Henri Rousseau SurpriseHenri Rousseau Sleeping GypsyHenri Rousseau Scout Attacked by a TigerHenri Rousseau Merry Jesters
Indeed, if anything, Boyle's magical tale, with its unconvincing one-dimensional characters and absurd plot devices, the heart of Mumbai. The film's depiction of the legendary Dharavi, to some one million people, is that of a feral wasteland, with little evidence of order, community or compassion. Other than the children, the "slumdogs," no-one is even remotely well-intentioned. Hustlers, thieves, and petty warlords run amok, and even Jamal's schoolteacher, a thin, bespectacled man who introduces him to the Three Musketeers, is inexplicably callous. This is a placgreatly understates the depth of suffering among India's poor. It is near-impossible, for example, that Jamal would emerge from his ravaged a dewy complexion and an upper-class accent. But the real problem with "Slumdog" is neither its characterization of India as just another Third World country, nor, within this, its shallow and largely impressionistic portrayal of poverty.The film's real problem is that it grossly minimizes the capabilities and even the basic humanity of those it so piously claims to speak for. It is no secret that much of "Slumdog" is meant to , the 213-hectare spread of slums at e of evil and decay; of a raw, chaotic tribalism.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Eduard Manet Spring
Eduard Manet SpringEdward Hopper Carolina MorningEdward Hopper New York New Haven and HartfordEdgar Degas Rehearsal on the Stage
that or the wolves. Twoflower nodded decisively.
It is interesting to note that, several hours later, a couple of wolves who were following Twoflower's scent arrived in which a number of irate wolves were milling about. His instructors at Unseen University, who had despaired of Rincewind's inability to master levitation, would have then been amazed at the speed with which he reached and climbed the nearest tree, without apparently touching it.
Now there was just the matter of the snake.
It was large and green, and wound itself along the branch with reptilian patience. Rincewind wondered if it was poisonous, then chided himself for asking such a silly question. Of coin the glade. Their green eyes fell on the strange eight-legged carving - which may indeed have been a spider, or an octopus, or may yet again have been something altogether more strange - and they immediately decided that they weren't so hungry, at that.About three miles away a failed wizard was hanging by his hands from a high branch in a beech tree.This was the end result of five minutes of crowded activity. First, an enraged she-bear had barged through the undergrowth and taken the throat out of his horse with one swipe of her paw. Then, as Rincewind had fled the carnage, he had run into a glade urse it would be poisonous.
that or the wolves. Twoflower nodded decisively.
It is interesting to note that, several hours later, a couple of wolves who were following Twoflower's scent arrived in which a number of irate wolves were milling about. His instructors at Unseen University, who had despaired of Rincewind's inability to master levitation, would have then been amazed at the speed with which he reached and climbed the nearest tree, without apparently touching it.
Now there was just the matter of the snake.
It was large and green, and wound itself along the branch with reptilian patience. Rincewind wondered if it was poisonous, then chided himself for asking such a silly question. Of coin the glade. Their green eyes fell on the strange eight-legged carving - which may indeed have been a spider, or an octopus, or may yet again have been something altogether more strange - and they immediately decided that they weren't so hungry, at that.About three miles away a failed wizard was hanging by his hands from a high branch in a beech tree.This was the end result of five minutes of crowded activity. First, an enraged she-bear had barged through the undergrowth and taken the throat out of his horse with one swipe of her paw. Then, as Rincewind had fled the carnage, he had run into a glade urse it would be poisonous.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Juan Gris Landscape with Houses at Ceret
Juan Gris Landscape with Houses at CeretGeorge Bellows Club NightCaravaggio The Seven Acts of MercyCaravaggio The Lute Player
We're lost, Pan!" she said. "Did you see those cliff-ghasts? And Mr. Scoresby shooting 'em? God help us if they come down here...."
"We better try and find the basket," he said, "maybe."
"We better not there still came the shrieking of the cliff-ghasts, though that seemed to be abating a little. She could see no more than two or three yards in the murk, and even Pantalaimon's owl eyes were helpless.
She made her way painfully, slipping and sliding on the rough rocks, away from the waves and up the beach a little, and found nothing but rock and snow, and no sign of call out," she said. "I did just now, but maybe I better not in case they hear us. I wish I knew where we were.""We might not like it if we did," he pointed out. "We might be at the bottom of a cliff with no way up, and the cliff-ghasts at the top to see us when the fog clears."She felt around, once she had rested a few more minutes, and found that she had landed in a gap between two ice-covered rocks. Freezing fog covered everything; to one side there was the crash of waves about fifty yards off, by the sound of it, and from high above
We're lost, Pan!" she said. "Did you see those cliff-ghasts? And Mr. Scoresby shooting 'em? God help us if they come down here...."
"We better try and find the basket," he said, "maybe."
"We better not there still came the shrieking of the cliff-ghasts, though that seemed to be abating a little. She could see no more than two or three yards in the murk, and even Pantalaimon's owl eyes were helpless.
She made her way painfully, slipping and sliding on the rough rocks, away from the waves and up the beach a little, and found nothing but rock and snow, and no sign of call out," she said. "I did just now, but maybe I better not in case they hear us. I wish I knew where we were.""We might not like it if we did," he pointed out. "We might be at the bottom of a cliff with no way up, and the cliff-ghasts at the top to see us when the fog clears."She felt around, once she had rested a few more minutes, and found that she had landed in a gap between two ice-covered rocks. Freezing fog covered everything; to one side there was the crash of waves about fifty yards off, by the sound of it, and from high above
Monday, February 23, 2009
John Singer Sargent Lady Agnew
John Singer Sargent Lady AgnewLord Frederick Leighton SolitudeFrancois Boucher Venus Consoling LoveFrancois Boucher The Toilet of Venus
won't remember who she is, what she saw, what she heard....Come on."
Lyra couldn't speak. She could hardly breathe. She had to let herself be carried through the station, along white fear she felt was almost a physical pain; it was a physical pain, as they pulled her and Pantalaimon over toward a large cage of pale silver mesh, above which a great pale silver blade hung poised to separate them forever and ever.
She found a voice at last, and screamed. The sound echoed loudly off the shiny surfaces, but the heavy door had hissed shut; she could scream and scream forever, and not a sound would escape.empty corridors, past rooms humming with anbaric power, past the dormitories where children slept with their dasmons on the pillow beside them, sharing their dreams; and every second of the way she watched Pantalaimon, and he reached for her, and their eyes never left each other.Then a door which opened by means of a large wheel; a hiss of air; and a brilliantly lit chamber with dazzling white tiles and stainless steel. The
won't remember who she is, what she saw, what she heard....Come on."
Lyra couldn't speak. She could hardly breathe. She had to let herself be carried through the station, along white fear she felt was almost a physical pain; it was a physical pain, as they pulled her and Pantalaimon over toward a large cage of pale silver mesh, above which a great pale silver blade hung poised to separate them forever and ever.
She found a voice at last, and screamed. The sound echoed loudly off the shiny surfaces, but the heavy door had hissed shut; she could scream and scream forever, and not a sound would escape.empty corridors, past rooms humming with anbaric power, past the dormitories where children slept with their dasmons on the pillow beside them, sharing their dreams; and every second of the way she watched Pantalaimon, and he reached for her, and their eyes never left each other.Then a door which opened by means of a large wheel; a hiss of air; and a brilliantly lit chamber with dazzling white tiles and stainless steel. The
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Georges Seurat Le Chahut
Georges Seurat Le ChahutWilliam Blake NebuchadnezzarWilliam Blake Jacob's LadderVincent van Gogh The Olive Trees
you die."
"Well, how come they do it over and over with different kids?" said someone. "They'd only need to do it once, wouldn't they?"
"I know what they do," said the first girl.
She had and then the nurse came in, the one with the soft voice. And she says, Come on, Tony, I know you're there, come on, we won't hurt you....And he says, What's going to happen? And she says, We just put you to sleep, and then we do a little operation, and then you wake up safe and sound. But Tony didn't believe her. He says-"
"The holes!" said someone. "They make a hole in your head like the Tartars! I bet!"
"Shut up! What else did the nurse say?" someone else put in. By this time, a everyone's attention now. But because they didn't want to let the staff know what they were talking about, they had to adopt a strange, half-careless, indifferent manner, while listening with passionate curiosity."How?" said someone." 'Cause I was with him when they came for him. We was in the linen room," she said.She was blushing hotly. If she was expecting jeers and teasing, they didn't come. All the children were subdued, and no one even smiled.The girl went on: "We was keeping quiet
you die."
"Well, how come they do it over and over with different kids?" said someone. "They'd only need to do it once, wouldn't they?"
"I know what they do," said the first girl.
She had and then the nurse came in, the one with the soft voice. And she says, Come on, Tony, I know you're there, come on, we won't hurt you....And he says, What's going to happen? And she says, We just put you to sleep, and then we do a little operation, and then you wake up safe and sound. But Tony didn't believe her. He says-"
"The holes!" said someone. "They make a hole in your head like the Tartars! I bet!"
"Shut up! What else did the nurse say?" someone else put in. By this time, a everyone's attention now. But because they didn't want to let the staff know what they were talking about, they had to adopt a strange, half-careless, indifferent manner, while listening with passionate curiosity."How?" said someone." 'Cause I was with him when they came for him. We was in the linen room," she said.She was blushing hotly. If she was expecting jeers and teasing, they didn't come. All the children were subdued, and no one even smiled.The girl went on: "We was keeping quiet
Friday, February 20, 2009
Tamara de Lempicka The Musician in Blue
Tamara de Lempicka The Musician in BlueTamara de Lempicka Reclining NudeTamara de Lempicka Portrait of Madame
Look up," he said.
Lyra raised her eyes and had to wipe them with the inside of her wrist, for she was so cold that tears were blurring themdoing?"
"Flying to war, maybe. I have never seen so many at one time."
"Do you know any witches, lorek?"
"I have served some. And fought some, too. This is a sight to frighten Lord Faa. If they are flying to the aid of your enemies, you should all be afraid."
"Lord Faa wouldn't be frightened. You en't afraid, are you?". When she could see clearly, she gasped at the sight of the sky. The Aurora had faded to a pallid trembling glimmer, but the stars were as bright as diamonds, and across the great dark diamond-scattered vault, hundreds upon hundreds of tiny black shapes were flying out of the east and south toward the north."Are they birds?" she said."They are witches," said the bear."Witches! What are they
Look up," he said.
Lyra raised her eyes and had to wipe them with the inside of her wrist, for she was so cold that tears were blurring themdoing?"
"Flying to war, maybe. I have never seen so many at one time."
"Do you know any witches, lorek?"
"I have served some. And fought some, too. This is a sight to frighten Lord Faa. If they are flying to the aid of your enemies, you should all be afraid."
"Lord Faa wouldn't be frightened. You en't afraid, are you?". When she could see clearly, she gasped at the sight of the sky. The Aurora had faded to a pallid trembling glimmer, but the stars were as bright as diamonds, and across the great dark diamond-scattered vault, hundreds upon hundreds of tiny black shapes were flying out of the east and south toward the north."Are they birds?" she said."They are witches," said the bear."Witches! What are they
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Thomas Moran Colburn's Butte, South Utah
Thomas Moran Colburn's Butte, South UtahThomas Moran Cliffs of the Upper Colorado riverThomas Moran Cliffs of Green River
bird like to nothing I'd seen before. She fell injured in the marsh and I set out to find her. She was like to drowning, and I got her on board and shot that bird down, and it fell into a bog, to my regret, for it was as big as a bittern,said, "that's what it seemed. Being as she'd fell out of the air, I more than suspected she was a witch. She looked exactly like a young woman, thinner than some and prettier than most, but not seeing that daemon gave me a hideous turn."
"En't they got daemons then, the witches?" said the other man, Michael Canzona.
"Their daemons is invisible, I expect," said Adam Stefanski. "He and flame-red.""Ah," the other men murmured, captured by Farder Coram's story."Now, when I got her in the boat," he went on, "I had the most grim shock I'd ever known, because that young woman had no daemon."It was as if he'd said, "She had no head." The very thought was repugnant. The men shuddered, their daemons bristled or shook themselves or cawed harshly, and the men soothed them. Pantalaimon crept into Lyra's arms, their hearts beating together."At least," Farder Coram
bird like to nothing I'd seen before. She fell injured in the marsh and I set out to find her. She was like to drowning, and I got her on board and shot that bird down, and it fell into a bog, to my regret, for it was as big as a bittern,said, "that's what it seemed. Being as she'd fell out of the air, I more than suspected she was a witch. She looked exactly like a young woman, thinner than some and prettier than most, but not seeing that daemon gave me a hideous turn."
"En't they got daemons then, the witches?" said the other man, Michael Canzona.
"Their daemons is invisible, I expect," said Adam Stefanski. "He and flame-red.""Ah," the other men murmured, captured by Farder Coram's story."Now, when I got her in the boat," he went on, "I had the most grim shock I'd ever known, because that young woman had no daemon."It was as if he'd said, "She had no head." The very thought was repugnant. The men shuddered, their daemons bristled or shook themselves or cawed harshly, and the men soothed them. Pantalaimon crept into Lyra's arms, their hearts beating together."At least," Farder Coram
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Unknown Artist onderdonk Fields of Bluebonnets
Unknown Artist onderdonk Fields of BluebonnetsUnknown Artist Moses A Beautiful WorldUnknown Artist moran East HamptonUnknown Artist macleod A Glimpse of the CapitolUnknown Artist Lois Mailou JonesUnknown Artist Lemmen Beach at Heist
knew that, I'll be bound."
Bernie was a kindly, solitary man, one of those rare people whose daemon was the same sex as himself. It was Bernie she'd shouted at in her despair when Roger was taken. And Bernie had been telling the gyptians everythingto remember it exactly. "He...I had to go and see him first thing that morning, and I mustn't tell Mrs. Coulter....It was like he wanted to protect me from her..." She stopped, and looked at the two men carefully, and then ! She marveled."So anyway," John Faa went on, "we heard about you going away from how it came about at a time when Lord Asriel was imprisoned and couldn't prevent it. And we remembered what he'd said to the Master that he must never do, and we remembered that the man your mother had married, the politician Lord Asriel killed, was called Edward Coulter.""Mrs. Coulter?" said Lyra, quite stupefied. "She en't my mother?""She is. And if your father had been free, she wouldn't never have dared to defy him, and you'd still be at Jordan, not knowing a thing. But what the Master was a doing letting you go is a mystery I can't explain. He was charged with your care. All I can guess is that she had some power over him."Lyra suddenly understood the Master's curious behavior on the morning she'd left."But he didn't want to..." she said, trying
knew that, I'll be bound."
Bernie was a kindly, solitary man, one of those rare people whose daemon was the same sex as himself. It was Bernie she'd shouted at in her despair when Roger was taken. And Bernie had been telling the gyptians everythingto remember it exactly. "He...I had to go and see him first thing that morning, and I mustn't tell Mrs. Coulter....It was like he wanted to protect me from her..." She stopped, and looked at the two men carefully, and then ! She marveled."So anyway," John Faa went on, "we heard about you going away from how it came about at a time when Lord Asriel was imprisoned and couldn't prevent it. And we remembered what he'd said to the Master that he must never do, and we remembered that the man your mother had married, the politician Lord Asriel killed, was called Edward Coulter.""Mrs. Coulter?" said Lyra, quite stupefied. "She en't my mother?""She is. And if your father had been free, she wouldn't never have dared to defy him, and you'd still be at Jordan, not knowing a thing. But what the Master was a doing letting you go is a mystery I can't explain. He was charged with your care. All I can guess is that she had some power over him."Lyra suddenly understood the Master's curious behavior on the morning she'd left."But he didn't want to..." she said, trying
Monday, February 16, 2009
Claude Monet Water Lilies
Claude Monet Water LiliesClaude Monet Chemin dans les Bles a PourvilleVincent van Gogh Wheatfield under a Cloudy Sky
new dress to wear, or the Royal Arctic Institute to visit, and then she forgot him again.
When Lyra had been living there for six weeks or so, Mrs. Coulter decided to hold a cocktail party. Lyra had the . She dutifully wrote down all the names Mrs. Coulter suggested, spelling them atrociously and then crossing them out when Mrs. Coulter decided against them after all.
When Lyra went to bed, Pantalaimon whispered from the pillow:
"She's never going to the North! She's going to keep us here forever. When are we going to run away?"
"She is," Lyra whispered back. "You just don't like her. Well, that's impression that there was something to celebrate, though Mrs. Coulter never said what it was. She ordered flowers, she discussed canapes and drinks with the caterer, and she spent a whole evening with Lyra deciding whom to invite."We must have the archbishop. I couldn't afford to leave him out, though he's the most hateful old snob. Lord Boreal is in town: he'll be fun. And the Princess Postnikova. Do you think it would be right to invite Erik Andersson? I wonder if it's about time to take him up...."Erik Andersson was dancer. Lyra had no idea what "take him up" meant, but she enjoyed giving her opinion nonetheless
new dress to wear, or the Royal Arctic Institute to visit, and then she forgot him again.
When Lyra had been living there for six weeks or so, Mrs. Coulter decided to hold a cocktail party. Lyra had the . She dutifully wrote down all the names Mrs. Coulter suggested, spelling them atrociously and then crossing them out when Mrs. Coulter decided against them after all.
When Lyra went to bed, Pantalaimon whispered from the pillow:
"She's never going to the North! She's going to keep us here forever. When are we going to run away?"
"She is," Lyra whispered back. "You just don't like her. Well, that's impression that there was something to celebrate, though Mrs. Coulter never said what it was. She ordered flowers, she discussed canapes and drinks with the caterer, and she spent a whole evening with Lyra deciding whom to invite."We must have the archbishop. I couldn't afford to leave him out, though he's the most hateful old snob. Lord Boreal is in town: he'll be fun. And the Princess Postnikova. Do you think it would be right to invite Erik Andersson? I wonder if it's about time to take him up...."Erik Andersson was dancer. Lyra had no idea what "take him up" meant, but she enjoyed giving her opinion nonetheless
Unknown Artist warmth by volk
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fascinating. With Gobblers forgotten again, the two children tiptoed from end to end holding a candle in trembling fingers, peering into every dark corner, with a single question growing more urgent in Lyra's mind every momentsenselessly, and changing shape to look like gargoyles, each trying to be uglier than the other.
Finally, and almost simultaneously, the children discovered what it was like to be drunk.
"Do they like doing this?" gasped Roger, after vomiting copiously.
"Yes," said Lyra, in the same condition. "And so do I," she added stubbornly.
: what did the wine taste like?There was an easy way of answering that. Lyra-over Roger's fervent protests-picked out the oldest, twistiest, greenest bottle she could find, and, not having anything to extract the cork with, broke it off at the neck. Huddled in the furthest corner, they sipped at the heady crimson liquor, wondering when they'd become drunk, and how they'd tell when they were. Lyra didn't like the taste much, but she had to admit how grand and complicated it was. The funniest thing was watching their two daemons, who seemed to be getting more and more muddled: falling over, giggling
fascinating. With Gobblers forgotten again, the two children tiptoed from end to end holding a candle in trembling fingers, peering into every dark corner, with a single question growing more urgent in Lyra's mind every momentsenselessly, and changing shape to look like gargoyles, each trying to be uglier than the other.
Finally, and almost simultaneously, the children discovered what it was like to be drunk.
"Do they like doing this?" gasped Roger, after vomiting copiously.
"Yes," said Lyra, in the same condition. "And so do I," she added stubbornly.
: what did the wine taste like?There was an easy way of answering that. Lyra-over Roger's fervent protests-picked out the oldest, twistiest, greenest bottle she could find, and, not having anything to extract the cork with, broke it off at the neck. Huddled in the furthest corner, they sipped at the heady crimson liquor, wondering when they'd become drunk, and how they'd tell when they were. Lyra didn't like the taste much, but she had to admit how grand and complicated it was. The funniest thing was watching their two daemons, who seemed to be getting more and more muddled: falling over, giggling
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Winslow Homer Rowing Home
Winslow Homer Rowing HomeWinslow Homer Kissing the MoonWinslow Homer Gloucester Harbor
truth about human beings: that innocence is different from experience. The Oblation Board fears and hates Dust, and the Specters feast on it, but it's Dust both of them are obsessed by."
"They're have invaded this city, and the adults have gone to safety. You notice how few boats there are in the harbor? The children will come to no harm."
"Except for the older ones. Like that poor kid down there."
"Mr. Scoresby, that is the way this world works. And if you want to put an end to cruelty and injustice, you must take me farther on. I have a job to do."clustered around that kid down there.""He's growing up. They'll attack him soon, and then his will become a blank, indifferent misery. He's doomed.""For Pete's sake! Can't we rescue him?""No. The Specters would seize us at once. They can't touch us up here; all we can do is watch and fly on.""But where are the adults? You don't tell me the whole world is full of children alone?""Those children are Specter-orphans. There are many gangs of them in this world. They wander about living on what they can find when the adults flee. And there's plenty to find, as you can see. They don't starve. It looks as if a multitude of Specters
truth about human beings: that innocence is different from experience. The Oblation Board fears and hates Dust, and the Specters feast on it, but it's Dust both of them are obsessed by."
"They're have invaded this city, and the adults have gone to safety. You notice how few boats there are in the harbor? The children will come to no harm."
"Except for the older ones. Like that poor kid down there."
"Mr. Scoresby, that is the way this world works. And if you want to put an end to cruelty and injustice, you must take me farther on. I have a job to do."clustered around that kid down there.""He's growing up. They'll attack him soon, and then his will become a blank, indifferent misery. He's doomed.""For Pete's sake! Can't we rescue him?""No. The Specters would seize us at once. They can't touch us up here; all we can do is watch and fly on.""But where are the adults? You don't tell me the whole world is full of children alone?""Those children are Specter-orphans. There are many gangs of them in this world. They wander about living on what they can find when the adults flee. And there's plenty to find, as you can see. They don't starve. It looks as if a multitude of Specters
Paul Cezanne Apples Peaches Pears and Grapes
Paul Cezanne Apples Peaches Pears and GrapesLaurie Maitland Symphony in Red and Khaki IIWilliam Bouguereau Youth
We could look at the alethiometer," Pantalaimon said at one point when they'd dawdled on the path to see how close they could get to a browsing fawn before it saw them. "We never promised not to. And we could find out all kinds of things for him. We'd be doing it for him, not for us."
"Don't be stupid," Lyra said. "It would be us we'd be doing it for, 'cause he'd never ask. You're just greedy and nosy, Pan.""You're sulking because I won't do what you want.""That makes a change. It's normally you who's greedy and nosy, and me who has to warn you not to do things. Like in the retiring room at Jordan. I never wanted to go in there.""If we hadn't, Pan, d'you think all this would have happened?""No. 'Cause the Master would have poisoned Lord Asriel, and that would've been the end of it.""Yeah, I suppose… Who d'you think Will's father is, though? And why's he important?""That's what I mean! We could find out in a moment!"And she looked wistful. "I might have done once," she said, "but I'm changing, I think, Pan.""No you're not.""You might not be… Hey, Pan, when I change, you'll stop changing. What're you going to be?""A flea, I hope.""No, but don't you get any feelings about what you might be?""No. I don't want to, either."
We could look at the alethiometer," Pantalaimon said at one point when they'd dawdled on the path to see how close they could get to a browsing fawn before it saw them. "We never promised not to. And we could find out all kinds of things for him. We'd be doing it for him, not for us."
"Don't be stupid," Lyra said. "It would be us we'd be doing it for, 'cause he'd never ask. You're just greedy and nosy, Pan.""You're sulking because I won't do what you want.""That makes a change. It's normally you who's greedy and nosy, and me who has to warn you not to do things. Like in the retiring room at Jordan. I never wanted to go in there.""If we hadn't, Pan, d'you think all this would have happened?""No. 'Cause the Master would have poisoned Lord Asriel, and that would've been the end of it.""Yeah, I suppose… Who d'you think Will's father is, though? And why's he important?""That's what I mean! We could find out in a moment!"And she looked wistful. "I might have done once," she said, "but I'm changing, I think, Pan.""No you're not.""You might not be… Hey, Pan, when I change, you'll stop changing. What're you going to be?""A flea, I hope.""No, but don't you get any feelings about what you might be?""No. I don't want to, either."
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Gustave Courbet Plage de Normandie
Gustave Courbet Plage de NormandieThomas Kinkade HOMETOWN MORNINGEdward Hopper Sunday
cheery singles into the Top 10. He contributed to four nominated songs at this year's Grammys on Feb. 8 (see page 51), and his influence is still spreading. When Kanye West was looking for an effect to match some lazy. "Sometimes a singer will do lots of takes when they're recording a song, and you really can hear the emotional difference when someone does a great performance vs. an average one," says Rubin. "If you're pitch-correcting, you might not bother to make the effort. You might just get it done and put it through the machine so it's all in tune." Rubin has taken to having an ethical conversation before each new recording sessionheartbroken lyrics, he flew T-Pain to Hawaii to see how many ways they could tweak Auto-Tune. Diddy gave a percentage of his upcoming album's profits to T-Pain in exchange for some lessons. Even Prince is rumored to be experimenting with Auto-Tune on his new record. "I know [Auto-Tune] better than anyone," says T-Pain. "And even I'm just figuring out all the ways you can use it to change the mood of a record."Rubin, who's produced artists as diverse as the Dixie Chicks and Metallica, worries that the safety net of Auto-Tune is making singers
cheery singles into the Top 10. He contributed to four nominated songs at this year's Grammys on Feb. 8 (see page 51), and his influence is still spreading. When Kanye West was looking for an effect to match some lazy. "Sometimes a singer will do lots of takes when they're recording a song, and you really can hear the emotional difference when someone does a great performance vs. an average one," says Rubin. "If you're pitch-correcting, you might not bother to make the effort. You might just get it done and put it through the machine so it's all in tune." Rubin has taken to having an ethical conversation before each new recording sessionheartbroken lyrics, he flew T-Pain to Hawaii to see how many ways they could tweak Auto-Tune. Diddy gave a percentage of his upcoming album's profits to T-Pain in exchange for some lessons. Even Prince is rumored to be experimenting with Auto-Tune on his new record. "I know [Auto-Tune] better than anyone," says T-Pain. "And even I'm just figuring out all the ways you can use it to change the mood of a record."Rubin, who's produced artists as diverse as the Dixie Chicks and Metallica, worries that the safety net of Auto-Tune is making singers
Friday, February 6, 2009
Jean Fragonard Young Girl Reading
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But Will wasn't harmless either.
He'd seized the rope when Lyra dropped it, and now he wrapped it around his left hand for protection against the knife. He moved sideways between the young man and the sun, so that his antagonist had to squint and blink. Even better, the glass structure threw brilliant reflections into his eyes, and Will could see that for a moment shoe connecting with the hilt, luckily for him, and it spun across the lead and came to rest in the gutter just beside a drainage hole. The rope hahe was almost blinded.He leaped to the man's left, away from the knife, holding his left hand high, and kicked hard at the man's knee. He'd taken care to aim, and his foot connected well. The man went down with a loud grunt and twisted away awkwardly.Will leaped after him, kicking again and again, kicking whatever parts he could reach, driving the man back and back toward the glass house. If he could get him to the top of the stairs…This time the man fell more heavily, and his right hand with the knife in it came down on the lead at Will's feet. Will stamped on it at once, hard, crushing the man's fingers between the hilt and the lead, and then wrapped the rope more tightly around his hand and stamped a second time. The man yelled and let go of the knife. At once Will kicked it away, his d come loose around his hand once more, and there seemed
But Will wasn't harmless either.
He'd seized the rope when Lyra dropped it, and now he wrapped it around his left hand for protection against the knife. He moved sideways between the young man and the sun, so that his antagonist had to squint and blink. Even better, the glass structure threw brilliant reflections into his eyes, and Will could see that for a moment shoe connecting with the hilt, luckily for him, and it spun across the lead and came to rest in the gutter just beside a drainage hole. The rope hahe was almost blinded.He leaped to the man's left, away from the knife, holding his left hand high, and kicked hard at the man's knee. He'd taken care to aim, and his foot connected well. The man went down with a loud grunt and twisted away awkwardly.Will leaped after him, kicking again and again, kicking whatever parts he could reach, driving the man back and back toward the glass house. If he could get him to the top of the stairs…This time the man fell more heavily, and his right hand with the knife in it came down on the lead at Will's feet. Will stamped on it at once, hard, crushing the man's fingers between the hilt and the lead, and then wrapped the rope more tightly around his hand and stamped a second time. The man yelled and let go of the knife. At once Will kicked it away, his d come loose around his hand once more, and there seemed
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Leroy Neiman 18th at Valhalla
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He said nothing. He rubbed his eyes and blinked hard to try and wake himself up.
"We can't go back through the window till much later," he said. "We shouldn't have come through in daylight anyway. We can't risk anyone seeing. And now we've got to hang around for hours…"
"I'm hungrydog and the popcorn, gulped the Coca-Cola, and gasped and laughed with delight at the characters on the screen. Luckily it was a noisy audience, full of children, and her excitement wasn't conspicuous. Will closed his eyes at once and went to sleep.
He woke when he heard the clatter of seats as people moved out,," Lyra said.Then he said, "I know! We can go to the cinema!""The what?""I'll show you. We can get some food there too."There was a cinema near the city center, ten minutes' walk away. Will paid for both of them to get in, and bought hot dogs and popcorn and Coke, and they carried the food inside and sat down just as the film was beginning.Lyra was entranced. She had seen projected photograms, but nothing in her world had prepared her for the cinema. She wolfed down the hot
He said nothing. He rubbed his eyes and blinked hard to try and wake himself up.
"We can't go back through the window till much later," he said. "We shouldn't have come through in daylight anyway. We can't risk anyone seeing. And now we've got to hang around for hours…"
"I'm hungrydog and the popcorn, gulped the Coca-Cola, and gasped and laughed with delight at the characters on the screen. Luckily it was a noisy audience, full of children, and her excitement wasn't conspicuous. Will closed his eyes at once and went to sleep.
He woke when he heard the clatter of seats as people moved out,," Lyra said.Then he said, "I know! We can go to the cinema!""The what?""I'll show you. We can get some food there too."There was a cinema near the city center, ten minutes' walk away. Will paid for both of them to get in, and bought hot dogs and popcorn and Coke, and they carried the food inside and sat down just as the film was beginning.Lyra was entranced. She had seen projected photograms, but nothing in her world had prepared her for the cinema. She wolfed down the hot
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
John Singer Sargent The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit
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others, and he took care to learn from her then how to shop and cook and keep the house clean, so that he could do it when she was confused and frightened. And he learned how to conceal himself, too, how to remain unnoticed at schoolthat. Because there came times when the darkness cleared from her mind, and she was happy again, and she laughed at her fears and blessed him for looking after her so well; and she was so full of love and sweetness then that he could think of no better companion, and wanted nothing more than to live with her alone forever.
But then the men came.
They weren't police, and they weren't social services, and , how not to attract attention from the neighbors, even when his mother was in such a state of fear and madness that she could barely speak. What Will himself feared more than anything was that the authorities would find out about her, and take her away, and put him in a Home among strangers. Any difficulty was better than
others, and he took care to learn from her then how to shop and cook and keep the house clean, so that he could do it when she was confused and frightened. And he learned how to conceal himself, too, how to remain unnoticed at schoolthat. Because there came times when the darkness cleared from her mind, and she was happy again, and she laughed at her fears and blessed him for looking after her so well; and she was so full of love and sweetness then that he could think of no better companion, and wanted nothing more than to live with her alone forever.
But then the men came.
They weren't police, and they weren't social services, and , how not to attract attention from the neighbors, even when his mother was in such a state of fear and madness that she could barely speak. What Will himself feared more than anything was that the authorities would find out about her, and take her away, and put him in a Home among strangers. Any difficulty was better than
Monday, February 2, 2009
Thomas Kinkade yankee stadium
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First it will become wireless and ubiquitous, crawling into the woodwork and perhaps even under our skin. Eventually, it will disappearThe Internet seems to have just arrived, so how can we possibly imagine what will replace it? In truth, early versions of the Net have been around since the 1960s and '70s, but only after the mid-1990s did it begin to have a serious public impact. Since 1994, the population of users has grown from Like the rest of infrastructure, the Internet will eventually seem to disappear by becoming ubiquitous. Most access will probably be via high-speed, low-power radio links. Most handheld, fixed and mobile appliances will be Internet enabled. This trend is already discernible in the form of Internet-enabledpersonal digital assistants. Like the servants of centuries past, our household helpers will chatter with one another and with the outside help.
At some point, the armada of devices we strap to our bodies like tools on Batman's belt will coalesce into a smaller number of multifunction devices. Equipped with radio links, a pda can serve as an appliance-control remoteabout 13 million to more than 300 million around the world. About half are in North America, and most--despite significant progress in rolling out high-speed access--still reach the Internet by way of the public telephone
What will the Internet be like 20 years from
First it will become wireless and ubiquitous, crawling into the woodwork and perhaps even under our skin. Eventually, it will disappearThe Internet seems to have just arrived, so how can we possibly imagine what will replace it? In truth, early versions of the Net have been around since the 1960s and '70s, but only after the mid-1990s did it begin to have a serious public impact. Since 1994, the population of users has grown from Like the rest of infrastructure, the Internet will eventually seem to disappear by becoming ubiquitous. Most access will probably be via high-speed, low-power radio links. Most handheld, fixed and mobile appliances will be Internet enabled. This trend is already discernible in the form of Internet-enabledpersonal digital assistants. Like the servants of centuries past, our household helpers will chatter with one another and with the outside help.
At some point, the armada of devices we strap to our bodies like tools on Batman's belt will coalesce into a smaller number of multifunction devices. Equipped with radio links, a pda can serve as an appliance-control remoteabout 13 million to more than 300 million around the world. About half are in North America, and most--despite significant progress in rolling out high-speed access--still reach the Internet by way of the public telephone
What will the Internet be like 20 years from
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Henri Matisse Odalisque
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Her hand was warm. He was more aware of that than of the great mass of leaves and branches above them. Pretending to gaze vacantly at the horizon, he let his attention wander upward into the confused mass of green, brown, and blue, and there, she was right! , there was a something that was not the tree. And beside it, another.to change their minds, by shaking their heads and walking away.
"I wish we could look behind," Lyra said when they were a few hundred yards away.
"Just go on walking. They can see us, and they won't get lost. They'll come to us when they want to."
They stepped off the black road and into the knee-high grass, swishing their legs through the stems, watching the insects hovering, darting, fluttering, skimming, hearing the million-voiced chorus chirrup and scrape.
"What are you going to do, Will?" Lyra said quietly after they'd walked "Walk away," Will said under his breath. "We'll go somewhere else and see if they follow us.""Suppose they don't... But yes, all right," Lyra whispered back.They pretended to look all around; they set their hands on one of the branches resting on the ground, as if they were intending to climb; they pretended
Her hand was warm. He was more aware of that than of the great mass of leaves and branches above them. Pretending to gaze vacantly at the horizon, he let his attention wander upward into the confused mass of green, brown, and blue, and there, she was right! , there was a something that was not the tree. And beside it, another.to change their minds, by shaking their heads and walking away.
"I wish we could look behind," Lyra said when they were a few hundred yards away.
"Just go on walking. They can see us, and they won't get lost. They'll come to us when they want to."
They stepped off the black road and into the knee-high grass, swishing their legs through the stems, watching the insects hovering, darting, fluttering, skimming, hearing the million-voiced chorus chirrup and scrape.
"What are you going to do, Will?" Lyra said quietly after they'd walked "Walk away," Will said under his breath. "We'll go somewhere else and see if they follow us.""Suppose they don't... But yes, all right," Lyra whispered back.They pretended to look all around; they set their hands on one of the branches resting on the ground, as if they were intending to climb; they pretended
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