Paul Klee Red And White DomesPaul Klee Fire in the EveningPaul Klee FarbtafelClaude Monet Haystack at Giverny
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Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Andrea del Sarto Holy Family
Andrea del Sarto Holy FamilyAndrea del Sarto Madonna of the HarpiesSalvador Dali Equestrian Fantasy - Portrait of Lady DunnSalvador Dali Cruxifixion (Hypercubic Body)
amounts of raw enchantment.
"It's all very depressing," he finished.
"words. I just think the world ought to be more sort of organised."
"That's just fantasy," said Twoflower.
"I know. That's the trouble." Rincewind sighed again. It was all very well going on about pure logic and how the universe was ruled by logic and the harmony of numbers, but the plain fact of the matter was that the disc was manifestly traversing space on the back of a giant Depressing?"Rincewind turned in his saddle and glanced at Twoflower's Luggage, which was currently ambling along on its little legs, occasionally snapping its lid at butterflies. He sighed."Rincewind thinks he ought to be able to harness the lightning," said the picture-imp, who was observing the passing scene from the tiny doorway of the box slung around Twoflower's neck. He had spent the morning painting picturesque views and quaint scenes for his master, and had been allowed to knock off for a smoke."When I said harness I didn't mean harness, snapped Rincewind. "I meant, well I just meant that - I dunno, I just can't think of the right
amounts of raw enchantment.
"It's all very depressing," he finished.
"words. I just think the world ought to be more sort of organised."
"That's just fantasy," said Twoflower.
"I know. That's the trouble." Rincewind sighed again. It was all very well going on about pure logic and how the universe was ruled by logic and the harmony of numbers, but the plain fact of the matter was that the disc was manifestly traversing space on the back of a giant Depressing?"Rincewind turned in his saddle and glanced at Twoflower's Luggage, which was currently ambling along on its little legs, occasionally snapping its lid at butterflies. He sighed."Rincewind thinks he ought to be able to harness the lightning," said the picture-imp, who was observing the passing scene from the tiny doorway of the box slung around Twoflower's neck. He had spent the morning painting picturesque views and quaint scenes for his master, and had been allowed to knock off for a smoke."When I said harness I didn't mean harness, snapped Rincewind. "I meant, well I just meant that - I dunno, I just can't think of the right
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Andrea Mantegna Adoration of the Shepherds
Andrea Mantegna Adoration of the ShepherdsAndrea Mantegna Adoration of the MagiThomas Moran Entrance to the Grand Canal, VeniceJean Francois Millet The Walk to Work
zeppelins flying from all parts of the world bearing gifts and tributes to the king of the bears, lofur Raknison.
At least, that was what the bear sergeant told her the carvings showed. She had to take his word for it, because every projectionin their helmets. Lyra couldn't help comparing every bear she saw with lorek Byrnison, and always to his advantage; he was more powerful, more graceful, and his armor was real armor, rust-colored, bloodstained, dented with combat, not elegant, enameled, and decorative like most of what she saw around her now.
As they went further in, the temperature rose, and so did something else. The smell and ledge on the deeply sculpted facade was occu-pied by gannets and skuas, which cawed and shrieked and wheeled constantly around overhead, and whose droppings had coated every part of the building with thick smears of dirty white.The bears seemed not to see the mess, however, and they led the way in through the huge arch, over the icy ground that was filthy with the spatter of the birds. There was a courtyard, and high steps, and gateways, and at every point bears in armor challenged the incomers and were given a password. Their armor was polished and gleaming, and they all wore plumes
zeppelins flying from all parts of the world bearing gifts and tributes to the king of the bears, lofur Raknison.
At least, that was what the bear sergeant told her the carvings showed. She had to take his word for it, because every projectionin their helmets. Lyra couldn't help comparing every bear she saw with lorek Byrnison, and always to his advantage; he was more powerful, more graceful, and his armor was real armor, rust-colored, bloodstained, dented with combat, not elegant, enameled, and decorative like most of what she saw around her now.
As they went further in, the temperature rose, and so did something else. The smell and ledge on the deeply sculpted facade was occu-pied by gannets and skuas, which cawed and shrieked and wheeled constantly around overhead, and whose droppings had coated every part of the building with thick smears of dirty white.The bears seemed not to see the mess, however, and they led the way in through the huge arch, over the icy ground that was filthy with the spatter of the birds. There was a courtyard, and high steps, and gateways, and at every point bears in armor challenged the incomers and were given a password. Their armor was polished and gleaming, and they all wore plumes
Monday, February 23, 2009
Franz Marc Zwei Katzen
Franz Marc Zwei KatzenFranz Marc yellow cowFranz Marc TigerFranz Marc Stables
stopped to listen, but it was only the cooks in the kitchen, or the nurses in what Lyra, in her Jordan way, thought of as their common room. They were saying nothing interesting, so she moved on.
At last she then inched her way along till she was as close as she could get to the speakers. Then she lay full length in the metal channel and leaned her head sideways to hear as well as she could.
There was the occasional clink of cutlery, or the sound of glass on glass as drink was poured, so they were having dinner as they talked. There were four voices, she thought, including Mrs. Coulter's. The other three were men. They seemed to be discussing the came to the area where the conference room should be, according to her calculations; and sure enough, there was an area free of any pipework, where air conditioning and heating ducts led down at one end, and where all the panels in a wide rectangular space were lit evenly. She placed her ear to the panel, and heard a murmur of male adult voices, so she knew she had found the right place.She listened carefully, and
stopped to listen, but it was only the cooks in the kitchen, or the nurses in what Lyra, in her Jordan way, thought of as their common room. They were saying nothing interesting, so she moved on.
At last she then inched her way along till she was as close as she could get to the speakers. Then she lay full length in the metal channel and leaned her head sideways to hear as well as she could.
There was the occasional clink of cutlery, or the sound of glass on glass as drink was poured, so they were having dinner as they talked. There were four voices, she thought, including Mrs. Coulter's. The other three were men. They seemed to be discussing the came to the area where the conference room should be, according to her calculations; and sure enough, there was an area free of any pipework, where air conditioning and heating ducts led down at one end, and where all the panels in a wide rectangular space were lit evenly. She placed her ear to the panel, and heard a murmur of male adult voices, so she knew she had found the right place.She listened carefully, and
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Pablo Picasso Three Women
Pablo Picasso Three WomenPablo Picasso Seated BatherPablo Picasso Mandolin and GuitarPablo Picasso Girl Before a Mirror
Undoubtedly, but-"
"Will Serafina Pekkala be coming?"
"There . There are vast powers involved here, and Serafina Pekkala must guard the interests of her clan. But it may be that what's happening here is part of all that's happening them, until they were all birds; and like fledglings they followed the witch's daemon, fluttering and falling and running through the snow after him, and finally, with great difficulty, taking off. They rose in a ragged line, pale and spectral against the deep black sky, and slowly gained height, feeble and erratic though some of them elsewhere. Lyra, you're needed inside. Run, run!"She ran, and Roger, who was watching wide-eyed as the pale daemons drifted out of the building, waded toward her through the thick snow."They're-it's like the crypt in Jordan-they're daemons!""Yes, hush. Don't tell Billy, though. Don't tell anyone yet. Come on back."Behind them, the goose was beating his wings powerfully, throwing snow over the tracks they'd made; and near him, the lost daemons were clustering or drifting away, crying little bleak cries of loss and longing. When the footprints were covered, the goose turned to herd the pale daemons together. He spoke, and one by one they changed, though you could see the effort it cost
Undoubtedly, but-"
"Will Serafina Pekkala be coming?"
"There . There are vast powers involved here, and Serafina Pekkala must guard the interests of her clan. But it may be that what's happening here is part of all that's happening them, until they were all birds; and like fledglings they followed the witch's daemon, fluttering and falling and running through the snow after him, and finally, with great difficulty, taking off. They rose in a ragged line, pale and spectral against the deep black sky, and slowly gained height, feeble and erratic though some of them elsewhere. Lyra, you're needed inside. Run, run!"She ran, and Roger, who was watching wide-eyed as the pale daemons drifted out of the building, waded toward her through the thick snow."They're-it's like the crypt in Jordan-they're daemons!""Yes, hush. Don't tell Billy, though. Don't tell anyone yet. Come on back."Behind them, the goose was beating his wings powerfully, throwing snow over the tracks they'd made; and near him, the lost daemons were clustering or drifting away, crying little bleak cries of loss and longing. When the footprints were covered, the goose turned to herd the pale daemons together. He spoke, and one by one they changed, though you could see the effort it cost
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
George Bellows Both Members of This Club
George Bellows Both Members of This ClubGeorge Bellows Anne in WhiteCaravaggio The Crowning with Thorns
and night fish hung kippering in the fragrant oakwood smoke. The chimneys were contributing their thickness to the clammy air, and the pleasant reek of smoked herring and mackerel and haddock seemed to breathe out of the very to be seen. The citizens of Colby were all indoors, probably sipping jenniver beside roaring stoves. They saw no one until they reached the dock, and the first man they saw there was Tony Costa, guarding the gates.
"Thank God you got here," he said quietly, letting them through. "We just heard as Jack Verhoeven's been shot and his boat sunk, and no one'd heard where you was. John Faa's on board already and jumping to go."
The vessel looked immense to Lyra: a wheelhouse and funnel amidships, a high fo'c'sle and a stout derrick over a canvas-covered hatch; yellow light agleam in the portholes and cobbles.Lyra, wrapped up in oilskin and with a large hood hiding her revealing hair, walked along between Farder Coram and the tillerman. All three daemons were alert, scouting around corners ahead, watching behind, listening for the slightest footfall.But they were the only figures
and night fish hung kippering in the fragrant oakwood smoke. The chimneys were contributing their thickness to the clammy air, and the pleasant reek of smoked herring and mackerel and haddock seemed to breathe out of the very to be seen. The citizens of Colby were all indoors, probably sipping jenniver beside roaring stoves. They saw no one until they reached the dock, and the first man they saw there was Tony Costa, guarding the gates.
"Thank God you got here," he said quietly, letting them through. "We just heard as Jack Verhoeven's been shot and his boat sunk, and no one'd heard where you was. John Faa's on board already and jumping to go."
The vessel looked immense to Lyra: a wheelhouse and funnel amidships, a high fo'c'sle and a stout derrick over a canvas-covered hatch; yellow light agleam in the portholes and cobbles.Lyra, wrapped up in oilskin and with a large hood hiding her revealing hair, walked along between Farder Coram and the tillerman. All three daemons were alert, scouting around corners ahead, watching behind, listening for the slightest footfall.But they were the only figures
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Leroy Neiman American Stock Exchange
Leroy Neiman American Stock ExchangeLeroy Neiman 18th at HarbourtownLeroy Neiman 16th at Augusta
Then John Faa began to laugh too. He slapped a broad hand on the table so hard the glasses rang, and his massive shoulders shook, and he had to wipe away the tears from his eyes. Lyra had never seen such a sight, never heardFinally John Faa shook his head and became serious again.
"I were saying, Lyra, as we knew about you from a child. From a baby. You oughter know what we know. I can't guess what they told you at Jordan where you came from, but they don't know the whole truth of it. Did they ever tell you who your parents were?" such a bellow; it was like a mountain laughing."Oh, yes," he said when he could speak again, "we heard about that too, little girl! I don't suppose the Costas have set foot anywhere since then without being reminded of it. You better leave a guard on your boat, Tony, people say. Fierce little girls round here! Oh, that story went all over the fens, child. But we en't going to punish you for it. No, no! Ease your mind."He looked at Farder Coram, and the two old men laughed again, but more gently. And Lyra felt contented, and safe.
Then John Faa began to laugh too. He slapped a broad hand on the table so hard the glasses rang, and his massive shoulders shook, and he had to wipe away the tears from his eyes. Lyra had never seen such a sight, never heardFinally John Faa shook his head and became serious again.
"I were saying, Lyra, as we knew about you from a child. From a baby. You oughter know what we know. I can't guess what they told you at Jordan where you came from, but they don't know the whole truth of it. Did they ever tell you who your parents were?" such a bellow; it was like a mountain laughing."Oh, yes," he said when he could speak again, "we heard about that too, little girl! I don't suppose the Costas have set foot anywhere since then without being reminded of it. You better leave a guard on your boat, Tony, people say. Fierce little girls round here! Oh, that story went all over the fens, child. But we en't going to punish you for it. No, no! Ease your mind."He looked at Farder Coram, and the two old men laughed again, but more gently. And Lyra felt contented, and safe.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Unknown Artist Brent Heighton After the Rain
Unknown Artist Brent Heighton After the RainAlbert Moore silverAlbert Moore Dreamers
conscious every second of Pantalaimon's disgust, and of his hatred for the golden monkey. Presently the doorbell rang, and soon the room was filling up withdressed ladies and handsome or distinguished men. Lyra moved among them offering canapes or smiling sweetly and making pretty answers when they her.
"Really? I thought your mother would have sent you to her old school. A very good place..."
Lyra was mystified until she realized the old lady's mistake.
"Oh! She's not my mother! I'm just here helping her. I'm her personal assistant," she said importantly.
"I see. And who are your people?"spoke to her. She felt like a universal pet, and the second she voiced that thought to herself, Pantalaimon stretched his goldfinch wings and chirruped loudly.She sensed his glee at having proved her right, and became a little more retiring."And where do you go to school, my dear?" said an elderly lady, inspecting Lyra through a lorgnette."I don't go to school," Lyra told
conscious every second of Pantalaimon's disgust, and of his hatred for the golden monkey. Presently the doorbell rang, and soon the room was filling up withdressed ladies and handsome or distinguished men. Lyra moved among them offering canapes or smiling sweetly and making pretty answers when they her.
"Really? I thought your mother would have sent you to her old school. A very good place..."
Lyra was mystified until she realized the old lady's mistake.
"Oh! She's not my mother! I'm just here helping her. I'm her personal assistant," she said importantly.
"I see. And who are your people?"spoke to her. She felt like a universal pet, and the second she voiced that thought to herself, Pantalaimon stretched his goldfinch wings and chirruped loudly.She sensed his glee at having proved her right, and became a little more retiring."And where do you go to school, my dear?" said an elderly lady, inspecting Lyra through a lorgnette."I don't go to school," Lyra told
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Diego Rivera Night of the Rich
Diego Rivera Night of the RichLeroy Neiman FemlinUnknown Artist Abstract Autumn by Dougall
realizes what's happening.
At the moment Tony is hanging about the market in Pie Street. He's hungry. It's early evening, and he won't get fed at Home. He's got a shilling in his pocket that a soldier gave him for taking a message to his best girl, but Tony's not going to waste that on food, when you can pick up so much for nothing.
So he wanders thro, and her cat daemon leaps, but Tony's sparrow is aloft and Tony himself halfway down the street already. Curses and abuse go with him, but not far. He stops running at the steps of St. Catherine's Oratory, where he sits down and takes out his steaming, battered prize, leaving a trail of gravy on his shirt.
And he's being watched. A lady in a long yellow-red fox-fur coat, a beautiful ugh the market, between the old-clothes stalls and the fortune-paper stalls, the fruitmongers and the fried-fish seller, with his little daemon on his shoulder, a sparrow, watching this way and that; and when a stall holder and her daemon are both looking elsewhere, a brisk chirp sounds, and Tony's hand shoots out and returns to his loose shirt with an apple or a couple of nuts, and finally with a hot pie.The stall holder sees that, and shouts
realizes what's happening.
At the moment Tony is hanging about the market in Pie Street. He's hungry. It's early evening, and he won't get fed at Home. He's got a shilling in his pocket that a soldier gave him for taking a message to his best girl, but Tony's not going to waste that on food, when you can pick up so much for nothing.
So he wanders thro, and her cat daemon leaps, but Tony's sparrow is aloft and Tony himself halfway down the street already. Curses and abuse go with him, but not far. He stops running at the steps of St. Catherine's Oratory, where he sits down and takes out his steaming, battered prize, leaving a trail of gravy on his shirt.
And he's being watched. A lady in a long yellow-red fox-fur coat, a beautiful ugh the market, between the old-clothes stalls and the fortune-paper stalls, the fruitmongers and the fried-fish seller, with his little daemon on his shoulder, a sparrow, watching this way and that; and when a stall holder and her daemon are both looking elsewhere, a brisk chirp sounds, and Tony's hand shoots out and returns to his loose shirt with an apple or a couple of nuts, and finally with a hot pie.The stall holder sees that, and shouts
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Alphonse Maria Mucha Autumn
Alphonse Maria Mucha AutumnMichelangelo Buonarroti The Creation of Adam handPierre Auguste Renoir La Moulin de la Galette
something new in the sky behind the zeppelins. A bank of clouds had been building, and a massive thunderhead reared thousands of feet up into the still-bright upper sky. How had he failed to notice? If a storm was coming, the sooner they landed the better.
And then a dark green curtain of rain drifted down and hung from the clouds, and the storm seemed to be chasing the The sky was now colored like a tiger; bands of gold alternated with patches and stripes of deepest brown-black, and the pattern changed by the minutzeppelins as they were chasing Lee's balloon, for the rain swept along toward them from the sea, and as the sun finally vanished, a mighty flash came from the clouds, and several seconds later a crash of thunder so loud it shook the very fabric of Lee's balloon, and echoed back for a long time from the mountains.Then came another flash of lightning, and this time the jagged fork struck down direct from the thunderhead at one of the zeppelins. In a moment the gas was alight. A bright flower of flame blossomed against the braise-dark clouds, and the craft drifted down slowly, ablaze like a beacon, and floated, still blazing, on the water.Lee let out the breath he'd been holding. Grumman was standing beside him, one hand on the suspension ring, with lines of exhaustion deep in his face."Did you bring that storm?" said Lee.Grumman nodded.e
something new in the sky behind the zeppelins. A bank of clouds had been building, and a massive thunderhead reared thousands of feet up into the still-bright upper sky. How had he failed to notice? If a storm was coming, the sooner they landed the better.
And then a dark green curtain of rain drifted down and hung from the clouds, and the storm seemed to be chasing the The sky was now colored like a tiger; bands of gold alternated with patches and stripes of deepest brown-black, and the pattern changed by the minutzeppelins as they were chasing Lee's balloon, for the rain swept along toward them from the sea, and as the sun finally vanished, a mighty flash came from the clouds, and several seconds later a crash of thunder so loud it shook the very fabric of Lee's balloon, and echoed back for a long time from the mountains.Then came another flash of lightning, and this time the jagged fork struck down direct from the thunderhead at one of the zeppelins. In a moment the gas was alight. A bright flower of flame blossomed against the braise-dark clouds, and the craft drifted down slowly, ablaze like a beacon, and floated, still blazing, on the water.Lee let out the breath he'd been holding. Grumman was standing beside him, one hand on the suspension ring, with lines of exhaustion deep in his face."Did you bring that storm?" said Lee.Grumman nodded.e
Henri Rousseau A Carnival Evening
Henri Rousseau A Carnival EveningPaul Cezanne Three BathersPaul Cezanne The Black Clock
the moon rose, the witches began their spell to heal Will's wound.
They woke him and asked him to lie the knife on the ground where it caught a glitter of starlight. Lyra sat nearby stirring some herbs in a pot of boiling water over a fire, and while her companions clapped and stamped and cried in rhythm, Serafina crouched over the knife and sang in a high, fierce tone:
"Little knife!
They mercy.
And when you sliced a single shade
into thirty thousand shadows,
then they knew that you were ready,tore your iron out of Mother Earth's entrails,built a fire and boiled the ore,made it weep and bleed and flood,hammered it and tempered it,plunging it in icy water,heating it inside the forgetill your blade was blood-red, scorching!Then they made you wound the wateronce again, and yet again,till the steam was boiling fogand the water cried for
the moon rose, the witches began their spell to heal Will's wound.
They woke him and asked him to lie the knife on the ground where it caught a glitter of starlight. Lyra sat nearby stirring some herbs in a pot of boiling water over a fire, and while her companions clapped and stamped and cried in rhythm, Serafina crouched over the knife and sang in a high, fierce tone:
"Little knife!
They mercy.
And when you sliced a single shade
into thirty thousand shadows,
then they knew that you were ready,tore your iron out of Mother Earth's entrails,built a fire and boiled the ore,made it weep and bleed and flood,hammered it and tempered it,plunging it in icy water,heating it inside the forgetill your blade was blood-red, scorching!Then they made you wound the wateronce again, and yet again,till the steam was boiling fogand the water cried for
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Edgar Degas Absinthe
Edgar Degas AbsintheFrida Kahlo The Broken ColumnFrida Kahlo Self Portrait
Also, assessing job creation is an inexact science. Romer and Bernstein repeatedly noted "considerable uncertainty" in their estimates.Mark Zandi, chief economist with Moody's Economy.com, said in an estimate last month that about three million jobs would be created or saved by the end of 2010. Sectors beyond construction should and maintenance people to run farms, and financial-services workers to structure financing for these projects, said Britt Theismann, membership director of the American Wind Energy Association, a trade group.A plan to improve the nation's electricity infrastructure and craft a "smart grid," eventually giving consumers more control over their electricity use, might create jobs for electrical, communications and computer engineers, said Gordon Day, president of the IEEE-USA, a professional association for engineers.see a pick up hiring thanks to billions of additional dollars pushed through the economy -- Zandi forecast an added 386,000 retail and 346,000 leisure and hospitality jobs -- but also directly through For instance, the plan's focus on alternative energy would help wind farms, which need manufacturers to make turbine components, operations
Also, assessing job creation is an inexact science. Romer and Bernstein repeatedly noted "considerable uncertainty" in their estimates.Mark Zandi, chief economist with Moody's Economy.com, said in an estimate last month that about three million jobs would be created or saved by the end of 2010. Sectors beyond construction should and maintenance people to run farms, and financial-services workers to structure financing for these projects, said Britt Theismann, membership director of the American Wind Energy Association, a trade group.A plan to improve the nation's electricity infrastructure and craft a "smart grid," eventually giving consumers more control over their electricity use, might create jobs for electrical, communications and computer engineers, said Gordon Day, president of the IEEE-USA, a professional association for engineers.see a pick up hiring thanks to billions of additional dollars pushed through the economy -- Zandi forecast an added 386,000 retail and 346,000 leisure and hospitality jobs -- but also directly through For instance, the plan's focus on alternative energy would help wind farms, which need manufacturers to make turbine components, operations
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Caravaggio The Fortune Teller
Caravaggio The Fortune TellerCaravaggio The Conversion on the Way to DamascusCaravaggio The Annunciation
," he said, looking up. "Maybe."
She remembered the children talking earlier that morning. No children would go in the tower, they'd said; there were scary things in there. And she remembered her own feeling of unease as she and Pantalaimon had stopped under a window at the second-story level and said to Pantalaimon, "Can you fly up there? Can you look in?"
He became a sparrow at once and set off. He could only just reach it. Lyra gasped and gave a little cry when he was at the windowsill, and he perched there for a second or two before diving down again. She sighed and took deep breaths like someone rescued from drowning. Will frowned, puzzled.
"It's hard," she explained, "when your daemon goes away from you. It hurts."
"Sorry. Did you see anything?" he said.looked through the open door before leaving the city. Maybe that was why they needed a grown man to go in there. Her daemon was fluttering around her head now, moth-formed in the bright sunlight, whispering anxiously."Hush," she whispered back, "there en't any choice, Pan. It's our fault. We got to make it right, and this is the only way." Will walked off to the right, following the wall of the tower. At the corner a narrow cobbled alley led between it and the next building, and Will went down there too, looking up, getting the measure of the place. Lyra followed. Will
," he said, looking up. "Maybe."
She remembered the children talking earlier that morning. No children would go in the tower, they'd said; there were scary things in there. And she remembered her own feeling of unease as she and Pantalaimon had stopped under a window at the second-story level and said to Pantalaimon, "Can you fly up there? Can you look in?"
He became a sparrow at once and set off. He could only just reach it. Lyra gasped and gave a little cry when he was at the windowsill, and he perched there for a second or two before diving down again. She sighed and took deep breaths like someone rescued from drowning. Will frowned, puzzled.
"It's hard," she explained, "when your daemon goes away from you. It hurts."
"Sorry. Did you see anything?" he said.looked through the open door before leaving the city. Maybe that was why they needed a grown man to go in there. Her daemon was fluttering around her head now, moth-formed in the bright sunlight, whispering anxiously."Hush," she whispered back, "there en't any choice, Pan. It's our fault. We got to make it right, and this is the only way." Will walked off to the right, following the wall of the tower. At the corner a narrow cobbled alley led between it and the next building, and Will went down there too, looking up, getting the measure of the place. Lyra followed. Will
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Leroy Neiman The Rocket Roger Clemens
Leroy Neiman The Rocket Roger ClemensLeroy Neiman The RacketeersLeroy Neiman The Race
Saturday, 22 June 1985
My darling—so much for what did I call him, a genial dimwit—the physicist Nelson is nothing of the sort, and if I'm not mistaken he's actually looking for the anomaly himself. The holdup in Fairbanks was orchestrated by him, would you believe? Knowing that the rest of the team wouldn't want to wait for anything less than an unarguable reason would you believe, where we're heading for, fancy that. And you know he was jolted rigid. He knew exactly what I meant. I pretended not to notice and went on to witchcraft, told him the Zaire leopard story. So I hope he's got me down as a superstitious military blockhead. But I'm right, Elaine—he's looking for it too. The question is, do I tell him or not? Got to work out what his ordered. I found this out by accident, and I was going to ask him what the hell he was playing at when I overheard him talking on the radio to someone—describing the anomaly, no less, except he didn't know the location. Later on I bought him a drink, played the bluff soldier, old Arctic hand, "more things in heaven and earth " line. Pretended to tease him with the limitations of you can't explain Bigfoot, etc.—watching him closely. Then sprung the anomaly on him—Eskimo legend of a doorway into spirit world—invisible—somewhere near Lookout Ridge,
Saturday, 22 June 1985
My darling—so much for what did I call him, a genial dimwit—the physicist Nelson is nothing of the sort, and if I'm not mistaken he's actually looking for the anomaly himself. The holdup in Fairbanks was orchestrated by him, would you believe? Knowing that the rest of the team wouldn't want to wait for anything less than an unarguable reason would you believe, where we're heading for, fancy that. And you know he was jolted rigid. He knew exactly what I meant. I pretended not to notice and went on to witchcraft, told him the Zaire leopard story. So I hope he's got me down as a superstitious military blockhead. But I'm right, Elaine—he's looking for it too. The question is, do I tell him or not? Got to work out what his ordered. I found this out by accident, and I was going to ask him what the hell he was playing at when I overheard him talking on the radio to someone—describing the anomaly, no less, except he didn't know the location. Later on I bought him a drink, played the bluff soldier, old Arctic hand, "more things in heaven and earth " line. Pretended to tease him with the limitations of you can't explain Bigfoot, etc.—watching him closely. Then sprung the anomaly on him—Eskimo legend of a doorway into spirit world—invisible—somewhere near Lookout Ridge,
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Leonardo da Vinci Portrait of Ginevra Benci
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Even in his fear and haste Will wondered why the other man didn't shout after him, or chase him. They'd be after him soon, though, with their cars and their The only thing to do was run.
He saw the the crack as the man's head struck the table, and the way his neck was bent so far and in such a wrong way, and the dreadful twitching of his limbs. The man was dead. He'd killed him.
He couldn't get it out of his mind, but he had to. There was quite enough to think about. His mother: would she really be safe where she was? Mrs. Cooper wouldn't tell, would she? Even if Will didn't turn up as he'd said he would? Because he couldn't, now milkman turning into the close, the lights of his electric cart pallid in the dawn glimmer that was already filling the sky. Will jumped over the fence into the next-door garden, down the passage beside the house, over the next wall, across a dew-wet lawn, through the hedge, and into the tangle of shrubs and trees between the housing estate and the main road. There he crawled under a bush and lay panting and trembling. It was too early to be out on the road: wait till later, when the rush hour started.He couldn't get out of his mind
Even in his fear and haste Will wondered why the other man didn't shout after him, or chase him. They'd be after him soon, though, with their cars and their The only thing to do was run.
He saw the the crack as the man's head struck the table, and the way his neck was bent so far and in such a wrong way, and the dreadful twitching of his limbs. The man was dead. He'd killed him.
He couldn't get it out of his mind, but he had to. There was quite enough to think about. His mother: would she really be safe where she was? Mrs. Cooper wouldn't tell, would she? Even if Will didn't turn up as he'd said he would? Because he couldn't, now milkman turning into the close, the lights of his electric cart pallid in the dawn glimmer that was already filling the sky. Will jumped over the fence into the next-door garden, down the passage beside the house, over the next wall, across a dew-wet lawn, through the hedge, and into the tangle of shrubs and trees between the housing estate and the main road. There he crawled under a bush and lay panting and trembling. It was too early to be out on the road: wait till later, when the rush hour started.He couldn't get out of his mind
Monday, February 2, 2009
Thomas Kinkade Sunday Outing
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Earthlings have had an over-inflated view of how far the planet's atmosphere extends into space. Turns out, the ionosphere, the layer of electrically charged particles that comprises the outer atmosphere, is thinner than expected -- and cooler.
Understanding the distort radio, radar and navigation signals. Such distortions can make communications and satellite-based systems less reliable.
"In order to predict how severe those distortions will be, it's necessary to know how big those structures in the ionosphere are and where they exist," Roderick Heelis, with the Space sciences Center at the University of Texas in Dallas, told Discovery News.shape and size of the ionosphere is an important first step in figuring out how particularly dense regions within it may
Earthlings have had an over-inflated view of how far the planet's atmosphere extends into space. Turns out, the ionosphere, the layer of electrically charged particles that comprises the outer atmosphere, is thinner than expected -- and cooler.
Understanding the distort radio, radar and navigation signals. Such distortions can make communications and satellite-based systems less reliable.
"In order to predict how severe those distortions will be, it's necessary to know how big those structures in the ionosphere are and where they exist," Roderick Heelis, with the Space sciences Center at the University of Texas in Dallas, told Discovery News.shape and size of the ionosphere is an important first step in figuring out how particularly dense regions within it may
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Marc Chagall Paris Through the Window
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At least," she said, "promise that you won't go in among the trees. If that man is still around, he might be hiding in a wood or a grove and you wouldn't see him in time to escape."
"We promise," said Lyra.
"Well, I'll pack you some food in case you're out all day."
Mary took some flat bread and cheese and some sweet, thirst-quenching red fruits, wrapped them in a cloth, and tied a cord around it for one of them to carry over a shoulder.
"Good hunting," she said as they left. "Please take care."
She was still anxious. She stood watching them all the way to the foot of the slope.
"I wonder why she's so sad," Will said as he and Lyra climbed the road up to the ridge.
"She's probably wondering if she'll ever ," said Lyra. "And if her laboratory'll still be hers when she does. And maybe she's sad about the man she was in love with."
"Mmm," said Will. "D'you think we'll ever
"Dunno. I don't suppose I've probably couldn't have me back at and I can't live with the bears or the witches. Maybe I could live with the gyptians. I wouldn't mind that, if they'd have me."
"What about Lord Asriel's world? Wouldn't you want to live there
At least," she said, "promise that you won't go in among the trees. If that man is still around, he might be hiding in a wood or a grove and you wouldn't see him in time to escape."
"We promise," said Lyra.
"Well, I'll pack you some food in case you're out all day."
Mary took some flat bread and cheese and some sweet, thirst-quenching red fruits, wrapped them in a cloth, and tied a cord around it for one of them to carry over a shoulder.
"Good hunting," she said as they left. "Please take care."
She was still anxious. She stood watching them all the way to the foot of the slope.
"I wonder why she's so sad," Will said as he and Lyra climbed the road up to the ridge.
"She's probably wondering if she'll ever ," said Lyra. "And if her laboratory'll still be hers when she does. And maybe she's sad about the man she was in love with."
"Mmm," said Will. "D'you think we'll ever
"Dunno. I don't suppose I've probably couldn't have me back at and I can't live with the bears or the witches. Maybe I could live with the gyptians. I wouldn't mind that, if they'd have me."
"What about Lord Asriel's world? Wouldn't you want to live there
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