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Jack Vettriano on Parade

2009-05-13T01:00:00.000-07:00

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They had drawn some knobbly clubs. Ridcully knew the Guild laws. Of course, they had to be enforced. You couldn't run a city without them. This certainly wasn't licensed music ‑ if ever there was unlicensed music, this was it. Nevertheless . . . he a scythe, after all, grass didn't have teeth ‑ and then the fireball burned his fingers, and then, as he sucked frantically at them, he realized that there was something in the sound. Something extra.
'Oh, no,' he said, as the fireball floated to the floor and set fire to the Bursar's boot, 'it's alive.'
He grabbed the beer mug, finished the contents hurriedly, and rammed it upside down on the tabletop.
The moon shone over the Klatchian desert, in the vicinity of the dotted line. Both sides rolled up his sleeve and prepared a quick fireball, just in case.One of the men dropped his club and clutched his foot. The other one spun around as if something had slapped his ear. Satchelmouth's hat dented, as if someone had just hit him on the head.Ridcully, one eye watering terribly, thought he made out the Tooth Fairy girl bringing the handle of a scythe down on Satchelmouth's head.The Archchancellor was quite a bright man but often had trouble in forcing his train of thought to change tracks. He was having difficulty with the idea of

Vincent van Gogh The Yellow House

2009-05-11T23:39:00.000-07:00

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Susan looked around. The cat was watching them anxiously from behind the washstand.
Susan felt some response was called for.
'That was very . . was trying to make faces at the cat.
'What'll happen to him?'
SQUEAK.
'Oh.' Behind them a former mourner tipped a drawer out on to the floor. The cat was beginning to tremble.
Susan stepped out through the wall.
Clouds curled behind Binky like a wake.
'Well, that wasn't too bad. I mean, no blood or anything. And he was very . kind of you . . .' she said.'Hah! Mangy thing! Thirteen years of sleepin' and crappin' and waiting for the next meal to turn up? Never took half an hour's exercise in his big fat life. Up until they find the will, anyway. Then he's going to be the richest fastest cat in the world–’The voice faded. So did its owner.'What a dreadful old man,' said Susan.She looked down at the Death of Rats, who

Claude Monet Monet Water Lillies I

2009-05-07T01:35:00.000-07:00

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Vimes pulled the candelabra towards him and thumped the paper with a finger.
'Well, look what it says here. I mean, opening those old Watch Houses? On the gates? What's the point in that? Right out there on the , and one other per shift. The rest you'll move around on, oh, a monthly rota. You want to keep everyone on their toes, yes? And that way everyone gets to walk every street. That's very important. And . . . wish I had a map here . . . oh . . . thank you, dear. Right. Now, see here. You've got a strength of fixty-six, nominal, OK? But you're taking over day watch too, plus you've got to allow for days off, two grandmother's funerals per year per man – gods know how your undead'll sort out that one, maybe they edge?''Oh, I'm sure matters of organization detail can be changed, sir,' said Carrot.'Keep a general gate guard, yes, but if you're going to have any kind of finger on the pulse of . . . look, you'd need one along Elm Street somewhere, dose to the Shades and the docks, and another one halfway up Short Street, and maybe a smaller one in Kingsway. Somewhere up there, anyway. You've got to think about population centres. How many men based per Watch House?''I thought ten, sir. Allowing for shifts.''No, can't do that. Use six at most. A corporal, say

Pop art nina on yellow

2009-05-04T23:18:00.000-07:00

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' he shouted. 'How did you find out, eh? Who told you?'
'I really couldn't say,' said Carrot. 'But it makes sense anyway. There's only one entrance to each Guild, but the Guild Houses are back to back. Someone just had to cut through the wall.'
'I assure you we didn't know about it,' said the clown.
Sergeant Colon was lost in admiration. He'd seen people bluff on a bad hand, but he'd never seen anyone bluff with no cards.'What do you mean, dwarfs don't?'
'No-one's told us what everyone knows about dwarfs,' said Cuddy.
'Well . . . I expect they thought you knew,' said Nobby, 'We thought it was just a prank,' said the clown. 'We thought young Beano had just done it with humorous intent, and then he turned up dead and we didn't—' 'You'd better show me the hole,' said Carrot. The rest of the Watch stood to variations on the theme of At Ease in the courtyard.'Corporal Nobbs?''Yes, Lance-Constable Cuddy?''What is it everyone says about dwarfs?''Oh, come on, you're pulling my leg, right? Everyone knows that who knows anything about dwarfs,' said Nobby.Cuddy coughed.'Dwarfs don't,' he said.

Gustav Klimt The Music

2009-04-28T23:42:00.000-07:00

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'People think it'd be the Fools or the Assassins. Ask anyone. They'll say "the oldest Guild in Ankh-Morpork is certainly the Fools' Guild or the Assassins' Guild". But they aren't. They're quite recent. But there's been a Beggars' Guild for centuries.'of the murderous, evil-minded, self-centred individuals they suspect themselves to be. But the point was that if Carrot had erupted into a song and dance, people would have joined in. Carrot could have jollied a circle of standing stones to form up behind him and do a rumba.
'There's some very interesting old statuary in the main courtyard,' he said. 'Including a very good one of Jimi, the God of Beggars. I'll show you. They won't mind.'
He rapped on the door.'Really?' said Angua, weakly. In the last hour she'd learned more about Ankh-Morpork than any reasonable person wanted to know. She vaguely suspected that Carrot was trying to court her. But, instead of the usual flowers or chocolate, he seemed to be trying to gift-wrap a city.And, despite all her better instincts, she was feeling jealous. Of a city! Ye gods, I've known him a couple of days!It was the way he wore the place. You expected him any moment to break into the kind of song that has suspicious rhymes and phrases like 'my kind of town' and 'I wanna be a part of it' in it; the kind of song where people dance in the street and give the singer apples and join in and a dozen lowly matchgirls suddenly show amazing choreo-graphical ability and everyone acts like cheery lovable citizens instead

Claude Monet Cliffs near Dieppe 2

2009-04-28T00:12:00.001-07:00

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smell anything,' Angua lied.
'Liar,' said the voice.
'Or hear anything.'

Captain – silent, owlish, polite dwarfs. The news had got around. He wasn't telling anyone anything they didn't know. Many of them were holding weapons. Mr Strong-inthearm was there. Captain Vimes had talked to him before about his speeches on the subject of the need for grinding all trolls in little bits and using them to make roads. But the dwarf wasn't saying anything now. He was just looking smug. There was an air of quiet, polite menace, that said: We'll listen to you. Then we'll do what we decide to do.
He hadn't even been sure which one was Mrs Ham-merhock. They all looked Vimes' boots told him he was in Scoone Avenue. His feet were doing the walking of their own volition; his mind was somewhere else. In fact, some of it was dissolving gently in Jimkin Bearhugger's finest nectar. If only they hadn't been so damn polite! There were a number of things he'd seen in his life which he'd always try, without success, to forget. Up until now he would have put, at the top of the list, looking at the tonsils of a giant dragon as it drew the breath intended to turn him into a small pile of impure charcoal. He still woke up sweating at the memory of the little pilot light. But he dreaded now that it was going to be replaced by the recollection of all those impassive dwarf faces, watching him politely, and the feeling that his words were dropping into a deep pit.After all, what could he say? 'Sorry he's dead – and that's official. We're putting our worst men on the case' ?The late Bjorn Hammerhock's house had been full of dwarfs

Leonardo da Vinci Annunciation

2009-04-26T23:47:00.000-07:00

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dawned on the Patrician that he was working on both ends of this conversation. He shuffled through the papers on his desk.
'And of course I shall have to promote a new chief officer for the Night Watch,' said the Patrician. 'Have you any suggestions, 'Try it one more time, Lance-Constable Detritus,' he said. 'The trick is, you stops your hand just above your ear. Now, just get up off the floor and try salutin' one more time. Now, then . . . Lance-Constable Cuddy?'
'Here!'captain?'Vimes appeared to descend from whatever cloud his mind had been occupying. This was guard work.'Well, not Fred Colon . . . He's one of Nature's sergeants . . .' Sergeant Colon, Ankh-Morpork City Guard (Night Watch) surveyed the bright faces of the new recruits.He sighed. He remembered his first day. Old Sergeant Wimbler. What a tartar! Tongue like a whiplash! If the old boy had lived to see this . . .What was it called? Oh, yeah. Affirmative action hirin' procedure, or something. Silicon Anti-Defamation League had been going on at the Patrician, and now—

Pierre Auguste Renoir The Umbrellas

2009-04-24T01:37:00.000-07:00

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just soft and shiny. Pretty to look at and no damn use at all,” said Granny, her voice still quite calm and level. “But this is a real world, madam. That’s what I had to learn. And real people in it. You got no right to ‘em. People’ve got enough to cope with just being people. They don’t need you swanking around with your shiny hair and shiny eyes and shiny
times. But I ain’t having elves here. You make us want what
we can’t have and what you give us is worth nothing and
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what you take is everything and all there is left for us is the cold hillside, and emptiness, and the laughter of the elves.”gold, going sideways through life, always young, always singing, never learning.”“You didn’t always think like this.”“That was a long time ago. And, my lady, old I may be,and hag I may be, but stupid I ain’t. You’re no kind of god-dess. I ain’t against gods and goddesses, in their place. Butthey’ve got to be the ones we make ourselves. Then we cantake ‘em to bits for the parts when we don’t need ‘em any-more, see? And elves far away in fairyland, well, maybe that’ssomething people need to get ‘emselves through the iron

childe hassam Wayside Inn Sudbury Massachusetts

2009-04-22T23:56:00.000-07:00

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years ago my granny telling me about Queen Amonia, well, I say queen, but she never was queen except for about three hours because of what I’m about to unfold, on account of them playing hide-and-seek at the wedding party and her hiding in a big heavy old chest in some attic and the lid slamming shut and no one finding her for seven months, by which time you could definitely say the wedding cake was getting a bit stale.”
Silence.
“Well, if you ain’t telling me, I can’t hang around all night,” said Nanny. “It’ll all be better in the morning, you’ll
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before your man. Recipe for a happy life, that is,” said Nanny, to the world in general. “Well, I’m going away now. Tell you what, I’ll come back early tomorrow, help you get ready, that sort of thing. How about it?”
Silence.see.”Silence.“Why don’t you have an early night?” said Nanny. “Our Shawn’ll do you a hot drink if you ring down. It’s a bit nippy out here, to tell you the truth. It’s amazing how these old stone places hang on to the chill.”Silence.“So I’ll be off then, shall I?” said Nanny, to the unyield-ing silence. “Not doing much good here, I can see that. Sure you don’t want to talk?”Silence.“Stand before your god, bow before your king, and kneel

Pop art miles 1960, on blue

2009-04-21T01:05:00.001-07:00

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coach slowed to a halt in front of the barricade across the road.
The bandit chieftain adjusted his eyepatch. He had two good eyes, but people respect uniforms. Then he strolled toward the coach.
“Morning, Jim. What’ve we got today, then?”
“Uh. This a robbery,” he said. “I’d like you to think of it more as a colorful anecdote you might enjoy telling your grandchildren about.”
A voice from within said, “That’s him! He stole my horse!”
A wizard’s staff poked out. The chieftain saw the knob on the end.
“Now, then,” he said, pleasantly. “I know the rules.could be difficult,” said the coachman. “Uh, there’s a handful of wizards. And a dwarf. And an ape.” He rubbed his head, and winced. “Yes. Definitely an ape. Not, and I think I should make this clear, any other kind of man-shaped thing with hair on.”“You all right, Jim?”“I’ve had this lot ever since Ankh-Morpork. Don’t talk to me about dried frog pills.”The bandit chief raised his eyebrows.“All right. I won’t.”He knocked on the coach door. The window slid down.128LORQ6 ft/YQ LfiDIEQ“I wouldn’t like you to think of this as

Thomas Moran Autumn Landscape

2009-04-20T00:45:00.000-07:00

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said Ponder, gratified at the attention, “it
appears that there was this man, right, who had to choose
between “So this was at his place, then, was it?” said Ridcully.
“What? I don’t know,” said Ponder.
“Why not? You seem to know all about it.”
“I don’t think it was anywhere. It’s a puzzle.”
“Hang on,” said Casanunda, “I think I’ve worked it out.
One question, right?”
“Yes,” said Ponder, relieved.going through two doors, apparently, and the guardon one door always told the truth and the guard on the otherdoor always told a lie, and the thing was, behind one doorwas certain death, and behind the other door was freedom,91Terry Pratchettand he didn’t know which guard was which, and he could only ask them one question and so: what did he ask?”The coach bounced over a pothole. The Librarian turned over in his sleep.“Sounds like Psychotic Lord Hargon of Quirm to me,” said Ridcully, after a while.“That’s right,” said Casanunda. “He was a devil for jokes like that. How many students can you get in an Iron Maiden, that kind of thing.”

Cao Yong CAFE BELLA

2009-04-17T01:33:00.000-07:00

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lighten up all right,” said Granny.
“Well, anyway, I don’t have to bother with this sort of thing,” said Magrat. “Whatever it is. It’s your business. I just shan’t have time, I’m sure.”
“I’m sure you can please yourself, your going-to-be-majesty,” said Granny Weatherwax.
“Hah!” said Magrat. “I can! You can jol—you can damn well find another witch for Lancre! All right? Another soppy girl to do all the dreary work and never be told anything and be talked over the head of the whole time. I’ve got better things to do!”
“Better things than being a witch?” said Granny
Magrat handle.
“Oh, no,” she said, “you don’t. Queens ride around in golden coaches and whatnot. Each to their own. Brooms is for witches.”
“Now come on, you two,” began Nanny Ogg, one of
nature’s mediators. “Anyway, someone can be a queen and awalked into it.‘ “Yes!” “Oh, dear,” murmured Nanny“Oh. Well, then I expect you’ll be wanting to be off,”25Terry Pratehettsaid Granny, her voice like knives. “Back to your palace, I’ll be bound.”“Yes!”Magrat picked up her broomstick.Granny’s arm shot out very fast and grabbed the
w—“

Edgar Degas Woman Combing Her Hair

2009-04-16T00:43:00.000-07:00

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brass whistle whistled.
Simony picked up the steering ropes. This was what war should be, he thought. No uncertainty. A few more Turtles like this, and no one would ever fight again.
"Stand by," he said.
He pulled the big lever hard.
The brittle . He dropped the tool and tried to block the flow with his fingers, but it spurted around his hands and gurgled down the channel towards one of the weights.
"Stop it! Stop it!" he shouted.
"What?" said Fergmen, several feet below him.
"Stop the water!"
"How?"
"The pipe's broken!"metal snapped in his hand.Give anyone a lever long enough and they can change the world. It's unreliable levers that are the problem. In the depths of the Temple's hidden plumbing, Urn grasped a bronze pipe firmly with his spanner and gave the nut a cautious turn. It resisted. He changed position, and grunted as he used more pressure.With a sad little metal sound, the pipe twisted-and broke . . .Water gushed out, hitting him in the face
"I thought that's what we wanted to do?"
"Not yet!"

Vincent van Gogh The Old Mill

2009-04-15T00:41:00.000-07:00

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How many of them are important?"
"All of them!" said Urn.
"Maybe a couple of hundred," said Didactylos, mildly.
"Uncle! "
"All the rest is just wind and vanity publishing," said Didactylos.
"But they're books!"
"I may be able to take more than that," said Brutha slowly. "Is there a way out?"
"There . . . could be," said Didactylos.
"Don't tell him!" said Simony.
"Then all "I'm inclined to trust this person," said Didactylos. "He's got an honest face. Speaking philosophically."
"Why should we trust him?"
"Anyone stupid enough to expect us to trust him in these circumstances must be trustworthy," said Didactylos. "He'd be too stupid to be deceitful."your books will burn," said Brutha. He pointed to Simony. "He said you haven't got a choice. So you haven't got anything to lose, have you?""He's a-” Simony began."Everyone shut up," said Didactylos. He stared past Brutha's ear."There may be a way out," he said. "What do you intend?""I don't believe this!" said Urn. "There's Omnians here and you're telling them there's another way out!""There's tunnels all through this rock," said Didactylos."Maybe, but we don't tell people!"
"I can walk out of here right now," said Brutha. "And where will your Library be then?"
"You see?" said Simony.

Vincent van Gogh Sunflowers

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

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or two of the attentions of the Quisition, but now Brutha could see that he was a member of the Divine Legion; a sword was halfhidden under the desert robes.
And you had to make special allowances for Legionaries, just as you did for inquisitors. Their often intimate contact with the ungodly affected their minds and put their souls in mortal peril. He decided to be magnanimous.
about nosy bastards being given a thump alongside the ear?" said the soldier.
" `Woe unto him who raises his hand unto his brother, dealing with him as unto an Infidel,' " said Brutha. "That's Ossory, Precepts XI, verse 16."
" `Sod off and forget you ever saw us otherwise you're going to be in real trouble, my friend.' Sergeant Aktar, chapter 1, verse 1," said the soldier."And where are you going to with all these camels on this fine morning, brother?"The soldier tightened a strap."Probably to hell," he said, grinning nastily. "Just behind you.""Really? According to the word of the Prophet Ishkible, a man needs no camel to ride to hell, yea, nor horse, nor mule; a man may ride into hell on his tongue," said Brutha, letting just a tremor of disapproval enter his voice."Does some old prophet say anything

Pino remember when

2009-04-13T23:22:00.000-07:00

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then . . . drop you."
"Urrgh."
"No. More like . . . crack . . . splat. How did you think I got in here?"
"You were dropped? But-”
"Landed on a pile of dirt in your garden. That's eagles for you. Whole place built of rock and paved with rock on a big rock and they miss."
"That was lucky. this the priests reckoned he was on to a good thing, because most of the pilgrims were coming for the first time and therefore lacked the essential thing you needed in dealing with Dhblah, which was the experience of having dealt with him before. The sight of someone in the Place trying to unstick their jaws with dignity was a familiar one. Many a devout pilgrim, after a thousand miles of perilous journey, was forced to make his petition in sign language.Million-to-one chance," said Brutha."I never had this trouble when I was a bull. The number of eagles who can pick up a bull, you can count them on the fingers of one head. Anyway," said the tortoise, "there's worse here than eagles. There's a-”"There's good eating on one of them, you know," said a voice behind Brutha.He stood up guiltily, the tortoise in his hand."Oh, hello, Mr. Dhblah," he said.Everyone in the city knew Cut-Me-Own-Hand-Off Dhblah, purveyor of suspiciously new holy relics, suspiciously old rancid sweetmeats on a stick, gritty figs, and long-past-thesell-by dates. He was a sort of natural force, like the wind. No one knew where he came from or where he went at night. But he was there every dawn, selling sticky things to the pilgrims. And in

Claude Monet Poplars

2009-04-13T00:59:00.000-07:00

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The Great God Om tried to stay in the shade of a melon vine. He was probably safe here, here inside these walls and with even any suggestion that anything had been heard.
Om lost his temper and turned Lu-Tze into a lowly worm in the deepest cesspit of hell, and then got even more angry when the old man went on peacefully shoveling.
"The devils of infinity fill your living bones with sulphur!" he screamed.
This did not make a great deal of difference.
"Deaf old bugger," muttered the Great God Om.
the prayer towers all around, but you couldn't be too careful. He'd been lucky once, but it was asking too much to expect to be lucky again.The trouble with being a god is that you've got no one to pray to.He crawled forward purposefully towards the old man shoveling muck until, after much exertion, he judged himself to be within earshot.He spake thusly: "Hey, you!"There was no answer. There was not

Leroy Neiman Sailing

2009-04-10T00:34:00.000-07:00

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'Shut up.'
The Seriph ran his tongue over his lips.
'I suppose a quick anecdote is out of the question?' he croaked.
Conina sighed. 'There's more to life than narrative, you know.'
'Sorry. I lost control a little, there.'
Now that the sun was well up the crushed-shell beach glowed like a salt flat. The sea didn't look any better by daylight it. Sorry.'
He held out the lamp that had been in the treasury.
'It's magic, isn't it?' he said hopefully. 'I've heard about them, isn't it worth a try?'
Creosote shook his head.
'But you said your grandfather used it to make his fortune!' said Conina.
'A lamp,' said the Seriph, 'he used a lamp. Not this lamp. No, the real lamp was a battered . It moved like thin oil.Away on either side the beach stretched in long, excruciatingly flat curves, supporting nothing but a few clumps of withered dune grass which lived off the moisture in the spray. There was no sign of any shade.'The way I see it,' said Conina, 'this is a beach, and that means sooner or later we'll come to a river, so all we have to do is keep walking in one direction.''And yet, delightful snow on the slopes of Mount Eritor, we do not know which one.'Nijel sighed, and reached into his bag.'Erm,' he said, 'excuse me. Would this be any good? I stole

Edward Hopper The Lighthouse at Two Lights

2009-04-08T01:47:00.000-07:00

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was the only wizard I could find,' said the girl, 'He looked the part. He had 'blizzard' written on his hat and everything.'
Don't is someone fit to wear me.
'Why?' There was something very strange about the voice, Rincewind decided. It sounded impossible to disobey, as though it was solid destiny. If it told him to walk over a cliff, he thought, he'd be halfway down before it could occur to him to disobey.
The death of all wizardry is at hand.
Rincewind looked around guiltily.
'Why?' he said.
The world is going to end.believe everything you read. Too late now, anyway. We haven't got much time.'Hold on, hold on,' said Rincewind urgently, 'What's going on? You wanted her to steal you? Why haven't we got much time?' He pointed an accusing finger at the hat. 'Anyway, you can't go around letting yourself be stolen, you're supposed to be on - on the Archchancellor's head! The ceremony was tonight, I should have been there-’Something terrible is happening at the University. It is vital that we are not taken back, do you understand? You must take us to Klatch, where there

Winslow Homer The Fog Warning

2009-04-07T00:52:00.001-07:00

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Would that be orchids or roses?’
BOTH.
Druto’s fingers twined sinuously, like eels in grease. ‘And I wonder if I could interest you in these marvellous sprays of Neroousa GIoriosa -‘ LOTS OF THEM.
‘And if Sir’s budget would stretch, may I suggest a single specimen of the
extremely rare -‘
YES.
‘And possibly -‘
YES. EVERYTHING. WITH A RIBBON.
When ‘That’s our De Luxe assortment,’ said the lady in the chocolate shop. It was such a highclass establishment that it sold, not sweets. but confectionery - often in the form of individual gold-wrapped swirly things that made even larger holes in a bank balance than they did in a tooth. The tall dark customer picked up a box that was about two feet square. On a lid like a satin cushion it had a picture of a couple of hopelessly cross-eyed kittens looking out of a boot.the shop bell had jangled the purchaser out, Druto looked at the coins in his hand. Many of them werecorroded, all of them were strange, and one or two were golden.‘Um,’ he said. ‘That will do nicely . . .’He became aware of a soft pattering sound.Around him, all over the shop, petals were falling like rain.AND THESE?

Thomas Kinkade City by the Bay

2009-04-06T00:20:00.001-07:00

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Good idea,’ said Ridcully. He looked up at the advancing wall of twisted wire. ‘Any idea how?’ he said.
‘Yo! Scallywags!’ said the Dean. He aimed his staff again. It made a sad little noise that, if it was written down, could only be spelled pfffft. A feeble spark fell off the end and on to the cobbles.
Windle Poons slammed another book shut. The Librarian winced. ‘Nothing! Volcanoes, tidal waves, wrath of gods, glanced across the Library to where Lupine was having his paw bandaged.
‘Librarian?’ he said softly.
‘Oook?’
‘You’ve changed species in your time . . . what would you do if, for the sake of argument, you found a couple of people who . . . well, suppose there was a wolf that changed into a wolfman at the full moon, and a woman that meddling wizards . . . I don’t want to know how other cities have been killed, I want to know how they ended . . .’The Librarian stacked another pile of books on the reading desk. Another plus about being dead, Windle was finding, was an ability with languages. He couldsee the sense in the words without knowing the actual meaning. Being dead wasn’t like falling asleep after all. It was like waking up. He

Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance in the City

2009-04-03T00:51:00.000-07:00

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Mustrum Ridcully trotted into his study and took his wizard’s staff from its rack over the fireplace. He licked his finger and gingerly touched the top of the staff.
There was a small octarine spark and a smell of greasy tin.
He headed, like the sort of thing the maids trundled around loaded with mops and fresh linen and whatever it was maids pushed around. Ridcully made a mental note to take it up with the housekeeper. Then he forgot about it.
‘Damn wire wheely things are gettin’ everywhere,’ he muttered. Upon the word “damn”, something like a large blue-bottle with cat-sized dentures flopped out of the air, fluttered madly as it back for the door.Then he turned around slowly, because his brain had just had time to analyse the study’s cluttered contents ‘What the hell’s that doin’ there?’ he said. He prodded it with the tip of the staff. It gave a jingling noise and rolled a little way.It looked vaguely, but not very much

Arthur Hughes Phyllis

2009-04-02T00:38:00.000-07:00

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You know I can’t hold the needles properly, mother.’
‘Try for your mother.’
‘ Yes, mother,’ said Ludmilla.
‘And don’t go near the window. We don’t want people upset.’ ‘Yes, mother. And you make sure you put your to herself.
Mrs Cake spent a lot of the time grumbling. Her mouth was constantly moving, as if she was trying to dislodge a troublesome pip from somewhere in the back of her teeth.
She reached the high black gates of the University and hesitated again, as if listeninpremonition on, mum. You know your eyesight isn’t what it was.’Mrs Cake watched her daughter go upstairs. Then she locked the front door behind her and strode towards Unseen University where, she’d heard, there was too much nonsense of all sorts.Anyone watching Mrs Cake’s progress along the street would have noticed one or two odd details.Despite her erratic gait, no-one bumped into her. They weren’t avoiding her, she just wasn’t where they were.At one point she hesitated, and stepped into an alleyway. A moment later a barrel rolled off a cart that was unloading outside a tavern and smashed on the cobbles where she would have been. She stepped out of the alley and over the wreckage, grumblingg

Andy Warhol Basket of Flowers

2009-04-01T00:43:00.000-07:00

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SORRY?
‘What is your name?’
The stranger stared at her for a moment, and then looked around wildly.
‘Come on,’ said Miss Flitworth.’l ain’t employing no-one without no name.
Mr . . . ?’
The figure stared upwards.
MR SKY?
‘No-one’s called Mr Sky.’
MR . . . DOOR?
She nodded.
‘Could be. Could be Mr Door. There was a chap called Doors I knew once. Yeah. Mr Door. And your first name? Don’t tell me you haven’t got one of those, too. You’ve got to be a Bill or a Tom or a Bruce or one of those names.’
YES.
‘What?’
ONE OFtruth. More than half, really.’ She squinted at the figure. Somehow it was very hard to be certain what Bill Door looked like, or even remember THOSE.‘Which one?’ ER. THE FIRST ONE?‘You’re a Bill?’YES?Miss Flitworth rolled her eyes.‘All right, Bill Sky . . .’ she said.DOOR.‘Yeah. Sorry. All right, Bill Door . . .’CALL ME BILL.‘And you can call me Miss Flitworth. I expect you want some dinner?’I WOULD? AH. YES. THE MEAL OF THE EVENING. YES.‘You look half starved, to tell the

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with Flower

2009-03-31T01:00:00.000-07:00

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course we can’t use magic against it! They need magic! Magic only makes them stronger.’
‘You must be able to do something!’ screamed Dibbler.
‘My dear sir, we didn’t start meddling with things best left –’ the Chair hesitated in mid‑snarl, ‘unmeddled-with with,’ he finished lamely.
‘Matches!’ Victor shouted. ‘Matches! Hurry!’
They all stared at him.
Then the ‘So what? I wasn’t intending to hang around in there,’ said Victor.
‘I mean really fast!’
‘ ‘Scuse me,’ said Gaspode patiently. They looked down at him.
‘Me an’ Laddie could do it,’ he said. ‘Four legs’re better ‘n two and so forth, y’know? When it comes to savin’ the day.’Chair nodded. ‘Ordinary fire,’ he said. ‘You’re right. That should do it. Good thinking, boy.’ He fumbled in a pocket and produced the bundle of matches that chainsmoking wizards always carried.‘You can’t burn the Odium,’ snapped Dibbler. ‘There’s heaps of film in there!’Victor ripped a poster off the wall, wrapped it in a crude torch, and lit one end.‘That’s what I’m going to burn,’ he said.‘ ‘Scuse me‑‘‘Stupid! Stupid!’ shouted Dibbler. ‘That stuff burns really fast!’‘ ‘Scuse me‑‘

Unknown Artist Brent Lynch Coastal Drive

2009-03-30T00:25:00.000-07:00

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The Bursar locked his study door behind him. You had to do that. The Archchancellor thought that knocking on doors was something that happened to other people.
At least the horrible man seemed to have lost interest in the resograph, or whatever Riktor had called it. The Bursar had had a dreadful day, trying to conduct University business while knowing that the document was hidden in his room.
He pulled it out from under the carpet, turned up the lamp, and began to read.
He’d be the first to admit that he wasn’t any good at mechanical things. He gave up quickly on the bits about pivots, octiron pendulums, and air being compressed in bellows.
He homed in again on the paragraph that said: ‘If, then, disturbances in the fabric of reality cause ripples to spread out breath.
‘‑of the expelled pellets, which I estimate in serious disturbances‑‘
Plib.
‘‑may well exceed two pellets‑‘
Plib.from the epicentre, then the pendulum will tilt, compress the air in the relevant bellows, and cause the ornamental elephant closest to the epicentre to release a small lead ball into a cup. And thus the direction of the disturbance‑‘. . . whumm . . . whumm . . .He could hear it even up here. They’d just heaped more sandbags around it. No‑one dared move it now. The Bursar tried to concentrate on his reading.‘‑can be estimated by the number and force‑‘. . .whumm . . . whummWHUMMWHUMM.The Bursar found himself holding his ‘–expelled several inches‑‘

Frida Kahlo Memory

2009-03-27T00:30:00.000-07:00

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bags lay around his feet.
The Librarian loved the clicks. They spoke to something in his soul. He’d even started writing a story which he thought would make a very good moving picture.[18] Everyone he showed it to said it was jolly good, often even beforegot a palm in his chest that sat him firmly on the floor, where great coils of film piled up on top of him.
He watched in horror as the great ape grunted, grasped a piece of the film in both hands and, with two bites, edited it. Then the Librarian picked him up, dusted him off, patted him on the head, thrust the great pile of unwound click into his helpless arms, and ambled swiftly out of the room with a few frames of film dangling from one paw. they’d read it. But something about this click was worrying him. He’d sat through it four times, and he was still worried. He eased himself out of the three seats he was occupying and knuckled his way up the aisle and into the little room where Bezam was rewinding the film. Bezam looked up as the door opened. ‘Get out-’ he began, and then grinned desperately and said, ‘Hallo, sir. Pretty good click, eh? We’ll be showing it again any minute now and - what the hell are you doing? You can’t do that!’ The Librarian ripped the huge roll of film off the projector and pulled it through his leathery fingers, holding it up to the light. Bezam tried to snatch it back and

William Bouguereau The Wave

2009-03-26T00:40:00.001-07:00

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Afterwards, Silverfish very grudgingly paid them two dollars each and dismissed them.
‘He’ll tell all the other alchemists,’ said Ginger dispiritedly. ‘They stick together like glue.’
‘I notice we only get two dollars a day but the trolls get three,’ said Victor. ‘Why’s that?’
‘Because there aren’t so many trolls wanting to make moving pictures,’ said Ginger. ‘And a good handleman can get six or seven dollars a day. Performers aren’t important.’ She turned and glared at him.
‘I was doing OK,‘There’s never enough places to stay,’ said Morry.
‘I thought I might sleep on the beach,’ said Victor. ‘It’s warm ’ she said. ‘Nothing special, but OK. I was getting quite a lot of work. People thought I was reliable. I was building a career–’ ‘You can’t build a career on Holy Wood,’ said Victor. ‘That’s like building a house on a swamp. Nothing’s real.’ ‘I liked it! And now you’ve spoilt it all! And I’ll probably have to go back to a horrible little village you’ve probably never even heard of! Back to bloody milkmaiding! Thanks very much! Every time I see a cow’s arse, I’ll think of you!’ She stormed off in the direction of the town leaving Victor with the trolls. After a while Rock cleared his throat. ‘You got anywhere to stay?’ he said. ‘I don’t think so,’ said Victor, weakly.

Claude Monet Haystack at Giverny

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

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man shook his head. ‘Well,’- he said, ‘you’ve made my day. First time in weeks I’ve met someone who isn’t desperate to get into moving pictures. I thought everyone wanted to get into moving pictures. I thought as soon your mind,’ he said. ‘Everyone in Holy Wood knows me.’
Victor stared at the card. ‘Thank you,’ he said vaguely. ‘Er. Are you a wizard?’
Silverfish glared at him.
‘Whatever made you think that?’ he snapped.
‘You’re wearing a dress with magic symbols-’
‘Magic symbols? Look closely, boy! These are certainly not the credulous symbols of a ridiculous and outmoded belief system! These are the badges of an enlightened craft whose clear, new dawn is just . . . er, dawning! Magic symbols!’ he finished, in tones of withering scorn. ‘And as I saw you: he’ll be expecting a job in moving pictures for this night’s work.’ ‘Thanks all the same,’ said Victor. ‘But I don’t think I’d take to it.’ ‘Well, I owe you something.’ The little man fumbled in a pocket and produced a card. Victor took it. It read: Thomas SilverfishInteresting and Instructive Kinematography One and Two Reelers Nearly non-explosive Stock1, Holy Wood ‘That’s if ever you change

Thomas Kinkade The Good Life

2009-03-23T01:52:00.000-07:00

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''S quite simple,' said Xeno. 'Look, let's say this olive stone is the arrow and this, and this-' he cast around aimlessly - 'and this stunned seagull is the tortoise, right? Now, when you fire the arrow it goes from here to the seag - the tortoise, am I right?'
'I suppose so, but-'
'But, bytortoise kebabs to prove him wrong. The trouble with my friend here is that he doesn't know the difference between a postulate and a metaphor of human existence. Or a hole in the ground.'
'It didn't hit it yesterday,' snapped Xeno.
'Yes, I was watching. You hardly pulled the string back. I saw you,' said Ibid.
They started to argue again. this time, the seagu - the tortoise has moved on a bit, hasn't he? Am I right?' 'I suppose so,' said Teppic, helplessly. Xeno gave him a look of triumph. 'So the arrow has to go a bit further, doesn't it, to where the tortoise is now. Meanwhile the tortoise has flow - moved on, not much, I'll grant you, but it doesn't have to be much. Am I right? So the arrow has a bit further to go, but the point is that by the time it gets to where the tortoise is now the tortoise isn't there. So, if the tortoise keeps moving, the arrow will never hit it. It'll keep getting closer and closer but never hit it. QED.' 'Are you right?' said Teppic automatically. 'No,' said Ibid coldly. 'There's a dozen

Jack Vettriano in the heat of the day

2009-03-20T01:51:00.000-07:00

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Chidder leaned over.
'Where's Arthur?' he said.
Teppic looked at the bed opposite him. There was a pathetically small sack of clothing positioned neatly in its centre, but no sign of its intended occupant.
'Do you think he's run away?' he said, staring around at the shadows.
'Could be,' said with as unpleasant a collection of occult symbols as Teppic. had ever seen. When they were completed to his satisfaction he placed the candles at strategic points and lit them; they spluttered and gave off a smell that suggested that you really wouldn't want to know what they were made of. He drew a short, red-handled knife from the jumble on the bed and advanced towards the goat-
A pillow hit him on the back of the head.Chidder. 'It happens a lot, you know. Mummy's boys, away from home for the first time-' The door at the end of the room swung open slowly and Arthur entered, backwards, tugging a large and very reluctant billy goat. It fought him every step of the way down the aisle between the bedsteads. The boys watched in silence for several minutes as he tethered the animal to the end of his bed, upended the sack on the blankets, and took out several black candles, a sprig of herbs, a rope of skulls, and a piece of chalk. Taking the chalk, and adopting the shiny, pink-faced expression of someone who is going to do what they know to be right no matter what, Arthur drew a double circle around his bed and then, getting down on his chubby knees, filled the space between them

Edward Hopper Cape Cod Afternoon

2009-03-19T01:18:00.000-07:00

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There's a troupe in Lancre now, I heard. I haven't been because, you know.' Magrat looked down. ' 'Tis not right, a woman going into such places by herself.'
Granny nodded. She thoroughly approved of such sentiments so long as there was, of course, no suggestion that they applied to her.desperately to her colleague's arm as she struggled to get to her feet.
'It's all right,' she whispered. 'He's not dead!'
'Are you calling me a liar, my girl?' snapped Granny. 'I saw it all!'
'Look, Granny, it's not really realcomplicated—' said Magrat, weakly.
'It's shameful!' snapped Granny. 'And the poor dead thing still lying there!'
Magrat gave an imploring look to Nanny Ogg, who was masticating an apple and studying the stage with the glare of a research scientist.knew a little about the conventions of the theatre. She had been dreading this bit. Granny Weatherwax had Views.
'Yes, but,' she said wretchedly

Michael Austin The Black Drape

2009-03-17T23:01:00.000-07:00

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detected a twinge of doubt, and set out to quell it instantly. There isn't any other reason for him to come, stands to reason. We got the spell exactly right. Except for the ingredients. And most of the poetry. And it probably wasn't the right time. And Gytha took most of it home for the cat, which couldn't of been proper.
But he's on his way. What can't speak, can't lie.
'Best put the to be able to fight his own battles,' said Magrat.
'We don't want him to go wasting his strength,' said Nanny primly. 'We want him good and fresh for when he gets here.'
'And then, I hope, we shall leave him to fight his battles in his own way,' said Magrat.cloth over it when you've done, Esme,' said Nanny. 'I always get worried someone'll peer in at me when I'm having my bath.''He's on his way,' said Granny, the satisfaction in her voice so strong you could have ground corn with it. She dropped the black velvet bag over the ball.'It's a long road,' said Nanny. 'There's many a slip twixt dress and drawers. There could be bandits.''We shall watch over him,' said Granny.'That's not right. If he's going to be king he ought

Paul Cezanne Boy in a Red Waistcoat

2009-03-16T23:41:00.000-07:00

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Currently it was observing three figures moving slowly over the moor, converging with some determination on a bare patch where the standing stone stood, or usually stood, though just at the moment it wasn't visible.
It recognised them as old friends and connoisseurs, and conjured up a brief unseasonal roll of thunder as a form of keep a clear head, Gytha.'
'Just a drop in your tea isn't drinking,' said Nanny. 'It's medicine. It's a chilly old wind up here, sisters.'
'Very well,' said Granny. 'But just a drop.'
They drank in silence. Eventually Granny said, 'Well, Magrat. You know all about the coven business. We might as well do it right. What do we do next?'
Magrat hesitated. She wasn't up to suggesting dancing naked.greeting. This was totally ignored.'The bloody stone's gone,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'However many there is of it.'Her face was pale. It might also have been drawn; if so, then it was by a very neurotic artist. She looked as though she meant business. Bad business.'Light the fire, Magrat,' she added automatically.'I daresay we'll all feel better for a cup of tea,' said Nanny Ogg, mouthing the words like a mantra. She fumbled in the recesses of her shawl. 'With something in it,' she added, producing a small bottle of applejack.'Alcohol is a deceiver and tarnishes the soul,' said Magrat virtuously.'I never touch the stuff,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'We should

Thomas Kinkade Hometown Pride

2009-03-15T23:44:00.000-07:00

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, yes,' said Magrat. 'Sorry.'
'Right,' said Granny, slightly mollified. She'd never mastered the talent for apologising, but she appreciated it in other people.
'What well, Mistress Ogg" and next day he'd send his butler down with a couple of bottles of something. He was a proper king.'
'Hunting people isn't really right, though,' said Magrat.
'Well, no,' Granny Weatherwax conceded. 'But it was only if they'd done something about this new duke, then,' said Nanny, to lighten the atmosphere.Granny sat back. 'He had some houses burned down in Bad Ass,' she said. 'Because of taxes.''How horrible,' said Magrat.'Old Kind Verence used to do that,' said Nanny. 'Terrible temper he had.''He used to let people get out first, though,' said Granny.'Oh yes,' said Nanny, who was a staunch royalist. 'He could be very gracious like that. He'd pay for them to be rebuilt, as often as not. If he remembered.''And every Hogswatchnight, a side of venison. Regular,' said Granny wistfully.'Oh, yes. Very respectful to witches, he was,' added Nanny Ogg. 'When he was out hunting people, if he met me in the woods, it was always off with his helmet and "I hope I finds you

Thomas Moran Cresheim Glen, Wissahickon, Autumn

2009-03-13T01:32:00.000-07:00

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toad crawled into Rincewind's hand and gave him an apologetic look.
That's the last time that bloody landlord gives any lip to a wizard,' said Albert with smug satisfaction. 'It seems I turn my ?' he said.
'Well, er, a sense of civic duty, we feel it's vitally important that we show an examp— arrgh!'
The wizard tried desperately to beat out the flames in his beard. Albert lowered his staff and looked slowly along the row of mages. They swayed away from his stare like grass in a gale.
'Anyone else want to show a sense of civic duty?' he said. 'Good neighbours, anybody?' He drew himself up to his full height. 'You spineless maggots! I didn't found this University so you could lend people back for a few hundred years and suddenly people in this town are encouraged to think they can talk back to wizards, eh?'One of the senior wizards mumbled something.'What was that? Speak up, that man!''As the bursar of this university I must say that we've always encouraged a good neighbour policy with respect to the community,' mumbled the wizard, trying to avoid Albert's gimlet stare. He had an upturned chamber pot on his conscience, with three cases of obscene graffiti to be taken into consideration.Albert let his mouth drop open. 'Why

Johannes Vermeer The Concert

2009-03-12T00:33:00.000-07:00

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'We ought to have brought some breadcrumbs,' she said. 'I suppose they find things to eat in the water. Beetles and so on.'
'Did you hear else.
'Well, you wouldn't,' was all he could think of.
'I expect you've got to go off to work now.'
'More or less.' Mort hesitated, aware that in some indefinable way the conversation had drifted out of the shallows and was now floating over some deep bits he didn't quite understand.
There was a noise like —what I said?''What about?''Oh. Nothing. Nothing much, really. Sorry.'Ysabell sighed and stood up.'I expect you'll be wanting to get off,' she said. 'I'm glad we got this sorted out. It was quite nice talking to you.''We could have a sort of hate-hate relationship,' said Mort.'I don't normally get to talk with the people father works with.' She appeared to be unable to draw herself away, as though she was waiting for Mort to say something

Edward Hopper Ground Swell

2009-03-11T00:29:00.000-07:00

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ONLY THE GODS ARE ALLOWED TO DO THAT, he added. To TINKER WITH THE FATE OF EVEN ONE INDIVIDUAL COULD DESTROY THE WHOLE WORLD. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
Mort nodded a lot and didn't say anything much. Ysabell kept to her room most of the time, or rode her own pony on the black moors above the cottage. The sight of her with her hair streaming in the wind would have been more impressive if she was a better horse-woman, or if the pony had been rather larger, or if her hair was the sort that streams naturally. Some miserably. 'Are. Death reached down and swung him up behind the saddle. BECAUSE YOU SHOWED COMPASSION? No. I MIGHT HAVE DONE IF YOU HAD SHOWN PLEASURE. BUT YOU MUST LEARN THE COMPASSION PROPER TO YOUR TRADE.'What's that?' A SHARP EDGE. Days passed, although Mort wasn't certain how many. The gloomy sun of Death's world rolled regularly across the sky, but the visits to mortal space seemed to adhere to no particular system. Nor did Death visit only kings and important battles; most of the personal visits were to quite ordinary people.Meals were served up by Albert, who smiled to himself

Leroy Neiman Rocky vs Apollo

2009-03-09T23:16:00.000-07:00

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remarked that darkness isn't the opposite of light, it is simply the absence of light. In the same way absolute zero is merely the absence of heat. If you want to know what real cold is, the cold so intense that water can't even freeze but anti-boils, look no further than this pool.
They looked in silence for some seconds, their bickering forgotten. Then Cutangle said slowly: "If you stick your hand in that, your fingers'll snap like carrots."
"Do you thinkprinciples of action and reaction, which means that a wizard attempting to lift a heavy item by mind power alone faces the prospect of ending up with his brains in his boots.
"Can you stand it upright?" said Granny. you can lift it out by magic?" said Granny. Cutangle started to pat his pockets and eventually produced his rollup bag. With expert fingers he shredded the remains of a few dogends into a fresh paper and licked it into shape, without taking his eyes off the staff. "No," he said. "but I'll try anyway." He looked longingly at the cigarette and then poked it behind his ear. He extended his hands, fingers splayed, and his lips moved soundlessly as he mumbled a few words of power. The staff spun in its pool and then rose gently away from the ice, where it immediately became the centre of a cocoon of frozen air. Cutangle groaned with the effort - direct levitation is the hardest of the practical magics, because of the ever-present danger of the wellknown

Franz Marc Fate of the Animals

2009-03-09T01:36:00.000-07:00

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Animal minds are simple, and therefore sharp. Animals never spend time dividing experience into little bits and speculating about all the bits they've missed. The whole panoply of the universe has been neatly expressed to them as things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, /c/ run away from, and /d) rocks. This frees the mind from -night records with limbic lyrics.
Granny, trying to locate Esk by mind magic alone, was trying to find a straw in a haystack.
She was not succeeding, but enough blips of sense reached her through the heterodyne wails of a thousand brains all thinking at once to convince her that the world was, indeed, as silly as she had always believed it was.unnecessary thoughts and gives it a cutting edge where it matters. Your normal animal, in fact, never tries to walk and chew gum at the same time. The average human, on the other hand, thinks about all sorts of things around the clock, on all sorts of levels, with interruptions from dozens of biological calendars and timepieces. There's thoughts about to be said, and private thoughts, and real thoughts, and thoughts about thoughts, and a whole gamut of subconscious thoughts. To a telepath the human head is a din. It is a railway terminus with all the Tannoys talking at once. It is a complete FM waveband - and some of those stations aren't reputable, they're outlawed pirates on forbidden seas who play late

Diego Rivera Detroit Industry

2009-03-05T22:51:00.000-08:00

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'Really?' said Rincewind hoarsely. He looked at the other wizards. They were immobile, like statues.
'Oh yes,' said Trymon pleasantly. 'Quite without prompting, too. Very democratic.'
'I preferred tradition,' said Rincewind. 'That way even the dead get the vote.'
'You will give me the spell voluntarily,' said Trymon. 'Do I have to show you what I will do otherwise? And in the end you will still yield it. You will scream for the opportunity to give it to me.'
If it stops anywhere, it stops here, thought Rincewind.
'You'll it. It retreated in astonishment, like a dog faced with a maddened sheep. He followed, stamping angrily through the disused lots and inner-city disaster areas of his subconscious, until he found it cowering behind a heap of condemned memories. It roared silent defiance at him, but Rincewind wasn't having any.have to take it,' he said. 1 won't give it to you.''I remember you,' said Trymon. 'Not much good as a student, as I recall. You never really trusted magic, you kept on saying there should be a better way to run a universe. Well, you'll see. I have plans. We can —''Not we,' said Rincewind firmly.'Give me the Spell!''Try and take it,' said Rincewind, backing away. 1 don't think you can.''Oh?'Rincewind jumped aside as octarine fire flashed from Trymon's fingers and left a bubbling rock puddle on the stones.He could sense the Spell lurking in the back of his mind. He could sense its fear.In the silent caverns of his head he reached out for

Jack Vettriano The Letter

2009-03-03T23:36:00.000-08:00

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'Can't sheem to bend down like I used to,' said Cohen, sheepishly. 'Of courshe, you don't get to meet many chiropodishts in my line of work. Funny, really. I've met any amount of snake prieshts, mad godsh, warlordsh, never any chiropodishts. I shupposhe it wouldn't look right, really – Cohen Against the Chiropodishts . . .'
'Or Cohen And The Chiropractors of Doom,' suggested Bethan. Cohen cackled.
'Or Cohen , and looked very small and old.
'True, of corsh,' he muttered. 'I don't blame you. It'sh hard to be a hero with no teethsh. It don't matter what elsh you loosh, you can get by with one eye even, but you show 'em a mouth full of gumsh and no-one hash any reshpect.'
'I do,' said Bethan loyally.
'Why don't you get some more?'said Twoflower brightly.And The Mad Dentists!' laughed Twoflower.Cohen's mouth snapped shut.'What'sh sho funny about that?' he asked, and his voice had knuckles in it.'Oh, er, well,' said Twoflower. Tour teeth, you see . . .''What about them?' snapped Cohen.Twoflower swallowed. 'I can't help noticing that they're, um, not in the same geographical location as your mouth.'Cohen glared at him. Then he sagged

Salvador Dali Corpus Hypercubus

2009-03-02T23:08:00.000-08:00

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pile of nice crisp laundry, smelling faintly of lavender. Twoflower also bought a lot of quaint native artifacts or, as Rincewind would put it, junk, and even a seven-foot ceremonial pig tickling pole seemed to fit inside quite easily without sticking out anywhere.
'I don't know,' said Twoflower. 'You're a wizard, you know about these things.'
'Yes, well, of course, but baggage magic is a highly specialised art,' said Rincewind. 'Anyway, I'm sure the gnomes wouldn'tat the cottage in bewilderment.
'Yes.'
'All that?'
'Fraid so.'
'I'll help you pack.'
And the night wears on, under a blanket of lowering clouds which covers most of the Disc – which is fortuitous, because when it clears and the astrologers get a good view of the really want to sell it, it's, it's—,' he groped through what he knew of Twoflower's mad vocabulary – 'it's a tourist attraction.''What's that?' said Swires, interestedly.'It means that lots of people like him will come and look at it,' said Rincewind.'Why?''Because—' Rincewind groped for words – 'it's quaint. Urn, oldey worldey. Folkloresque. Er, a delightful example of a vanished folk art, steeped in the traditions of an age long gone.''It is?' said Swires, looking

Lorenzo Lotto Mystic Marriage of St Catherine

2009-03-01T22:47:00.001-08:00

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again, but he found himself wondering what would happen when the damned thing realized that its owner wasn't on board any longer...
"Raft's ready, lord," said the first mate.
"Into the I know what it is, said the wizard.
"It is the Rimbow," said a voice immediately water with it," shouted the captain, and "Get aboard!" and "Fire the ship!"After all, another ship wouldn't be too hard to come by, he philosophised, but a man might have to wait a long time in that Paradise the mullahs advertised before he was granted another life. Let the magical box eat lobsters.Some pirates achieved immortality by great deeds of cruelty or derring-do. Some achieved immortality by amassing great wealth. But the captain had long ago decided that he would, on the whole, prefer to achieve immortality by not dying. "What the hell is that?" demanded Rincewind."It's beautiful," said Twoflower beatifically."I'll decide about that when

Jack Vettriano The Temptress

2009-02-27T00:09:00.000-08:00

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incorporate more complex carbohydrates (whole wheat breads, brown rice, veggies, fruit) and get your daily eight cups of water. These health foods provide your body (and mind) with nutrients, and stabilize your blood a little more time outdoors. Keep your shades up during the day to let more light in. Sit near windows in restaurants and during class. Try changing the light bulbs in your house to “full spectrum” bulbs. These mimic natural light and actually have the same affects on your mind as the real thing.
4. Act on your ResolutionsA recent study from the CDC showed a strong link between healthy behaviors and Depression. Women who exhibited healthy behaviors (like exercising, not smoking, etc.) had less sad and depressed days than those whose sugar and your energy levels. 3. Get Some SunMost people know that sunlight provides us with Vitamin D. But did you know that it also improves your mood? Winter days are shorter and darker than other months, and because of the cold weather, a lot of people spend less and less time outdoors. Lack of sunlight can cause many people to become depressed—without knowing why! Similar to exercise, sunlight exposure releases neurotransmitters in the brain that affect mood. Try to spend

Amedeo Modigliani Portrait of Jeanne Hebuterne

2009-02-25T21:51:00.000-08:00

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Golden Empire. He read in silence for perhaps a minute, and then turned the scroll over to examine minutely the seal on the obverse.
"You are famed as a "No. The Emperor is no more than a boy. He is idealistic. Keen. A god to his people. Whereas this afternoon's letter is, unless I am very much mistaken, from Nine Turning mirrors, the Grand Vizier. He has grown old in the service of several Emperors. He regards them as a necessary but tiresome ingredient in the successful running of the Empire. He does not like things out of place. student of empire affairs," said the Patrician. "Can you explain this?""Knowledge in the matter of the Empire lies less in noting particular events than in studying a certain cast of mind," said the old diplomat. "The message is curious, yes, but not surprising.""This morning the Emperor instructed," the Patrician allowed himself the luxury of a scowl, "instructed me, Gorphal, to protect this Twoflower person. Now it seems I must have him killed. You don't find that surprising?"The Empire was

Unknown Artist Muhammad Ali pop art

2009-02-23T23:10:00.000-08:00

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thousand dollar (plus) shoes, but people want to be associated with certain labels because somewhere along their journey they’ve learned that ownership of said labels will equate to attention, approval and acceptance; make up for their perceived shortcomings with desirable accessories and assets; stuff to impress their peers. “They’ll like me more if I’m driving this car, wearing these clothes, living in that house or owning that gadget.”
As for me, thankfully most of my friends love me unconditionally - even in my twenty five dollar Target shirt, my very cheap jeans and the boots I didn’t pay for.what they’re really after.The Why Behind the WhatSo again, it comes back to the ‘why’ behind the ‘what’. What they want is the label, but why they want it is the key to this puzzle. Consciously or not, many (many) people don’t believe that they’re good enough - that is, smart enough, pretty enough, desirable enough, lean enough or interesting enough. And as a consequence they will endeavour to

John William Waterhouse Lamia

2009-02-22T23:09:00.000-08:00

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just fuel you through an afternoon slump. It might also power your car.
That's the idea behind a new study that turned used coffee grounds into biodiesel fuel. Coffee will probably never replace petroleum, but discarded cappuccino scraps might someday help reduce our impact on the environment, make a big impact on our environment with fuel made out of nature."
Scientists have known for decades that coffee beans contain oil. Mohapatra and colleagues, however, were the first to analyze Coffee grounds.
Used grounds usually end up in landfills, though gardeners sometimes use them as compost material. The scientists collected used grounds from Starbucks, which gives bags of grounds away as part of the company's "Grounds for your say the study's authors. They imagine a day when the byproducts of your latte end up in the gas tank of your car -- with hardly any waste left behind."It's a very simple two-step process," said Susanta Mohapatra, a chemical engineer at the University of Nevada, Reno. "We can definitely

Jean-Honore Fragonard the reader

2009-02-20T00:48:00.000-08:00

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bet you could catch bullets," she said, and threw the stick away. "How do you do that?"
"By not being human," he said. "That's why you could never trick a bear. We see tricks and deceit as plain as arms and legs. We can see in a way humans have forgotten. But you know about this; you can understand the symbol reader."
again and went on gnawing his meat. Lyra had unfastened her furs, but now the cold was striking in again and she had to do them up. All in all, it was a disquieting episode. She wanted to consult the alethiome-ter there and then, but it was too cold, and besides, they were calling for her because it was time to move on. She took the tin boxes that lorek Byrnison had made, put the empty "That en't the same, is it?" she said. She was more nervous of the bear now than when she had seen his anger."It is the same," he said. "Adults can't read it, as I understand. As I am to human fighters, so you are to adults with the symbol reader.""Yes, I suppose," she said, puzzled and unwilling. "Does that mean I'll forget how to do it when I grow up?""Who knows? I have never seen a symbol reader, nor anyone who could read them. Perhaps you are different from others." He dropped to all fours

Paul Cezanne Table Corner

2009-02-18T23:02:00.000-08:00

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and lifted it to his mouth. Lyra could smell the tang of the raw spirits that splashed out.
After swallowing several times, the bear put the jar down and turned back to gnaw his haunch of meat, heedless of Farder Coram and Lyra, it seemed; but then he spoke again.
"What work are you offering?"
"Fighting, in all probabilitythe gyptian people of Eastern Anglia. And this little girl is Lyra Belacqua."
"What do you want?"
"We want to offer you employmentbought a parka made of reindeer skin, because reindeer hair is hollow and insulates well; and the hood was lined with wolverine fur, because that sheds the ice that forms when you breatheLyra, intrigued and eager to fly, held it above her head and jumped, and ran about in the snow trying to be a witch. The consul turned to Farder Coram and said: "Do you realize who this child is?"
"She's the daughter of Lord Asriel,"

Francois Boucher The Rest on the Flight into Egypt

2009-02-17T00:44:00.000-08:00

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magazine and newspaper publishers, but if you're not making it highly profitable for them, you're missing a huge . The company may be drunk on the success and thrill of selling a hot hardware device, and become confused about what Business it's really in.
4. Stay expensive. Allow the margins to keep declining as the cost of hardwareopportunity. PREDICTION: I think Amazon will mostly get this right. Publishers will probably be neither thrilled nor horrified by the costs of doing Business with Amazon for electronic versions of their books.3. Stay closed. Apple gets away with something you cannot, which is to not allow competitive media players to play iTunes content. Amazon.com: You're not Apple. You're not in the hardware business. You're in the book Business. Use the current popularity of the Kindle to build a platform that others can use to sell books. Readers should be able to use the Amazon Kindle store just like you do on a Kindle, but from an iPhone, a netbook or even a Sony Reader. All the Cell Phone carriers are looking to sell a wide range of mobile broadband devices, and this represents a massive opportunity for Amazon.com. PREDICTION: Amazon.com will screw this one up

Vincent van Gogh Houses at Auvers

2009-02-16T01:14:00.001-08:00

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visible was their arms, then their horny yellow-gray hands, then their twitching fingers, then nothing. First thing in the morning she hastened down to the catacombs and restored the daemon-coins to their rightful places, and whispered her sly indifference and insincere repentances. She was not spiritually promising, he had decided.
When they heard him call, Lyra and Roger turned reluctantly and walked, dragging their feet, into the great musty-smelling dimness of the oratory. Candles flickered "Sorry! Sorry!" to the skulls.The catacombs were much larger than the wine cellars, but they too had a limit. When Lyra and Roger had explored every corner of them and were sure there were no Gobblers to be found there, they turned their attention elsewhere-but not before they were spotted leaving the crypt by the Intercessor, who called them back into the oratory.The Intercessor was a plump, elderly man known as Father Heyst. It was his job to lead all the , to preach and pray and hear confessions. When Lyra was younger, he had taken an interest in her spiritual welfare, only to be confounded by

Peter Paul Rubens The Straw Hat

2009-02-13T00:53:00.000-08:00

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will you do to her? What will you do?"
"Why, I shall have to destroy her," said Mrs. Coulter, "to prevent another Fall… Why didn't I see this before? It was too large to see…"
She clapped her hands together softly, like a child, wide-eyed. Lena Feldt, whimpering, heard her go on: "Of course. Feldt turned back in anguish to the woman.
"Let him go! Please let him go!" she cried.
"We'll see. Is the child with you? The girl Lyra?"
"Yes!"
"And a boy, too? A boy with a knife?"
"Yes—I beg you—"
"And how many witches have as Sir Charles sighed with pleasure, Lena Feldt saw what was truly happening: because while the man's eyes were closed, Mrs. Coulter secretly tilted a few drops from a small flask into the glass before filling it again with wine.
"Here, darling," she whispered. "Let's drink, to each other…"
He was already intoxicated. He took

Marc Chagall The Concert

2009-02-12T00:33:00.000-08:00

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the watchers took to the air, one after another, rising like flames into the sky and increasing in size as they did so, until they were immense; but already they were far away, moving like shooting stars toward the north.
Serafina and Ruta Skadi sprang to their pine branches and followed them upward, but they were left far behind.
"Were they like then turned to see the last of the gleaming angels disappear far away. She felt nothing but compassion for those great watchers. How much they must miss, never to feel the earth beneath their feet, or the wind in their hair, or the tingle of the starlight on their bare skin! And she snapped a little twig off the pine branch she flew with, and sniffed the sharp resin smell with greedy pleasure, before flying slowly down to join the sleepers on the grass.the creatures you saw, Ruta Skadi?" said Serafina as they slowed down in the middle airs, watching the bright flames diminish toward the horizon."Bigger, I think, but the same kind. They have no flesh, did you see that? All they are is light. Their senses must be so different from ours… Serafina Pekkala, I'm leaving you now, to call all the witches of our north together. When we meet again, it will be wartime. Go well, my dear…"They embraced in midair, and Ruta Skadi turned and sped southward.Serafina watched her go, and

Raphael La Belle Jardiniere

2009-02-11T00:48:00.000-08:00

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humming around my ear. It was driving me crazy. I laid there, in the dark, helpless. It got so bad that I crawled to mynearly $170 million into the PATH Malaria Vaccine Initiative working to create a malaria vaccine. Good thing he's not focused on Ebola (monkey-meat sandwiches anyone?) or the Plague (release the flea-infested rats!) His stunt worked, however. Google Gates and mosquitoes and you'll get a boatload of results.
Just goes to show that creative still generate results. And the bathroom, shoved a towel under the crack of the door, curled up and slept in there. Ever since, nothing drives me crazier than that dreaded mosquito hum. It's awful.Pierre Omidyar, 's founder, was at the event and Twittered, "That's it. I am not sitting up front anymore."Ewwwww.Gates was trying to raise awareness of the global malaria problem, with as many as a half-billion victims infected every year, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, leading to 1 million deaths. Gates' foundation will pump

Claude Monet The Road Bridge at Argenteuil

2009-02-06T00:39:00.000-08:00

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used to have two kilograms of roasted meat for lunch or an entire roasted chicken. Then at the wedding party of my sister, I decided to stop eating so much. I couldn't bear to look at myself in a mirror anymore. I got a bit drunk at the , but when I the darkness of my room, I decided to go on a diet. In six months, my weight dropped from 165 toDietician Dr Goran Peric said in an interview in local tabloid "24 Sata": "It has helped Momir Zmiric, but it does not mean someone else would have the same results."
Zmiric admitted he had passed through a crisis without cigarettes and the food he had been used to during those six months. 92 kilos", Momir said.Momir now weighs in at just 92 kilograms after losing nearly half his body weight during the diet.But doctors have warned against such radical weight loss and dieting.

Leroy Neiman Hawaiian Surfers

2009-02-05T00:13:00.000-08:00

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With an immense effort the woman looked up. She scarcely seemed to notice. Her eyes were vacant, and when Serafina pinched the skin of her forearm, she merely looked down slowly and then away again.
The other witches were moving through the scattered wagons, looking at the victims in dismay. The children, meanwhile, were gathering on a little knoll some way off, staring at the witches and whispering together fearfully.old woman in the cart was soon enveloped in a transparent shimmer that moved busily, working and feeding in some invisible way that made Ruta Skadi sick to watch. The same fate befell every adult in Serafina Pekkala?" said Ruta Skadi as the witches circled high above a group of the things that stood motionless at the edge of a tract of forest.
"Alive or dead, they're full of malice," Serafina replied. "I can feel that from here. And unless I knew what weapon could harm them, I wouldn't want to go closer than this."
The Specters seemed to be earthboundto the station, Lee went at once to the docks and looked for a ship that could give him passage to the mouth of the Yenisei.

Leroy Neiman Stadium Tennis

2009-02-04T00:17:00.000-08:00

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was hers and not hers. It was like being in someone else's dream. They got off in the city center next to an old stone church, which she did know, opposite a big department store, which she didn't.
"It's all changed," she said. "Like… That en't the Corn-market? And this is the Broad. There's Balliol. And Bodley's Library, down there. But where's Jordan?"
Now she was identical with these, and how proud she'd been of belonging to Jordan whose Scholars were the cleverest, whose coffers the richest, whose beauty the most splendid of all. And now it simply wasn't there, and she wasn't Lyra of Jordan anymore; she was a lost little girl in a strange world, belonging nowhere.
"Well," she said shakily. "If it en't here…"
It was going to take longer than she'd thought, that was all.trembling badly. It might have been delayed reaction from the accident, or present shock from finding an entirely different building in place of the Jordan colleThat en't right," she said. She spoke quietly, because Will had told her to stop pointing out so loudly the things that were wrong. "This is a different Oxford.""Well, we knew that," he said.He wasn't prepared for Lyra's wide-eyed helplessness. He couldn't know how much of her childhood had been spent running about streets almost

Edward Hopper Night Windows

2009-02-03T00:19:00.000-08:00

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Massive asteroid impact: Asteroids and comets crash into our planet all the time, with varying degrees of damage. The last big one was 100 years ago in Siberia, but in such a remote area that no one died.
Yet scientists keep finding new evidence of medium-sized impacts that caused at least regional devastation — near New York species vanished.
It would take an asteroid the size of a small planet to really snuff out life on Earth.
Something very much like that seems to have happened harbor around 300 B.C., in eastern Canada about 11,000 B.C., the famous Meteor Crater in Arizona 50,000 years ago.Much larger asteroids have been tied to mass die-offs in biological history — the end of the dinosaurs 65 million years ago, and the even more devastating Permian-Triassic extinction event 251 million years ago in which some 80 percent of animal

John William Waterhouse The Magic Circle

2009-02-02T01:01:00.000-08:00

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can tell, it's gone forever, it just came when I needed it, for all the things I had to do, for rescuing Roger, and then for us two, and now that it's over, now that everything's finished, it's just left me... It's gone, Will! I've lost it! It'll never come back!"
She sobbed withdeep, shuddering breath and turned the instrument around. It looked strange and awkward in her hands. Pantalaimon, mouse-formed, crept into her lap and rested his black paws on the crystal, peering at one symbol after another. Lyra turned one wheel, turned another, turned the whole thing aroundsome other radiance from inside her; her eyes glittered, and her expression was so serious and absorbed that Will could have fallen in love with her again if love didn't already possess every fiber of his being.
Lyra took a deep breath and began to turn the wheels. But after only a few moments, she stopped and turned the instrument

Jack Vettriano The British Are Coming

2009-01-22T00:19:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano The British Are ComingJack Vettriano The Blue GownJack Vettriano The Birth of a Dream
Tell them stories. They need the truth. You must tell them true stories, and everything will be well, just tell them stories."
That was all, and then she was gone. It was one of those moments when we suddenly recall a dream that we've unaccountably forgotten, and back in a flood comes all the emotion we felt in our sleep. It was the dream she'd tried to describe to of that feeling, and the injunction to tell them stories.
She looked into the darkness. As far as she could see into that endless silence, more of these ghosts were coming, thousands upon thousands, like refugees returning to their Homeland.
"Tell them stories," she said to herself.Atal, the night picture; but as Mary tried to find it again, it dissolved and drifted apart, just as these presences did in the open air. The dream was gone.All that was left was the sweetness

Rene Magritte The Son of Man

2009-01-20T23:58:00.000-08:00

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Will saw her hands pressing against the crystal, trying to reach in to the angel and comfort him; because he was so old, and he was terrified, crying like a baby and cowering away into the lowest corner.
"He must be so old, I've never seen anyone suffering like that, oh, Will, can't we let him out?"
Will cut through the crystal in one movement and reached in to help the angel out. Demented and powerless, the aged being could to smile, and to bow, and his ancient eyes deep in their wrinkles blinked at her with innocent wonder.
Between them they helped the ancient of days out of his crystal cell; it wasn't hard, for he was as light as paper, and he would have followed them anywhere, having no only weep and mumble in fear and pain and misery, and he shrank away from what seemed like yet another threat."It's all right," Will said, "we can help you hide, at least. Come on, we won't hurt you."The shaking hand seized his and feebly held on. The old one was uttering a wordless groaning whimper that went on and on, and grinding his teeth, and compulsively plucking at himself with his free hand; but as Lyra reached in, too, to help him out, he tried

Andy Warhol Jackie 1964

2009-01-18T22:16:00.000-08:00

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MacPhail, who's been in here? Someone has taken this from around my neck. And, where is Lyra's hair? There was a lock of my child's hair in here. Who's taken it? Why? What's going on?"
And now she was standing, her hair disordered, passion in her voice, plainly just as bewildered as the President himself.
Father to the guard, "Take her to the cellars. Put her in chains. I know just what we can do with this woman; I should have thought of it as soon as she appeared."
She looked wildly around and met Lord Roke's eyes for a fraction of a second, glittering in the darkness near the ceiling. He caught her expression at once and understood exactly what she meant him to do.MacPhail took a step backward and put his hand to his head."Someone else must have come with you. There must he an accomplice," he said, his voice rasping at the air. "Where is he hiding?""I have no accomplice," she said angrily. "If there's an invisible assassin in this place, I can only imagine it's the Devil himself. I dare say he feels quite atFather MacPhail said

Jack Vettriano Dance Me to the End of Love I

2009-01-16T00:09:00.000-08:00

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, hundreds and thousands of men and women and children were drifting over the plain toward the source of the smoke.
The ground was sloping downward now, and becoming more and more like a rubbish dump. The air was heavy and full of smoke, and of other smells besides: acrid chemicals, decaying vegetable matter, sewage. And the farther down they went, the worse it got. There was not a patch of clean soil in sight, and the only plants growing anywhere were rank weeds and coarse grayish grass."But why d'you think they're moving?" Lyra said. "If I was a ghost I'd want to stay in the places I knew, not wander along and get lost."
"They feel unhappy there
Ahead of them, above the water, was the mist. It rose like a cliff to merge with the gloomy sky, and from somewhere inside it came those bird cries that Tialys had referred to.
Between the waste heaps and the mist, there lay the first town of the dead.

Marc Chagall Paris Through the Window

2009-01-15T00:37:00.000-08:00

Marc Chagall Paris Through the WindowMarc Chagall Adam and EveMarc Chagall La Mariee
length of pencil made of dull gray-black stone, resting on a stand of wood, and the Chevalier swept a tiny bow like a violinist's across the end while he pressed his fingers at various points along the surface. The places weren't marked, so he seemed to be touching it at random, but from the intensity of his expression and the certain fluency of finished.
Tialys looked at her as if to judge whether she was genuinely interested, and then said, "Your scientists, what do you call them, experimental theologians, would know of something called quantum entanglement. It means that two particles can exist that only have properties in common, so that whatever happens to one happens to the other at the same moment, no matter how far apart they are. Well, in our world there is a way of taking a common lodestone and entangling his movements, Lyra knew it was as skillful and demanding a process as her own reading of the alethiometer.After several minutes the spy put the bow away and took up a pair of headphones, the earpieces no larger than Lyra's little fingernail, and wrapped one end of the wire tightly around a peg in the end of the stone, leading the rest along to another peg at the other end and wrapping it around that. By manipulating the two pegs and the tension on the wire between them, he could obviously hear a response to his own message."How does that work?" she said when he'd

Andy Warhol Camouflage green yellow white

2009-01-14T00:35:00.001-08:00

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There were a dozen or so. They were roughly the same size as the grazing creatures, but leaner and gray-colored, with horned part, it couldn't happen, it was impossible…
Then, as they came to a halt not fifty yards away, and the dust settled, she suddenly made the connection, and she couldn't help laughing out loud with a little cough of delight.
The wheels were seedpods. Perfectly round, immensely hard and light, they couldn't have been designed better. The creatures hooked a claw through the center of the pods with their front and rear legs, and used their two lateral legs to push against the ground and move along. While she marveled at this, she was also a little anxious, for their horns looked formidably sharp, and even at this distance she could see intelligence and curiosity in their gaze.heads and short trunks like elephants'. They had the same diamond-shaped structure as the grazers, but somehow they had evolved, on their front and rear single legs, a wheel.But wheels did not exist in nature, her mind insisted; they couldn't; you needed an axle with a bearing that was completely separate from the rotating

Lorenzo Lotto Portrait of a Gentleman

2009-01-12T23:57:00.000-08:00

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Are you tired of setting New Year’s resolutions only to find yourself faced with the same resolutions a year later? Don’t you just hate that feeling of guilt rising in your stomach at the thought of lost time, lost opportunities and lack of self-discipline?
I was at the gym last , and there were countless new faces.
This is what I call “New Year’s Resolution Syndrome”.
It is well-known that gyms will overbook annual memberships at the start of each year, banking on the fact that many people will not follow through and will eventually stop showing up. Over the next few weeks, the traffic will slowly night and was shocked to see 3 times as many people there than normal. Rushing out of a locker room filled, hip-to-hip, with half-clothed ladies I’ve never seen before, I hopped on the last of twelve treadmills and gazed around the room in amazement - nearly every machine was occupied, the personal trainers were fully engaged

George Frederick Watts The Denunciation of Adam and Eve

2009-01-12T00:26:00.000-08:00

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Please note that if your outcome is too vague or too big, it will be difficult to measure or remain motivated. Be specific and measurable (if possible). Use numbers and measurements.
If your outcome is big, or consists of many categories of to-dos, then we must break each sub-outcome into its own outcome block. For Here is an example of an outcome planning block for myself:
* Outcome 3: Continuous Learning & Intellectual Development * Purpose: o To expand my horizon, to pickup new tools for my emotional toolbox, and to enhance my understanding of human transformation to better serve my readers. o To be regularly motivated, inspired and challenged.example, if you are planning a large wedding, you may have many areas that need to get done, and each area needs to be grouped as an individual outcome: booking a beautiful location, finding a flattering outfit, perfect accommodations for guests, etc. Similarly, if you are planning to elope, your may not have that many to-dos, and they can all be grouped under one outcome: An incredibly intimate and memorable wedding.

Andy Warhol Flowers Yellow, Lilac, Purple

2009-01-09T21:23:00.000-08:00

Andy Warhol Flowers Yellow, Lilac, PurpleAndy Warhol Flowers Red 1964Andy Warhol Flowers 1970
Get your woman naked. Hand her the candy.Turn out the lights so that the room is completely dark.Tell your woman to lie down and hide the candy somewhere on herbody. Depending on where she chooses to hide it, she may need to lickone side in order for it to stick, remaining in place.Once the candy is hidden, it's your job to find it using only your tongue.Glide your tongue over every inch of her body. Take your sweet time.Pay attention to any reaction that you get -- and where your tongue iswhen you get it (this information will be very valuable whenever the twoof you make love in the future).When you finally locate the candy, keep it on the tip of your tongue andpress it against your woman's clitoris.Pleasure your woman orally until she melts in your mouth, not in yourHere's What You Need:Just the two of you.Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. You, too.Stack a couple of pillows on top of each other and lie back against themwith your legs slightly bent.Have your woman straddle your hips, facing your feet. Guide herdownward until you are inside of her. Your feet should be outside ofhers; they should pretty much line up.Now have her lean back a bit, resting her hands against your chest andholding herself upright.Begin thrusting. You're going to have to put some effort into it, becauseshe's naturally going to want to come down on top of you.PAGE

Andy Warhol Diamond Dust Shoes 1980 Lilac Blue Green

2009-01-07T01:24:00.000-08:00

Andy Warhol Diamond Dust Shoes 1980 Lilac Blue GreenAndy Warhol Daisy Double PinkAndy Warhol Daisy Blue on Blue
Any broker who suggests a customer sell is usually chastised in some way or just plain fired. A broker who allows large sums of cash to accumulate in customers accounts is told to invest (?) it or hit the road. The house (that's the brokerage firm) does not want to see customers with big cash balances although there are times when that is exactly the tank. That occurs on a regular basis. Declines in equities of 20% to 40% happen regularly and no customer should be mesmerized into holding during those periods.
During the 2000-2001 period there were less than 3% recommendations by where they should be. Remember 2000 to 2003? During that three year period wouldn't it have been better for your account to have had no stock or fund positions?Brokers or financial planners are not taught simple methods to protect customer funds. And I mean simple. Too many folks during the 2000 debacle lost 40% of their money and more. There was absolutely no reason for this if basic money were instituted.Customers could be made aware that they should not give back more than 10%, maybe as much as 15%, of their portfolio value when the stock market goes in

Jack Vettriano The Drifter

2009-01-06T00:28:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano The DrifterJack Vettriano Sweet Bird of YouthJack Vettriano pincer Movement
one time worked into a crazy rage. “Christ, he licked the stuffin out a me, knocked me down on the bathroom floor, whipped me with his belt. I thought he was killin me. Then he says, ‘You want a know what it’s like with piss all over the place? I’ll learn you,’ and he pulls it out and lets go all over me, soaked me, then he throws a towel at over the bed. The window looked down on the gravel road stretching south and it occurred to him that for his growing-up years that was the only road Jack knew. An ancient magazine photograph of some dark-haired me and makes me mop up the floor, take my clothes off and warsh them in the bathtub, warsh out the towel, I’m bawlin and blubberin. But while he was hosin me down I seen he had some extra material that I was missin. I seen they’d cut me different like you’d crop a ear or scorch a brand. No way to get it right with him after that.”The bedroom, at the top of a steep stair that had its own climbing rhythm, was tiny and hot, afternoon sun pounding through the west window, hitting the narrow boy’s bed against the wall, an ink-stained desk and wooden chair, a b.b. gun in a hand-whittled rack

Andy Warhol Knives black and white painting

2009-01-05T00:43:00.001-08:00

Andy Warhol Knives black and white paintingAndy Warhol Guns paintingAndy Warhol Gun 1982 painting
hands in his breeches-pockets, his legs wide apart, his face upturned and his whole attitude that of a man who is in no hurry to reply. At last, he answered, with a shrug of the shoulders:
"Upon my word, I can't remember! It's so long ago!" "They say it's lovely, the earth and the Live People!" remarked the Child.
"Yes, it's not bad," said which he had lost. He was turning away his head, to hide his feelings; but the inquisitive Child kept asking him questions:
"Do the grannies die?... What does that mean, dying?Tyltyl. "There are birds and cakes and toys... Some have them all; but those who have none can look at the others!" This reflection shows us the whole character of our little friend. He was proud and inclined to be rather high-and-mighty; but he was never envious and his generous nature made up to him for his poverty by allowing him to enjoy the good fortune of others. The two Children talked a good deal more; but it would take too long to tell you all they said, because what they said was sometimes only interesting to themselves. After a while, Light, who was watching them from a distance, hurried up to them a little anxiously: Tyltyl was crying! Big tears came rolling down his cheeks and falling on his smart coat. She understood that he was talking of his grandmother and that he could not keep back his tears at the thought of the love

hassam Notre Dame Cathedral Paris

2009-01-02T22:48:00.000-08:00

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Researchers found the stress of thinking caused overeating with heavy thinkers seeking out more calories.
The research team, supervised by Dr Angelo Tremblay, measured the spontaneous food intake of 14 students after each of three tasks.
After 45 minutes at each activity, participants were invited to eat as much as they wanted from a buffet.
The researchers had already discovered that each session of intellectual work requires only three calories more than the rest period.
However, despite the low energy cost of mental work, the students spontaneously consumed 203 more calories after summarizing a text and 253The first was relaxing in a sitting position, the second reading and summarizing a text, and finally completing a series of memory, attention, and vigilance tests on

Jack Vettriano Sweet Bird of Youth I

2008-12-30T00:25:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano Sweet Bird of Youth IJack Vettriano Summertime BluesJack Vettriano Suddenly One Summer
No, I don't think so," said Zaphod. "I think they just didn't like it very much." "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" said Trillian peering nervously into the darkness. "We've been attacked once already you know." "Look kid, I promise in a huff, and then decided that a whale's graveyard is not on the whole a good place to stamp around in. Marvin eyed him balefully for a moment, and then turned himself off. Zaphod marched quickly down the passageway, nervous as hell, but trying to hide it you the live population of this planet is nil plus the four of us, so come on, let's get on in there. Er, hey Earthman ..." "Arthur," said Arthur. "Yeah could you just sort of keep this robot with you and guard this end of the passageway. OK?" "Guard?" said Arthur. "What from? You just said there's no one here." "Yeah, well, just for safety, OK?" said Zaphod. "Whose? Yours or mine?" "Good lad. OK, here we go." Zaphod scrambled down into the passage, followed by Trillian and Ford. "Well I hope you all have a really miserable time," complained Arthur. "Don't worry," Marvin assured him, "they will." In a few seconds they had disappeared from view. Arthur stamped around

Lippi The Adoration with the Infant St

2008-12-28T23:36:00.000-08:00

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"Fearless," Taylor Swift. Big Machine.
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3. "Thunderball," Video.
4. "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (Special Edition)," Buena Vista.
5. "Dragon Ball Z: Androids Invasion," FUNImation.
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Klimt Sea Serpents III (detail)

2008-12-25T22:49:00.000-08:00

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was an annoyed Vogon. It was because of this tiny piece of information that Ford Prefect was not now a whiff of hydrogen, ozone and carbon monoxide. He heard a slight groan. By the light of the match he saw a heavy shape moving slightly on the you had should have cushioned your system a bit." "Whhhrrrr..." said Arthur Dent. He opened his eyes. "It's dark," he said. "Yes," said Ford Prefect, "it's dark." "No light," said Arthur Dent. "Dark, no light." One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about human beings was their habit of continually stating and repeating the obvious, as in It's a nice day, or You're very tall, or Oh dear you seem to have fallen down a thirty-foot well, are you alright? At first Ford had formed floor. Quickly he shook the match out, reached in his pocket, found what he was looking for and took it out. He crouched on the floor. The shape moved again. Ford Prefect said: "I bought some peanuts." Arthur Dent moved, and groaned again, muttering incoherently. "Here, have some," urged Ford, shaking the packet again, "if you've never been through a matter transference beam before you've probably lost some salt and protein. The beer

Childs Return Of Adonis

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

Childs Return Of AdonisDicksee An OfferingChilds Bow BridgeChilds Carolyne Roehm
That’s all right,” she said.“I need a CSU—”“I know,” she said.“I’m sorry,” he said.[566] “Are you new, Detective?”“I’m forty-one,” he said, immediately realizing that his reply qualified for a stupidity commendation.“I mean new to Robbery/Homicide,” she said.“No, ma’am. I’ve been washed so many times I shouldn’t have any , he darted across the street in the rain, to his department sedan. He stowed the Lockaid lock-release gun under the driver’s seat.By the time he returned to the front porch, he heard approaching sirens. Coming through the library door, Ethan saw the creased and tattered photograph on the floor. Hannah. The same picture that had once stood on the desk in Dunny’s apartment, that had been torn out of the silver frame.color left.”This was, however, his first case involving a ghost, or whatever the hell Dunny Whistler might be when he could shape your dreams and disappear into a mirror. This was also his first involving a phone call from a dead hit man, and his first involving a perp who starved and tortured a victim while keeping him alive on an IV drip.Some days you thought you had seen everything. This wasn’t one of them.Having concluded the 911 call

Kimble American Cow

2008-12-21T22:34:00.000-08:00

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Hazard’s. He couldn’t seek information through the usual department channels.He phoned Laura Moonves in the Detective Support Division. She had dated Ethan, she still cared for him, and she had helped him track down Rolf Reynerd from the plates on the Honda that had been filmed by one of the estate’s video cameras.Hazard worried that to get together and come up with a new strategy, because this telling-him-he’s-an-idiot thing isn’t working. I like him so much, Hazard.”“He’s still getting over Hannah.”“Five years, man.”“When he lost her, he lost more than her. He lost his sense of purpose. He couldn’t anymore see a bigger meaning to things. He needs to see it again, ’cause that’s himshe would have left for the day, but she took his call, and with relief he said, “You’re still there.”“Am I? I thought I’d left. I thought I was halfwaystopped for a bucket of takeout fried chicken, double slaw. No, son of a bitch, here I still am, but what does it matter, since I don’t have a I tell him he’s an idiot for letting you slip away.”“I tell him he’s an idiot, too,” she said.“Everyone tells him he’s an idiot.”“Yeah? So maybe we all ought

Edward Hopper Sunday painting

2008-12-18T00:36:00.000-08:00

Edward Hopper Sunday paintingAmedeo Modigliani Reclining Nude paintingAlphonse Maria Mucha The Judgement of Paris painting
physician tapped the keys again, and a third display shared the screen with the first two.“This is heart function. Standard three-phase action. Diastole, atrial systole, ventricular systole. Slow but not too slow. Weak but not too weak. Slight irregularities, but nothing dangerous. Now look here at the brain waves.”The beta waves were doing the them to the slow, steady heartbeat. “After fifty-six minutes of this, his brain activity returned to the long, slow delta waves?”“That’s right. Until he died the next morning.”“So if it’s not two machines malfunctioning, how do you explain all of this, Doctor?”“I don’t. I can’t. You asked me if there was anything unusual in the patient’s file. Specifically, something ... uncanny.”“Yes, but—”earthquake jitterbug once more.Ethan said, “He’s terrified again.”“In my opinion, yes. Yet there’s no change in heart function. It’s the same slow, somewhat weak beat with tolerable irregularities, [364] exactly his deep-coma pattern ever since he was first admitted to the hospital almost three months ago. He’s in a state of terror ... yet his heart is calm.”“The heart’s calm because he’s comatose. Right?”“Wrong. Even in a profound coma, Mr. Truman, there isn’t this complete disconnect between the mind and body. When you’re having a nightmare, the terror is imagined, not real, but heart function is affected just the same. The heart races during a nightmare.”For a moment, Ethan studied the violently jumping beta waves and compared

Gustav Klimt lady with fan painting

2008-12-16T22:20:00.000-08:00

Gustav Klimt lady with fan paintingClaude Monet The Water Lily Pond paintingEdgar Degas Four Dancers painting
Stinky’s real name was Maxwell Dalton. He had been a professor of English at the same university where Corky still enjoyed tenure.Corky taught literature from a deconstructionist perspective, instilling in students Corky’s like-minded colleagues had controlled the English Department. In the past few years, Dalton had attempted to mount a revolt against meaninglessness.He was a nuisance, a pest, a threat to the triumph of chaos. He admired the work of Charles Dickens and T. S. Eliot . He was an unspeakably vile man.Thanks to Rolf Reynerd, Dalton had been imprisoned in this bedroom for more than the belief that language can never describe reality because words only refer to other words, not to anything real. He taught them that whether a piece of writing is a novel or a law, each person is the sole arbiter of what and what it means, that all truth is relative, that all moral principles are fraudulent interpretations of religious and philosophical texts that actually have no meaning other than what each person wants them to mean. These were deliciously destructive ideas, and Corky took great pride in his work as a teacher.Professor Maxwell Dalton was a traditionalist. He believed in language, meaning, purpose, and principle.For decades,

Thomas Kinkade xmas cottage painting

2008-12-12T00:20:00.000-08:00

Thomas Kinkade xmas cottage paintingThomas Kinkade Victorian Autumn paintingThomas Kinkade The Night Before Christmas painting
could hear breathing.“I used star sixty-nine.”The breathing grew strange, a little ragged, as though the idea of being tracked down with *69in movies.“I looked up Moloch, too.”This name seemed to excite the freak. The breathing grew rougher and more urgent.Abruptly Fric became convinced that the heavy breather was not a man, but an animal. Like a bear, maybe, but worse than a bear. Like a bull, but nothing as ordinary as a bull.Up the coiled cord, into the handset, into the ear piece, into Fric’s right ear, the breathing squirmed, a serpent of sound, seeking to coil inside his skull and set its fangs into his brain.This didn’t seem at all like Mysterious Caller. He hung up.Instantly, his line rang: Ooodelee-ooodelee-oo.He didn’t answer it. excited the guy.“I’m calling you from the crapper in my father’s bathroom,” he [225] lied, and waited to see if his weird phone buddy would warn him about the misery with which lying was rewarded.Instead, he just got breathed at some more.The guy was obviously trying to spook him. Fric refused to give the pervert the satisfaction of knowing that he had succeeded.“What I forgot to ask you is how long I’ll need to hide from this Puck when he shows up.”The longer he listened to the breathing, the more Fric realized that this had peculiar and disturbing qualities far different from the standard pervert-on-the-phone panting that he’d heard

Claude Monet Vase Of Flowers painting

2008-12-10T21:16:00.000-08:00

Claude Monet Vase Of Flowers paintingClaude Monet The women in the Garden paintingClaude Monet Still Life With Melon paintingFabian Perez white and red painting
You can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs, and all that.The dog biscuits were treated with cyanide. The animals would die far faster than the plants.Few things would spread despair so effectively as the untimely death of a beloved pet.Corky was sad. Sad for the luckless dogs.He was happy, too. Happy that in a thousand little ways he daily contributed to the fall of a corrupt order—and therefore to the rise of a better world.For the same reason that he didn’t damage the landscaping at every house, he didn’t kill every dog. Let neighbor suspect neighbor.He wasn’t concerned that he would be caught in these poisonings. Entropy, the most powerful force in the universe, was his ally and his mothers that they were whores, on which wives revealed to their husbands that they were having affairs with their brothers-in-law.With school out, the kids would be busy learning homicidal skills from . Better yet, the pubescent boys would be surfing the Net for pornography, sharing it with innocent younger brothers, and scheming to rape the little girl next door.Because he approved of those activities, Corky went about his [69] work as discreetly as possible, so as not to distract these people from their self-destruction.

Juan Gris Guitar on a Chair painting

2008-12-07T22:37:00.001-08:00

Juan Gris Guitar on a Chair paintingGeorge Bellows Club Night paintingGeorge Bellows Autumn Brook paintingCaravaggio The Seven Acts of Mercy painting
old wound, in his shoulder. He crouched down, as if to hide.Suddenly the great bow of Lórien sang. Shrill went the arrow from the elven-string. Frodo looked up. Almost above him the winged shape swerved. There was a harsh croaking scream, as it fell out of the air, vanishing be the bow of Galadriel, and the hand and eye of Legolas! ' said Gimli, as he munched a wafer of lembas. 'That was a mighty shot in the dark, my friend!''But who can say what it hit?' said Legolas.'I cannot,' said Gimli. `But I am glad that the shadow came no nearer. I liked it not at all. Too much it reminded me of the shadow in Moria – the shadow of the Balrog,' he ended in a whisper.'It was not a Balrog,' said Frodo, still shivering with the chill that had come upon him. 'It was something colder. I think it was –' Then he paused and fell silent.down into the gloom of the eastern shore. The sky was clean again. There was a tumult of many voices far away, cursing and wailing in the darkness, and then silence. Neither shaft nor cry came again from the east that night.After a while Aragorn led the boats back upstream. They felt their way along the water's edge for some distance, until they found a small shallow bay. A few low trees grew there close to the water, and behind them rose a steep rocky bank. Here the Company decided to stay and await the dawn: it was useless to attempt to move further by night. They made no camp and lit no fire, but lay huddled in the boats, moored close together.'Praised

Frida Kahlo The Two Fridas painting

2008-12-05T00:55:00.000-08:00

Frida Kahlo The Two Fridas paintingFrida Kahlo Girl with Death Mask painting
He stood upon the bridge aloneand Fire and Shadow both defied;his staff was broken on the stone,in Khazad-dûm his wisdom died.`Why, you'll be beating Mr. Bilbo next! ' said Sam.'No, I am afraid not,' said Frodo. 'But that is the best I can do yet.''Well, Mr. Frodo, if you do have another go, I hope you'll say a word about his fireworks,' said Sam. `Something like this:The finest rockets ever seen:they burst in stars of blue and green,or after thunder golden showerscame
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through dragon-lair and hidden doorand darkling woods he walked at will.
With Dwarf and Hobbit, Elves and Men,with mortal and immortal folk,with bird on bough and beast in den,in their own secret tongues he spoke.
A deadly sword, a healing hand,a back that bent beneath its load;a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,a weary pilgrim on the road.
A lord of wisdom throned he sat,swift in anger, quick to laugh;an old man in a battered hatwho leaned upon a thorny staff.falling like a rain of flowers.Though that doesn't do them justice by a long road.'`No, I'll leave that to you, Sam. Or perhaps to Bilbo. But-well. I can't talk of it any more. I can't bear to think of bringing the news to him.'One evening Frodo and Sam were walking together in the cool twilight. Both of them felt restless again. On Frodo suddenly the shadow of parting had fallen: he knew somehow that the time was very near when he must leave Lothlórien.`What do you think of Elves now, Sam? ' he said. `I asked you the same question once before-it seems a very long while ago; but you have seen more of them since then.'

Salvador Dali Les Elephants painting

2008-12-03T23:40:00.000-08:00

Salvador Dali Les Elephants paintingWassily Kandinsky Improvisation painting
Gandalf would go before us with a bright flame, he might melt a path for you,' said Legolas. The storm had troubled him little, and he alone of the Company remained still light of heart.`If Elves could fly over mountains, they might fetch the Sun to save watched them for a while with a smile upon his lips, and then he turned to the others. `The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman
Vincent van Gogh Roses paintingEdmund Blair Leighton The End of The Song painting
us,' answered Gandalf. `But I must have something to work on. I cannot burn snow.'`Well,' said Boromir, `when heads are at a loss bodies must serve, as we say in my country. The strongest of us must seek a way. See! Though all is now snow-clad, our path, as we came up, turned about that shoulder of rock down yonder. It was there that the snow first began to burden us. If we could reach that point, maybe it would prove easier beyond. It is no more than a furlong off, I guess.'`Then let us force a path thither, you and I!' said Aragorn.Aragorn was the tallest of the Company, but Boromir, little less in height, was broader and heavier in build. He led the way, and Aragorn followed him. Slowly they moved off, and were soon toiling heavily. In places the snow was breast-high, and often Boromir seemed to be swimming or burrowing with his great arms rather than walking.Legolas

Moran The Passing Storm

2008-12-02T23:52:00.000-08:00

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'Yes, I, Gandalf the Grey,' said the wizard solemnly. 'There are many powers in the world, for good or for evil. Some are greater than I am. Against some I have not yet been measured. But my time is coming. The Morgul-lord and his Black Riders have come forth. War is preparing!'`Then you knew of the Riders already-before I very fond of Strider. Well, fond is not the right word. I mean he is dear to me; though he is strange, and grim at times. In fact, he reminds me often of you. I didn't know that any of the Big People were like that. I thought, well, that they were just big, and rather stupid: kind and stupid like Butterbur; or stupid and wicked like Bill Ferny. But then we don't know much about Men in the Shire, except perhaps the Breelanders.'`You don't know much even about them, if you think old Barliman is stupid,' said Gandalf. 'He is wise enough on his own ground. He thinks less than he talks, and slower; yet he can see through met them?''Yes, I knew of them. Indeed I spoke of them once to you; for the Black Riders are the Ringwraiths, the Nine Servants of the Lord of the Rings. But I did not know that they had arisen again or I should have fled with you at once. I heard news of them only after I left you in June; but that story must wait. For the moment we have been saved from disaster, by Aragorn.''Yes,' said Frodo, `it was Strider that saved us. Yet I was afraid of him at first. Sam never quite trusted him. I think, not at any rate until we met Glorfindel.'Gandalf smiled. `I have heard all about Sam,' he said. 'He has no more doubts now.''I am glad,' said Frodo. 'For I have become

Neiman Elephant Charge

2008-12-01T23:32:00.000-08:00

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and thick. He looked up and saw with surprise that faint stars were appearing overhead amid the strands of hurrying cloud and fog. The wind began to hiss over the grass.He imagined suddenly that he caught a muffled cry, and he made towards it; and even as he went forward the mist was rolled up and thrust aside, and the starry sky was unveiled. A glance showed him that he was now facing southwards and was on a round hill-top, which he must have climbed from the north. Out of the east the biting wind was blowing. To his right there against the stars. It leaned over him. He thought there were two eyes, very cold though lit with a pale light that seemed to come from some remote distance. Then a grip stronger and colder than iron seized him. The icy touch froze his bones, and he remembered no more.When he came to himself again, for a moment he could recall nothing except a sense of dread. Then suddenly he knew that he was imprisoned, caught hopelessly; he was in a barrow. A Barrow-wight had taken him, and he was probably already under the dreadful spells of the Barrow-wights about loomed against the westward stars a dark black shape. A great barrow stood there.'Where are you?' he cried again, both angry and afraid.'Here!' said a voice, deep and cold, that seemed to come out of the ground. 'I am waiting for you!''No!' said Frodo; but he did not run away. His knees gave, and he fell on the ground. Nothing happened, and there was no sound. Trembling he looked up, in time to see a tall dark figure like a shadow

Neiman Marilyn Monroe

2008-12-01T23:27:00.001-08:00

Neiman Marilyn MonroeNeiman Love StoryNeiman Lion's PrideNeiman Lady Skier
Tom laughed again, and then he spun the Ring in the air - and it vanished with a flash. Frodo gave a cry - and Tom leaned forward and handed it back to him with a smile.Frodo looked at it closely, and rather suspiciously (like one who has lent a trinket to a juggler). It was the same Ring, or looked the same and weighed the same: for that Ring had always seemed to Frodo to weigh strangely heavy in the hand. But something prompted him to make sure. He was perhaps a trifle annoyed with Tom for seeming to make so light of what even Gandalf up and crept quietly away from the fireside towards the outer door.‘Hey there!’ cried Tom, glancing towards him with a most seeing look in his shining eyes. ‘Hey! Come Frodo, there! Where be you a-going? Old Tom Bombadil’s not as blind as that yet. Take off your golden ring! Your hand’s more fair without it. Come back! Leave sit down beside me! We must talk a while more, and think about the morning. Tom must teach the right road, and keep your feet from wandering.’Frodo laughed (trying to feel pleased), and taking off the Ring he came and sat down again. thought so perilously important. He waited for an opportunity, when the talk was going again, and Tom was telling an absurd story about badgers and their queer ways - then he slipped the Ring on.Merry turned towards him to say something and gave a start, and checked an exclamation. Frodo was delighted (in a way): it was his own ring all right, for Merry was staring blankly at his chair, and obviously could not see him. He got

Hopper Cape Cod Sunset

2008-12-01T01:22:00.000-08:00

Hopper Cape Cod SunsetHopper Boy and MoonHopper Blackhead MonheganHopper Blackhead Monhegan 1919
Finrod. We are Exiles, and most of our kindred have long ago departed and we too are now only tarrying here a while, ere we return over the Great Sea. But some of our kinsfolk dwell still in peace in Rivendell. Come now, Frodo, tell us what you are doing? For we see that there is some shadow of fear upon you.’‘O Wise People!’ interrupted Pippin eagerly. ‘Tell us about the Black Riders!’‘Black Riders?’ they said in low voices. ‘Why do you ask about Black Riders?’‘Because two Black Riders have overtaken us today, or one has done will lake you on our road, and you shall lodge with us tonight, if you will.’‘O Fair Folk! This is good fortune beyond my hope,’ said Pippin. Sam was speechless. ‘I thank you indeed, Gildor Inglorion,’ said Frodo bowing. ‘Elen síla lúmenn’ omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting,’ he added in the high-elven speech.so twice,’ said Pippin; ‘only a little while ago he slipped away as you drew near.’The Elves did not answer at once, but spoke together softly in their own tongue. At length Gildor turned to the hobbits. ‘We will not speak of this here,’ he said. ‘We think you had best come now with us. It is not our custom, but for this time we

Sargent Shady Paths

2008-11-28T22:10:00.000-08:00

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Look at how many retirees go completely nuts because they have nothing to do! Or worse, look how many basically opt to die because they aren't useful anymore.Furthermore, it has been found that work-related stress is not the killer it was once thought it was. It has been found that stress in those situations actually improves one's ! As a healthy human being, one needs to struggle, one needs to compete, one needs to set high and work to attain them., with that in mind, define what you love to do. List those things that you absolutely love and would like to do every day. Maybe you'd like to awaken at eight or nine and relax with a cup of or tea whilst reading the paper or listening to the news. Afterwards, you work - either you go to a job that you enjoy or you have a. Perhaps you'd like to workout or go to the gym; maybe even take a sauna or steam. Do you want to prepare dinner at? Go out to eat? What do you want to do in the evening?
In other words

Blake The Lovers' Whirlwind illustrates Hell in Canto V of Dante's Inferno

2008-11-27T23:54:00.000-08:00

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　　　Draco Malfoy was standing there with his wife and son, a dark coat buttoned up to his throat. His hair was receding somewhat, which emphasized the pointed chin. The new boy resembled Draco as much as Albus resembled Harry. Draco caught sight of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny staring at him, nodded curtly, and turned away again.

　　　"So that's little Scorpius," said Ron under his breath. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."
We'll find them," said Ginny reassuringly.

　　　But the vapor was dense, and it was difficult to make out anybody's faces. Detached from their owners, voices sounded unnaturally loud, Harry thought he head Percy discoursing loudly on broomstick regulations, and was quite glad of the excuse not to stop and say hello. . . .

"I think that's them, Al," said Ginny suddenly.

Gauguin Still-Life with Japanese Woodcut

2008-11-27T23:38:00.000-08:00

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Molly's curse soared beneath Bellatrix's constreched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart.
　　　"Protego!" roared Harry, and the Shield Charm expanded in the middle of the Hall, and Voldemort stared around for the source as Harry pulled off the Invisibility Cloak at last. 　　　The yell of shock, the cheers, the screams on every side of :"Harry!" "HE'S ALIVE!" were stifled at once. The crowd was afraid, and silence fell abruptly and
　　　Bellatrix's glounting smile froze, her eyes seemd to bulge: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemord screamed.

　　　Harry felt as though he turned into slow motin: he saw McGonagall, Kingsley and Slughorn blasted backward, flailing and writhing through the air, as Voldemort's fury at the fall of his last, best leutenant exploded with the force of a bomb, Voldemort raised his wand and directed it at Molly Weasley.

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2008-11-27T00:50:00.000-08:00

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Quirrell, won't you?"
　　　"Does he?" said Dumbledore softly, as Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies came giggling in from the grounds. "And are you tempted to join him?" 　　　"No," said Snape, his black eyes on Fleur's and Roger's retreating figures. "I am not such a coward."
　　　A whirl of color, and now everything darkened, and Snape and Dumbledore stood a little apart in the entrance hall, while the last stragglers from the Yule Ball passed them on their way to bed.

"Well?" murmured Dumbledore.

　　　"Karkaroff's Mark is becoming darker too. He is panicking, he fears retribution; you know how much help he gave the Ministry after the Dark Lord fell." Snape looked sideways at Dumbledore's crooked-nosed profile. "Karkaroff intends to flee if the Mark burns."

Sheri About Love

2008-11-26T00:46:00.001-08:00

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and your sister seem unable to appreciate. But let me make one thing very clear. You are not going to pass off y9our many ineptitudes on the students of Hogwarts. I shall not permit it."

"Excuse me?"
And he spat in her face. 　　　Harry pulled the Cloak off himself, raised his wand, and said, "You shouldn't have done that." As Amycus spun around, Harry shouted, "Crucio!" 　　　The Death Eater was lifted off his feet. He writhed through t
　　　Amycus moved forward until he was offensively close to Professor McGonagall, his face within inches of hers. She refused to back away, but looked down at him as if he were something disgusting she had found stuck to the lavatory seat.

　　　"It's not a case of what you'll permit, Minerva McGonagall. Your time's over. It's us what's in charge here now, and you'll back me up or you'll pay the price."

Lippi Four Saints Altarpiece

2008-11-24T21:17:00.000-08:00

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"Yes, Daddy's Wrackspurt siphons – "

But Harry cut across Luna.

"And none of you have ever seen anything that looks like it?
　　　"If you'd like to see what the diadem's supposed to look like, I could take you up to our common room and show you, Harry. Ravenclaw's wearing it in her statue." 　　　Harry's scar scorched again: For a moment the Room of Requirement swam before him, and he saw instead the dark earth soaring beneath him and felt the great snake wrapped around his shoulders. Voldemort was flying again, whether to the
　　　They all shook their heads again. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione and his own disappointment was mirrored back at him. An object that had been lost this long, and apparently without trace, did not seem like a good candidate for the Horcrux hidden in the castle … Before he could formulate a new question, however, Cho spoke again.

Degas Before the Race

2008-11-24T00:09:00.000-08:00

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Don't know what to get the kids in your for Christmas this year? Well it turns out that little people get the biggest thrill out of getting geeky gifts - particularly gifts you do stuff with. So, if you're stuck on what to get your niece, nephew, friend, or even your own little person, take a look at our gift suggestions below.
We have organized them from the least This kit lets kids investigate the From sour lollipops to sour gummies, to straight up sour liquids and powders, kids will love every minute of creating their own candy. The activity guide has For the future cryptographer, this code making/breaking card kids to decipher code words used by opponents on the back of cards. Eighteen sets of matching cards are spread face down and flipped over two at a time. One is revealed to all players, the other is kept private, marked for future reference by the player. Opponents need to break codes and swipe matched pairs.
Recommended Age: 7+ as well as candy, science, and candy- factsfizz by creating their own bath bombs, haunted balloons, and volcanoes using simple ingredients like glycerine, cornstarch, and food coloring.
Recommended Age: 10+

Peeters Cortland Manor

2008-11-23T23:50:00.000-08:00

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The cuffs broken open with loud bangs.

　　　"This way!" Harry yelled, and still shooting Stunning Spells at the advancing goblins, he sprinted toward the blind dragon.
; Hermione hoisted herself up; Ron climbed on behind them, and a second later the dragon became aware that it was untethered. 　　　With a roar it reared: Harry dug in his knees, clutching as tightly as he could to the jagged scales as the wings opened, knocking the shrieking
"Harry – Harry – what are you doing?" cried Hermione.

"Get up, climb up, come on –"

　　　The dragon had not realized that it was free: Harry's foot found the crook of its hind leg and he pulled himself up onto its back. The scales were hard as steel; it did not even seem to feel him. He stretched out an arm

Godward Godward Phyleis

2008-11-21T21:37:00.000-08:00

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Dumbledore had the Elder Wand?" said Ron. "But then – where is it now?"

"At Hogwarts," said

　　　"But then, let's go!" said Ron urgently. "Harry, let's go and get it before he does!"

　　　"It's too late for that," said Harry. He could not help himself, but clutched his head, trying to help it resist. "He knows where it is. He's there now."

　　　"Harry!" Ron said furiously. "How long have you known this – why have we been wasting time? Why did you talk to Griphook first? We could have gone – we could still go –"

　　　"No," said Harry, and he sank to his knees in the grass. "Hermione's right. Dumbledore didn't want me to have it. He didn't want me to take it. He wanted me to get the Horcruxes."

Lotto Portrait of a Man in Black Silk Cloak

2008-11-21T20:58:00.000-08:00

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misshapen features.

　　　"What's that on your forehead, Vernon?" he asked softly, his breath foul in Harry's nostrils as he pressed a filthy finger to the taught scar.

　　　"Don't touch it! Harry yelled; he could not stop himself, he thought he might be sick from the pain of it.
"It Is!" rasped Greyback. "We've caught Potter!" 　　　They all took several steps backward, stunned by what they had done. Harry, still fighting to remain present in his own splitting head, could think of nothing to say. Fragmented visions were breaking across the surface of his mind -
"I thought you wore glasses, Potter?" breathed Greyback.

　　　"I found glasses!" yelped one of the Snatchers skulking in the background. "There was glasses in the tent, Greyback, wait -"

　　　And seconds later Harry's glasses had been rammed back onto his face. The Snatchers were closing in now, peering at him.

Church Tamaca Palms

2008-11-21T00:42:00.000-08:00

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fell, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione did not speak. Half of Harry yearned to hear more, half of him was afraid of what might come next. It was the first time he had felt fully connected to the outside world for a long time.

　　　"Thank you," said Lee's voice. "And now we can return to regular contributor Royal, for an update on how the new Wizarding order is affecting the Muggle world."
Muggle authorities are attributing their deaths to a gas leak, but members of the Order of the Phoenix inform me that it was the Killing Curse --- more evidence, as if it were needed, of the fact that Muggle slaughter is becoming little more than a recreational sport under the new regime.

"Evening, River."

　　　"'River'" that's Lee," Ron explained. "They've all got code names, but you can usually tell ---"

"Shh!" said Hermione.