Pierre Auguste Renoir Two Sisters (On the Terrace)Thomas Kinkade The Garden of PrayerThomas Kinkade Lombard Street
ever seen.
The night air filled their lungs, fresh and clean and cool; their eyes took in a canopy of dazzling stars, and the shine of water somewhere below, and here and there groves of great trees, as high as castles, dotting the wide savanna.
Will enlarged the window as wide as he could, moving across the grass to left and right, making it big enough for six, seven, eight to walk The other ghosts followed Roger, and Will and Lyra fell exhausted on the dew-laden grass, every nerve in their bodies blessing the sweetness of the good soil, the night air, the starsthrough abreast, out of the land of the dead.The first ghosts trembled with hope, and their excitement passed back like a ripple over the long line behind them, young children and aged parents alike looking up and ahead with delight and wonder as the first stars they had seen for centuries shone through into their poor starved eyes.The first ghost to leave the world of the dead was Roger. He took a step forward, and turned to look back at Lyra, and laughed in surprise as he found himself turning into the night, the starlight, the air... and then he was gone, leaving behind such a vivid little was reminded of the bubbles in a glass of champagne.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
John Singleton Copley Watson and the Shark
John Singleton Copley Watson and the SharkJohn Singleton Copley The Tribute MoneyFord Madox Brown The Coat of Many Colors
Why do we want to find him?" said Will. "Well, Lyra wants to speak to him. But there's someone I want to find as well. I want to find my father, John Parry. He's here, too, somewhere, and I want to speak to him before I go back to the worldher ears, and Will, knife in hand, crouched over her. He could see Tialys and Salmakia skimming toward them, but they were some way off yet, and he had a moment or two to watch the harpies as they wheeled and dived. He saw their human faces snap at the air, as if they were eating insects, and he heard the words they were shouting, scoffing words, filthy words, all about his mother, words that shook his heart; but . So please ask, if you can, ask for Roger and for John Parry to come and speak to Lyra and to Will. Ask them...”But suddenly the ghosts all turned and fled, even the grownups, like dry leaves scattered by a sudden gust of wind. In a moment the space around the children was empty, and then they heard why. screams, cries, shrieks came from the air above, and then the harpies were on them, with gusts of rotten stink, battering wings, and those raucous screams, jeering, mocking, cackling, deriding.Lyra shrank to the ground at once, covering
Why do we want to find him?" said Will. "Well, Lyra wants to speak to him. But there's someone I want to find as well. I want to find my father, John Parry. He's here, too, somewhere, and I want to speak to him before I go back to the worldher ears, and Will, knife in hand, crouched over her. He could see Tialys and Salmakia skimming toward them, but they were some way off yet, and he had a moment or two to watch the harpies as they wheeled and dived. He saw their human faces snap at the air, as if they were eating insects, and he heard the words they were shouting, scoffing words, filthy words, all about his mother, words that shook his heart; but . So please ask, if you can, ask for Roger and for John Parry to come and speak to Lyra and to Will. Ask them...”But suddenly the ghosts all turned and fled, even the grownups, like dry leaves scattered by a sudden gust of wind. In a moment the space around the children was empty, and then they heard why. screams, cries, shrieks came from the air above, and then the harpies were on them, with gusts of rotten stink, battering wings, and those raucous screams, jeering, mocking, cackling, deriding.Lyra shrank to the ground at once, covering
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Jack Vettriano Lunchtime Lovers
Jack Vettriano Lunchtime LoversJack Vettriano long time GoneJack Vettriano Lines of Sacrifice
What are you going to do, Iorek?"
"I'm going back north, with my people. We can't live in the mountains. Even the snow is different. I thought we could live here, but part of it. But if it turns out that you and I both survive, then you will always be a welcome and honored visitor to Svalbard; and the same is true of Will. Has he told you what happened when we met?"
"No," said Lyra, "except that it was by a river."
"He outfaced me. I thought no one could ever do that, but this half-grown boy was too we can live more easily in the sea, even if it is warm.That was worth learning. And besides, I think we will be needed. I can feel war, Lyra Silvertongue; I can smell it; I can hear it. I spoke to Serafina Pekkala before I came this way, and she told me she was going to Lord Faa and the gyptians. If there is war, we shall be needed."Lyra sat up, excited at hearing the names of her old friends. But Iorek hadn't finished. He went on:"If you do not find a way out of the world of the dead, we shall not meet again, because I have no ghost. My body will remain on the earth, and then become
What are you going to do, Iorek?"
"I'm going back north, with my people. We can't live in the mountains. Even the snow is different. I thought we could live here, but part of it. But if it turns out that you and I both survive, then you will always be a welcome and honored visitor to Svalbard; and the same is true of Will. Has he told you what happened when we met?"
"No," said Lyra, "except that it was by a river."
"He outfaced me. I thought no one could ever do that, but this half-grown boy was too we can live more easily in the sea, even if it is warm.That was worth learning. And besides, I think we will be needed. I can feel war, Lyra Silvertongue; I can smell it; I can hear it. I spoke to Serafina Pekkala before I came this way, and she told me she was going to Lord Faa and the gyptians. If there is war, we shall be needed."Lyra sat up, excited at hearing the names of her old friends. But Iorek hadn't finished. He went on:"If you do not find a way out of the world of the dead, we shall not meet again, because I have no ghost. My body will remain on the earth, and then become
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Gustav Klimt The Virgins (Le Vergini)
Gustav Klimt The Virgins (Le Vergini)Gustav Klimt The Three Ages of WomanGustav Klimt The Fulfillment (detail I)
The great white bear hadn't moved at all.
"Come up," said the boy, and again her daemon made sense of it for her.
Watching the bear with superstitious awe, Ama scrambled up beside the little waterfall and stood shyly on the rocks. Kulang became Kulang among the rainbows, and slowly they began to understand each other.
And what should they turn out to be looking for but a cave, with a girl asleep?
The words tumbled out of her in response: "I know where it is! And she's being kept asleep by a woman who says she is her mother, but no mother would be so cruel, would she? She makes a butterfly and settled for a moment on her cheek, but left it to flutter around the other daemon, who sat still on the boy's hand."Will," said the boy, pointing to himself.She responded, "Ama." Now that she could see him properly, she was frightened of the boy almost more than the bear: he had a horrible wound: two of his fingers were missing. She felt dizzy when she saw it.The bear turned away along the milky stream and lay down in the water, as if to cool himself. The boy's daemon took to the air and fluttered with
The great white bear hadn't moved at all.
"Come up," said the boy, and again her daemon made sense of it for her.
Watching the bear with superstitious awe, Ama scrambled up beside the little waterfall and stood shyly on the rocks. Kulang became Kulang among the rainbows, and slowly they began to understand each other.
And what should they turn out to be looking for but a cave, with a girl asleep?
The words tumbled out of her in response: "I know where it is! And she's being kept asleep by a woman who says she is her mother, but no mother would be so cruel, would she? She makes a butterfly and settled for a moment on her cheek, but left it to flutter around the other daemon, who sat still on the boy's hand."Will," said the boy, pointing to himself.She responded, "Ama." Now that she could see him properly, she was frightened of the boy almost more than the bear: he had a horrible wound: two of his fingers were missing. She felt dizzy when she saw it.The bear turned away along the milky stream and lay down in the water, as if to cool himself. The boy's daemon took to the air and fluttered with
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Paul Klee Insula Dulcamara
Paul Klee Insula DulcamaraPaul Klee Fish MagicPaul Klee Around the Fish
Metatron is his Regent.
"But as for what we discovered in the Clouded Mountain, we can't tell you the heart of it. We swore to each other that the first to hear should be Lord Asriel himself."
"Then tell me what you can. Don't keep me in the dark."
"We found our way into the Clouded Mountain," said Baruch, and at once went on: "I'm sorry; we use these terms too easily. It's"He has delegated much of his power," Balthamos interrupted, "to Metatron. You've seen what he's like. We escaped from him before, and now he's seen us again, and what is more, he's seen you, and he's seen the knife. I did say...”
"Balthamos," said Baruch gently, "don't chide Will. We need his help, and he can't be blamed for not knowing what it took us so long to find out." sometimes called the Chariot. It's not fixed, you see; it moves from place to place. Wherever it goes, there is the heart of the Kingdom, his citadel, his palace. When the Authority was young, it wasn't surrounded by clouds, but as time passed, he gathered them around him more and more thickly. No one has seen the summit for thousands of years. So his citadel is known now as the Clouded Mountain.""What did you find there?""The Authority himself dwells in a chamber at the heart of the Mountain. We couldn't get close, although we saw him. His power...”
Metatron is his Regent.
"But as for what we discovered in the Clouded Mountain, we can't tell you the heart of it. We swore to each other that the first to hear should be Lord Asriel himself."
"Then tell me what you can. Don't keep me in the dark."
"We found our way into the Clouded Mountain," said Baruch, and at once went on: "I'm sorry; we use these terms too easily. It's"He has delegated much of his power," Balthamos interrupted, "to Metatron. You've seen what he's like. We escaped from him before, and now he's seen us again, and what is more, he's seen you, and he's seen the knife. I did say...”
"Balthamos," said Baruch gently, "don't chide Will. We need his help, and he can't be blamed for not knowing what it took us so long to find out." sometimes called the Chariot. It's not fixed, you see; it moves from place to place. Wherever it goes, there is the heart of the Kingdom, his citadel, his palace. When the Authority was young, it wasn't surrounded by clouds, but as time passed, he gathered them around him more and more thickly. No one has seen the summit for thousands of years. So his citadel is known now as the Clouded Mountain.""What did you find there?""The Authority himself dwells in a chamber at the heart of the Mountain. We couldn't get close, although we saw him. His power...”
Monday, January 12, 2009
Pablo Picasso The Pipes of Pan
Pablo Picasso The Pipes of PanPablo Picasso Studio with Plaster HeadPablo Picasso Les Demoiselles dAvignon
word: because of face," says an acquaintance who works in the bustling commercial heart of Hangzhou. "If someday I lose everything and go bankrupt, I can be a beggar anywhere except in my hometown." For reasons known only to himself, though, Tang went looking for work in Sichuan—the country's No. 1 provincial exporter of laborers. His a faded patio umbrella. On Aug. 1 he had his daily 75-cent meal of noodles and a smoke at his usual restaurant. He paid off his $45 rent; he was always punctual that way, his landlord recalls. He packed his belongings. The landlord says they didn't half fill a paper bag. Around 5 that afternoon, Tang futile quest ended on May 12, when a devastating earthquake hit, killing 69,000 and rendering tens of millions of local residents jobless and Homeless overnight.Tang returned to his rented room. Even as his world fell apart, he tried to keep up appearances. By now he was so poor that he owned just a single set of clothing. Fellow tenants would see him in the evenings, washing his clothes by hand in an outdoor sink beneath
word: because of face," says an acquaintance who works in the bustling commercial heart of Hangzhou. "If someday I lose everything and go bankrupt, I can be a beggar anywhere except in my hometown." For reasons known only to himself, though, Tang went looking for work in Sichuan—the country's No. 1 provincial exporter of laborers. His a faded patio umbrella. On Aug. 1 he had his daily 75-cent meal of noodles and a smoke at his usual restaurant. He paid off his $45 rent; he was always punctual that way, his landlord recalls. He packed his belongings. The landlord says they didn't half fill a paper bag. Around 5 that afternoon, Tang futile quest ended on May 12, when a devastating earthquake hit, killing 69,000 and rendering tens of millions of local residents jobless and Homeless overnight.Tang returned to his rented room. Even as his world fell apart, he tried to keep up appearances. By now he was so poor that he owned just a single set of clothing. Fellow tenants would see him in the evenings, washing his clothes by hand in an outdoor sink beneath
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Andrea Mantegna Samson and Delilah
Andrea Mantegna Samson and DelilahAndrea Mantegna Adoration of the ShepherdsAndrea Mantegna Adoration of the Magi
There's an often neglected erogenous zone on your man. It's the areabetween his testicles and anus. Many people refer to this area as the washcloth firmly against this area and let the moist heat relaxyour man.As you continue to hold the washcloth in place, pleasure your manorally.Continue until he "sends one out of the park."PAGEthe"male G-spot." Give it some attention tonight.Here's What You Need:One washcloth.Here's How You Do It:Run hot water over the washcloth until it is completely saturated. Wring itout.Fold the washcloth in half one way, then in thirds the other way. Youshould now have a steaming rectangle.Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back with his legs wide apart.Position yourself between your man's legs and run the washcloth downhis penis, over to his testicles and, finally, to his perineum -- the areabetween his testicles and anus.Press
There's an often neglected erogenous zone on your man. It's the areabetween his testicles and anus. Many people refer to this area as the washcloth firmly against this area and let the moist heat relaxyour man.As you continue to hold the washcloth in place, pleasure your manorally.Continue until he "sends one out of the park."PAGEthe"male G-spot." Give it some attention tonight.Here's What You Need:One washcloth.Here's How You Do It:Run hot water over the washcloth until it is completely saturated. Wring itout.Fold the washcloth in half one way, then in thirds the other way. Youshould now have a steaming rectangle.Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back with his legs wide apart.Position yourself between your man's legs and run the washcloth downhis penis, over to his testicles and, finally, to his perineum -- the areabetween his testicles and anus.Press
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Andy Warhol Mao Yellow Shirt
Andy Warhol Mao Yellow ShirtAndy Warhol Mao RedAndy Warhol Mao Pink Shirt
was fatally addicted to tobacco. He smoked 20 cigars a day, and did not quit even when he was diagnosed with cancer of the jaw. He was operated upon more than two dozen times before the disease finally killed him. Even when his entire jaw had been replaced, he continued to smoke all day, every day.
Following a rare of working, a beaten man. After seven weeks I began smoking again...Since the first few cigars, I was able to work and was the master of my mood; before that life was unbearable."
In short, we are still governing our sex lives based on the advice of an addict. This is significant, since sex is governed by the same reward circuitry as all addictions. It period of abstinence from tobacco, engaged in at the insistence of his physician, he wrote:4"I have not smoked for seven weeks since the day of your injunction. At first I felt, as expected, outrageously bad. Cardiac symptoms accompanied by mild Depression, as well as the horrible misery of abstinence. These wore off but left me completely incapable
was fatally addicted to tobacco. He smoked 20 cigars a day, and did not quit even when he was diagnosed with cancer of the jaw. He was operated upon more than two dozen times before the disease finally killed him. Even when his entire jaw had been replaced, he continued to smoke all day, every day.
Following a rare of working, a beaten man. After seven weeks I began smoking again...Since the first few cigars, I was able to work and was the master of my mood; before that life was unbearable."
In short, we are still governing our sex lives based on the advice of an addict. This is significant, since sex is governed by the same reward circuitry as all addictions. It period of abstinence from tobacco, engaged in at the insistence of his physician, he wrote:4"I have not smoked for seven weeks since the day of your injunction. At first I felt, as expected, outrageously bad. Cardiac symptoms accompanied by mild Depression, as well as the horrible misery of abstinence. These wore off but left me completely incapable
Monday, January 5, 2009
Jack Vettriano Betrayal No Turning Back 2001
Jack Vettriano Betrayal No Turning Back 2001Jack Vettriano Betrayal First Kiss 2001Jack Vettriano Beautiful Losers II
is out of the question," said the Beech. "You know I am worm-eaten! Ask the Elm and the Cypress."
Thereupon the Elm began to moan and moan: a mole had twisted his great toe the night before and he could hardly stand upright; and the Cypress excused himself and so did the Poplar, who declared that he was ill and shivering with fever. Then the Oak's indignation flared up:
"You are afraid of Man!" he exclaimed. "Even those unprotected and unarmed little Children inspire you with terror!... Well, all the Trees shook with fright and rushed at the Oak to hold him back. There was a struggle; and the old King, conquered by the weight of years, threw away his stick: , I shall go forth alone, old and shaky and blind as I am, against the hereditary enemy!…. Where is he?…." And groping his way with his stick, he moved towards Tyltyl, growling as he went. Our poor little friend had been very much afraid during the last few minutes. The Cat had left him suddenly, saying that she wanted to smooth down the excitement, and had not come back. Mytyl nestled trembling against him; and he felt very lonely, very unhappy among those dreadful people whose anger he was beginning to notice. When he saw the Oak marching on him with a threatening air, he drew his pocket-knife and defied him like a man: "Is it me he's after, that old one, with his big stick?'' he cried. But, at the sight of the knife, Man's irresistible weapon
is out of the question," said the Beech. "You know I am worm-eaten! Ask the Elm and the Cypress."
Thereupon the Elm began to moan and moan: a mole had twisted his great toe the night before and he could hardly stand upright; and the Cypress excused himself and so did the Poplar, who declared that he was ill and shivering with fever. Then the Oak's indignation flared up:
"You are afraid of Man!" he exclaimed. "Even those unprotected and unarmed little Children inspire you with terror!... Well, all the Trees shook with fright and rushed at the Oak to hold him back. There was a struggle; and the old King, conquered by the weight of years, threw away his stick: , I shall go forth alone, old and shaky and blind as I am, against the hereditary enemy!…. Where is he?…." And groping his way with his stick, he moved towards Tyltyl, growling as he went. Our poor little friend had been very much afraid during the last few minutes. The Cat had left him suddenly, saying that she wanted to smooth down the excitement, and had not come back. Mytyl nestled trembling against him; and he felt very lonely, very unhappy among those dreadful people whose anger he was beginning to notice. When he saw the Oak marching on him with a threatening air, he drew his pocket-knife and defied him like a man: "Is it me he's after, that old one, with his big stick?'' he cried. But, at the sight of the knife, Man's irresistible weapon
Friday, January 2, 2009
Abrishami My Valentine
Abrishami My ValentineAbrishami My EnjoymentAbrishami Loves CurtainAbrishami Love is Fantasy
Something that sounds good?" exclaimed Arthur. "An Ultimate Question that sounds good? From a couple of mice?" The mice bristled. "Well, I mean, yes idealism, yes the dignity of pure research, yes the pursuit of truth in all its forms, but there comes a point I'm afraid where you begin to suspect that if there's any real truth, it's that the entire multi-dimensional infinity of the Universe is almost certainly being run by a bunch of maniacs. And if it comes to a choice between spending yet another ten million years finding that out, and on the other hand just taking the money and running, then I for one could do with the exercise," said Frankie. "But ..." started Arthur, hopelessly. "Hey, will you get this, Earthman," interrupted Zaphod. "You are a last generation product of that matrix, right, and you were there right up to the moment your planet got the finger, yeah?" "Er ..." "So your brain was an organic part of the penultimate programme," said Ford, rather lucidly he thought. "Right?" said Zaphod. "Well," said Arthur doubtfully. He wasn't aware of ever having felt an organic part of anything. He had always seen this as one of his problems. "In other words," said Benji, steering his curious little vehicle right over to Arthur, "there's a good chance that the structure of the question is encoded in the structure of your brain - so we want to buy it off you." "What, the question?" said Arthur. "Yes," said Ford and Trillian.
Something that sounds good?" exclaimed Arthur. "An Ultimate Question that sounds good? From a couple of mice?" The mice bristled. "Well, I mean, yes idealism, yes the dignity of pure research, yes the pursuit of truth in all its forms, but there comes a point I'm afraid where you begin to suspect that if there's any real truth, it's that the entire multi-dimensional infinity of the Universe is almost certainly being run by a bunch of maniacs. And if it comes to a choice between spending yet another ten million years finding that out, and on the other hand just taking the money and running, then I for one could do with the exercise," said Frankie. "But ..." started Arthur, hopelessly. "Hey, will you get this, Earthman," interrupted Zaphod. "You are a last generation product of that matrix, right, and you were there right up to the moment your planet got the finger, yeah?" "Er ..." "So your brain was an organic part of the penultimate programme," said Ford, rather lucidly he thought. "Right?" said Zaphod. "Well," said Arthur doubtfully. He wasn't aware of ever having felt an organic part of anything. He had always seen this as one of his problems. "In other words," said Benji, steering his curious little vehicle right over to Arthur, "there's a good chance that the structure of the question is encoded in the structure of your brain - so we want to buy it off you." "What, the question?" said Arthur. "Yes," said Ford and Trillian.
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