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Jack Vettriano Between Darkness and Dawn

2009-05-14T00:58:00.000-07:00

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of music,' said Ridcully. 'My word!'
'What I'd like to try,' said Ponder, 'is getting the musicians to play in front of a lot of strings like this. Perhaps we could trap the music.'to stop it, not make more of it.'
'What exactly is wrong with it?' said Ponder.
`It's . . . well, can't you see?' said Ridcully. 'It makes people act funny. Wear funny clothes. Be rude. Not do what they're told. I can't do a thing with them. It's not right. Besides . . . remember Mr Hong.'
'It's certainly very unusual,' said Ponder. 'Can we get some more? For study purposes? Archchancellor?'
Ridcully shrugged. ' We follow the Dean,' he said.
'Good grief,' breathed Buddy, in the huge echoing emptiness. 'No wonder they 'What for?' said Ridcully. ' What on Disc for?''Well . . . if you could get music in boxes you wouldn't need musicians any more.'Ridcully hesitated. There was a lot to be said for the idea. A world without musicians had a certain appeal. They were a scruffy bunch, in his experience. Quite unhygienic.He shook his head, reluctantly.`Not this sort of music,' he said. `We want

Jack Vettriano The Tourist Trap

2009-05-12T22:50:00.000-07:00

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'It's, it's, it's a guitar, Archchancellor,' said the Dean, walking hurriedly backwards as Ridcully approached. 'I just bought it.'
'I can see that, I can the major seventh as a passing tone?' said the Dean.
The Archchancellor peered at the open page.
'But this says "Lesson One: Fairy Footsteps",' he said.
'Um, um, um, I was getting a bit impatient,' said the Dean.
'You've never been musical, Dean,' said Ridcully. 'It's one of your good points. Why the sudden interest ‑ what have you got on your feet?'hear that, what was it you were tryin' to do?''I was practising, er, riffs,' said the Dean. He waved a badly printed woodcut defensively in Ridcully's face.The Archchancellor grabbed it.'"Blert Wheedown's Guitar Primer",' he read. ' "Play your Way to Succefs in Three Easy Lefsons and Eighteen Hard Lefsons". Well? I've nothin' against guitars, pleasant airs, a‑spying young maidens one morning in May and so on, but that wasn't playin'. That was just noise. I mean, what was it supposed to be?''A lick based on an E pentatonic scale using

Edgar Degas After the Bath

2009-05-11T23:26:00.001-07:00

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ornate frame around it, with a skulls‑and‑bones motif.
She pushed the like rock and it certainly wasn't wood. It made no sound when Susan walked on it. It was simply surface, in the purely geometrical sense.
The carpet had a skull‑and‑bones pattern.
It was also black. Everything was black, or a shade of grey. Here and there door open.This room could have housed a small town.A small area of carpet occupied the middle distance, no more than a hectare in size. It took Susan several minutes to reach the edge.It was a room within a room. There was a large, heavy‑looking desk on a raised dais, with a leather swivel chair behind it. There was a large model of the Discworld, on a sort of ornament made of four elephants standing on the shell of a turtle. There were several bookshelves, the large volumes piled in the haphazard fashion of people who're far too busy using the books ever to arrange them properly. There was even a window, hanging in the air a few feet above the ground.But there were no walls. There was nothing between the edge of the carpet and the walls of the greater room except floor, and even that was far too precise a word for it. It didn't look

Francisco de Goya Clothed Maja

2009-05-11T23:26:00.000-07:00

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Soul Cake Tuesday Duck didn't apparently have any kind of a home. Nor did Old Man Trouble or the Sandman, as far as she knew.
She walked around the house, which wasn't much larger than a cottage. Definitely. Whoever lived here had no taste at all.at it another way.
She tried to walk towards the nearest one, and gave up after a few wildly teetering steps. Finally she managed to reach it by taking aim and then shutting her eyes.
The door was at one and the same time about normal human size and immensely She found the front door. It was black, with a knocker in the shape of an omega.Susan reached for it, but the door opened by itself.And the hall stretched away in front of her, far bigger than the outside of the house could possibly contain. She could distantly make out a stairway wide enough for the tap‑dancing finale in a musical.There was something else wrong with the perspective. There clearly was a wall a long way off but, at the same time, it looked as though it was painted in the air a mere fifteen feet or so away. It was as if distance was optional.There was a large clock against one wall. Its slow tick filled the immense space.There's a room, she thought. I remember the room of whispers.Doors lined the hall at wide intervals. Or short intervals, if you looked

John Constable Flatford Mill

2009-05-08T01:41:00.000-07:00

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because you like Logic and Maths and don't like Language and History?'
Miss Butts concentrated. There was no way the child could have left the room. If she really stressed her mind, she could catch a . It was always raining in Llamedos. Rain was the country's main export. It had rain mines.
Imp the bard sat under the evergreen, more out of habit than any real hope that it would keep the rain off. Water just dribbled through the spiky leaves and formed rivulets down the twigs, so that it was really a sort of rain concentrator. Occasional lumps of rain would splat on to his head.
He was eighteen, extremely talented and, currently, not at ease with his life.suggestion of a voice saying, 'Don't know, Miss Butts.''Susan, it is really most upsetting when–’Miss Butts paused. She looked around the study, and then glanced at a note pinned to the papers in front of her. She appeared to read it, looked puzzled for a moment, and then rolled it up and dropped it into the wastepaper basket. She picked up a pen and, after staring into space for a moment, turned her attention to the school accounts.Susan waited politely for a while, and then got up and left as quietly as possible.Certain things have to happen before other things. Gods play games with the fates of men. But first they have to get all the pieces on the board, and look all over the place for the dice.It was raining in the small, mountainous country of Llamedos

Paul Cezanne A Modern Olympia

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

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Gaspode, crunching it up in his dreadful teeth. 'I'm brilliant. Brilliant.'
'You'd better pray Big Fido doesn't find out,' said Angua.
'Nah. He won'tAngua bounded up the stairs, and clawed open the nearest door.
It was Carrot's bedroom. The smell of him, a kind of golden-pink colour, filled it from edge to edge.
There was a drawing of a dwarf mine carefully pinned to one wall. Another held a large sheet of cheap paper on which had been drawn, in careful pencil line, with many crossings-out and smudges, a map touch me. I worry him. I've got the Power.' He scratched an ear vigorously. 'Look, you don't have to go back in there, we could go and—''No.'Story of my life,' said Gaspode. 'There's Gaspode. Give him a kick.'I thought you had this big happy family to go back to.' said Angua, as she pushed open the door.'Eh? Oh, yes. Right,' said Gaspode hurriedly. 'Yes. But I like my, sort of, independence. I could stroll back home like a shot, any time I wanted.'

Nicolas De Stael Fiesole 1953

2009-05-03T23:40:00.000-07:00

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a temple,' he said, and his voice boomed away into the distance.
'Writing here on wall,' said Detritus.
Cuddy peered at the letters hacked deeply into the stone.
' "VIA CLOACA",' slime.
' "Cirone IV me fabricat",' he read aloud. 'He was one of the early kings, wasn't he? Hey . . . do you know what that means?'
'No-one's been down here since yesterday,' said Detritus.
'No! This place . . . this place is more than two thousand years old. We're he said. 'Hmm. Well, now . . . via is an old word for street or way. Cloaca means . . .'He peered into the gloom.'This is a sewer,' he said.'What that?''It's like . . . well, where do trolls dump their . . . rubbish?' said Cuddy.'In street,' said Detritus. 'Hygienic.' 'This is . . . an underground street just for . . . well, for crap,' said Cuddy. 'I never knew Ankh-Morpork had them.''Maybe Ankh-Morpork didn't know Ankh-Morpork had them,' said Detritus.'Right. You're right. This place is old. We're in the bowels of the earth.''In Ankh-Morpork even the shit have a street to itself,' said Detritus, awe and wonder in his voice. 'Truly, this a land of opportunity.''Here's some more writing,' said Cuddy. He scraped away some

Amedeo Modigliani Seated Nude

2009-04-28T22:34:00.000-07:00

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'That's a long time.'
'But we've been working on the ivory for only a week and it's going very well!' said the alchemist quickly.
Except for some side . He nodded to a figure bent over a cue.
'Er, Mr Silverfish—' he began.
'Quiet! Game on!' said the head alchemist, squinting at the white ball.
Sendivoge glanced at the score rail.
'Twenty-one points,' he said. 'My word. Perhaps we're adding just the right amount of camphor to the nitro-cellulose after all—'
There was a click. The cue ball rolled away, bounced off the cushion—effects which we'll doubtless soon be able to sort out.'He pushed open a door.It was a large room, heavily outfitted with the usual badly ventilated furnaces, rows of bubbling crucibles, and one stuffed alligator. Things floated in jars. The air smelled of a limited life expectancy.A lot of equipment had been moved away, however, to make room for a billiard table. Half a dozen alchemists were standing around it in the manner of men poised to run.'It's the third this week,' said Sendivoge, gloomily

Sung Kim Palm Reflection

2009-04-27T23:48:00.000-07:00

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yeah? you even know who your father is, do you?'
'—that, while you must certainly celebrate your proud ethnic folkways, to profit by the example of my fellow officers here, who have sunk their ancient differences—'
'—I smash you head, attention to him. He turned.
Sung Kim Escape
Lance-Constable Cuddy was upside down, because Lance-Constable Detritus was trying to bounce him on the cobbles by his helmet, although Lance-Constable Cuddy was putting the position to good effect by gripping Lance-Constable Detritus around the knee and trying to sink his teeth into Lance-Constable Detritus' ankle.
The opposing marchers watched in fascination.
'We should do something!' said Angua, from the guards' hiding place in the alley.
'Weeell,' said Sergeant Colon, slowly, 'it's always very tricky, ethnicyou roguesome dwarfs!''—for the greater benefit of—''—I could take you with one hand tied behind my back!''—the city, whose badge they are—'' —you get opportunity! I tie BOTH hands behind you back!''—proud and privileged to wear.''Aargh!''Ooow!'It dawned on Carrot that hardly anyone was paying any

Salvador Dali Tiger

2009-04-26T22:55:00.000-07:00

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And no one even thought to leave a damn window
open! Can’t you hear them?”
“Hear what?”
Nanny looked around hurriedly and picked up a silver

candlestick.
Magrat snatched it out of her hand.
“This happens to be,” winding her arm back, “very nearly,”
taking aim, “Very slowly, she sat up. She focused on Magrat and
Nanny Ogg with some difficulty, and said:
“I wantzzz a bunzzch of flowerszz, a pot of honey, and
someone to szzzting.”my castle—“The candlestick flew up, turning end over end, and hit a big stained glass window right in the center.Fresh sunlight extruded down to the table, visibly mov-ing in the Disc’s slow magical field. And down it, like mar-bles down a chute, the bees cascaded.The swarm settled on the witch’s head, giving the impression of a very dangerous wig.“What did you—“ Ridcully began.“She’s going to swank about this for weeks,” said Nanny. “No one’s ever done it with bees. Their mind’s everywhere, see? Not just in one bee. In the whole swarm.”“What are you—“Granny Weatherwax’s fingers twitched.Her eyes flickered.

Mark Spain Night Light

2009-04-23T23:38:00.000-07:00

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wish the lady to come out,” it said. “You must say to her, if she does not come out, we will play with you some more.”
“What will you do to us if she does come out?” said Shawn.
“Oh, we shall still play with you,” said the elf. “That’s what makes it so much fun. But she must hope, must she not? Talk to her now.”
He was pushed up to the door. He knocked on it, in what he hoped was a respectful way.
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“Urn. Miss Queen?”
Magrat’s voice was muffled.
“Yes?”either side of the doorway, and one put his pointed ear to it.
Then it knelt down and peered through the keyhole, tak-ing care not to come too near the metal of the lock.
There was a sound no louder than a click. The elf remained motionless for a moment, and then keeled over gently, without a sound.“It’s me, Shawn.”“I know.”“I’m out here. Um. I think they’ve hurt Miss Tockley. Um. They say they’ll hurt me some more if you don’t come out. But you don’t have to come out because they daren’t come in there because of all the iron. So I shouldn’t listen to them if I was you.”There were some distant clankings, and then a twang.“Miss Magrat?”“Ask her,” said the elf, “if there is any food and water in there.”“Miss, they say—“One of the elves jerked him away. Two of them took up station

Pino First Glance

2009-04-21T23:20:00.000-07:00

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Terry Pratchett
with entire countries who get belligerent after one drink, and entire kingdoms who Have Broken Off Diplomatic Relations after what the Crown Prince Said About Our Sharon. Verence had managed to work that all out, but then there were the species to consider. Trolls and dwarfs got on all right in Lancre by the simple expedient of having nothing to do with one another, but too many of them under one roof, especially if drink was flowing, and espe-cially if it was flowing “They might give me answers. And then what would I do?”
“What did Granny want to talk to you about?”
“Oh . . . you know . .. things ...”
“It wasn’t about.. . sex, was it?”
Verence suddenly looked like a man who had been in the direction of the dwarfs, and people would Be Breaking People’s Arms Off because of what, more or less, Their Ancestors Said About Our Sharon.And then there’s other things .. .“How’s the girl they brought in?”“I’ve told Millie to keep an eye on her. What are they doing, those two?”“I don’t know.”You’re king, aren’t you?”Verence shifted uneasily.“But they’re witches. I don’t like to ask them questions.”“Why not?”

Thomas Kinkade Heather's Hutch

2009-04-20T00:33:00.001-07:00

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“You haven’t, have you? And then you think you can just stroll down here and confound this girl, just like that?”
“I don’t know,” said Granny Weatherwax.
Nanny Ogg looked hard at her.
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“You don’t, do you?” she said, in a softer tone of voice. “Oh, well . . . you better sit down here, before you fall down. Suck an .”
After some eye contact. Nanny Ogg ambled across the square and met Perdita in the middle. The young would-be witch looked worried under her makeup. She held a black lace handkerchief in her hands, and was twisting it nervously.
“Morning, Mrs. Ogg,” she said.
“Afternoon, Agnes.”
“Um. What happens now?”orange. They’ll be here in a few minutes.”“No she won’t,” said Granny “She’ll be late.”“How d’you know?”“No good making an entrance if everyone isn’t there to see you, is it? That’s headology.”In fact the young coven arrived at twenty past twelve, and took up station on the steps of the market pentangle on the other side of the square.“Look at ‘em,” said Granny Weatherwax. “All in black, again.”“Well, we wear black too,” said Nanny Ogg the reasonable.“Only ‘cos it’s respectable and serviceable,” said Granny morosely. “Not because it’s romantic. Hah. The Lords and Ladies might as well be here already

Johannes Vermeer Diana and her Companions

2009-04-16T23:15:00.000-07:00

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S'carrying something," he said eventually. "Sergeant? Go and bring that man here."
A few minutes later the sergeant returned.
"Says he'll meet you in the middle of the beach, sir," he reported.
"Didn't I tell you to bring him here?"
"He didn't want to come, sir."
"You've got a sword, haven't you?"
"Yessir. He was brought before a trestle table, behind which sat half a dozen large men in various military styles,
and one small olive-skinned man who was gutting a fish and grinning hopefully at everyone.
"Well, now," said Argavisti, "Cenobiarch of Omnia, eh?"
Brutha dropped Vorbis's body on to the sand. Their gaze followed it.
"I know him-” said Borvorius. "Vorbis! Someone Prodded him a bit, but he dint want to move, sir. And he's carrying a dead body, sir.""On a battlefield? It's not bring-your-own, you know.""And . . . sir?""What?""Says he's probably the Cenobiarch, sir. Wants to talk about a peace treaty.""Oh, he does? Peace treaty? We know about peace treaties with Omnia. Go and tell . . . no. Take a couple of men and bring him here."Brutha walked back between the soldiers, through the organized pandemonium of the camp. I ought to feel afraid, he thought. I was always afraid in the Citadel. But not now. This is through fear and out the other side.Occasionally one of the soldiers would give him a push. It's not allowed for an enemy to walk freely into a camp, even if he wants to.

Johannes Vermeer The Love letter

2009-04-15T23:20:00.000-07:00

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hunger. Om tried to encircle the pain, make it flow away . . . and not to think about what would happen if it went. By the feel of things, the lion had not eaten for days.
The lion grunted as Brutha withdrew the spearhead.
"Omnian," he shifting under his feet. The boulders formed a maze of half-open tunnels and caves. By the smell, the lion had lived there for a long time, and had quite often been ill.
He stared at the nearest cave for some time.
"What's so fascinating about a lion's den?" said Om.
"The way it's got steps down into it, I think," said Bruthasaid. "It hasn't been there long. It must have met the soldiers when they were on the way to Ephebe. They must have passed close by." He tore another strip from his robe, and tried to clean the wound."We want to eat it, not cure it!" shouted Om. "What're you thinking of? You think it's going to be grateful?""It wanted to be helped.""And soon it will want to be fed, have you thought about that?""It's looking pathetically at me.""Probably never seen a week's meals all walking around on one pair of legs before."That wasn't true, Om reflected. Brutha was shedding weight like an ice-cube, out here in the desert. That kept him alive! The boy was a two-legged camel.Brutha crunched towards the rock pile, shards and bones

Thomas Kinkade The Beginning of a Perfect Day

2009-04-15T00:06:00.000-07:00

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I borrow the towel?"
"It's yours anyway, Mr. Legibus."
"Is it?"
"I said, you left it here last time. Remember? When you had that idea for the lighthouse?"
"Fine. Fine," said Legibus, wrapping the towel around himself. He drew a few more lines on the wall. "Fine. Okay. I'll send someone down later to collect the wall."
He turned and appeared to see the Omnians for the first time. He peered forward and then shrugged.
"Hmm," he said, and wandered away.
Brutha tugged at you think you've got a bright idea, you don't want to do it somewhere cold. If you do do it somewhere cold, you die out. That's natural selection, that is. Ephebe's known for its philosophers. It's better than street theater."
"What, a lot of old men running around the streets with no clothes on?" said Brutha, under his breath, as they were marched onward.
"More or less. If you spend your whole time thinking about the universethe cloak of one of the Ephebian soldiers."Excuse me, but why did we stop?" he said."Philosophers have right of way," said the soldier."What's a philosopher?" said Brutha."Someone who's bright enough to find a job with no heavy lifting," said a voice in his head."An infidel seeking the just fate he shall surely receive,' said Vorbis. "An inventor of fallacies. This cursed city attracts them like a dung heap attracts flies.""Actually, it's the climate," said the voice of the tortoise. "Think about it. If you're inclined to leap out of your bath and run down the street every time

Titian Sacred and Profane Love

2009-04-13T22:53:00.000-07:00

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We have one!"
Instinctively, every masked figure turned to look at the drawing on the wall, indistinct in the firelight but graven on, which is like pouring water onto a pond. It didn't seem to make any difference, anyway. The beetle plodded away.
He cursed a melon unto the eighth generation, but nothing happened. He tried a plague of boils. The melon just sat there, ripening slightly. their minds. They were looking at the truth, which can often impress."The Turtle Moves!""The Turtle Moves!""The Turtle Moves!"The leader nodded."And now," he said, "we will draw lots . . ." The Great God Om waxed wroth, or at least made a spirited attempt. There is a limit to the amount of wroth that can be waxed one inch from the ground, but he was right up against it.He silently cursed a beetle

Edgar Degas The Rehearsal

2009-04-13T00:54:00.001-07:00

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soil in the whole country, either."
"Off you go, then," said the abbot.
"I shall takeIt was the Year of the Notional Serpent, or two hundred years after the Declaration of the Prophet Abbys.
Which meant that the time of the 8th Prophet was imminent.
That was the reliable thing about the Church of the Great God Om. It had very punctual prophets. You could set your calendar by them, if you had one big enough.
And, as is generally the case around the time a prophet is expected, the Church redoubled its efforts to be holy. This was very much like the bustle you get in any large concern when the auditors are expected my mountains," said Lu-Tze. "The climate will be good for them."And he also took his broom and his sleeping mat. The history monks don't go in for possessions. They find most things wear out in a century or two.It took him four years to get to Omnia. He had to watch a couple of battles and an assassination on the way, otherwise they would just have been random events.

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beach at Valencia

2009-04-10T00:16:00.000-07:00

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happened before,' said Rincewind. 'Went on for thousands of years until not a-’
'Do you know what's odd about that heap of stone?' said Conina.
Rincewind glanced at it. He screwed up his eyes.
'What, apart from'Your hair,' said the Seriph, rocking slowly forward again, 'is like, is like a flock of goats that graze upon the side of Mount Gebra.'
'Look here
'Your breasts are like, like,' the Seriph swayed sideways a little, and gave a brief, sorrowful glance at the empty bottle, 'are like the jewelled melons in the fabled gardens of dawn.'
Conina's eyes widened. 'They are?' she said. the legs?' he said.It took several minutes to dig the Seriph out. He was still clutching a wine bottle, which was almost empty, and blinked at them all in vague recognition.'Powerful,' he said, and then after some effort added, 'stuff, this vintage. Felt,' he continued, 'as though the place fell on me.''It did,' said Rincewind.'Ah. That would be it, then.' Creosote focused on Conina, after several attempts, and rocked backwards. 'My word,' he said, 'the young lady again. Very impressive.''I say-’ Nijel began.

Thomas Kinkade The Aspen Chapel

2009-04-08T23:21:00.000-07:00

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brow furrowed. Why didn't he feel happy about it?
Because it's the wrong bloody decision, you idiot.
Right, he thought, I've had enough voices in my head. Out.
But I belong here.
You mean you're me?
Your Right. Aeons. Go back aeons to the time when raw magic ruled. The whole framework of reality trembled daily. It was pretty terrible, I can tell me.
How do I know?
Racial memory.
Gosh. Have I got one of those?
Well. A part of one.conscience.Oh.You can't let the hat be destroyed. It's the symbol ...... all right, I know ...... the symbol of magic under the Lore. Magic under the control of mankind. You don't want to go back to those dark Ians ...... What? ...Ians ...Do I mean aeons?

Leroy Neiman Femlin

2009-04-08T01:39:00.000-07:00

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should we stand against him?' said Spelter, in a reasonable tone of voice.
'Because he's more powerful than we are!'
'Yes?' Spelter's voice would have made a sheet of glass look like a ploughed field, it made honey look like gravel.
'It standslike mad.
'He does not seem overly inclined to use that power,' said Carding.
'What about Billias and Virrid?'
'Childish pique,' said Carding.
The other wizards stared from him to the bursar. They were aware of something going on, and couldn't quite put their finger on it.
The reason that wizards didn't rule the Disc was quite simple to reason-’Gravie hesitated. Spelter gave him an encouraging smile.'Ahem.'The ahemmer was Marmaric Carding, head of the Hoodwinkers. He steepled his beringed fingers and peered sharply at Spelter over the top of them. The bursar disliked him intensely. He had considerable doubt about the man's intelligence. He suspected it might be quite high, and that behind those vein-crazed jowls was a mind full of brightly polished little wheels, spinning

Joseph Mallord William Turner Moonlight A Study at Millbank

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

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The Archchancellor just asked if you wanted a drink.’
‘He’d like a glass of distilled water,’ said Mrs Cake.
‘What, just water?’ said Ridcully.
‘That’s had been invited to the University she’d come too. Mrs Cake always assumed that an invitation to Ludmilla was an invitation to Ludmilla’s mother as well. Mothers like her exist everywhere, and apparently nothing can be done about them.
The Fresh Starters were being entertained by the wizards, and trying to look as though they were enjoying it. It was one of those problematical occasions with long silences, sporadic coughs, and people saying isolated things like, ‘Well, isn’t this nice.’what he wants,’ said Mrs Cake.‘I’d Like a glass of distilled water, please,’ said Windle.Mrs Cake looked smug. At least, as much of her as was visible looked smug, which was that part between the Hat and her handbag, which was a sort ofcounterpart of the hat and so big that when she sat clasping it on her lap she had to reach up to hold the handles. When she’d heard that her daughter

Sung Kim Point

2009-04-06T00:10:00.000-07:00

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himself. ‘Oh, darn,’ he said miserably. The swearwords settled amiably on his hat.
‘They like you,’ said the Dean.
‘You’re They looked at the remains of the trolley.
‘Things zooming around,’ said Ridcully.’Things coming alive.’ They looked up at a suddenly familiar squeaking noise. Two more wheeled baskets rattled across the square outside the gates. One was full of fruit. The other was half full of fruit and half full of small screaming child.their daddy,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. Ridcully scowled.’You b- boys can stop being silly at your Archchancellor’s expense and da-jolly well find out what’s going on,’ he said.The wizards looked expectantly at the air. Nothing appeared.‘You’re doing fine,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.’Keep it up.’ ‘Darn darn darn,’ said the Archchancellor.’Sugar sugar sugar. Pooty pootity poot.’ He shook his head.‘It’s no good, it doesn’t relieve my feelings one bit.’‘It’s cleared the air, at any rate,’ said the Bursar.They noticed his presence for the first time.

Edward Hopper Night Windows

2009-04-02T23:26:00.001-07:00

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OH, DAMN, he said. And walked into the fire.
‘Um. It’s me, Librarian,’ said Windle, trying to shout through the keyhole.’Windle Poons.’
He tried hammering some more.
‘Why won’t he answer?’
‘Don’t know, ‘ said a voice behind him.
‘Schleppel?’
‘Yes, Mr Poons.’
‘Why are’
‘Oook!’
‘That’s - that’s unfair!’
‘What’s he saying, Mr Poons?’ you behind me?’‘I’ve got to be behind something, Mr Poons. That’s what being a bogeyman is all about.’‘Librarian?’ said Windle, hammering some more.‘Oook.’‘Why won’t you let me in?’‘Oook.’‘But I need to look something up.’‘Oook oook!’‘Well, yes. I am. What’s that got to do with it?
‘He won’t let me in because I’m dead!’
‘That’s typical. That’s the sort of thing Reg Shoe

Claude Monet Sunflowers

2009-04-02T00:56:00.000-07:00

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the world with a speech impediment, so instead of sitting on roofs and screaming when people are about to die he just writes them a note and slips it under the door-‘ Windle recalled a long, sad face.’ He gave me one, too.’ ‘We try to encourage him,’ said Lupine.’He’s very self-conscious.’
His arm shot out and flung Windle against a wall.
‘Quiet!’
‘What?’
Lupine’s ears swivelled. His nostrils flared.
Lupine sighed. ‘Wolves don’t do this sort of thing, you know, ‘ he said.
The man dangled.
‘Hey, is that a fact, ‘ he said.
‘It’s all head-on combat, fang against fang, claw against claw,’ said Motioning Windle to remain where he was, the wereman slunk silently along the alley until he reached its junction with another, even smaller and nastier one. He paused for a moment, and then thrust a hairy hand around the corner.There was a yelp. Lupine’s hand came back holding a struggling mop. Huge hairy muscles moved under Lupine’s torn shirt as the man was hoisted up to fang level.‘You were waiting to attack us, weren’t you,’ said Lupine.‘Who, me -?’‘I could smell you, ‘ said Lupine, evenly.‘I never -‘

Vincent van Gogh Two Cypresses

2009-04-01T00:35:00.000-07:00

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Windle squinted at the small object that was thrust triumphantly under his nose.
‘Well, er . . .’ he said diffidently, ‘I’d say . . . yes . . . hmm . . . yes, the smell
is very and creaked along the corridors until he reached his room. Someone else seemed to have moved some of their stuff into it, but Windle dealt with that by simply picking it all up in one sweep of his arms and throwing it out into the corridor.
Then he lay down on the bed.distinctive, isn’t it . . . yes, quite definitely. Allium sativum. The common domestic garlic. Yes?’The wizards stared at him. They stared at the little white clove. They stared at Windle again.‘I am right, aren’t I?’ he said, and made an attempt at a smile. ‘Er,’ said the Archchancellor.’Yes. Yes, that’s right.’ Ridcully cast around for something to add.‘Well done, ‘ he said.‘Thank you for trying,’ said Windle.’I really appreciate it.’ He stepped forward. The wizards might as well have tried to hold back a glacier. ‘And now I ‘m going to have a lie down, ‘ he said.’ It’s been a long day.’ He lurched into the building

Leroy Neiman International Horse Show New York

2009-03-31T00:50:00.000-07:00

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it was fascinating. You could become famous just for being, well, famous. It occurred to him that this was an extremely dangerous thing and he might probably have to have someone killed one day, although it would be with reluctance.[the meantime, there was a kind of secondary glory that came from being in the company .
‘Why are all the lamps being turned down?’ he said.
‘Ah, sir,’ said Dibbler, ‘that is so you can see the pictures better.’
‘Is it? One would imagine it would make the pictures harder to see,’ said the Patrician.
‘It’s not like that with the moving pictures, sir,’ said Dibbler.of the truly celebrated, and to his astonishment he was enjoying it.Besides he was also sitting next to Miss del Syn, and the envy of the rest of the audience was so palpable he could taste it, which was more than he could do with the bagful of fluffy white starchy things he’d been given to eat.On his other side, the horrible Dibbler man was explaining the mechanics of moving pictures in the utterly mistaken belief that the Patrician was listening to a word of it.There was a sudden roar of applause.The Patrician leaned sideways to Dibbler

Leroy Neiman April at Augusta

2009-03-29T23:59:00.000-07:00

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it needed was a title. Something with a ring to it. Something that people would remember. Something - he scratched his chin with the pen - that said that the affairs of ordinary people were so much chaff in the great storms of history. Storms, that was it. Good imagery, a storm. You got thunder. Lightning. Rain. Wind.
Wind. That He sat up, drenched in sweat.
After a few minutes he swung his legs out of bed and went to the window.
Above the lights of the town Holy Wood Hill brooded in the first dim light of dawn. It was going to be another fine day.

Holy Wood dreams surged through the streets, in great invisible golden waves. was it! He crawled up to the top of the sheet and, with great care, wrote: BLOWN AWAY. Victor tossed and turned in his narrow bed, trying to get to sleep. Images marched through his half-dozing mind. There were chariot races and pirate ships and things he couldn’t identify, and in the middle of it all this thing, climbing a tower. Something huge and terrible, grinning defiance at the world. And someone screaming . . .

Henri Rousseau The Merry Jesters

2009-03-26T23:59:00.000-07:00

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is peering in at her.’
She waddled out of the tent. From the tent next door came a metallic chinking noise and the sound of Ginger’s voice raised in complaint.
Victor made a few experimental slashes with the sword.
Gaspode They’re even worse than yours.’
‘Mine? What’s wrong with mine?’
Detritus the troll stuck his head through the tent flaps. ‘Mr Dibbler says he wants you now,’ he said.
‘Eyes?’ said Victor. ‘Something about my eyes?’
‘Woof.’
‘Mr Dibbler says–’ Detritus began.
‘All right, all right! I’m coming!’
Victor stepped out of his tent at the same time as Ginger stepped out of hers. He shut watched him with his head on one side. ‘What’re you supposed to be?’ he said at last. ‘A leader of a pack of desert bandits, apparently,’ said Victor. ‘Romantic and dashing.’ ‘Dashing where?’ ‘Just dashing generally, I guess. Gaspode, what did you mean when you said it’s got Dibbler?’ The dog gnawed at a paw. ‘Look at his eyes,’ he said. ‘

Alphonse Maria Mucha Winter

2009-03-25T21:17:00.000-07:00

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sound like common demons,’ he said cautiously.
Gaffer gave him an approving look, such as might be given to a stupid dog who had just done a rather clever trick.
‘Yeah, that’s people who could identify the thought at the other end of the process, in this case I am now very rich, draw a line between the two, and then think his way along it, slowly and patiently, until he got to the other end.
Not that it worked. There was always, he found, some small right,’ he conceded. ‘But how do you stop them escaping?’ said Victor. Gaffer leered. ‘Amazin’ stuff, string,’ he said. Cut-me-own-Throat Dibbler was one of those rare people with the ability to think in straight lines. Most people think in curves and zig-zags. For example, they start from a thought like: I wonder how I can become very rich, and then proceed along an uncertain course which includes thoughts like: I wonder what’s for supper, and: I wonder who I know who can lend me five dollars? Whereas Throat was one of those

Wassily Kandinsky Dominant Curve

2009-03-23T23:07:00.000-07:00

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'Right. Good. So noon would be age 35, am I right? Now considering that most children can toddle at a year or so, the four legs reference is really unsuitable, wouldn't you agree? I mean, most of the morning is spent on two legs. According to your analogy' he paused and did a few calculations with a convenient thighbone- 'only about twenty minutes immediately after 00.00 hours, half an hour tops, is spent on four legs. Am I right? Be fair.' 'Just make it a bit more realistic.'
'Hmm.' The Sphinx scratched its mane with a claw.
'Okay,' it said doubtfully. 'I suppose I could ask: What is it that walks on four legs'
'Metaphorically speaking,' said Teppic.
'Four legs, metaphorically speaking,' the Sphinx agreed, 'for about-' 'Well-' said the Sphinx. 'By the same token you wouldn't be using a stick by six p.m. because you'd be only, er, 52,' said Teppic, scribbling furiously. 'In fact you wouldn't really be looking at any kind of walking aid until at least half past nine, I think. That's on the assumption that the entire lifespan takes place over one day which is, I believe I have already pointed out, ridiculous. I'm sorry, it's basically okay, but it doesn't work.' 'Well,' said the Sphinx, but irritably this time, 'I don't see what I can do about it. I haven't got any more. It's the only one I've ever needed.' 'You just need to alter it a bit, that's all.' 'How do you mean?'

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna Litta

2009-03-20T23:23:00.001-07:00

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obscurely proud of that. No-one had unsealed the doors and wandered around inside to see if the dead had any old treasures they , but somewhere where they hadn't liked being, probably, and for thoroughly good reasons; it was at times like this he wished he knew more history - and had prayed in the desert and the gods of the place had shown him the Old Kingdom. And he had entered, yea, and taken possession thereof, that it should ever be the dwelling place of his seed. Something like that, anyway. There were probably more yeas and a few verilys, with added milk and honey. But the sight of that great patriarchaweren't using any more. And every day, without fail, food was left in the little antechambers; the commissaries of the dead occupied a large part of the palace. Sometimes the food went, sometimes it didn't. The priests, however, were very clear on this point. Regardless of whether the food was consumed or not, it had been eaten by the dead. Presumably they enjoyed it; they never complained, or came back for seconds. Look after the dead, said the priests, and the dead would look after you. After all, they were in the majority. Teppic pushed aside the reeds. He straightened his clothing, brushed some mud off his sleeve and set off for the palace. Ahead of him, dark against the flarelight, stood the great statue of Khuft. Seven thousand years ago Khuft had led his people out of - Teppic couldn't rememberl face, that outstretched arm, that chin you could crack

Leroy Neiman Chicago Key Club Bar

2009-03-19T01:07:00.000-07:00

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There was the sound of someone being extremely hesitant.
'
'Sorry about all that, sire. Tactless of me.'
'Don't mention it.'
'If you need any help getting her alight—'
'Please go back to the castle, sergeant.'
'Yes, sire. If you're sure, sire. Thank you, sire.'
'Sergeant?'
'Yes, sire?''Don't like the sound of that, sire,' said the invisible sergeant. 'Could be dangerous. If you want my advice, sire, I'd set fire to the thatch.''Set fire?''Yessire. We always do that if they don't answer the door. Brings them out a treat.''I don't think that would be appropriate, sergeant. I think I'll try the latch, if it's all the same to you.''Breaks my heart to see you do it, sire.''Well, I'm sorry.''You could at least let me buff it up for you.''No!''Well, couldn't I just set fire to the privy—?''Absolutely not!''That chicken house over there looks as if it would go up like-''Sergeant!''Sire!''Go back to the castle!''What, and leave you all alone, sire?''This is a matter of extreme delicacy, sergeant. I am sure you are a man of sterling qualities, but there are times when even a king needs to be alone. It concerns a young woman, you understand.''Ah. Point taken, sire,''Thank you. Help me dismount, please.

Lorenzo Lotto Mystic Marriage of St Catherine

2009-03-17T22:48:00.000-07:00

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could feel the Fool's eye boring into the back of his short neck.
'Yes, but dressing up as women, it's a bit—' said Thundergust doubtfully.
Tomjon slipped off his shoes and knelt down on them, bringing his face level with the dwarfs. He gave him a calculating stare for a few seconds, and then adjusted his features.
And there through Hwel's head and out the other side.
He could remember the drinking, he was certain. And the dwarfs bought lots more rounds when Tomjon did his impersonations. Then they had all gone to another bar Thundergust knew, and then they'd gone to a Klatchian takeaway, and after that it was just a blur . . .
He wasn't very good at quaffing. Too much of the drink actually landed in his mouth.
Judging by the taste in it, some incontinent creature of the night had also scored were two Thundergusts. True, one of them was kneeling and had apparently been shaved.'What ho, what ho,' said Tomjon in the dwarf's voice.This was by way of being a hilarious gag to the rest of the dwarfs, who had an uncomplicated sense of humour. As they gathered round the pair Hwel felt a gentle touch on the shoulder.'You two are with a theatre?' said the Fool, now almost sober.'S'right.''Then I've come five hundred miles to find you.' It was, as Hwel would have noted in his stage directions, Later the Same Day. The sounds of hammering as the Dysk theatre rose from its cradle of scaffolding thumped

Caravaggio The Lute Player

2009-03-16T23:29:00.000-07:00

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so Granny Weatherwax swept down the steps and through the crowds, with the other two running behind her. Several of the grinning guards caught her eye and wished they hadn't, but here and there, among the watching crowd, was a barely suppressed snigger. She hurtled through the gateway, across the drawbridge and through the town. the back.
'Don't despair,' she said. 'You handled it very well, we thought.'
'I ain't despairing, I'm thinking,' said Granny. 'Go away.'
Nanny Ogg raised her eyebrows at Magrat in a warning fashion. They backed off to a suitable distance although, with Granny in her present mood, the next universe might not be far enough, and sat down on a moss-grown stone.Granny walking fast could beat most other people at a run.Behind them the duke, who had crested the latest maniac peak on the switchback of his madness and was coasting speedily towards the watersplash of despair, laughed.'Ha ha.'Granny didn't stop until she was outside the town and under the welcoming eaves of the forest. She turned off the road and flumped down on a log, her face in her hands.The other two approached her carefully. Magrat patted her on

Leroy Neiman Michael Jordan

2009-03-15T22:47:00.000-07:00

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'They had a bun too, sir. All except young Roger, who isn't allowed fruit, sir, on account of his trouble.'
The duke sagged back on the window seat and put his hand over his eyes. I was born to rule down on the plains, he fifty years without finding a use for curiosity. It was not a trait much encouraged in aristocrats. He had found certainty was a much better bet. However, it occurred to him that for once curiosity might have its uses.
The sergeant was standing in the middle of the floor with the stolid air of one who thought, where it's all flat and there isn't all this weather and everything and there are people who don't appear to be made of dough. He's going to tell me what this Roger had.'He had a biscuit, sir.'The duke stared out at the trees. He was angry. He was extremely angry. But twenty years of marriage to Lady Felmet had taught him not simply to control his emotions but to control his instincts as well, and not so much as the twitching of a muscle indicated the workings of his mind. Besides, arising out of the black depths of his head was an emotion that, hitherto, he had little time for. Curiosity was flashing a fin.The duke had managed quite well for

Leroy Neiman Elephant Stampede

2009-03-12T23:32:00.000-07:00

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do you mean, no?' growled Albert. This is too important for any flighty —'
'I mean,have representatives dwelling within its sprawling acres. In Ankh-Morpork the cuisines of the world collide: on the menu are one thousand types of vegetable, fifteen hundred cheeses, two thousand spices, three hundred types of meat, two hundred fowl, five hundred different kinds ' said Ysabell, in razor tones, 'that I can do them and you can help.' The Ankh-Morpork Guild of Merchants has taken to hiring large gangs of men with ears like fists and fists like large bags of walnuts whose job it is to re-educate those misguided people who publicly fail to recognise the many attractive points of their fine city. For example the philosopher Catroaster was found floating face downward in the river within hours of uttering the famous line, 'When a man is tired of Ankh-Morpork, he is tired of ankle-deep slurry.'Therefore it is prudent to dwell on one – of the very many, of course – on one of the things that makes Ankh-Morpork renowned among the great cities of the multiverse.This is its food.The trade routes of half the Disc pass through the city or down its rather sluggish river. More than half the tribes and races of the Disc

Paul Gauguin Still Life with Three Puppies

2009-03-12T00:21:00.000-07:00

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In fact there areas in more mundane arts, and this tendency to look like elderly aldermen was only temporary. Previous generations had gone in for looking pale and interesting, or druidical and grubby, or mysterious and saturnine. But Keli was used to wizards as a sort of fur-trimmed small mountain with a wheezy me but she's gone to see her sister who's had one of her turns. Are you sure? It's no trouble. I saw a spare cup here only yesterday.'
'I have a problem, Mr Cutwell,' said Keli.
'Hang on a moment.' He reached up to a hook over the fireplace and took down voice, and Igneous Cutwell didn't quite fit the mage image.He was young. Well, that couldn't be helped; presumably even wizards had to start off young. He didn't have a beard, and the only thing his rather grubby robe was trimmed with was frayed edges.'Would you like a drink or something?' he said, surreptitiously kicking a discarded vest under the table.Keli looked around for somewhere to sit that wasn't occupied with laundry or used crockery, and shook her head. Cutwell noticed her expression.'It's a bit alfresco, I'm afraid,' he added hurriedly, elbowing the remains of a garlic sausage on to the floor. 'Mrs Nugent usually comes in twice a week and does for

Francois Boucher Leda and the Swan

2009-03-11T00:20:00.000-07:00

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In a landscape that owed nothing to time and space, which appeared on no map, which existed only in those far reaches of the multiplexed cosmos known to the few astrophysicists who have taken really bad acid, Mort spent the get up close. I went and had a look once.'
Mort squinted hard at the trees nearest him. They seemed commendably solid.
'What'd he do it all for?' he said.
Albert grunted. 'Do you know what happens to lads who ask too many questionsafternoon helping Albert plant out broccoli. It was black, tinted with purple.'He tries, see,' said Albert, flourishing the dibber. 'It's just that when it comes to colour, he hasn't got much imagination.''I'm not sure I understand all this,' said Mort. 'Did you say he made all ground dropped towards a deep valley and then rose into dark moorland that marched all the way to distant mountains, jagged as cats' teeth.'Yeah,' said Albert. 'Mind what you're doing with that watering can.''What was here before?''I dunno,' said Albert, starting a fresh row. 'Firmament, I suppose. That's the fancy name for raw nothing. It's not a very good job of work, to tell the truth. I mean, the okay, but the mountains are downright shoddy. They're all fuzzy when you

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Venus Verticordia

2009-03-09T23:15:00.001-07:00

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never liked the ocean," said Cutangle. "It ought to be paved over. There's dreadful things in it, down in the deep bits. Ghastly sea monsters. Or so they say."
"Keep baling, my lad, or you'll be able to see if they're right."
The storm Hub is, by any chance?" he ventured. "Just making conversation."
"Look for the mossy side of trees," said Granny without turning her head.
"Ali, " said Cutangle, and nodded.
He peered down gloomily at the oily waters, and wondered which particular oily waters they were. Judging by the salty smell they were out in the bay now.rolled backwards and forwards overhead. It was lost here on the flat river plains; it belonged in the high Ramtops, where they knew how to appreciate a good storm. It grumbled around, looking for even a moderately high hill to throw lightning at. The rain settled down to the gentle patter of rain that is quite capable of keeping it up for days. A sea fog also rolled in to assist it. "If we had some oars we could row, if we knew where we were going," said Cutangle. Granny didn't answer. He heaved a few more bootfuls of water over the side, and it occurred to him that the gold braiding on his robe would probably never be the same again. It would be nice to think it might matter, one day. "I don't suppose you do know which way the

Joseph Mallord William Turner Portsmouth

2009-03-09T01:45:00.000-07:00

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would have thought one could carry out a perfectly respectable business, Hilta, without resorting to parlour tricks," said Granny, sitting down and beginning the long and trickyremoving her hatpins.
"It's different in towns," said Hilta. "One has to move with the times."
"I'm "Damn thing's all sparkly," she said, huffing on it and wiping it with her sleeve. Hilta peered over her shoulder.
"That's not sparkle, that means something," she said slowly.
"What?"sure I don't know why. Is the kettle on?" Granny reached across the table and took the velvet cover off Hilta's crystal ball, a sphere of quartz as big as her head. "Never could get the hang of this damn silicon stuff," she said. "A bowl of water with a drop of ink in it was good enough when I was a girl. Let's see, now . . . ." She peered into the dancing heart of the ball, trying to use it to focus her mind on the whereabouts of Esk. A crystal was a tricky thing to use at the best of times, and usually staring into it meant that the one thing the future could be guaranteed to hold was a severe migraine. Granny distrusted them, considering them to smack of wizardry; for two pins, it always seemed to her, the wretched thing would suck your mind out like a whelk from a shell.

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkeys

2009-03-05T23:41:00.000-08:00

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Granny stiffened, and looked at the fireback. It was a rather nice one Smith had cast for her, years ago, with an owl-and-bat motif. Currently, though, she wasn't interested in the design.
"Oh yes?" she said, her voice dead-level. "You know of a better way, do you?"
"You could magic it alight."
Granny paid great attention to arranging bits of twig on the reluctant flames.
"How no mind, it wasn't alive, and they were two of the three reasons.
"You could light it much better."
"If a thing's worth doing, it's worth doing badly," said Granny, fleeing into aphorismswould I do that, pray?" she said, apparently addressing her remarks to the fireback. "Er," said Esk, "I . . . I can't remember. But you must know anyway, don't you? Everyone knows you can do magic." "There's magic," said Granny, "and then again, there's magic. The important thing, my girl, is to know what magic is for and what it isn't for. And you can take it from me, it was never intended for lighting fires, you can be absolutely certain of that. If the Creator had meant us to use magic for lighting fires, then he wouldn't have given us - er, matches." "But could you light a fire with magic?" said Esk, as Granny slung an ancient black kettle on its hook. "I mean, if you wanted to. If it was allowed." "Maybe," said Granny, who couldn't: fire had

Berthe Morisot At the Ball

2009-03-04T23:04:00.000-08:00

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expect everything will turn out all right in the end,' said Twoflower.
Rincewind looked at him. Remarks like that always threw him.
'Do you really believe that?' he said. 'I mean, really?'
'Well, things generally do work out satisfactorily, when you come to think about it.'
'If you think the total last year is satisfactory then you might be right. I've lost count of the times I've nearly been killed —'
'Twenty-seven,' said Twoflower.
'What?'
'Twenty-seven times,' said Twoflower helpfully. 'I worked it out. But you never actually have.'
'What? The only thing he could be certain of was that he was getting a headache. He hoped that the Spell was somewhere in the area of the headache and really suffering.
When they rode out of the hollow both Rincewind and Twoflower were sharing a horse Worked it out?' said Rincewind, who was beginning to have the familiar feeling that the conversation had been mugged.'No. Been killed. Doesn't that seem a bit suspicious?''I've never objected to it, if that's what you mean,' said Rincewind. He glared at his feet. Twoflower was right, of course. The Spell was keeping him alive, it was obvious. No doubt if he jumped over a cliff a passing cloud would cushion his fall.The trouble with that theory, he decided, was that it only worked if he didn't believe it was true. The moment he thought he was invulnerable he'd be dead.So, on the whole it was wisest not to think about it at all.Anyway, he might be wrong.

Camille Pissarro The Chestnut Trees at Osny

2009-03-03T21:44:00.000-08:00

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want to leave here!' he said urgently. 'Right now!'
'But there's going to be an ancient and traditional ceremony I'
'I don't care how ancient! I want the feel of honest cobbles under my feet, I want the old familiar smell of cesspits, I want to go where there's lots of people and fires and roofs and walls and friendly things like that! I
He found like drowned whales. They called to Rincewind across the miles, promising to introduce him to the pickled eggs in the next jar.
He thought of the cosy livery stable lofts and warm gratings where he spent his nights. Foolishly, he had sometimes jibed at this seemed incredible gherkins, I hear you calling . . .
He pushed Twoflower aside, gathered his tattered robe around him with great dignitythat he had this sudden desperate longing for the fuming, smoky streets of Ankh-Morpork, which was always at its best in the spring, when the gummy sheen on the turbid waters of the Ankh River had a special iridescence and the eaves were full of birdsong, or at least birds coughing rhythmically.A tear sprang to his eye as he recalled the subtle play of light on the Temple of Small Gods, a noted local landmark, and a lump came to his throat when he remembered the fried fish stall on the junction of Midden Street and The Street of Cunning Artificers. He thought of the gherkins they sold there, great green things lurking at the bottom of their jar

Zhang Xiaogang My Dream Little General

2009-03-02T19:23:00.000-08:00

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Krull turned out to be a large island, quite mountainous and heavily wooded, with pleasant white buildings visible hereto the larger buildings. And so the city rose tier on tier between the blue-green ocean of the Disc and the soft cloud sea of the Edge, the eight colours of the Rimbow reflected in every window and in the many telescope lenses of the city's multitude of astronomers.
"It's absolutely awful," said Rincewind gloomily.
The lens was approaching now along the very lip of the rimfall. The island and there among the trees. The land sloped gradually up towards the rim, so that the highest point in Krull in fact slightly overhung the Edge. Here the Krullians had built their major city, also called Krull, and since so much of their building material had been salvaged from the Circumfence the houses of Krull had a decidedly nautical persuasion.To put it bluntly, entire ships had been mortic artfully together and converted into buildings. Triremes, chows and caravels protruded at strange angles from the general wooden chaos. Painted figureheads and hublandish dragonprows reminded the citizens of Krull that their good fortune stemmed from the sea; barquentines and carracks lent a distinctive shape

Albert Bierstadt A Quiet lake

2009-03-01T22:22:00.000-08:00

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accepted method of succession in our family, but," the corpse sighed, or at least a sigh came from the air a few feet above it, "it soon became obvious that none of my three children is sufficiently powerful to wrest the lordship of the see through the one that brought us here," said Twoflower. "I thought that was a bit odd."
"Of course," said Greicha. "The Power only works near the Wyrmberg. It's the inverse square law you know. At least, I think it is. As the dragons fly further away they begin to dwindle. Otherwise my little Liessa would be ruling the Wyrmberg from the other two. A most unsatisfactory arrangement. A kingdom like ours has to have one ruler. So I resolved to remain alive in an unofficial capacity, which of course annoys them all immensely. I won't give my children the satisfaction of burying me until there is only one of them left to perform the ceremony." There was a nasty wheezing noise. Twoflower decided that it was meant to be a chuckle."So it was one of them that kidnapped us?" said Twoflower."Liessa," said the dead wizard's voice. "My daughter. Her power is strongest, you know. My sons' dragons are incapable of flying more than a few miles before they fade.""Fade? I did notice that we could

Marc Chagall The Concert

2009-02-26T23:35:00.000-08:00

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themselves? Price's life has had its share of suffering, including family strife, her mother's cancer and, later, the sudden death of her husband Jim. Because she was hounded by bad memories, grew depressed and feared that she was in Irvine, and he's written more than 500 academic articles and several books. The walls of his office are covered in awards and decorations. Like many a leading scientist of his age, he has no plans to retire.
"I was skeptical, of course, when Jill told me her story," says McGaugh, a slimgoing crazy, she sat in front of her computer on June 5, 2000 (a Monday) and typed a single word into Google: memory.That was how Price found James McGaugh, and became part of a scientific case study.Semantic vs. Episodic MemoryMcGaugh, 76, looks like a friendly, mischievous grandfather. He makes wooden rocking horses for his grandchildren. He plays the clarinet and saxophone in jazz bands. He is also one of the leading experts on memory in the United States. He founded the Center for the Neurobiology of Learning and Memory at the University of California

Rodney White Nothing to Dream

2009-02-25T22:45:00.000-08:00

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noise it had been making all along. It sounded like a sliver of a scream, caught in one long instant of time.
The iridescent man was doll-sized now, a tortured shape tumbling in slow motion while hanging in mid-air. Twoflower wondered why he had thought of the phrase "a sliver of a scream"...and began to wish he hadn't.
It was over with his head cradled in his arms and his body curled up tightly.
When the dust had settled Twoflower reached out gingerly and tapped the wizard on the shoulder.
The human ball rolled up tighter.
"It's me," explained Twoflower helpfully. The wizard unrolled a fraction.
"What?" he said.
"Me."beginning to look like Rincewind. The wizard's mouth was open, and his face was brilliantly lit by the light of - what? Strange suns, Twoflower found himself thinking. Suns men don't usually see. He shivered.Now the turning wizard was half man-size. At that point the growth was faster, there was a sudden crowded moment, a rush of air, and an explosion of sound. Rincewind tumbled out of the air, screaming. He hit the floor hard, choked, then rolled

Sung Kim Palm Reflection

2009-02-24T21:40:00.000-08:00

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I find this notion of a war I ain't been told nothing about kinda troubling."
"lorek Byrnison's quarrel with his king is part of it too," said the witch. "This child is destined to play a part in that."
"You speak she is doing, as if it were her nature and not her destiny to do it. If she's told what she must do, it will all fail; death will sweep through all the worlds; it will be the triumph of despair, forever. The universes will all become nothing more than interlocking
They looked down at Lyra, whose sleeping face (what little of it they could see inside her hood) wore a stubborn little frown.of destiny," he said, "as if it was fixed. And I ain't sure I like that any more than a war I'm enlisted in without knowing about it. Where's my free will, if you please? And this child seems to me to have more free will than anyone I ever met. Are you telling me that she's just some kind of clockwork toy wound up and set going on a course she can't change?""We are all subject to the fates. But we must all act as if we are not," said the witch, "or die of despair. There is a curious prophecy about this child: she is destined to bring about the end of destiny. But she must do so without knowing what

Gustav Klimt Portrait of Adele Bloch (gold foil)

2009-02-23T22:35:00.000-08:00

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The Tartars ran to stand in a line across the entrance to the avenue of lights, their daemons beside them as disciplined and drilled as they were. In another minute there'd be a second line, because more were coming, and more behind , but in deadly earnest now, she scooped a handful together and hurled it at the nearest soldier.
"Get 'em in the eyes!" she yelled, and threw another.
Other children joined in, and then someone's daemon had the notion of flying as a swift beside the snowball and nudging it directly at the eye slits of the target-and then them. Lyra thought with despair: children can't fight soldiers. It wasn't like the battles in the Oxford claybeds, hurling lumps of mud at the brickburners' children.Or perhaps it was! She remembered hurling a handful of clay in the broad face of a brickburner boy bearing down on her. He'd stopped to claw the stuff out of his eyes, and then the townies leaped on him.She'd been standing in the mud. She was standing in the snow.Just as she'd done that afternoon

Andy Warhol Guns

2009-02-22T22:19:00.000-08:00

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into the fog, and that was followed by screams, snarling, crunching and tearing sounds, great smashing blows, cries of terror and -hurtled at him and knocked him down, crushing all the breath out of Lyra herself; and then hands were hauling at her, lifting her, stifling her cry with foul-smelling mittens, tossing her through the air into another's arms, and then pushing her flat down into the snow again, so that she was dizzy and breathless and hurt all at once. Her arms were hauled behind till her shoulders cracked, and someone lashed her wrists together, and then a hood was crammed over her head to muffle roars of bearish fury as he laid them waste.But who was them? Lyra had seen no enemy figures yet. The gyptians were swarming to defend the sledges, but that (as even Lyra could see) made them better targets; and their rifles were not easy to fire in gloves and mittens; she had only heard four or five shots, as against the ceaseless knocking rain of arrows. And more and more men fell every minute.Oh, John Faa! she thought in anguish. You didn't foresee this, and I didn't help you!But she had no more than a second to think that, for there was a mighty snarl from Pantalaimon, and something- another daemon

John William Godward Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

2009-02-20T00:40:00.000-08:00

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closed, it was the same size and shape as the alethiometer.
When that was done, she sat next to lorek Byrnison as he gnawed a haunch of reindeer that was frozen as hard as wood.
"lorek," "Lord Asriel. And they got him captive on Svalbard, you see. I think the Gobblers betrayed him and paid the bears to keep him in prison."
"I don't know. I am not a Svalbard bear."
"I thought you was...."she said, "is it hard not having a daemon? Don't you get lonely?""Lonely?" he said. "I don't know. They tell me this is cold. I don't know what cold is, because I don't freeze. So I don't know what lonely means either. Bears are made to be solitary.""What about the Svalbard bears?" she said. "There's thousands of them, en't there? That's what I heard."He said nothing, but ripped the joint in half with a sound like a splitting log."Beg pardon, lorek," she said. "I hope I en't offended you. It's just that I'm curious. See, I'm extra curious about the Svalbard bears because of my father.""Who is your father?"

Piet Mondrian Avond Evening Red Tree

2009-02-19T00:05:00.000-08:00

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brain accounts for 2 percent of our body weight but sucks down roughly 20 percent of our daily calories. It needs glucose, but of a certain kind and in the right doses.
It's commonThe brain, which accounts for 2 percent of our body weight, sucks down roughly 20 percent of our daily calories. A picky eater, it demands a constant supply of glucose — primarily obtained from recently eaten carbohydrates (fruits, vegetables, grains etc.). Only in extreme instances of deprivation will the brain use other substances to resolve to lose weight, but any sane person dreads a diet's dulling effect on the brain.In fact, many studies have shown that counting calories, carbs or fat grams, is truly distracting — to the point that it taxes short-term memory. But how we eat can affect our minds at more fundamental levels, too.Here are five things you should know about feeding your brain:1. Fuel it up

Pino MOTHER'S LOVE

2009-02-17T22:13:00.001-08:00

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the peace and traded fairly, the landlopers turned a blind eye to the incessant smuggling and the occasional feuds. If a gyptian body floated ashore down the coast, or got snagged in a fishnet, well-it was only a gyptian.
Lyra listened enthralled to tales of the fen dwellers, of the great ghost dog Black Shuck, of the marsh fires arising from ask..." There was no one to ask, of course, and Ma Costa laughed, but kindly.
"Can't you see I'm a paying you a compliment, you gosling?" she said, bubbles of witch oil, and began to think of herself as gyptian even before they reached the fens. She had soon slipped back into her Oxford voice, and now she was acquiring a gyptian one, complete with Fen-Dutch words. Ma Costa had to remind her of a few things."You en't gyptian, Lyra. You might pass for gyptian with practice, but there's more to us than gyptian language. There's deeps in us and strong currents. We're water people all through, and you en't, you're a fire person. What you're most like is marsh fire, that's the place you have in the gyptian scheme; you got witch oil in your soul. Deceptive, that's what you are, child." Lyra was hurt."I en't never deceived anyone! You

Pino THE DANCER

2009-02-17T22:13:00.000-08:00

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fully mapped wilderness of huge skies and endless marshland in Eastern Anglia. The furthest fringe of it mingled indistinguishably with the creeks and tidal inlets of the shallow sea, and the other side of the sea mingled indistinguishably with Holland; and parts of the fens had been drained and dyked by Hollanders, some of whom had settled When the gyptians called a byanroping-a summons or muster of families-so many boats filled the waterways that you could walk for a mile in any direction over their decks; or so it was said. The gyptians ruled in the fens. No one else dared enter, and whithere; so the language of the fens was thick with Dutch. But parts had never been drained or planted or settled at all, and in the wildest central regions, where eels slithered and waterbirds flocked, where eerie marsh fires flick-ered and waylurkers tempted careless travelers to their doom in the swamps and bogs, the gyptian people had always found it safe to muster.And now by a thousand winding channels and creeks and watercourses, gyptian boats were moving in toward the byanplats, the only patch of slightly higher ground in the hundreds of square miles of marsh and bog. There was an ancient wooden meeting hall there with a huddle of permanent dwellings around it, and wharves and jetties and an eelmarket.le the

Herbert James Draper Lamia

2009-02-16T22:52:00.000-08:00

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I hope you'll sit next to me at dinner," said Mrs. Coulter, making room for Lyra on the sofa. "I'm not used to the grandeur of a Master's lodging. You'll have to show me which knife and fork to use."
"Are you a female Scholar?" said Lyra. She regarded female Scholars with a proper Jordan disdain: there were such people, but,ladies who were the other female guests. Lyra had asked the question expecting the answer No, in fact, for Mrs. Coulter had such an air of glamour that Lyra was entranced. She could hardly take her eyes off her.
"Not really," Mrs. Coulter said. "I'm a member of Dame Hannah's college, but most of my work takes place outside Oxford....Tell me about yourself, Lyra. Have you always lived at Jordan college?"
poor things, they could never be taken more seriously than animals dressed up and acting a play. Mrs. Coulter, on the other hand, was not like any female Scholar Lyra had seen, and certainly not like the two serious elderly

Wassily Kandinsky Upward

2009-02-15T19:25:00.000-08:00

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served after a feast: it clarified the mind and stimulated the tongue, and made for rich conversation. It was traditional for the Master to cook it himself.
Under the . The smells of frying poppy and smoke-leaf drifted pleasantly in through the wardrobe door, and more than once Lyra found herself nodding. But finally she heard someone rap on the table. The voices fell silent, and then the Master spoke.
"Gentlemen," he said. "I feel sure I speak for all of us when I bid Lord Asriel welcome. His visits are rare but always immensely valuable, and I understand he has something of sizzle of the frying butter and the hum of talk, Lyra shifted around to find a more comfortable position for herself. With enormous care she took one of the robes-a full-length fur-off its hanger and laid it on the floor of the wardrobe."You should have used a scratchy old one," whispered Pantalaimon. "If you get too comfortable, you'll go to sleep.""If I do, it's your job to wake me up," she replied.She sat and listened to the talk. Mighty dull talk it was, too; almost all of it politics, and London that, nothing exciting about Tartars

Alexandre Cabanel Phedre

2009-02-12T23:57:00.000-08:00

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outside him and wild within.
He climbed higher and higher, hardly once thinking of how he might find his way back down to Lyra, until he came out onand twisted away at once, but the grip was tenacious. And Will was savage now. He felt he was at the very end of everything; and if it was the end of his, he was going to fight and fight till he fell.
So he twisted and kicked and twisted again, but that hand wouldn't let go; and since it was his right arm being held, he couldn't get at the knife. He tried with his left a little plateau almost at the top of the world, it seemed. All around him, on every horizon, the mountains reached no higher. In the brilliant glare of the moon the only colors were stark black and dead white, and every edge was jagged and every surface bare.The wild wind must have been bringing clouds overhead, because suddenly the moon was covered, and darkness swept over the whole landscape—thick clouds, too, for no gleam of moonlight shone through them. In less than a minute Will found himself in nearly total darkness.And at the same moment Will felt a grip on his right arm.He cried out with shock

Thomas Moran Entrance to the Grand Canal, Venice

2009-02-11T23:48:00.000-08:00

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That's what she said. All right, it's nonsense, but listen to it, Oliver, will you?" said Dr. Mary Malone. "She knew about Shadows. She calls them—it—she calls it Dust, but it's the same thing. It's our shadow particles. And I'm telling you, , she was communicating with them. They are conscious. And they can respond. And you remember your skulls? Well, she told me about some skulls in the Pitt-Rivers Museum. She'd found out with her compass thing that they were much older than the museum said, and there were Shadows—"
"Wait a minute. Give me some sort of structure here. What are you saying? You saying she's confirmed what we know already, or that she's telling us something new?"
"Both. I don't know. But suppose something happened thirty, forty thousand when she was wearing the electrodes linking her to the Cave, there was the most extraordinary display on the screen: pictures, symbols… She had an instrument too, a sort of compass thing made of gold, with different symbols all around the rim. And she said she could read that in the same way, and she knew about the state of mind, too—she knew it intimately."It was midmorning. Lyra's Scholar, Dr. Malone, was red-eyed from lack of sleep, and her colleague, who'd just returned from Geneva, was impatient to hear more, and skeptical, and preoccupied."And the point was, Oliver

Thomas Kinkade HOMETOWN MORNING

2009-02-11T00:39:00.000-08:00

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Instead of buying a heat wrap, make one by filling a sock with uncooked rice and tying it closed with a string, says Paula Gardiner, MD, a researcher in the department of family at Boston University Medical Center. Microwave the sock for one minute or until warm, and place it wherever your child has pain. When it cools off, .Contact Lens Solution for Congestion
For a child over 6 months, fill a bulb syringe with preservative-free saline solution, raise her head, and gently squeeze solution into one nostril at a time, says Dr. microwave it again.Your Blow-Dryer for Swimmer's EarThis painful inflammation of the outer ear traps liquid and possibly bacteria. If the area has become infected, your pediatrician will probably prescribe antibiotic drops. But for mild cases, you can try evaporating the trapped water by standing a foot away from your child and aiming the dryer -- on the warm (not hot) setting -- at her ear, says Dr. Beard

Paul Cezanne The Banks of the Marne

2009-02-06T00:30:00.000-08:00

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they hadn't already seen the first window, they would have thought this was some kind of optical trick. Except that it wasn't only optical; air was coming through it, and they could smell the traffic fumes, which didn't exist in the world of Cittagazze. Pantalaimon changed into a swallow and flew through, delighting in the open air, and then snapped see what was happening.
She stood up and took his right arm and said, "Listen, Will, sit down, I'll tell you how to do it. Just sit down for a minute, 'cause your hand hurts and it's taking your mind up an insect before darting back through to Lyra's shoulder again.Giacomo Paradisi was watching with a curious, sad smile. Then he said, "So much for opening. Now you must learn to close." Lyra stood back to give Will room, and the old man came to stand beside him."For this you need your fingers," he said. "One hand will do. Feel for the edge as you felt with the knife to begin with. You won't find it unless you put your soul into your fingertips. Touch very delicately; feel again and again till you find the edge. Then you pinch it together. That's all. Try."But Will was trembling. He couldn't get his mind back to the delicate balance he knew it needed, and he got more and more frustrated. Lyra could

Leroy Neiman Backhand Chris Evert

2009-02-04T23:40:00.000-08:00

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looped and swayed, they sprayed apart, they burst into showers of radiance that suddenly swerved this way or that like a flock of birds changing direction in the sky. And as Lyra watched, she felt the same sense, as of trembling on the brink of understanding, that she remembered from the time when she was beginning to read the alethiometer.
She asked another question: Is this Dust? Is it the same thing making these patterns and moving the needle of the alethiometer?
The answer came," Lyra said.
"Clearer? That's the clearest it's ever been!"
"But what does it mean? Can you read it?"
"Well," said Dr. Malone, "you don't read it in the sense of reading in more loops and swirls of light. She guessed it meant yes. Then another thought occurred to her, and she turned to speak to Dr. Malone, and saw her open-mouthed, hand to her head."What?" she said.The screen faded. Dr. Malone blinked."What is it?" Lyra said again."Oh—you've just put on the best display I've ever seen, that's all," said Dr. Malone. "What were you doing? What were you thinking?""I was thinking you could get it clearer than this

Sandro Botticelli Madonna with the Child

2009-02-03T19:29:00.000-08:00

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because she was filthy, and she smelled as if she hadn't bathed for days.
"Laura? Lara?" Will said.
"Lyra."
"Lyra… Silvertongue?"
"Yes."
"Where is your so in the flick of an eye, and from a goldfinch he became a rat, a powerful pitch-black rat with red eyes. Will looked at him with wide wary eyes, and the girl saw his glance.
"You have got a daemon," she said decisively. "Inside you."world? How did you get here?"She shrugged. "I walked," she said. "It was all foggy. I didn't know where I was going. At least, I knew I was going out of my world. But I couldn't see this one till the fog cleared. Then I found myself here.""What did you say about dust?""Dust, yeah. I'm going to find out about it. But this world seems to be empty. There's no one here to ask. I've been here for… I dunno, three days, maybe four. And there's no one here.""But why do you want to find out about dust?""Special Dust," she said shortly. "Not ordinary dust, obviously."The daemon changed again. He did

Salvador Dali Pierrot and Guitar

2009-02-03T00:03:00.000-08:00

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calls for an estimated $150 billion investment in "repowering" America -- specifically with alternative energy projects.nebulous "bailout plans" that are propping up financial institutions such as Citigroup (NYSE: C) and Bank of America
But before we flip the switch and go 100% green, we need a bridge to our clean energy future. This means boosting production of "alternative energy" sources we can tap right now. One obvious beneficiary is natural gas, and one You see, unlike the (NYSE: BAC) and struggling automakers like General Motors (NYSE: GM) and Ford (NYSE: F), Obama's New Deal isn't a bailout. It's a massive investment that will hand billions of dollars' worth of projects to healthy, competitive companies like Chesapeake Energy. That endeavor's worth investing alongside.
Equitable access to information and technologycompany in a good position to cash in is the No. 1 producer of natural gas in America, Chesapeake Energy (NYSE: CHK).

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres Ingres The Source

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

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You mean a full lifetime, don't you?" Lyra whispered. "A whole long life Not... not just... a few years..."
"Yes, I do," said the angel.
"And must all the windows be closed?" said Will. "Every single one ?"
"Understand this," said Xaphania: "Dust is not a constant. There's not a fixed quantity that has always been the same. Conscious way everything works, and by showing them how to be kind instead of cruel, and patient instead of hasty, and cheerful instead of surly, and above all how to keep their minds open and free and curious... Then they will renew enough to replacbeings make Dust, they renew it all the time, by thinking and feeling and reflecting, by gaining wisdom and passing it on."And if you help everyone else in your worlds to do that, by helping them to learn and understand about themselves and each other and the e what is lost through one window. So there could be one left

Salvador Dali The Persistence of Memory

2009-01-20T22:33:00.000-08:00

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and rheumy eyes.
The aged being gestured shakily at the intention craft, and cackled and muttered to himself, plucking incessantly at his beard, and then threw back his head and uttered a howl of such anguish that Mrs. Coulter had to cover her ears. that. She and the golden monkey moved on quickly, climbing great staircases, crossing bridges, always moving upward. The higher they went, the more they felt that sense of invisible activity all around them, until finally they turned a corner into a wide space like a mist-hung piazza, and found themselves confronted by an angel with a spear.
"Who are you? What is your Business?" he said.But evidently the bearers had a task to do, for they gathered themselves and moved farther along the terrace, ignoring the cries and mumbles from inside the litter. When they reached an open space, they spread their wings wide, and at a word from their leader they began to fly, carrying the litter between them, until they were lost to Mrs. Coulter's sight in the swirling vapors.But there wasn't time to think about

Pablo Picasso Gertrude Stein

2009-01-18T22:13:00.000-08:00

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malice of his expression was enough to make any normal person quail, but Lord Roke merely smiled. His spurs glittered in the dim light.
The little spy stood up"Did you come here to spy on me, or to help?" she said.
"Both, and it's lucky for you I'm here. As soon as you arrived, they set some anbaric work in motion down in the cellars. I don't know what it is, but there's a team of scientists working on it right now. You seem to have galvanized them."
"I don't know whether to be flattered or alarmed. As a matter of fact, I'm exhausted, and I'm going to sleep. If you're here to help me, you can keep watch. You can begin by looking the other way." and stretched."I've just spoken to my agent in Lord Asriel's fortress," he went on. "Lord Asriel presents his compliments and asks you to let him know as soon as you find out what these people's intentions are."She felt winded, as if Lord Asriel had thrown her hard in wrestling. Her eyes widened, and she sat down slowly on the bed.

Jack Vettriano Ritual of Courtship

2009-01-15T23:58:00.000-08:00

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who are so numerous and so powerful.
And we hope you can do so soon, or we shall all die.
There was a murmur of agreement and approval from the crowd. They were all looking at Mary, and she felt more than ever like the new pupil at a school where they had high expectations of her. She also felt a strange flattery: the idea of herself as swift and darting and birdlike was new and pleasant, because she had always thought of herself as They nodded and murmured and stroked her with their trunks as she stepped down. She was daunted by what she had agreed to do.
At that very moment in the world of Cittagazze, the assassin-priest Father Gomez was making his way up a rough track in the mountains between the twisted trunks of olive trees. The evening dogged and plodding. But along with that came the feeling that they'd got it terribly wrong, if they saw her like that; they didn't understand at all; she couldn't possibly fulfill this desperate hope of theirs.But equally, she must. They were waiting.Sattamax, she said, mulefa, you put your trust in me and I shall do my best. You have been kind and good and beautiful and I will try very hard to help you, and now I have seen sraf, I know what it is that I am doing. Thank you for trusting me.

Caravaggio Madonna di Loreto

2009-01-15T00:26:00.000-08:00

Caravaggio Madonna di LoretoThomas Moran Grand CanyonJean Francois Millet The sower
they found the window and tumbled through, into the other world, onto the bone-white rocks under the glaring moon, where only the scraping of the insects broke the immense silence.
And the first thing around. And at once he saw that they weren't alone in this world, because the little spies were there, too, with their packs laid on the ground nearby. Their dragonflies were skimming over the rocks, snapping up moths. The man was massaging the shoulder of the woman, and both of them looked at the children sternly. Their eyes were so bright and their features so distinct that there was no doubt about their feelings, and Will knew they were a formidable pair, whoever they were.Will did was to hold his stomach and retch, heaving and heaving with a mortal horror. That was two men now that he'd killed, not to mention the youth in the Tower of the Angels... Will did not want this. His body revolted at what his instinct had made him do, and the result was a dry, sour, agonizing spell of kneeling and vomiting until his stomach and his heart were empty.Lyra watched helpless nearby, nursing Pan, rocking him against her breast.Will finally recovered a little and looked

Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance in the Country

2009-01-13T23:58:00.000-08:00

Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance in the CountryPierre Auguste Renoir Dance in the CityJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beaching the Boat (study)
That evening the Chevalier Tialys, the Gallivespian spy, made his way through the lanes and alleys of Geneva to meet his colleague, the Lady Salmakia. It was a dangerous journey for both of them: dangerous for anyone or anything that "Quick work," said the Chevalier. "A hundred to one he doesn't tell them about his assassin, though."
He told her about the plan to kill Lyra. She was not surprised.
"It's the logical thing to do," she said. "Very logical people. Tialys, do you think we shall ever see this child?"
"I don't know, but I should like to. Go well, Salmakia. Tomorrow at the fountainchallenged them, too, but certainly full of peril for the small Gallivespians. More than one prowling cat had met its death at their spurs, but only the week before, the Chevalier had nearly lost an arm to the teeth of a mangy dog; only the Lady's swift action had saved him.They met at the seventh of their appointed meeting places, among the roots of a plane tree in a shabby little square, and exchanged their news. The Lady Salmakia's contact in the Society had told her that earlier that evening they had received a friendly invitation from the President of the Consistorial Court to come and discuss matters of mutual interest.

Joseph Mallord William Turner Chichester Canal

2009-01-12T23:49:00.000-08:00

Joseph Mallord William Turner Chichester CanalJoseph Mallord William Turner Rome from the VaticanJoseph Mallord William Turner Heidelberg
America's fascination with the game of chance is as old as the nation itself. Lotteries were a common way to raise money for public works in Colonial America, but they fell out of favor in the 19th century, perceived as contrary to the in 42 states and the District of Columbia and are likely only to grow in popularity in the months ahead as governments around the nation struggle with budget shortfalls. The games have, understandably, become a favorite crutch for legislatures looking to raise money without hiking taxes. Ordinary Americans seem to love them too—even though the odds of hitting a life-changing payday remain minuscule. The chance of winning an extra ticket or a couple culture of hard work, rectitude, and saving. Federal anti-lottery legislation in the 1890s closed the door on them for three quarters of a century. And when New Hampshire launched the first modern state lottery, in 1964, it made sure to hire a former FBI agent to run it.Today, lotteries are a fixture

Claude Monet Etretat The End of the Day

2009-01-11T23:47:00.000-08:00

Claude Monet Etretat The End of the DayClaude Monet Custom Officer's Cabin at VarengvilleClaude Monet Chrysanthemums
percent nationwide in 2007. But some of the states that pay out the best prizes also raise the most money. Massachusetts pays out about 72 percent of its $4.7 billion in ticket sales but still earns $913 million in profits, among the revenues plummeting in the recession, look for some states to try to hike their lottery income or to channel more of it into the general fund to offset shortfalls. Seventeen states currently devote all lottery funds to education; at least 17 others funnel all or part of their lottery money into the general fund. * Privately run state lotteries—Legislators in several states—including Texas and highest of any state.Opposition to the games has allied some religious groups (who oppose gambling on principle) with antipoverty advocates (who say lotteries take advantage of less educated, lower-income players, who are among the most faithful customers).Forward Thinking* More and bigger games—With tax

Andy Warhol Diamond Dust Shoes

2009-01-08T01:06:00.000-08:00

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control of their sex lives and getting what they want in bed."
The magazine's survey found that few young women today hold to traditional views on sexual morality.
Just 1 per cent of young women said they would want to get married before having sex, with the majority losing their virginity at 16.
be prepared to do a "kiss-and-tell", and would sell their account of a one-night-stand with a famous person for £20,000.
Four out of 10 said they would marry for money or sleep with their boss if it meant they would get promoted, while a quarter would have an affair with a married man.
The survey also found young women are taking "huge risks" with More than half said they were not in love with their first partner, and only one in three believe it is important to be in love with someone before going to bed with them.Seven out of 10 said they had had a one-night stand, with a fifth admitting to having had more than five casual encounters.In addition, 60 per cent said they would

Jack Vettriano Picnic Party

2009-01-06T00:19:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano Picnic PartyJack Vettriano Only the deepest Red IIJack Vettriano on Parade
dim on the landing but did not turn away from her.
“Sure enough,” said Alma in a low voice. She had seen what she had seen. Behind her in the room lightning lit the window like a get a drink. Might not get back tonight, we get drinkin and talkin.” “Sure enough,” Alma said, taking a dollar bill from her pocket. Ennis guessed she was going to ask him to get her a pack of cigarettes, bring him back sooner.
“Please to meet you,” said Jack, trembling like a run-out horse. “Ennis—“ said Alma in her misery voice, but that didn’t slow him down on the stairs and he called back, “Alma, you want smokes there’s some in the pocket a white sheet waving and the baby cried.“You got a kid?” said Jack. His shaking hand grazed Ennis’s hand, electrical current snapped between them.“Two little girls,” Ennis said. “Alma Jr. and Francine. Love them to pieces.” Alma’s mouth twitched.“I got a boy,” said Jack. “Eight months old. Tell you what, I married a cute little old Texas girl down in Childress—Lureen.” From the vibration of the floorboard on which they both stood Ennis could feel how hard Jack was shaking.“Alma,” he said. “Jack and me is goin out and

Jack Vettriano The Assessment

2009-01-03T01:54:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano The AssessmentJack Vettriano The ArrangementJack Vettriano The Apprentice
They all looked at her with a bewildered air. They understood that it was a solemn moment, but the human language was still full of mystery to them. Sugar wriggled his long fingers as a sign of distress; Bread patted his huge stomach; Water lay on the floor and seemed to suffer from the most profound despair; and Milk only had eyes for Bread, who had been her friend for ages and ages.
The Cat, the prevent Blue Bird from being found, even if it means endangering the lives of the Children," the good Dog, obeying only the promptings of his heart, leapt at the Cat to bite her. Sugar, Bread and Fire flung themselves between them:
"Order! Order!" said Bread pompously. “I’m in the chair at this meeting."
"Who made you chairman?" stormed Fire.
"Who asked you to interfere?" asked Water, whirling her wet hair over Fire. journey out as long as possible and by every means in our power..." Bread, who was afraid of being eaten as soon as he was no longer a man, hastened to express approval; but the Dog, who was standing a little way off, pretending not to hear, began to growl deep down in his soul. He well knew what the Cat was driving at; and, when Tylette ended her speech with the words, "We must at all costs prolong the journey and

Jack Vettriano The Great Poet

2008-12-30T23:11:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano The Great PoetJack Vettriano The Gathering CloudsJack Vettriano The First Audition
the protrusion into our dimension of vast hyperintelligent pan- dimensional the cheese and the squeaking is just a front." The old man paused, and with a sympathetic frown continued. "They've been experimenting on you I'm afraid." Arthur thought about this for a second, and then his face cleared. "Ah no," he said, "I see the source of the down a maze the wrong way, eating the wrong bit of cheese, unexpectedly dropping dead of myxomatosis, - if it's finely calculated the cumulative effect is enormous." He paused for effect. "You see, Earthman, they really are particularly clever hyperintelligent pan-dimensional beings. Your planet and people have formed the a ten- million-year misunderstanding now. No, look you see, what happened was that we used to do experiments on them. They were often used in behavioural research, Pavlov and all that sort of stuff. So what happened was hat the mice would be set all sorts of tests, learning to ring bells, run around mazes and things so that the whole nature of the learning process could be examined. From our observations of their behaviour we were able to learn all sorts of things about our own ..." Arthur's voice tailed off. "Such subtlety ..." said Slartibartfast, "one has to admire it." "What?" said Arthur. "How better to disguise their real natures, and how better to guide your thinking. Suddenly running

Kinkade deer creek cottage I

2008-12-29T23:31:00.000-08:00

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said Zaphod with a guilty start, "that party." This wasn't fair on Ford at all. He looked backwards and forwards between Arthur and Zaphod. "What?" he said to Zaphod. "You don't mean to say you've been on that miserable planet as well do you?" "No, of course not," said Zaphod breezily. "Well, I may have just dropped in briefly, you know, on my way somewhere ..." "But I was stuck there for fifteen years!" "Well I didn't know that did I?" "But what were you doing intelligent, at last I'd got her to myself for a bit and was plying her with a bit of talk when this friend of yours barges up and says Hey doll, is this guy boring you? Why don't you talk to me instead? I'm from a different planet." I never saw her again." "Zaphod?" exclaimed Ford. "Yes," said Arthur, glaring at him and trying not to feel foolish. "He only had the two arms and the one head and he called himself Phil, but ..." "But you must admit he did turn out to be from another planet," said Trillian there?" "Looking about, you know." "He gatecrashed a party," persisted Arthur, trembling with anger, "a fancy dress party ..." "It would have to be, wouldn't it?" said Ford. "At this party," persisted Arthur, "was a girl ... oh well, look it doesn't matter now. The whole place has gone up in smoke anyway ..." "I wish you'd stop sulking about that bloody planet," said Ford. "Who was the lady?" "Oh just somebody. Well alright, I wasn't doing very well with her. I'd been trying all evening. Hell, she was something though. Beautiful, charming, devastatingly

Bierstadt Kings River Canyon California

2008-12-28T23:48:00.000-08:00

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concise
Seth Godin wrote at the end of the book that he learned from his readers the need to be concise. I think that’s a good idea. Why would you need 1500 words if you can get an idea across in only 400 words? The attention span of most people is short these days so being concise helps you get your message through and reach more people.President-elect Obama already has a long to-do list. But here’s another item for it: to restore in government.
The most notable characteristic of the Bush has been the repeated distortion and suppression of scientific evidence in order to fit ideological preferences about how the world should be, rather than how it is.
In his disturbing book some incidents are small in and of themselves, the cumulative effect is horrifying. Shulman also catalogs a long list of established government scientists who, during the course of the Bush administration, resigned their posts in despair

Reni Atalanta and Hippomenes

2008-12-23T21:27:00.000-08:00

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condition that you come and take over from him." "What are you talking about?" said Arthur, but Ford nudged him with his shoe to be quiet. "You want me," said Mr Prosser, spelling out this new thought to himself, "to come and lie there ..." "Yes." "In front of the bulldozer?" "Yes." "Instead of Mr Dent." "Yes." "In the mud." "In, as you say it, the mud." As soon as Mr Prosser realized that he was substantially the loser after all, it was as if a weight lifted itself off his whether they were enjoying it. The mud folded itself round his bottom and his arms and oozed into his shoes. Ford looked at him severely. "And no sneaky knocking down Mr Dent's house whilst he's away, alright?" he said. "The mere thought," growled Mr Prosser, "hadn't even begun to speculate," he continued, settling himself back, "about the merest possibility of crossing my mind." He saw the bulldozer driver's union representative approaching and let his head sink back and closed his eyes. He was trying to marshal his arguments for proving that he did not shoulders: this was more like the world as he knew it. He sighed. "In return for which you will take Mr Dent with you down to the pub?" "That's it," said Ford. "That's it exactly." Mr Prosser took a few nervous steps forward and stopped. "Promise?" "Promise," said Ford. He turned to Arthur. "Come on," he said to him, "get up and let the man lie down." Arthur stood up, feeling as if he was in a dream. Ford beckoned to Prosser who sadly, awkwardly, sat down in the mud. He felt that his whole dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and

Gockel Spirits at Play II

2008-12-22T00:15:00.000-08:00

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sturdy limbs of a pair of old coral trees and by a taut nose line to the truck, the blimp appeared to be straining like a hooked fish, reeled here to the shallows of the air, but desperate to soar again into the depths of the sky.Gray and whalelike, perhaps thirty feet in length and ten or twelve feet in diameter, the airship was a minnow compared to the case of several dangerous varieties, Jack Trotter was also a hot-air balloon enthusiast. He found inner peace only in the air, traveling with the wind. As long as he remained aloft, the agents of evil could not seize him and cast him down into a dank cell with no light other than the red glow of rats’ eyes.He owned a traditional rig—the colorfully striped envelope, Goodyear blimp. Yet to Corky it looked huge.The leviathan loomed impressively, underlit by two Coleman lanterns that provided work light. Tinsel-silver rain streamed from its round flanks. The craft was more striking than its dimensions would suggest, perhaps because here in Bel Air in the first decade of the new millennium, a blimp was both out of place and out of time.In addition to being a survivalist, a conspiracy-theory fanatic, and a nut he

Lord Frederick Leighton The Garden of the Hesperides painting

2008-12-19T01:40:00.001-08:00

Lord Frederick Leighton The Garden of the Hesperides paintingLord Frederick Leighton The Fisherman and the Syren paintingLord Frederick Leighton Solitude painting
four-hour link between Paladin and the estate, for alarm transmissions.”“Yeah. If the line goes dead, Paladin treats the interruption in service the same as an alarm signal. But they won’t know a thing.”“It’s an armed-response company,” Corky . What That’s part of the package you’re buying from me. I checked out [441] the information you got from Ned Hokenberry, and Manheim still uses the same cell-service provider as before Hokenberry was fired.”Corky said, “Two cellular units are used by the on-duty guards. A third goes everywhere with worried. “Their guards aren’t Barney Fifes with pepper spray. They respond fast, with guns.”“Part of the package I’ve worked up for you is a breach of the immediately before the Manheim phones go down. It pulls the plug on their whole system.”“They’ll have redundancy.”“I know their redundancy like I know my own crotch,” Mick said with impatience. “I’m pulling the plug on the redundancy, too.”“Impressive.”“You won’t have to worry about the off-site security company. But what about the private guards on the estate, Manheim’s own boys?”“Two on the evening shift,” Corky said. “I know their routine. I’ve got that covered

Alfred Gockel Endless Love painting

2008-12-16T22:22:00.000-08:00

Alfred Gockel Endless Love paintingWassily Kandinsky Yellow Red Blue paintingVincent van Gogh The Sower painting
ringing. Or maybe he had been carried off into a land beyond a mirror. Or maybe he had just forgotten to modify the system to receive Fric’s private calls.The caller would not give up. After twenty-one repetitions of the stupid child-pleasing tones, Fric decided that if he didn’t pick up the phone, he would have to listen to it ringing all night.The slightyou in the library.”“I’m in the kitchen.”“By now you ought to realize that you can’t lie to me.”“My deep and secret hiding place is going to be one of the bigger ovens. I’ll crawl inside and pull the door shut behind me.”“You better baste yourself in butter, because Moloch will just turn on the gas.”“Moloch has already been here,” Fric said.“That wasn’t Moloch. That was me.”Receiving this revelation, Fric almost slammed down the phone.Mysterious Caller said, “I paid you a visit because I wanted you to understand tremor in his voice dismayed him, but he persevered:[305] “Vinnie’s Soda Parlor and nine-pound ice-cream sundae, where you splurge and then purge.”“Hello, Aelfric,” said Mysterious Caller.“I can’t make up my mind whether you’re a pervert or a friend like you say. I’m leaning toward pervert.”“You’re leaning wrong. Look around you for the truth, Aelfric.”“Look around me at what?”“At what’s there with

Edward Hopper Cape Cod Morning painting

2008-12-12T00:14:00.001-08:00

Edward Hopper Cape Cod Morning paintingAmedeo Modigliani the Reclining Nude paintingAmedeo Modigliani Seated Nude painting
Although Dunny’s chair faces most of the room, about a third of the long bar is to his back. He turns to look where Typhon points.Past intervening tables where breachers of contracts socialize like friends, Ethan Truman sits on a stool at the bar, turns his back to him. “You chose this place knowing he was here?”The only response from Typhon is a winning smile with a sly twist) which seems to say that he knows he’s been naughty but simply couldn’t resist.“You chose this place because he was here.”Typhon says, “Did you know that Saint Duncan, for whom you were named, is the patron saint of guardians and protectors of many kinds, and that he will help you be steadfast and resourceful in your work if you petition him?”Smiling thinly, Dunny says, “Is that so? Ironic, huh?”Patting Dunny on the arm, Typhon reassures him: “From everything I’ve seenin profile to Dunny, staring into a glass that might contain high-quality Scotch.“He’ll see me,” Dunny worries.“Most likely not. He’s too distracted. In a sense, he doesn’t see anyone right now. He might as well be here alone.”“But if he does—”“If he does,” Typhon says reassuringly, “then you’ll manage the situation one way or another. I’m here for guidance if you need it.”Dunny stares at Ethan for a moment, then

George Inness The Coming Storm painting

2008-12-10T23:04:00.000-08:00

George Inness The Coming Storm paintingGeorge Inness Sunset paintingGeorge Inness Peace and Plenty paintingGeorge Inness Home at Montclair painting
Nevertheless, by pretending that Nemo remained a suspect, Hazard had an excuse to approach Reynerd and scope him out for Ethan.He didn’t need an excuse for the purpose of satisfying Reynerd. Using just badge and bluster, Hazard could spin a hundred stories convincing enough to persuade the party boy to open the door and answer questions.Should Reynerd directly or indirectly disclose his obsession with Channing Manheim, however, or in the worth of surface area to the rain, he would have needed a bumbershoot the size of a beach umbrella to shelter himself completely.Approaching the apartment house, he proceeded briskly but did not run through the downpour. The building didn’t set far back from the street.Besides, Hazard seldom accommodated himself to the world, for the world usually moved out of his way. He hardly noticed the rain.unlikely event that Reynerd revealed an intent to harm the movie star, Hazard would have to [139] refer the situation outside the Homicide Division for investigation. Then he would need a credible intradepartmental explanation as to why he had been interviewing Reynerd in the first place, when information regarding Manheim had fallen into his lap.By pretending that Reynerd’s snow-blowing buddy, Nemo, remained a suspect in the Carter Cook murder, Hazard could cover his ass.After licking powdered sugar and mamoul crumbs from his fingers, he got out of the car.He didn’t bother with an umbrella. Considering that he presented nearly two linebackers’

Andrea del Sarto Holy Family painting

2008-12-10T01:23:00.000-08:00

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Ethan asked how he was doing, and the attendant said he was alive so he must be doing all right, and Ethan said, “Little over an hour ago, you received a Duncan Whistler from the seventh floor.”“Got him on ice,” Toledano confirmed. “Can’t release him to a mortuary. Coroner gets him first ’cause it’s a homicide.”Only one chair was provided for visitors. Transactions involving perishable cadavers were generally rather do it here than later at the city morgue.”Putting aside his paperback, Toledano said, “This guy I grew up with, last year he gets himself thrown out of a car at like ninety miles an hour. It’s hard losing a good friend young.”conducted expeditiously, with no need of waiting-room comfort and dog-eared old magazines.“I’m not with a mortuary,” said Ethan. “I was a friend of the deceased. I wasn’t here when he died.”“Sorry, but I can’t let you see the body right now.”Sitting in the visitors’ chair, Ethan said, “Yeah, I know.”To prevent defense attorneys from challenging autopsy results in court, an official chain of custody for the cadaver had to be maintained, ensuring that no outsider could tamper with it.“There’s no family left to ID him, and I’m the executor of the estate,” Ethan explained. “So if they’re going to want me to confirm identity, I’d

Rene Magritte The Empire of Light painting

2008-12-08T00:36:00.000-08:00

Rene Magritte The Empire of Light paintingRene Magritte The Big Family paintingRene Magritte Primevere paintingRene Magritte Personal Values painting
bursts, bicycling with an elevated seat, and certain back stretches are just the tip of the ice burg, but all of these will stimulate growth.
is not difficult either. You will need plenty of protein and calcium, which are both found in milk. You will also need your daily dosage of vitamins and minerals. Plenty of green vegetables will also help trigger your growth.
Now you could try to take this information and some of the other free information on how to grow taller fast and put together your own routine, but you may not do it correctly and the results may take longer or might not come at all. Why not, instead, use a step-by-step plan that has been proven to increase height within a few short weeks?trees marched away westward along the curving shores of the lake. A little spring fell tumbling down and fed the grass.'Here we will rest tonight,' said Aragorn. `This is the lawn of Parth Galen: a fair place in the summer days of old. Let us hope that

Edvard Munch Madonna painting

2008-12-05T00:48:00.000-08:00

Edvard Munch Madonna paintingUnknown Artist Brent Lynch Cigar Bar painting
opened their huge limbs under shadowy clouds of leaves. Beside it a broad white ladder stood, and at its foot three Elves were seated. They sprang up as the travellers approached, and Frodo saw that they were tall and clad in grey mail, and from their shoulders hung long white cloaks.'Here dwell Celeborn and Galadriel,' said Haldir. `It is their wish that you should ascend and speak with them.'One of the Elf-wardens then blew a clear note on a small horn, and it was answered three times from far above. `I will go first,' said Haldir. 'Let Frodo come next and with him Legolas. The others may follow as they wish. It is a long climb for those that are not accustomed
Unknown Artist Brent Heighton After Hours paintingClaude Monet Weeping Willow painting
boughs of trees, and it fell into a basin of silver, from which a white stream spilled. Upon the south side of the lawn there stood the mightiest of all the trees; its great smooth bole gleamed like grey silk, and up it towered, until its first branches, far above, to such stairs, but you may rest upon the way.'As he climbed slowly up Frodo passed many flets: some on one side, some on another, and some set about the bole of the tree, so that the ladder passed through them. At a great height above the ground he came to a wide talan, like the deck of a great ship. On it was built a house, so large that almost it would have served for a hall of Men upon the earth. He entered behind Haldir, and found that he was in a chamber of oval shape, in the midst of which grew the trunk of the great mallorn, now tapering

Rene Magritte The Blank Check painting

2008-12-03T23:30:00.000-08:00

Rene Magritte The Blank Check paintingSir Lawrence Alma-Tadema In the Tepidarium painting
the path that the Company was taking. At the left of this high range rose three peaks; the tallest and nearest stood up like a tooth tipped with snow; its great, bare, northern precipice was still largely in the shadow, but where the sunlight slanted upon it, it glowed red.Gandalf see further ahead in the clear light. Beyond those peaks the range bends round south-west. There are many maps in Elrond's house, but I suppose you never thought to look at them?'`Yes I did, sometimes,' said Pippin, `but I don't remember them. Frodo
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stood at Frodo's side and looked out under his hand. `We have done well,' he said. `We have reached the borders of the country that Men call Hollin; many Elves lived here in happier days, when Eregion was its name. Five-and-forty leagues as the crow flies we have come, though many long miles further our feet have walked. The land and the weather will be milder now, but perhaps all the more dangerous.'`Dangerous or not, a real sunrise is mighty welcome,' said Frodo, throwing back his hood and letting the morning light fall on his face.'But the mountains are ahead of us,' said Pippin. `We must have turned eastwards in the night.''No,' said Gandalf. 'But you

Van Gogh Mademoiselle Gachet at Piano

2008-12-02T23:09:00.001-08:00

Van Gogh Mademoiselle Gachet at PianoVan Gogh Madame Roulin Rocking the CradleVan Gogh Landscape with House and LaborerVan Gogh Holiday at Montmartre
'That is Loudwater, the Bruinen of Rivendell,' answered Strider. 'The Road runs along the edge of the hills for many miles from the Bridge to the Ford of Bruinen. But I have not yet thought how we shall cross that water. One river at a time! We shall be fortunate indeed if we do not find the Last Bridge held against us.'Next day, early in the morning, they came down again to the borders of the Road. Sam and Strider went forward, but Last Bridge ahead, at the bottom of a short steep slope. They dreaded to see black figures waiting there, but they saw none. Strider made them take cover in a thicket at the side of the Road, while he went forward to explore.Before long he came hurrying back. 'I can see no sign of the enemy,' he said, 'and I wonder very much what that means. But I have found something very strange.'He held out his hand, and showed a single pale-green jewel. 'I found it in the mud in they found no sign of any travellers or riders. Here under the shadow of the hills there had been some rain. Strider judged that it had fallen two days before, and had washed away all footprints. No horseman had passed since then, as far as he could see.They hurried along with all the speed they could make, and after a mile or two they saw the

Van Gogh Majolica Jar with Branches of Oleander

2008-12-01T21:59:00.000-08:00

Van Gogh Majolica Jar with Branches of OleanderVan Gogh Landscape with Church and FarmsVan Gogh Imperial Crown Fritillaria in a Copper VaseVan Gogh Drawbridge with a Lady with a Parasol
fluttering as of a song half whispered, seemed to stir in the boughs above. He lifted his heavy eyes and saw leaning over him a huge willow-tree, old and hoary. Enormous it looked, its sprawling branches going up like reaching arms with many long-fingered hands, its knotted and twisted trunk gaping in wide fissures that again. He felt a compelling desire for cool water. ‘Wait for me, Sam,’ he stammered. ‘Must bathe feet a minute.’Half in a dream he wandered forward to the riverward side of the tree, where great winding roots grew out into the stream, like gnarled dragonets straining down to drink. He straddled one of these, and paddled his hot feel in the cool brown water; and there he too suddenly fell asleep with his back against the tree.creaked faintly as the boughs moved. The leaves fluttering against the bright sky dazzled him, and he toppled over, lying where he fell upon the grass.Merry and Pippin dragged themselves forward and lay down with their backs to the willow-trunk. Behind them the great cracks gaped wide to receive them as the tree swayed and creaked. They looked up at the grey and yellow leaves, moving softly against the light, and singing. They shut their eyes, and then it seemed that they could almost hear words, cool words, saying something about water and sleep. They gave themselves up to the spell and fell fast asleep at the foot of the great grey willow.Frodo lay for a while fighting with the sleep that was overpowering him; then with an effort he struggled to his feel

Royo Spring Four Seasons Suite

2008-12-01T01:11:00.000-08:00

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Sam stopped a moment as if listening. They were now on level ground, and the road after much winding lay straight ahead through grass-land sprinkled with tall trees, outliers of the approaching woods.‘I can hear a pony or a horse coming along the road behind,’ said Sam.They looked back, but the turn of the road curiosity or some other feeling was struggling with his desire to hide. The sound of hoofs drew nearer. Just in time he threw himself down in a patch of long grass behind a tree that overshadowed the road. Then he lifted his head and peered cautiously above one of the great roots.Round the corner came a black horse, no hobbit-pony but a full-sized horse; and on it sat a large manprevented them from seeing far. ‘I wonder if that is Gandalf coming after us,’ said Frodo; but even as he said it, he had a feeling that it was not so, and a sudden desire to hide from the view of the rider came over him.‘It may not matter much,’ he said apologetically, ‘but I would rather not be seen on the road - by anyone. I am sick of my doings being noticed and discussed. And if it is Gandalf,’ he added as an afterthought, ‘we can give him a little surprise, to pay him out for being so late. Let’s get out of sight!’The other two ran quickly to the left and down into a little hollow not far from the road. There they lay flat. Frodo hesitated for a second:

Volegov Caring Touch

2008-11-28T22:01:00.000-08:00

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own glass silently to of Bilbo, and slipped out of the pavilion.As for Bilbo Baggins, even while he was making his speech, he had been fingering the golden ring in his pocket: his magic ring that he had kept secret for so many years. As he stepped down he slipped it on his finger, and he was never seen by any hobbit in Hobbiton again.He walked briskly back to his hole, and stood for a moment listening with a smile to the din in the stuffed into the top of a heavy bag that was standing there, already nearly full. Into the envelope he slipped his golden ring, and its fine chain, and then sealed it, and addressed it to Frodo. At first he put it on the mantelpiece, but suddenly he removed it and stuck it in his pocket. At that moment the door opened and Gandalf came quickly in.‘Hullo!’ said Bilbo. 'I wondered if you would turn up.’'I am glad to find you visible,’ replied the wizard, sitting down in a chair, 'I wanted to pavilion and to the sounds of merrymaking in other parts of the field. Then he went in. He took off his party clothes, folded up and wrapped in tissue-paper his embroidered silk waistcoat, and put it away. Then he put on quickly some old untidy garments, and fastened round his waist a worn leather belt. On it he hung a short sword in a battered black-leather scabbard. From a locked drawer, smelling of moth-balls, he took out an old cloak and hood. They had been locked up as if they were very precious, but they were so patched and weatherstained that their original colour could hardly be guessed: it might have been dark green. They were rather too large for him. He then went into his study, and from a large strong-box took out a bundle wrapped in old cloths, and a leather-bound manuscript; and also a large bulky envelope. The book and bundle he

Gauguin Where Are You Going 2

2008-11-27T22:14:00.000-08:00

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Hagrid's unexpected bellow nearly forced Harry's eyes open. "Happy now, are yeh, that yeh didn't fight, yeh cowardly bunch o' nags? Are yeh happy Harry Potter's - d-dead . . . ?"

　　　Hagrid could not continue, but broke down in fresh tears. Harry wondered how many centaurs were watching their procession pass;
over them where they sood, and Harry heard the rasping breath of the dementors that patrolled the other trees. They would not affect him now. The fact of his own survival burned inside him, a talisman against them, as though his father's stag kept guardian in his heart.
he dared not open his eyes to look. Some of the Death Eaters called insults at the centaurs as they left them behind. A little later, Harry sensed, by a freshening of the air, that they had reached the edge of the forest.

"Stop."

　　　Harry thought that Hagrid must have been forced to obey Voldemort's command, because he lurched a little. And now a chill settled

Munch Girls on a Bridge

2008-11-27T00:38:00.000-08:00

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that's all! He says there must be wizards working undercover in the postal service who take care of – "

　　　"Apparently wizards poke their noses in everywhere!" said Petunia, now as pale as she had been flushed. "Freak!" she spat at her sister, and she flounced off to where her parents stood…
talking. Hunched in a corner seat beside the window was Lily, her face pressed against the windowpane. 　　　Snape slid open the compartment door and sat down opposite Lily. She glanced at him and then looked back out of the window. She had been crying. "I don't want to talk to you," she said in a constricted voice.
　　　The scene dissolved again. Snape was hurrying along the corridor of the Hogwarts Express as it clattered through the countryside. He had already changed into his school robes, had perhaps taken the first opportunity to take off his dreadful Muggle clothes. At last he stopped, outside a compartment in which a group of rowdy boys were

Cole American Lake Scene

2008-11-26T01:00:00.000-08:00

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pointed toward Mr. Weasley, sitting at the Gryffindor table - "and I will take groups into the grounds. We'll need somebody to organize defense of the entrances or the passageways into the school -"
　　　He had almost forgotten about the Horcrux, almost forgotten that the battle was being fought so that he could search for it: The inexplicable absence of Ron and Hermione had momentarily driven every other thought from his mind. "Then go, Potter, go!"
　　　"Sounds like a job for us." called Fred, indicating himself and George, and Kingsley nodded his approval.

"All right, leaders up here and we'll divide up the troops!"

　　　"Potter," said Professor McGonagall, hurrying up to him, as students flooded the platform, jostling for position, receiving instructions, "Aren't you supposed to be looking for something?"

"What? Oh," said Harry, "oh yeah!"

Remington The Apaches

2008-11-24T21:08:00.000-08:00

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Neville, what's happened to you?"

　　　"What? This?" Neville dismissed his injuries with a shake of the head. "This is nothing, Seamus is worse. You'll see. Shall we get going then? Oh," he turned to Aberforth, "Ab, there might be a couple more people no the way."
　　　Neville held out his hand to Hermione and helped her to climb up onto the mantelpiece and into the tunnel; Ron followed, then Neville. Harry addressed Aberforth.
　　　"Couple more?" repeated Aberforth ominously. "What d'you mean, a couple more, Longbottom? There's a curfew and a Camwaulding Charm on the whole village!"

　　　"I know, that's why they'll be Apparating directly into the bar," said Neville. "Just send them down the passage when they get here, will you? Thanks a lot."

Peeters Mossley Park

2008-11-23T20:07:00.000-08:00

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Hermione," said Harry, as the clanking grew louder, "I've got to get up there, we've got to get rid of it –"

She raised her wand, pointed it at Harry, and whispered, "Levicorpus."

　　　Hoisted into the air by his ankle, Harry hit a suit of armor and replicas burst out of it like white-hot bodies, filling the cramped space. With screams of pain, Ron, Hermione, and the two goblins were knocked aside into other objects, which also began to replicate. Half buried in a rising tide of red-hot treasure, they struggled and yelled has Harry thrust the sword through the handle of Hufflepuff's cup, hooking it onto the blade.

　　　"Impervius!" screeched Hermione in an attempt to protect herself, Ron, and the goblins from the burning metal.

　　　Then the worst scream yet made Harry look down

Monet Monet Purple Poppies

2008-11-21T21:26:00.000-08:00

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been tortured, and Ron's just refused to tell me anything –"

"We can't tell you what we're doing," said Harry flatly. "You're in the Order, Bill, you know Dumbledore left us a mission. We're not supposed to talk about it to anyone else."

　　　Fleur made an impatient noise, but Bill did not look at her; he was staring at Harry. His deeply scarred face was hard to read. Finally, Bill said, "All right. Who do you want to talk to first?"

　　　Harry hesitated. He knew what hung on his decision. There was hardly any time left; now was the moment to decide: Horcruxes or Hallows?

"Griphook," Harry said. "I'll speak to Griphook first."

　　　His heart was racing as if he had been sprinting and had just cleared an enormous obstacle.

"Up here, then," said Bill, leading the way.

Harry had walked up several steps before stopping and looking back.

Monsted In The Garden

2008-11-20T23:41:00.000-08:00

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the only true thing he said to us was that there have been stories about extra-powerful

wands for hundreds of years."
centuries, usually in the possession of some Dark wizard who's boasting about them. Professor Binns mentioned some of them, but -- oh it's all nonsense. Wands are only as powerful as the wizards who use them. Some wizards just like to boast that theirs are
"There have?" asked Harry.

Hermione looked exasperated: The expression was so endearingly familiar that Harry and

Ron grinned at each other.

"The Deathstick, the Wand of Destiny, they crop up under different names through the

bigger and better than other people's"

Li-Leger Garden Delights II

2008-11-19T21:50:00.001-08:00

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overwhelming instinct, told him that this was not Dark Magic. He set off in pursuit.

　　　Snow crunched beneath his feet, but the doe made no noise as she passed through the trees, for she was nothing but light. Deeper and deeper into the forest she led him, and Harry walked quickly, sure that when she stopped, she would allow him to approach her properly. And then she would speak and the voice would tell him what he needed to know.
　　　Though the darkness had swallowed her whole, her burnished image was still imprinted on his retinas; it obscured his vision, brightening when he lowered his eyelids, disorienting him. Now fear came: Her presence had meant safety.
　　　At last she came to a halt. She turned her beautiful head toward him once more, and he broke into a run, a question burning in him, but as he opened his lips to ask it, she vanished.