled his eyes and offered up a silent prayer to

Edward Hopper Portrait of Orleans

2009-03-17T22:32:00.000-07:00

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they were its legs. A sad, rubbery face turned towards the speaker, its expression as melancholy as the mists of evolution. Its funny lips curled back. There was abolutely nothing funny about its teeth.
'Er,' said the barman again, his voice frightening even him in that terrible simian silence. 'I don't think you meant soon get talked about. But years of wielding a pen instead of a hammer had relieved Hwel's punches of some of their stopping power, and it could have been the end of him when the big man yelled and drew his sword if a pair of delicate, leathery hands hadn't instantly jerked the thing from his grip and, with only a small amount of effort, bent it
When the giant growled, and turned around, an arm like a couple of broom handles that, did you? Not about monkeys, eh? You didn't really, did you?''What the hell's that?' hissed Tomjon.'I think it's an orang-utan,' said Hwel. 'An ape.''A monkey's a monkey,' said the bearded man, at which several of the Drum's more percipient customers started to edge for the door. 'I mean, so what? But these bloody lawn ornaments—'Hwel's fist struck out at groin height.Dwarfs have a reputation as fearsome fighters. Any race of three-foot tall people who favour axes and go into battle as into a championship tree-felling competition

Pablo Picasso Studio with Plaster Head

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

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There was a cat sitting in the doorway, subjecting him to a slow blink. It was a mottled grey and extremely fat . . .
No. It was extremely big. It was covered with so much scar tissue that it looked like a fist with fur on it. Its ears were a couple of perforated stubs, its eyes two yellow slits of easygoing malevolence, its tail a twitching series of question marks as it stared at him.
Greebo had resembled the very rodents they lived on. This cat, on the other hand, was its own animal. All cats give that impression, of course, but instead of the mindless animal self-absorption that passes for secret wisdom in the creatures. Greebo radiated genuine intelligence. He also radiated a smell that would have knocked over a wall and caused sinus trouble in a dead fox.
Only one type of person kept a cat like this.heard that Lady Felmet had a small white female cat and had strolled up to pay his respects.Verence had never seen an animal with so much built-in villainy. He didn't resist as it waddled across the floor and tried to rub itself against his legs, purring like a waterfall.'Well, well,' said the king, vaguely. He reached down and made an effort to scratch it behind the two ragged bits on top of its head. It was a relief to find someone else besides another ghost who could see him, and Greebo, he couldn't help feeling, was a distinctly unusual cat. Most of the castle cats were either pampered pets or flat-eared kitchen and stable habitue's who generally

Claude Monet Water Lilies

2009-03-15T22:27:00.000-07:00

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large city on his cheeks; his nose could have hidden successfully in a bowl of strawberries. He wore a ragged jerkin and holey tights with an aplomb that nearly convinced you that his velvet-and-vermine robes were in the wash just at the moment. In one hand he held a towel, with which he had clearly been removing the make-up that still greased his features.
'I know you,' said Granny. 'You done the murder.' She looked sideways at Magrat, and admitted, grudgingly, . One of his legs, meanwhile, had wandered off behind him. The rest of his body sagged politely until his head was level with Granny's knees.
'Yes, well,' said Granny. She felt that her clothes had grown a bit larger and much hotter.
'I thought you was very good, too,' said Nanny Ogg. 'The way you shouted all them words so graciously. I could tell you was a king.''Leastways, it looked like it.''So glad. It is always a pleasure to meet a true connoisseur. Olwyn Vitoller, at your service. Manager of this band of vagabonds,' said the man and, removing his moth-eaten hat, he treated her to a low bow. It was less an obeisance than an exercise in advanced topology.The hat swerved and jerked through a series of complex arcs, ending up at the end of an arm which was now pointing in the direction of the sky
'I hope we didn't upset things,' said Magrat.

Vincent van Gogh Still life with a bottle of lemons and oranges

2009-03-12T23:47:00.000-07:00

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room opened out into a series of passages, each one lined with the hourglasses. Here and there the shelves were divided by stone pillars inscribed with angular markings. Albert glanced at them occasionally; mainly he strode m-dimensional topography?'
'Um. No.'
Then I shouldn't aspire to hold any opinions, if I was you,' said Albert.
He paused in front of a shelf of glasses, glanced at the paper again, ran his hand along the row and suddenly snatched up a glass. The top bulb was almost empty.
'Hold this,' he said. 'If this is right, then the other should be somewhere near. Ah. Here.'through the maze of sand as though he knew every turn by heart.'Is there one glass for everyone, Albert?''Yes.''This place doesn't look big enough.''Do you know anything about

Amedeo Modigliani Caryatid 1

2009-03-12T00:45:00.000-07:00

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sighed, and pushed open the door.
As one man, the assembled company stopped talking and stared at him with the honest rural stare that suggests that for two, Mort no longer looks like something the cat brought in and then brought up.
The landlord relaxed his grip on the stout blackthorn peacemaker he kept under the bar and composed his features into something resembling a cheerful welcoming grin, although not very much.
'Evening, your lordship,' he said. 'What's your pleasure this cold pins they'll hit you around the head with a shovel and bury your body under a compost heap at full moon.It might be worth taking another look at Mort, because he's changed a lot in the last few chapters. For example, while he still has plenty of knees and elbows about his person, they seem to have migrated to their normal places and he no longer moves as though his joints were loosely fastened together with elastic bands. He used to look as if he knew nothing at all; now he looks as though he knows too much. Something about his eyes suggests that he has seen things that ordinary people never see, or at least never see more than once.Something about all the rest of him suggests to the watchers that causing an inconvenience for this boy might just be as wise as kicking a wasp nest. In short

Steve Thoms Field of Red and Gold

2009-03-11T23:48:00.000-07:00

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may have done you some terrible harm,'it added.
'Haven't you its scabbard and then nearly swallowed her tongue.
Someone had just blown hot and wetly in her ear.
That's Binky,' said the heap. 'He's just trying to be friendly. I expect he'd like some hay, if you've got any.'
With royal self-control, Keli said, This is the fourth floor. It's a lady's bedroom. don't know what I have saved, actually. Is there some light around here?'The maid sometimes leaves matches on the mantelpiece,' said Keli. She felt the presence beside her move away. There were a few hesitant footsteps, a couple of thumps, and finally a clang, although the word isn't sufficient to describe the real ripe cacophony of falling metal that filled the room. It was even followed by the traditional little tinkle a couple of seconds after you thought it was all over.The voice said, rather indistinctly, 'I'm under a suit of armour. Where should I be?'Keli slid quietly out of bed, felt her way towards the fireplace, located the bundle of matches by the faint light from the dying fire, struck one in a burst of sulphurous smoke, lit a candle, found the pile of dismembered armour, pulled its sword from

John William Waterhouse Crystal Ball

2009-03-11T00:15:00.000-07:00

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turned around. There was a girl there, about his own height and perhaps a few years older than him. She had silver hair, and eyes with a pearly sheen to them, and the kind of interesting but impractical long dress that tends to be wornyour name, boy?'
'Mortimer. They call me Mort,' he said, rubbing his elbow. 'What did you do that for?'
'I shall call you Boy,' she said. 'And I don't really have to explain myself, you understand, but if you must know I thought you were dead. You look dead.'
Mort said nothing.
'Lost your tongue?' by tragic heroines who clasp single roses to their bosom while gazing soulfully at the moon. Mort had never heard the phrase 'Pre-Raphaelite', which was a pity because it would have been almost the right description. However, such girls tend to be on the translucent, consumptive side, whereas this one had a slight suggestion of too many chocolates.She stared at him with her head on one side, and one foot tapping irritably on the floor. Then she reached out quickly and pinched him sharply on the arm.'Ow!''Hmm. So you're really real,' she said. 'What's

Henri Rousseau The Dream

2009-03-09T22:48:00.001-07:00

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correct dose of uplift and optimism.
Granny knew all about bad fortune-telling. It was harder than the real thing. You needed a good imagination.
She always seem so, well, common to me. No offence meant."
There probably wasn't any offence meant, at that, thought Granny. Mrs Whitlow was giving her the sort of look generally used by puppies when they're not sure what to expect next, and are beginning to worry that it may be the rolled-up newspaper.
She picked up Mrs Whitlow's cup and had started to peer into it when she caught the disappointed couldn't help wondering if Mrs Whitlow was a born witch who somehow missed her training. She was certainly laying siege to the future. There was a crystal ball under a sort of pink frilly tea cosy, and several sets of divinatory cards, and a pink velvet bag of rune stones, and one of those little tables on wheels that no prudent witch would touch with a ten-foot broomstick, and -Granny wasn't sure on this point - either some special dried monkey turds from a llamassary or some dried llama turds from a monastery, which apparently could be thrown in such a way as to reveal the sum total of knowledge and wisdom in the universe. It was all rather sad. . "Or there's the tea-leaves, of course," said Mrs Whitlow, indicating the big brown pot on the table between them. "Aye know witches often prefer them, but they

Laurie Maitland fire

2009-03-09T22:48:00.000-07:00

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and mumbled a charm which she normally used to cure mastitis in elderly goats, but never mind. This display of obvious magical talent seemed to cheer up Mrs. Whitlow no end.
Granny wasn't normally very good at tea-leaves, but she squinted at the sugar-encrusted mess at the bottom of the The rocks from which Unseen University was built, however, have been absorbing magic for several thousand years and all that random power has had to go somewhere.
The University has, in fact, developed a personality.cup and let her mind wander. What she really needed now was a handy rat or even a cockroach that happened to be somewhere near Esk, so that she could Borrow its mind. What Granny actually found was that the University had a mind of its own. It is well known that stone can think, because the whole of electronics is based on that fact, but in some universes men spend ages looking for other intelligences in the sky without once looking under their feet. That is because they've got the time-span all wrong. From stone's point of view the universe is hardly created and mountain ranges are bouncing up and down like organ-stops while continents zip backwards and forwards in general high spirits, crashing into each other from the sheer joy of momentum and getting their rocks off. It is going to be quite some time before stone notices its disfiguring little skin disease and starts to scratch, which is just as well.

Edward Hopper Early Sunday Morning

2009-03-09T01:24:00.000-07:00

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walking, especially since Granny had packed their few possessions in a large sack. She sat on it for safety.
Esk sat cradling the staff and watching the woods go by. When they were several miles outside the village she said, "I thought you told me plants were different in forn parts."
"So they are."
"These back on them.
She was wearing serviceable black, and concealed about her person were a number of hatpins and a breadknife. She had hidden their small store of money, grudgingly advanced by Smith, in the mysterious strata of her underwear. Her skirt pockets jingled with lucky charms, and a freshly-forged horseshoe, always a potent preventative in time of trouble, weighed down her handbag. She felt about as ready as she ever would be to face the world.trees look just the same." Granny regarded them disdainfully. "Nothing like as good," she said. In fact she was already feeling slightly panicky. Her promise to accompany Esk to Unseen University had been made without thinking, and Granny, who picked up what little she knew of the rest of the Disc from rumour and the pages of her Almanack, was convinced that they were heading into earthquakes, tidal waves, plagues and massacres, many of them diverse or even worse. But she was determined to see it through. A witch relied too much on words ever to go

William Bouguereau Innocence

2009-03-05T23:17:00.000-08:00

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, yes. The important thing about having lots of things to remember is that you've got to go somewhere afterwards where you can remember them, you see? You've got to stop. You haven't really been anywhere until you've got back Home. I think that's what I mean.'
Rincewind you?'
'Who, me?' said Rincewind. 'Gosh, no. Hundred and one things to do.'
That's all right, then. Listen, let's go and have breakfast and then we can go down to the docks.'
Rincewind nodded dismally, turned to his assistant, and took a banana out of his pocket.
'You've got the hang of it now, you take over,' he muttered.ran the sentence across his mind again. It didn't seem any better second time around.'Oh,' he said again. Well, good. If that's the way you look at it. When are you going, then?''Today, I think. There's bound to be a ship going part of the way.''I expect so,' said Rincewind awkwardly. He looked at his feet. He looked at the sky. He cleared his throat.'We've been through some times together, eh?' said Twoflower, nudging him in the ribs.'Yeah,' said Rincewind, contorting his face into something like a grin.'You're not upset, are

Sea of Cortez Cabo San Lucas

2009-03-05T00:11:00.000-08:00

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Rincewind looked at the liquid in the cup. It had probably been clean before it was poured in, now drinking it would be genocide for thousands of innocent germs.
He put it down carefully.
'Now I'm going to have a good wash!' stated Bethan, and stalked off through the curtain.
The 'They believe a star is going to crash into the Disc,' said Rincewind.
'Is it?'
'Lots of people think so.'shopkeeper waved a hand vaguely and looked appealingly at Rincewind and Twoflower.'She's not bad,' said Twoflower. 'She's going to marry a friend of ours.''Does he know?''Things not so good in the starshop said Rincewind, as sympathetically as he could manage.The little man shuddered. 'You wouldn't believe it,' he said. 'I mean, you learn not to expect much, you make a sale here and there, it's a living, you know what I mean? But these people you've got these days, the ones with these star things painted on their faces, well, I hardly have time to open the store and they're threatening to burn it down. Too magical, they say. So I say, of course magical, what else?''Are there a lot of them about, then?' said Rincewind.'All over the Disc, friend. Don't ask me why.'

Franz Marc Horse in a Landscape

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

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the clock. It was very big, and occupied a space between two curving wooden staircases covered with carvings of things that normal men only see after a heavy session on something illegal.
It had a very long pendulum, and the pendulum swung with a slow tick-tock that set his teeth on edge, because it was the kind of deliberate, annoying ticking that wanted to make it abundantly clear that every tick and every tock was stripping another of sound that suggested very pointedly that in someplace?'
'This is the house of Death,' she said.
'Ah,' said Rincewind. He ran a tongue over his dry lips. Well, nice to meet you, I think I ought to be getting along —'
She clapped her hands. 'Oh, you mustn't go!' she said. We don't often have living people here. hypothetical hourglass, somewhere, another few grains of sand had dropped out from under you.Needless to say, the weight on the pendulum was knife-edged and razor sharp.Something tapped him in the small of the back. He turned angrily.'Look, you son of a suitcase, I told you —'It wasn't the Luggage. It was a young woman – silver haired, silver eyed, rather taken aback.'Oh,' said Rincewind. 'Um. Hallo?''Are you alive?' she said. It was the kind of voice associated with beach umbrellas, suntan oil and long cool drinks.'Well, I hope so,' said Rincewind, wondering if his glands were having a good time wherever they were. 'Sometimes I'm not so sure. What is this

Francois Boucher Shepherd and Shepherdess Reposing

2009-03-02T19:38:00.001-08:00

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possibly could. The chelonaut fell forward with a soft grunt.
The other man took one startled step before Twoflower hit him amateurishly but effectively with the telescope. He crumpled on top of his colleague.
Rincewind and it was just about the worst possible thing that was likely to happen."
"Well, you said yourself we have no way of escaping," said Twoflower, his voice muffled as he pulled the top half of a suit over his head. "Anything's better than being sacrificed."
"As soon as we get a chance we run for it," said Rincewind. "Don't get any ideas."
He thrust an arm savagely into his suit and banged his head on the helmet. He reflected briefly that someone up there was watching over him.Twoflower looked at each other over the carnage."All right!" snapped Rincewind, aware that he had lost some kind of contest but not entirely certain what it was. "Don't bother to say it. Someone out there is expecting these two guys to come out in the suits in a minute. I suppose they thought we were slaves. Help me hide these behind the drapes and then, and then-""-e'd better suit up," said Twoflower, picking up the second helmet."Yes," said Rincewind. "You know, as soon as I saw the suits I just knew I'd end up wearing one. Don't ask me how I knew - I suppose it was because

Caravaggio Beheading of Saint John the Baptist

2009-03-01T22:28:00.000-08:00

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Rincewind?"
The wizard made a small croaking noise.
"I'm sorry," said Twoflower. "What did you say?"
"...all the way... the great fall..." muttered Rincewind, His eyes focused, looked puzzled for a moment, then widened in terror. He made the mistake of looking down.
"Aargh," he opined, and began to slide.
Twoflower grabbed him.
"What's .
"Steady on," he said cheerfully. "We're nearly there."
"I wish I was back in the city," moaned Rincewind. "I wish I was back on the ground."
"I wonder if dragons can fly all the way to the stars?" mused Twoflower. "Now that would be something..."the matter?"Rincewind tried shutting his eyes, but there were no eyelids to his imagination and it was staring widely."Don't you get scared of heights?" he managed to say.Twoflower looked down at the tiny landscape, mottled with cloud shadows. The thought of fear hadn't actually occurred to him."No," he said. "Why should I? You're just as dead if you fall from forty feet as you are from four thousand fathoms, that's what I say."Rincewind tried to consider this dispassionately, but couldn't see the logic of it. It wasn't the actual falling, it was the hitting he...Twoflower grabbed him quickly

Leroy Neiman Frank at Rao's

2009-02-27T22:51:00.000-08:00

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That did not solve the problem of those places on the disc which, during the wars, had suffered a direct hit by a spell. The magic faded away slowly, over the millenia, releasing as it decayed myriads of sub-astral particles that away. The sixth, upon reaching its zenith, vanished with a sharp "spang!"
A moment later there was a small thunder clap.
"Hey, that one was silver," exclaimed Hrun, rising to his feet and staring upwards. "Bring it back!"
"I don't know where it's gone, said Rincewind severely distorted the reality around it... Rincewind, Twoflower and Hrun stared at the coin."Edge it is," said Hrun. "Well, you're a wizard. So what?""I don't do - that sort of spell.""You mean you can't."Rincewind ignored this, because it was true. "Try it again," he suggested.Hrun pulled out a fistful of coins.The first two landed in the usual manner. So did the fourth. The third landed on its edge and balanced there. The fifth turned into a small yellow caterpillar and crawled

Jack Vettriano The Last Great Romantic

2009-02-27T00:01:00.000-08:00

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Nevada's Lake Mead had a white 'bathtub ring' upstream from the Hoover Dam in July 2007. A seven-year drought and increased water demand spurred by climate change and explosive population growth in the Southwest continue to rise, the world will experience more and more long-term environmental disruption. The damage will persist even when, and if, emissions are brought under control, says study author Susan Solomon, who is among the world's top climate scientists.
"We're used to thinking about pollution problems as things that we can fix," Solomon says. "Smog, we just cut back and everything will be better later. Or haze, you know, it'll go away pretty quickly."has caused the water level at Lake Mead, which supplies water to Las Vegas, Arizona and Southern California, to drop more than 100 feet to its lowest level since the 1960s.Climate change is essentially irreversible, according to a sobering new scientific study.As carbon dioxide emissions

Thomas Kinkade Elegant Evening at Biltmore

2009-02-26T19:40:00.000-08:00

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spinning dryads who were creating the magic circle, and watched to see what Druellae would do next.
"Grab him," she screamed. "Take him a long way from the Tree and kill him!"
Rincewind turned and bolted.
Across the focus of the circle.
There was aIt explained why, earlier in the afternoon, he had espied a chest by the side of the track while riding through this benighted forest. Its top was invitingly open, displaying much gold. But when he had leapt off his horse to approach it the chest had sprouted legs and had gone trotting off into the forest, stopping again a few hundred yards away.
Now, after several hours of teasing pursuit, he had lost it in these hell-lit brilliant flash.There was a sudden darkness.There was a vaguely Rincewind-shaped violet shadow, dwindling to a point and winking out.There was nothing at all. Hrun the Barbarian crept soundlessly along the corridors, which were lit with a light so violet that it was almost black. His earlier confusion was gone. This was obviously a magical temple, and that explained everything.

Salvador Dali The Enigma of Desire

2009-02-25T21:43:00.000-08:00

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All the heroes of the Circle Sea passed through the gates of Ankh-Morpork sooner or later. Most of them were from the barbaric tribes nearer the frozen Hub, which had a sort of export trade in heroes Almost all of them had crude he had much time for were Bravd and the Weasel, who were out of town at the moment, and Hrun the Barbarian, who was practically an academic by Hub standards in that he could think without moving his lips. Hrun was said to be roving somewhere Turnwise.
"Look," he said at last. "have you ever met a barbarian?"
Twoflower shook his head.
"I was afraid of that," said Rincewind. "Well. they're-"magic swords, whose unsuppressed harmonics on the astral plane played hell with any delicate experiments in applied sorcery for miles around, but Rincewind didn't object to them on that score. He knew himself to be a magical dropout, so it didn't bother him that the mere appearance of a hero at the city gates was enough to cause retorts to explode and demons to materialise all through the Magical Quarter. No, what he didn't like about heroes was that they were usually suicidally gloomy when sober and homicidally insane when drunk. There were too many of them, too. Some of the most notable questing grounds near the city were a veritable hubbub in the season. There was talk of organizing a rota.He rubbed his nose. The only heroes

Bill Brauer Salsa Dancers

2009-02-24T23:14:00.000-08:00

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humans? It's like that. And as for how he got me, it was at Bolvangar. You've heard of Bolvangar, because Mrs. Coulter must have told you about it, but she probably didn't tell you everything they were doing there." "Cutting..." he said.
"Yes, cutting, how powerful a bear was with a daemon, the people at Bolvangar decided not to do that experiment ever again. lorek Byrnison was going to be the only bear who ever had a daemon. And with me helping him, he could lead all the bears against you. That's what he's come to Svalbard for."
The bear-king roared his anger. He roared so loudly that the crystal in the chandeliers that's part of it, intercision. But they're doing all kinds of other things too, like making artificial daemons. And experimenting on animals. When lorek Byrnison heard about it, he offered himself for an experiment to see if they could make a daemon for him, and they did. It was me. My name is Lyra. Just like when people have daemons, they're animal-formed, so when a bear has a daemon, it'll be human. And I'm his daemon. I can see into his mind and know exactly what he's doing and where he is and-" "Where is he now?""On Svalbard. He's coming this way as fast as he can." "Why? What does he want? He must be mad! We'll tear him to pieces!""He wants me. He's coming to get me back. But I don't want to be his daemon, lofur Raknison, I want to be yours. Because once they saw

Leonardo da Vinci Annunciation

2009-02-23T22:59:00.000-08:00

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thousand dollars because “they couldn’t be any good otherwise”. Or the forty-something guy who bought himself a high-powered Ducati motorbike even though he was a complete novice with no riding experience or skills. When I (an experienced motorcyclist) advised him to buy a different (cheaper, safer, slower, more scared the crap out of him (because he couldn’t ride it); as I knew it would. I had to ride it from the dealership for him. He rode it three times (in a year), put 300 kilometres (180 miles) on the clock and then sold it for $9,000 less than the purchase price. He was in love with the ‘theory’ of a Ducati but not the practical reality. He had bought an image, an idea, a brand. A delusion. And as so many of us do from time to time, he let his ego run the show, dictate his behaviours and waste happropriate, learner-friendly) bike, he didn’t want to hear about it. He was only interested in the look and the label of the bike; he wanted to be a Ducati owner no matter what.300 Kilometres Later…When he got the bike it absolutely is money. He wanted to be a Ducati

Wassily Kandinsky Squares with Concentric

2009-02-22T22:48:00.000-08:00

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They waited to be counted off. If anyone in the Oblation Board had had anything to do with a school, they would have arranged this better; because they had no regular group to go to, each child had to be ticked off against the complete list,
and of She heard the sound as everyone else did. Heads began to turn and scan the dark sky for the zeppelin, whose gas engine was throbbing clearly in the still air.
The one lucky thing was that it was coming from the direction opposite to the one course they weren't in alphabetical order; and none of the adults was used to keeping control. So there was a good deal of confusion, despite the fact that no one was running around anymore.Lyra watched and noticed. They weren't very good at this at all. They were slack in a lot of ways, these people; they grumbled about fire drills, they didn't know where the outdoor clothes should be kept, they couldn't get children to stand in line properly; and their slackness might be to her advantage.They had almost finished when there came another distraction, though, and from Lyra's point of view, it was the worst possible.

Leroy Neiman 16th at Augusta

2009-02-20T22:07:00.000-08:00

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The two men checked the money, and then stowed it carefully, each man taking half. Without a backward glance they got in the sledge, and the driver cracked the whip and shouted to the dogs; and they sped away across the wide white arena and into the avenue of lights, gathering speed until they vanished into the dark beyond.There were two doors, with a wide space between them so that not too much warm air escaped. Once they were through the inner doorway, Lyra found herself sweltering The man was opening the door again."Come in quickly," he said. "It's warm and comfortable. Don't stand out in the cold. What is your name ?"His voice was an English one, without any accent Lyra could name. He sounded like the sort of people she had met at Mrs. Coulter's: smart and educated and important."Lizzie Brooks," she said."Come in, Lizzie. We'll look after you here, don't worry."He was colder than she was, even though she'd been outside for far longer; he was impatient to be in the warm again. She decided to play slow and dim-witted and reluctant, and dragged her feet as she stepped over the high threshold into the building.

Georges Seurat The Island of La Grande Jatte

2009-02-19T22:43:00.000-08:00

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Then Farder Coram came up, wrapped in his cold-weather gear, closely followed by John Faa. Both old men bowed respectfully, and their daemons also acknowledged the visitor.
"Greetings," said Farder Coram. "And I'm happy and proud to see you again, Kaisa. Now, would you like to come inside, or would you prefer to stay out here in the open?"
"I would rather "She is talked about among witches. So you have come to make war?"
"Not war, Kaisa. We are going to free the children taken from us. And I hope the witches will help."
"Not all of them will. Some clans are working with the Dust hunters."
"Is that what you call the Oblation Board?" "I don't know what this board may be. They are Dust hunters. They came to our regions ten years ago with philosophical stay outside, thank you, Farder Coram. Are you warm enough for a while?"Witches and their daemons felt no cold, but they were aware that other humans did.Farder Coram assured him that they were well wrapped up, and said, "How is Serafina Pekkala?""She sends her greetings to you, Farder Coram, and she is well and strong. Who are these two people?"Farder Coram introduced them both. The goose daemon looked hard at Lyra."I have heard of this child," he said.

Vincent van Gogh Road with Cypresses

2009-02-18T21:36:00.000-08:00

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sunny morning in his boat. "It keeps coming back to that."
"There's often a clue there if you look more close. What's that little old thing on top of it?"
She screwed upasking it, Lyra?"
"I'm a thinking-" she stopped, surprised to find that she'd actually been asking a question without realizing it. "I just put three pictures together because...! was thinking about Mr. de Ruyter, see....And I put together the serpent and the crucible and the beehive, to ask her eyes and peered."That's a skull!""So what d'you think that might mean?""Death...Is that death?""That's right. So in the hourglass range of meanings you get death. In fact, after time, which is the first one, death is the second one.""D'you know what I noticed, Farder Coram? The needle stops there on the second go-round! On the first round it kind of twitches, and on the second it stops. Is that saying it's the second meaning, then?""Probably. What are you

Thomas Kinkade bloomsbury cafe

2009-02-18T00:16:00.001-08:00

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rescue the kids. That's what I set out to do when I run away from Mrs. Coulter. And before that, even, I meant to rescue my friend Roger the kitchen boy from Jordan who was took. I want to come and help. I can do navigation and I can take anbaromagnetic readings off the Aurora, and I know what parts of a bear you can eat, and all of taking you into danger, so don't delude yourself, child. Stay here and help Ma Costa and keep safe. That's what you got to do."
"But I'm learning how to read the alethiometer, too. It's coming clearer every day! You're bound to need that-bound to!"
He shook his head.
"No," he said. "I know your heart was set on going north, but it's my belief not kind of useful things. You'd be sorry if you got up there and then found you needed me and found you'd left me behind. And like that woman said, you might need women to play a part-well, you might need kids too. You don't know. So you oughter take me, Lord Faa, excuse me for interrupting your talk."She was inside the room now, and all the men and their daemons were watching her, some with amusement and some with irritation, but she had eyes only for John Faa. Pantalaimon sat up in her arms, his wildcat eyes blazing green.John Faa said, "Lyra, there en't no question

Rembrandt Samson And Delilah

2009-02-16T23:35:00.000-08:00

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Vlado Juresko said: "It has been incredible. We think it is the most perfect heart-shaped island in the world. Nobody lives there so if lovers really do want to spend time alone it's the perfect desert island.
"We always thought it looked a bit like a heart but since it's been on Google Earth More electronic books are coming to mobile phones.
In a move that could bolster the growing popularity of e-books, Google said Thursday that the 1.5 million public domain books it had scanned and made available free on PCs were now accessible on mobile devices like the iPhone and the T-Mobile G1.everyone else has seen it too and the whole world seems to want to stay here."
The island is located in Zadarski Kanal between Zadar and the Island of Pasman.
Croatia is ranked as the 18th most popular tourism destination in the world, proving especially busy during the summer months.

Edward Hopper High Noon

2009-02-16T01:20:00.001-08:00

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She ran across the narrow street and down into the alley where the vans unloaded goods for the covered market. This being shutting-up time, there were few vans there now, but a knot of youths stood smoking and talking by the , gyptians. After every horse fair they disappear."
"So do horses," said one of his friends.
"This is different," said Lyra. "This is a kid. We was looking for him all afternoon and the other kids said the Gobblers got him."
"The what?"central gate opposite the high stone wall of St. Michael's knew one of them, a sixteen-year-old she admired because he could spit further than anyone else she'd ever heard of, and she went and waited humbly for him to notice her."Yeah? What do you want?" he said finally."Is Jessie Reynolds disappeared?""Yeah. Why?"'"Cause a gyptian kid disappeared today and all.""They're always disappearing

Jose Royo Primavera

2009-02-15T19:18:00.001-08:00

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visible too, in the shabby black shoes he always wore.
"No, Master," said the Butler. "No word from the aerodock, either."
"I expect he'll be hungry when he arrives. Show him straight into Hall, will you?"
"Very good, it laboriously on. The Master had been a powerful man, but he was well over seventy now, and his movements were stiff and slow. The Master's daemon had the form of a raven, and as soon as his robe was on, she jumped down from the wardrobe and settled in her accustomed place on his right shoulder.
Lyra could feel Pantalaimon bristling with anxiety, though he made Master.""And you've decanted some of the special Tokay for him?""Yes, Master. The 1898, as you ordered. His Lordship is very partial to that, I remember.""Good. Now leave me, please.""Do you need the lamp, Master?""Yes, leave that too. Look in during dinner to trim it, will you?"The Butler bowed slightly and turned to leave, his daemon trotting obediently after him. From her not-much-of-a-hiding place Lyra watched as the Master went to a large oak wardrobe in the corner of the room, took his gown from a hanger, and pulled

Frida Kahlo The Suicide of Dorothy Hale

2009-02-12T23:04:00.000-08:00

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Outside the tent there was still the endless drip-drip of wet leaves on the canvas, but the storm was over. Pale gray light seeped in, and Lee propped himself up to find Hester blinking beside him and the shaman wrapped in a blanket so deeply asleep he might have been dead, had not Sayan Kotor been perched asleep on a fallen branch outside.
The only thing."
"We got one more zeppelin to think about before you start fretting about morals, Lee. There's thirty, forty men with guns all coming for us. Imperial soldiers, what's more. Survival first, morals later."
She was right, of course, and as he sipped the scalding brew and smoked a cigar, with the daylight gradually growing stronger, he wondered what he would do if sound apart from the drip of water was the normal forest birdsong. No engines in the sky, no enemy voices; so Lee thought it might be safe to light the fire, and after a struggle he got it going and brewed somenow, Hester?" he said."Depends. There was four of those zeppelins, and he destroyed three.""I mean, have we discharged our duty?"She flicked her ears and said, "Don't remember no contract.""It ain't a contractual thing. It's a moral

Francois Boucher Portrait of Marquise de Pompadour

2009-02-12T00:48:00.000-08:00

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Hide those keys. A quick camera phone picture could unlock your doors.
Scientists in California have developed a softwae algorithm that automatically creates a physical key based solely on a the University of California, San Diego who helped develop the software. "They should have the same sensitivity demonstration, the researchers set picture of one, regardless of angle or distance. The project, called Sneakey, was meant to warn people about the dangers of haphazardly placing keys in the open or posting images of them online."People will post pictures with their credit cards but with the name and number greyed out," said Stefan Savage, a professor at with their keys."When Savage and his students searched online photo sharing Web sites, like Flickr, they easily found thousands of photos of keys with enough definition to replicate. A more social person could simply use their Cell Phone camera to snap a quick picture of stray keys on a table top.For a more dramatic

Titian Sacred and Profane Love [detail]

2009-02-11T00:12:00.000-08:00

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shrubbery, and looked through. The dark leaves of laurels and holly obscured the view, but he reached through and thrust them aside to see the side of the house clearly, with the broken study window sharp in the moonlight.
As he watched, he saw the monkey leaping around the corner of the house, scampering over the grass with the speed of a cat, and then he saw Sir Charles and the woman following close behind. Sir Charles was carrying a pistol. The woman herself was beautiful—Will saw that with shock—lovely in the moonlight, her brilliant dark eyes wide with or looking for footprints. There was silence from all around. If Lyra was in the shrubbery already, she wouldn't be able to move without making a noise, which would give her away at once.
Sir Charles adjusted something on his pistol with a soft click: the safety catch. He peered into the shrubbery, seeming to look directly at Will, and then his eyes traveled on past.
Then both of the adults looked to their left, for the monkey enchantment, her slender shape light and graceful; but as she snapped her fingers, the monkey stopped at once and leaped up into her arms, and he saw that the sweet-faced woman and the evil monkey were one being.But where was Lyra?The adults were looking around, and then the woman put the monkey down, and it began to cast this way and that on the grass as if it were scenting

Paul Gauguin Manao tupapau

2009-02-06T00:48:00.000-08:00

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about him wanting to be “tied up and twisted” is a bit off-putting as well …
7. “The One I Love,” R.E.M.It sounds like the perfect song for a radio dedication when Michael Stipe sings, “This one goes Not exactly an uplifting declaration of true love, but people seem to focus on that first line before listening to the rest of the song, hence the constant misinterpretation.
8. “This Land Is Your Land,” Woody GuthrieI remember singing this song in elementary school and thinking it sounded so pleasant and positive. It’s actually a critique of the idealistic version of the
out to the one I love.” Oh, except until he gets to the line about the one he loves being “a simple prop to occupy my time.” Ouch! This song hardly inspires romantic feelings; actually, it makes Stipe seem like kind of a jerk. He’s basically saying the one he “loves” is nothing more than a waste of his time that he’s abandoned.

Unknown Artist Abstract Autumn by Dougall

2009-02-05T20:56:00.000-08:00

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woke early to find the morning quiet and warm, as if the city never had any other weather than this calm summer. She slipped out of bed and downstairs, and hearing some children's voices out on the water, went to see what they were doing.
Three boys and a girl were splashing across the sunlit harbor in a couple of pedal boats, racing toward the steps. As they were gathered around her, sitting in pools of water on the warm stone, their shirts drying quickly in the sun. Poor Pantalaimon had to creep into her pocket again, frog-shaped in the cool damp cotton.
"What you going to do with that cat?"
"Can you really take the bad luck away?"
"Where you come from?"saw Lyra, they slowed for a moment, but then the race took hold of them again. The winners crashed into the steps so hard that one of them fell into the water, and then he tried to climb into the other craft and tipped that over, too, and then they all splashed about together as if the fear of the night before had never happened. They were younger than most of the children by the tower, Lyra thought, and she joined them in the water, with Pantalaimon as a little silver fish glittering beside her. She never found it hard to talk to other children, and soon they

Leroy Neiman Black Labrador

2009-02-05T00:27:00.001-08:00

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bearded guy who presents a Steve Jobs-style face to the world on behalf of the community he founded. He describes himself as "pathologically optimistic".
Wales maths and made a beeline for a lucrative career in finance where, as an options trader in Chicago, he made enough of a fortune to support himself for the rest of his life. Sensing another pile to be made in California as the dotcom bubble inflated, he headed to Silicon Valley to start Bomis, a company that ran what he euphemistically describes as a "male interest site". This first venture in smut and soft porn was short-lived, though, as he alighted on recalls his wonderment as a child at the World Book that was his first encyclopedia, bought for him from the travelling salesman who showed up at the family Home in Huntsville, Alabama, one of the scientific hubs of the US space programme. Born in 1966 to a private-school teacher and a grocery store manager, young "Jimbo" Wales excelled at

Leroy Neiman Kentucky Derby

2009-02-04T23:23:00.000-08:00

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Oxford, and walked up toward the park. There she found herself outside a grand building, a real Oxford-looking building that didn't exist in her world at all, though it wouldn't have looked out of place. She sat on the grass outside to eat, and regarded the building approvingly.
She discovered that the Arctic, as she saw, but from every part of this world.
Well, how strange. Those caribou-skin furs were exactly the same as hers, but they'd tied the traces on that sledge completely wrong. But here was a photogram showing some Samoyed hunters, the very doubles of the ones who'd caught Lyra and sold her to Bolvangar. Look! They it was a museum. The doors were open, and inside she found stuffed animals and fossil skeletons and cases of minerals, just like the Royal Geological Museum she'd visited with Mrs. Coulter in her London. At the back of the great iron-and-glass hall was the entrance to another part of the museum, and because it was nearly deserted, she went through and looked around. The alethiometer was still the most urgent thing on her mind, but in this second chamber she found herself surrounded by things she knew well: there were showcases filled with Arctic clothing, just like her own furs; with sledges and walrus-ivory carvings and seal-hunting harpoons; with a thousand and one jumbled trophies and relics and objects of magic and tools and weapons, and not only from

Leroy Neiman the jazz player

2009-02-03T21:55:00.000-08:00

Leroy Neiman the jazz playerLeroy Neiman French ConnectionLeroy Neiman Washington Square Park and cook his meals and keep his house tidy. I may have learned a thing or two in the years I been with his lordship, but only by picking 'em up accidental. He wouldn't confide in me any more than in his shaving mug."
"Then tell me the thing or two you've learned by accident," she insisted.
Thorold was an "But you know about our God? The God of the Church, the one they call the Authority?"
"Yes, I do."
"Well, Lord Asriel has never found hisself at ease with the doctrines of the Church, so to speak. I've seen a spasm of disgust cross his face when they talk of the sacraments, and atonement, and redemption, and suchlike. It's death among our people, Serafina Pekkala, to elderly man, but he was vigorous, and he felt flattered by the attention of this young witch and her beauty, as any man would. He was shrewd, though, too, and he knew the attention was not really on him but on what he knew; and he was honest, so he did not draw out his telling for much longer than he needed."I can't tell you precisely what he's doing," he said, "because all the philosophical details are beyond my grasp. But I can tell you what drives his lordship, though he doesn't know I know. I've seen this in a hundred little signs. Correct me if I'm wrong, but the witch people have different gods from ours, en't that right?""Yes, that's true."

Claude Monet Poplars

2009-02-03T01:12:00.000-08:00

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What is the greatest reward of being alive? Is it chocolate, sex, ice cream, tropical vacations, hugs from children, a perfect night's sleep, or the satisfaction of a job well done? A thousand people, a thousand different answers. But one supreme pleasure that spans all people is laughter.
Little can compare to the feeling of a deep, complete, heartfelt laughing spell. No matter your age, wealth, race, or living situation, life is good when laughter is frequent. but you end up with a dead frog." Nonetheless, we're giving it a try. Here are 19 tips for getting -- or growing -- your sense of based partly on the idea that you can't be funny if you don't understand what funny is.
1. First, regain your smile. A smile and a laugh aren't the same thing, but they do live in the same neighborhood. Be sure to smile at simple pleasures -- the sight of kids playing, a loved one or friend approaching, the successful completion of a task, the witnessing of something amazing or . Smiles
Life is also healthier. Research finds that humr can help you cope better with pain, enhance your immune system, reduce stress, even help you live longer. Laughter, doctors and psychologists agree, is an essential component of a said, "Studying humor is like dissecting

George Bellows Dempsey and Firpo

2009-02-02T19:41:00.000-08:00

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deeply stricken.
Finally Will and Lyra and their daemons, and Mary and Serafina Pekkala, set off through the empty city. And it was empty; the only footfalls and the only shadows were their own. Lyra and Will went ahead, hand in hand, to the place where . We'll go to my flat, my house, tonight, and then tomorrow we'll go and find out where his mother is, and see what we can do to help her get better. There are so many rules and regulations in my world, Serafina; you have to satisfy the authorities and answer a thousand questions; I'll help him with all the legal side of things and the social services and housing and all that, and let him concentrate on his mother. He's a strong they had to part, and the women stayed some way behind, talking like sisters."Lyra wants to come a little way into my Oxford," Mary said. "She's got something in mind. She'll come straight back afterwards.""What will you do, Mary?""Me, go with Will, of course

Andy Warhol Dollar Sign 1981

2009-02-01T18:46:00.000-08:00

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swam in the river," she said. "I went to look for Pan, but I think he's hiding."
"That's a good idea. I mean a swim. I feel as if I've got years and years of dirt on me... I'll go down and wash."
While he was door and window frame and lintel was covered in subtle patterns, but patterns that weren't carved in the wood: it was as if they'd persuaded the wood to grow in that shape naturally.
The more she looked, the more she saw all kinds of order and carefulness in the village, like the layers of meaning in the alethiometer. Part of her mind was eager to puzzle it all out, to step lightly from similarity to similarity, from one meaning to another as she did with the instrument; but another part was wondering how long they'd be able to stay here before they had to move on.
Well, I'm not going anywhere till Pan comes back, she said to herselfgone, Lyra wandered around the village, not looking too closely at anything in case she broke some code of politeness, but curious about everything she saw. Some of the houses were very old and some quite new, hut they were all built in much the same way out of wood and clay and thatch. There was nothing crude about them; each

Jack Vettriano The Remains of Love

2009-01-22T00:02:00.000-08:00

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themselves forward and leaned and turned.
As they came to the top of the rise, they stopped, and Will and Lyra heard the leader say, "Mary close. Mary there."
They looked down. , or worked among the trees.
"Now ride again," said the leader.
There wasn't far to go. Will and Lyra climbed up once more, and the other creatures looked closely at their balance and checked the stirrups with their trunks, as if to make sure they were safe.
Then they set off, beating the road with their lateral limbs, and urging themselves forward down the slope until they were moving at a terrific pace. Will and Lyra clung tight On the horizon there was the blue gleam of the sea. A broad, slow-moving river wound through rich grassland in the middle distance, and at the foot of the long slope, among copses of small trees and rows of vegetables, stood a village of thatched houses. More creatures like these moved about among the houses, or tended crops

Alfred Gockel Endless Love

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

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"Madame..." said Salmakia faintly, "we have done..."
"You have done all you need. Now we are here," said Madame Oxentiel, and twitched the reins.
At once the hawk screamed three times, so loud that Lyra's head rang. In response there darted from the and he would have followed them anywhere, having no will of his own, and responding to simple kindness like a flower to the sun. But in the open air there was nothing to stop the wind from damaging him, and to their dismay his form began to loosen and dissolve. Only a few moments later he had vanished completely, and their last impression was of those eyes, blinking in wonder, and a sigh crystal litter. It was unbroken, although the crystal was stained and smeared with mud and the blood from what the cliff-ghasts had been eating before they found it. It lay tilted crazily among the rocks, and inside it...
"Oh, Will, he's still alive! But,daemon and her dying lover, and seize those beating wings, and bear them all down together into the abyss.
The cliff-ghasts heard Lyra's exclamation of dismay, and their flat heads all snapped around at once.
Will sprang forward and slashed

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

2009-01-20T01:26:00.000-08:00

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who had lurched forward to try and catch the falling floodlight.
In the confusion Lord Roke leapt at the big man's leg as it swung past him, seized the camouflage cotton of the trousers, heavy and sodden with rain already, and kicked a spur into the flesh just above the boot.
The sergeant gave a grunting cry and fell clumsily, grasping his leg, trying to breathe, trying to call out. Lord Roke let go and as his two fists.
And then a voice above him said, "You all right, Sergeant?"
The soldier's daemon was growling and nuzzling at the sergeant's, who had fallen into a semi-stupor. Lord Roke couldn't wait: a spring and a kick, and the other man fell beside the sergeant.
Hauling, wrestling, heaving, Lord Roke finally snapped open the key ring, and sprang away from the falling body.No one had noticed: the noise of the wind and the engines and the pounding hail covered the man's cry, and in the darkness his body couldn't be seen. But there were others close by, and Lord Roke had to work quickly. He leapt to the fallen man's side, where the bunch of keys lay in a pool of icy water, and hauled aside the great shafts of steel, as big around as his arm and half as long as he was, till he found the one with the black tape. And then there was the clasp of the key ring to wrestle with, and the perpetual risk of the hail, which for a Gallivespian was deadly: blocks of ice as big

Francois Boucher Madame de Pompadour

2009-01-18T21:28:00.000-08:00

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Mary found the mulefa in a fearful state, having suffered a thousand anxieties for their friend so far off the ground.
Atal was especially relieved, and touched her nervously all over with her trunk, uttering gentle whinnies of pleasure to find her safe, and. She wished she had better news for them.
The old zalif Sattamax mounted the platform and welcomed her warmly, and she responded with all the mulefa courtesy she could remember. As soon as the greetings were over, she began to speak.
Haltingly and with many roundabout phrasings, she said:
My good friends, I have been into the high canopy of your trees and looked closely at the carrying her swiftly down to the settlement along with a dozen or so others.A soon as they came over the brow of the hill, the call went out among those in the village, and by the time they reached the speaking ground, the throng was so thick that Mary guessed there were many visitors from elsewhere, come to hear what she said

Jack Vettriano The Tourist Trap

2009-01-16T00:46:00.000-08:00

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You wanted me. I am always here."
"Yes, but... I did, yes, but... I want to go to the land of the dead, that's true. But not to die. I don't want to die. I love being alive, and I love my daemon, and ... Daemons don't go down there, do they? I seen 'em vanish and just go out like candles, child, you will come to the land of the dead with no effort, no risk, a safe, calm journey, in the company of your own death, your special, devoted friend, who's been beside you every moment of your you better than yourself...”
"But Pantalaimon is my special and devoted friend! I don't know you, Death, I know Pan and I love Pan and if he ever, if we ever...”
The death was nodding. He seemed interested and kindly, but she couldn't for when people die. Do they have daemons in the land of the dead?""No," he said. "Your daemon vanishes into the air, and you vanish under the ground.""Then I want to take my daemon with me when I go to the land of the dead," she said firmly. "And I want to come back again. Has it ever been known, for people to do that?""Not for many, many ages. Eventually

Jack Vettriano One Moment in Time

2009-01-15T22:56:00.000-08:00

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Will, and in his eyes Will could see nothing, no expression, just a bottomless black brilliance. Nevertheless, he understood: this was work, and it was hard, but they were equal to it, all of them.
That was enough for Will, so he turned back to the fire and sent his imagination out to the broken end of the haft, and braced ash marking its rich cream-white.
Tialys and Salmakia had slept in turns, one of them always alert. Now she was awake and he was sleeping, but as the blade cooled from red to gray and finally to silver, and as Will reached out for the handle, she woke her partner with a hand on his shoulder. He was alert at once.
But Will didn't touch the knife: he held his palm close by, and the heat was still too great for his hand. The spies relaxed on the rocky shelf as Iorek said to Will:himself for the last and fiercest part of the task.So he and Iorek and Lyra together forged the knife, and how long the final join took he had no idea; but when Iorek had struck the final blow, and Will had felt the final tiny settling as the atoms connected across the break, Will sank down onto the floor of the cave and let exhaustion possess him. Lyra nearby was in the same state, her eyes glassy and red-rimmed, her hair full of soot and smoke; and Iorek himself stood heavy-headed, his fur singed in several places, dark streaks of

Gustav Klimt Adam and Eve

2009-01-15T00:46:00.000-08:00

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be the death of Dust, but then it said it was the only way to keep Dust alive. I didn't understand it, Will. But it said again it was dangerous, it kept saying that. It said if we, you know, what I thought...”
"If we go to the world of the dead...”
"Yeah, if we do that, it said that we might never come back, Will. We might not survive."
He said nothing, and they walked along more soberly now, watching out for the bush that Iorek had mentioned, and didn't understand it, Will. But I think it meant that even if it is that dangerous, we should still try and rescue Roger. But it won't be like when I rescued him from Bolvangar; I didn't know what I was doing then, really, I just set off, and I was lucky. I mean there was all kinds of other people to help, like the gyptians and the witches. There won't be any help where we'd have to go. And I can see... In my dream I saw... The place was... It was worse than Bolvangar. That's why I'm afraid."silenced by the thought of what they might be taking on."We've got to, though," he said, "haven't we?""I don't know.""Now we know, I mean. You have to speak to Roger, and I want to speak to my father. We have to, now.""I'm frightened," she said.And he knew she'd never admit that to anyone else."Did it say what would happen if we didn't?" he asked."Just emptiness, just blankness. I really

Piet Mondrian Composition with Red Yellow and Blue

2009-01-14T00:49:00.000-08:00

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And here at last there were people: some watching from upper-floor windows, some craning anxiously around the corners of buildings to look ahead at the waterfront, where the metal fingers of cranes and derricks and the masts of big vessels rose above the rooftops.
An explosion shook , and near the vessel, a mighty splash.
Will shaded his eyes. There were figures in the boat, but, he rubbed his eyes, even though he knew what to expect, they weren't human. They were huge beings of metal, or creatures in heavy armor, and on the foredeck of the vessel, a bright flower of flame suddenly bloomed, and the people cried out in alarm. The flame sped into the air, rising higher and coming the walls, and glass fell out of a nearby window. People drew back and then peered around again, and more cries rose into the smoky air.Will reached the corner of the street and looked along the waterfront. When the smoke and dust cleared a little, he saw one rusting vessel standing offshore, keeping its place against the flow of the river, and on the wharf a mob of people armed with rifles or pistols surrounding a great gun, which, as he watched, boomed again. A flash of fire, a lurching recoil

Andy Warhol Diamond Dust Shoes

2009-01-13T21:26:00.000-08:00

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clothes, and with traces of a heavy scent around him."
"Sir Charles," said Will. "That's who it is. Mrs. Coulter must have killed him. Well, that's something good, at least."
"She left traces. My companion has followed them, and he will return when he's found out where she went. I shall stay with you."
Will got to his feet and looked around. The storm had cleared the air, and the morning was fresh and clean, which only made the scene around him more distressing; for nearby lay the bodies of several of the witches who had escorted him and Lyra toward the meeting with his father. Already a brutal-beaked carrion crow was tearing at the face of one of them, and Will could see a bigger bird circling above, as if choosing the richest feast.
Will looked at each ofalways."
Will looked to his left, where the voice was, but saw nothing.
"So no one can see you. Could anyone else hear you as well as me?"
"Not if I whisper," said the angel tartly. the bodies in turn, but none of them was Serafina Pekkala, the queen of the witch clan, Lyra's particular friend. Then he remembered: hadn't she left suddenly on another errand, not long before the evening?So she might still be alive. The thought cheered him, and he scanned the horizon for any sign of her, but found nothing but the blue air and the sharp rock in every direction he looked."Where are you?" he said to the angel."Beside you," came the voice, "as
"What is your name? Do you have names?"
"Yes, we do. My name is Balthamos. My companion is Baruch."

Camille Pissarro Still Life

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

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offerings of barley cakes and dried tea were placed by pious villagers. An odd effect of the light, the ice, and the vapor enveloped the head of the valley in perpetual rainbows.
The cave lay some way above the path. Many years before, a holy man had lived there, meditating and fasting and praying, and the place was venerated for the sake of his memory. It was thirty feet or so deep, with a dry floor: an ideal den for a bear or a wolf, but the only creatures living in it for years had been birds and bats.
But the form that was crouching inside the entrance, his black eyes watching this way and that, his sharp ears pricked, was neither bird nor bat. The sunlight lay heavy and rich on his lustrous golden fur, and his monkey hands turned a pine , and under a vow never to speak to a man. Ama was the only person whose visits she accepted.
This time, though, the girl wasn't alone. Her father was with her, and while Ama climbed up to the cave, he waited a little way off.
Ama came to the cave entrance and bowed.cone this way and that, snapping off the scales with sharp fingers and scratching out the sweet nuts.Behind him, just beyond the point where the sunlight reached, Mrs. Coulter was heating some water in a small pan over a naphtha stove. Her daemon uttered a warning murmur and Mrs. Coulter looked up.Coming along the forest path was a young village girl. Mrs. Coulter knew who she was: Ama had been bringing her food for some days now. Mrs. Coulter had let it be known when she first arrived that she was a holy woman engaged in and prayer

Jack Vettriano There's Always Someone Watching You

2009-01-12T00:44:00.001-08:00

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occur before sleep. * Write away worries. During the day, scribble down your concerns and how you plan to handle them, advises Walsleben. For example, if you're panicked about bills, you might write that you'll go By age 50, half of men snore, says Dr. Michael Thorpy, director of the Sleep-Wake Disorders Center at Montefiore Medical Center in New York City. "The noise can actually wake him up," he says — or prevent him from getting into deeper, more restorative sleep stages.
To stop the noise:
* Measure his neck. "A big neck increases the odds that breathing during sleep will be interrupted," says Charles Bae, MD, a neurologist and sleep specialist with the Cleveland Clinic in Ohio. One reason: If his neck is bigger than 17 inches, it may indicate excess weight — which puts pressure on the airways and can lead to snoring. through them and come up with a payment schedule for those you can't tackle right away. Then, if you start to ruminate before lights-out, tell yourself firmly, I've already dealt with this. It's time to go to sleep. * Make exercise a habit. Getting your heart rate up for 20 minutes every day — by walking, , or cleaning the house — can lower anxiety and stress levels by as much as 40 percent, according to a study of about 20,000 adults at University London.

Salvador Dali The Land of Milk and Honey

2009-01-11T23:06:00.000-08:00

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Get in three or four rounds of this before you move on to intercourse --and don't be surprised if she chooses to do something as simple asholding you in her arms for the entire three minutes.This technique has the ability to teach you more about what your womanreally waStrawberries and cream make for a very sensuous snack. Thistechnique takes it one step further.Here's What You Need:Four strawberries.One can of non-diary whipped cream.One knife.Here's How You Do It:Before you begin, cut the strawberries into quarter-inch slices from thetop down.Get your .Have fun alternating between eating the strawberries and pleasuringyour woman. Keep going until she erupts in a delicious orgasm.nts than all the "chandelier-swinging" feats combined.woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bentand legs slightly apart.Apply the whipped topping liberally around the lips of your woman'svagina. Carefully press the strawberry slices into the whipped topping.Now position your head directly in front of this sensuous feast. Usingyour tongue, gently remove a slice of strawberry and "share" it with yourwoman. Tease her by delicately licking around the vagina and clitoris

Unknown Artist Les Vins Rouges

2009-01-11T23:04:00.000-08:00

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One of the biggest complaints you hear from women is that they don't getenough foreplay. They feel particularly slighted when they spend tenminutes doing something for their man, like oral pleasuring, and then hereciprocates , and that you're going to dothe exact same thing to her for the next three minutes.Start the timer. Pay attention to what she's doing to you and exactly howshe's doing it. If she pleasures you orally, is she doing it hard or soft? Ifshe massages you, where and with how much intensity is she doing it?Make mental notes of all of these things for the next three minutes. Then,when it's your turn, try to duplicate what she did as precisely as you can.with thirty seconds of the same for her. Here's a great wayto level the playing field.Also, if your woman is shy about telling you exactly what she wants, thismakes it easy for her to show you.Here's What You Need:One egg timer (the hourglass is a little more romantic; but the kitchen"dial" timer will do).Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. You, too. Tell her that you would like her to dowhatever she wants to you for three minutes

Andy Warhol Knives black and white

2009-01-09T20:55:00.000-08:00

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Here's a great way to stimulate a sensitive, but often neglected, area ofyour woman's vagina. You may even run across the elusive andcontroversial "G-spot."Here's What You Need:One bottle of water-based lubricant.Here's How You Do It:.With your palm facing up, draw your index finger up and toward you as ifyou are summoning a person (you know: the "come here" gesture).Repeat the move at a steady pace, letting your fingertip constantlystimulate the upper wall of her vagina.While continuing to do that with one hand, use the thumb or index fingerof your other hand to trace small circles around your woman's clitoris.Keep these two motions going until your woman explodes in a mindnumbingorgasm.Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bentand legs slightly apart.Apply a small amount of lubricant to your hands.Gently caress your woman's thighs, stomach and bikini line, graduallyincreasing the pressure.Delicately squeeze the outer lips of her vagina, one at a time, betweenyour thumb and index finger. Slowly slide up and down the entire lengthof each lip.Carefully insert your index finger into your woman's vagina

Andy Warhol daisy 1982

2009-01-07T23:07:00.000-08:00

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Resource stocks in the region, which have gained strongly in recent sessions on the back of rallying commodity prices led by oil, were mostly softer.
Mining giant BHP Billitondollar found a steadier footing. The dollar's trade-weighted index against six major currencies (.DXY: Quote, Profile, Research) edged up 0.1 percent to 76.925, off Monday's trough of 76.777 -- the lowest in the index's more than 30-year history.
The euro bought about $1.44, retreating from a peak near $1.4440, and 164.80 yen, off Monday's high at about 165.50 yen. (BHP.AX: Quote, Profile, Research) eased 0.3 percent, Australia's oil and gas producer Woodside Petroleum (WPL.AX: Quote, Profile, Research) shed 1.5 percent, top zinc refiner Korea Zinc (010130.KS: Quote, Profile, Research) slipped 2.1 percent and gold miner Newcrest Mining (NCM.AX: Quote, Profile, Research) fell 2.1 percent.U.S. crude lost 80 cents to $92.75, while gold slipped to about $786 an ounce.DOLLAR STEADIERAfter five straight sessions of declines, the

Jack Vettriano Back Where You Belong

2009-01-06T23:14:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano Back Where You Belong
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As I said in Part I everyone in the insane asylum looks normal, but at least the doctors are sane. Unfortunately, in the insane asylum known as the stock market all the doctors (brokers) are also insane.
The doctors in the insane asylum went to medical school to learn how to treat the patients so the could get well. On Wall Street you go to as it will not tell you if a stock is going to go up. Buy and Hold is taught the wrong way. It is OK to Buy and Hold as long as the stock is going up, but not when it goes down. No broker is taught how to protect a customer's money.
When I was a floor trader I learned in a hurry not to hold on to somethingthe doctor (broker) who is supposed to help you become financially well, maybe none of these Wall Street experts ever learned their profession. They have all been taught the three great prescriptions that make no sense at all: Do Your Research, Buy and Hold and Dollar Cost Averaging. This is what the brokerage houses teach.As I said previously research is worthless,

Jack Vettriano Ritual of Courtship

2009-01-05T22:37:00.000-08:00

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And the excitement increased on every side. The Children left their machines and their labours; those who were asleep woke up; and every eye was eagerly and anxiously turned to the great opal doors at the back, while every mouth repeated the same name. The word, "Time! Time!" was heard all around; and the great mysterious noise kept on. Tyltyl was dying to know what it meant. At last, he caught a little Child by the skirt of his dress and asked him. Light now hastened towards our little friends in a great state of alarm:
"I was looking for you," she said. "Come quick: it will never do for Time to discover you.”
As she spoke these words, she threw her gold cloak around the Children and dragged them to a corner of the hall, where they could see everything, without being seen.
Tyltyl was very glad to be so well protected. He now knew that he who was about to "Let me be," said the Child, very uneasily. "I'm in a hurry: it may be my turn to-day.... It is the Dawn rising. This is the hour when the Children who are to be born to-day go down to earth... You shall see....Time is drawing the bolts....” "Who is Time?" asked Tyltyl. "An old man who comes to call those who are going," said another Child. "He is not so bad; but he won't listen or hear. Beg as they may, if it's not their turn, he pushes back all those who try to go.... Let me be! It may be my turn now!"

Andy Warhol Buttons painting

2009-01-04T22:31:00.000-08:00

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Granny had not time to finish her sentence. The Children were in her arms!... What joy! What wild kisses and huggings! What a wonderful sand so unexpected to meet again like this. When the first excitement was over, they all began to talk at once:
"How tall and strong you've grown, Tyltyl!" said Granny.
And Grandad cried:
"And Mytyl! Just look at her! What pretty hair, what pretty eyes!"
And the Children danced and clapped their hands and flung themselves by turns into the arms of one or the other.
At last, they quieted down a little; and, with Mytyl nestling against Grandad's
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comfortably perched on Granny's knees, they began to talk of family affairs:
"How are Daddy and Mummy Tyl?" asked Granny.
"Quite well, Granny," said Tyltyl. "They were asleep when we went

Swatland Looking Towards Catalina

2009-01-02T22:03:00.000-08:00

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climbing trees, touch football, and such. I felt I wasn’t the girly type and couldn’t really relate to the girls in my school or neighborhood. But as I got into my pre-teen years, I started to shy away from my tomboyish tendencies due to my ever increasing curves thanks to good all Puberty. Also, growing up in an Indian household, my father, almost on an hourly basis, would try to discourage me from having any friendships with boys. So to play it safe, I stayed in my room, surrounded by books. I became sort of a .
As the years went by, almost all my friends were guys, (despite good ol’ dads objections) and I had a handful if not less than a handful of friends that were girls. Even then I just couldn’t get into the whole female friendship dynamics. Though there was one girl I met in junior high school that really is my longest friendship with the female species. She was my best friend for a few years, until we went to different schools and started to lose touch.
During high school was great having guy friends who I could talk

Jack Vettriano On the Border

2008-12-30T00:33:00.000-08:00

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was standing with his back to Arthur watching the very last glimmers of light sink into blackness behind the horizon. He was tallish, elderly and dressed in a single long grey robe. When he turned his face was thin and distinguished, careworn stammered Arthur. The man looked away. Again a kind of sadness seemed to cross his face. "My name is not important," he said. He seemed to have something on his mind. Conversation was clearly something he felt he didn't have to rush at. Arthur felt awkward. "I ... er ... you startled me ..." he said, lamely. The man looked round to him again and slightly raised his eyebrows. "Hmmmm?" he said. "I said you startled me."but not unkind, the sort of face you would happily bank with. But he didn't turn yet, not even to react to Arthur's yelp of surprise. Eventually the last rays of the sun had vanished completely, and he turned. His face was still illuminated from somewhere, and when Arthur looked for the source of the light he saw that a few yards away stood a small craft of some kind - a small hovercraft, Arthur guessed. It shed a dim pool of light around it. The man looked at Arthur, sadly it seemed. "You choose a cold night to visit our dead planet," he said. "Who ... who are you?"

Kroyer Tarde de verano en la playa

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

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I do on my on a client’s topic, I try to write things that benefit others. I want to improve their lives with my work.
When I’m stuck doing some mundane task, I try to remember that it’s all part of the package. If I’m going to make a difference with I have to write about a topic that isn’t interesting to me, but is eminently interesting and useful to someone else.
I love what I do for a living. If you don’t love what you do as a freelancer, it’s time to think about another the freelance life because I was sick and tired of following orders from a corporate boss who only looked out for himself. I chose the freelance life so that, whether I rise or fall, I can say that it happened because of me, and not someone else. I so that I could have the flexibility to be there for every school play, even if it meant I had to work until 3 AM the next night to make up for it. Reminding yourself of why you choose to freelance can put a smile on your face and put the joy into even the most mundane task.
So, what about you? What techniques have you found that help you get through your days of drudgery?

Chase Sheds and Schooner Gloucester

2008-12-28T23:19:00.000-08:00

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Customer quote: “I didn't think the second season of Dexter could even come close to to the brilliance of the first season, but I was wrong. Instead of the Ice Truck Killer, Season 2 begins with the Miami P.D. hot on the trail of another mass murderer dubbed as the Bay Harbor Butcher. Dexter (Michael C. Hall) already knows the identity of the killer right off the bat, because it happens to be him.”—Melissa Niksic

9. It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia: Season 3 (available on DVD)Average customer rating: 4.5 starsCustomer quote: “Tears streaming down my face, fall off the couch, beer through the nose, crude, rude HI-LARITY! If you ain't watching this, get out of your mom’s basement, put down the PlayStation controller and glue your orbs to FX.” –-Carla D. Paschal 8. Battlestar Galactica: Season 3 (available on DVD as a single season or in the three-season set)Average customer rating: 4.5 starsCustomer quote: “…the modern BSG is fast becoming for me one of THE greatest works of film making art I have ever had the privilege to witness... To be quite honest, the story line of BSG makes Star Wars seem like a cartoon by comparison...” –-S. White

Degas After the Bath, Woman Drying Herself

2008-12-25T22:04:00.000-08:00

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Lunchtime doubly so." "Very deep," said Arthur, "you should send that in to the Reader's Digest. They've got a page for people like you." " make some sense at the time." "Alright," said Ford. "How would you react if I said that I'm not from Guildford after all, but from a small planet somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse?" Arthur shrugged in a so-so sort of way. "I don't know," he said, taking a pull of beer. "Why - do you think it's the sort of thing you're likely to say?" Ford gave up. It really wasn't worth bothering at the moment, what with the world being about to end. He just said: "Drink up."Drink up." "Why three pints all of a sudden?" "Muscle relaxant, you'll need it." "Muscle relaxant?" "Muscle relaxant." Arthur stared into his beer. "Did I do anything wrong today," he said, "or has the world always been like this and I've been too wrapped up in myself to notice?" "Alright," said Ford, "I'll try to explain. How long have we known each other?" "How long?" Arthur thought. "Er, about five years, maybe six," he said. "Most of it seemed to