Johannes Vermeer The Guitar PlayerClaude Monet Regatta At ArgenteuilClaude Monet Woman with a Parasol
getting away unseen.
But they had to keep their heads low to see where they were treading and avoid twisting an ankle, or worse, and thunder exploded overhead as they ran, so they couldn't hear the screeching and snarling of the cliff-ghasts until they were upon them.Mrs. Coulter whispered to the shadow beside her:
"Look how he hides, Metatron! He creeps through the dark like a rat..."
They stood on a ledge high up in the great cavern, watching Lord Asriel and the snow leopard make their careful way down, a long way below.
"I could strike him now," the shadow whispered.
"Yes, of course you could," she whispered back, leaning close; "but I want to see his face, dear Metatron; I want him to know I've betrayed him. Come, let's follow and catch him..."
The creatures were surrounding something that lay glittering in the mud: something slightly taller than they were, which lay on its side, a large cage, perhaps, with walls of crystal. They were hammering at it with fists and rocks, shrieking and yelling.
And before Will and Lyra could stop and run the other way, they had stumbled right into the middle of the troop.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Maxfield Parrish daybreak
Maxfield Parrish daybreakCassius Marcellus Coolidge Dogs Playing PokerJacques-Louis David Napoleon crossing the Alps
But her ghost was thrust aside by the ghost of a man who looked like a monk: thin and pale, with dark, zealous eyes even in his death. He crossed himself and murmured a prayer, and then he said:
"This is a bitter messageperil. My companions and I of the true faith will remain here in our blessed paradise, and spend eternity singing the praises of the Almighty, who has given us the judgment to tell the false from the true."
Once again he crossed himself, and then he and his companions turned away in horror and loathing.
Lyra felt bewildered. Was she wrong? Was she making some great mistake?, a sad and cruel joke. Can't you see the truth? This is not a child. This is an agent of the Evil One himself! The world we lived in was a vale of corruption and tears. Nothing there could satisfy us. But the Almighty has granted us this blessed place for all eternity, this paradise, which to the fallen soul seems bleak and barren, but which the eyes of faith see as it is, overflowing with milk and honey and resounding with the sweet hymns of the angels. This is Heaven, truly! What this evil girl promises is nothing but lies. She wants to lead you to Hell! Go with her at your
But her ghost was thrust aside by the ghost of a man who looked like a monk: thin and pale, with dark, zealous eyes even in his death. He crossed himself and murmured a prayer, and then he said:
"This is a bitter messageperil. My companions and I of the true faith will remain here in our blessed paradise, and spend eternity singing the praises of the Almighty, who has given us the judgment to tell the false from the true."
Once again he crossed himself, and then he and his companions turned away in horror and loathing.
Lyra felt bewildered. Was she wrong? Was she making some great mistake?, a sad and cruel joke. Can't you see the truth? This is not a child. This is an agent of the Evil One himself! The world we lived in was a vale of corruption and tears. Nothing there could satisfy us. But the Almighty has granted us this blessed place for all eternity, this paradise, which to the fallen soul seems bleak and barren, but which the eyes of faith see as it is, overflowing with milk and honey and resounding with the sweet hymns of the angels. This is Heaven, truly! What this evil girl promises is nothing but lies. She wants to lead you to Hell! Go with her at your
Friday, January 16, 2009
Jack Vettriano Elegy for The Dead Admiral i
Jack Vettriano Elegy for The Dead Admiral iJack Vettriano Edith and the KingpinJack Vettriano Drifters
hovering kestrel-shaped close above.
They were close to the first of the people now, and it was clear: they were all ghosts. Will and Lyra took a step toward each other, but . "Can't make anything better by fretting. We're dead, I expect."
"But where are we going?" the child said. "I don't want to be dead, Mama!"
"We're going to see Grandpa," the mother said desperately.
But the child wouldn't be consoled and wept bitterly. Others in the group looked at the mother there was nothing to fear, for the ghosts were far more afraid of them and were hanging back, unwilling to approach.Will called out, "Don't be afraid. We're not going to hurt you. Where are you going?" "They looked at the oldest man among them, as if he were their guide."We're going where all the others go," he said. "Seems as if I know, but I can't remember learning it. Seems as if it's along the road. We'll know it when we get there.""Mama," said a child, "why's it getting dark in the daytime?""Hush, dear, don't fret," the mother said
hovering kestrel-shaped close above.
They were close to the first of the people now, and it was clear: they were all ghosts. Will and Lyra took a step toward each other, but . "Can't make anything better by fretting. We're dead, I expect."
"But where are we going?" the child said. "I don't want to be dead, Mama!"
"We're going to see Grandpa," the mother said desperately.
But the child wouldn't be consoled and wept bitterly. Others in the group looked at the mother there was nothing to fear, for the ghosts were far more afraid of them and were hanging back, unwilling to approach.Will called out, "Don't be afraid. We're not going to hurt you. Where are you going?" "They looked at the oldest man among them, as if he were their guide."We're going where all the others go," he said. "Seems as if I know, but I can't remember learning it. Seems as if it's along the road. We'll know it when we get there.""Mama," said a child, "why's it getting dark in the daytime?""Hush, dear, don't fret," the mother said
Jack Vettriano Gambling Boys
Jack Vettriano Gambling BoysJack Vettriano FetishJack Vettriano Fair Exchange is No Robbery
ghosts, he broke into a stumbling run, and they held out their hands to greet him.
"Even if they don't know where they're going, they're all going there together," Lyra said. "We better just go with them."
"D'you think they had daemons in this world?" said Will.
"Can't tell. If you saw they were alive in. I thought it'd be a lot different..."
"Will, it's fading," she said. "Look!"
She was clutching his arm. He stopped and looked around, and she was right. Not long before he had found the window in Oxford and stepped through into the other world of Cittagazzeone of em in your world, would you know he was a ghost?""It's hard to say. They don't look normal, exactly...There was a man I used to see in my town, and he used to walk about outside the shops always holding the same old plastic bag, and he never spoke to anyone or went inside. And no one ever looked at him. I used to pretend he was a ghost. They look a bit like him. Maybe my world's full of ghosts and I never knew.""I don't think mine is," said Lyra doubtfully."Anyway, this must be the world of the dead. These people have just been killed, those soldiers must've done it, and here they are, and it's just like the world
ghosts, he broke into a stumbling run, and they held out their hands to greet him.
"Even if they don't know where they're going, they're all going there together," Lyra said. "We better just go with them."
"D'you think they had daemons in this world?" said Will.
"Can't tell. If you saw they were alive in. I thought it'd be a lot different..."
"Will, it's fading," she said. "Look!"
She was clutching his arm. He stopped and looked around, and she was right. Not long before he had found the window in Oxford and stepped through into the other world of Cittagazzeone of em in your world, would you know he was a ghost?""It's hard to say. They don't look normal, exactly...There was a man I used to see in my town, and he used to walk about outside the shops always holding the same old plastic bag, and he never spoke to anyone or went inside. And no one ever looked at him. I used to pretend he was a ghost. They look a bit like him. Maybe my world's full of ghosts and I never knew.""I don't think mine is," said Lyra doubtfully."Anyway, this must be the world of the dead. These people have just been killed, those soldiers must've done it, and here they are, and it's just like the world
Thursday, January 15, 2009
John William Waterhouse The Magic Circle
John William Waterhouse The Magic CircleJohn William Waterhouse PandoraJohn William Waterhouse Lamia
to fall back weakly, and Pantalaimon was yawning, stretching, snapping at the other daemon, flopping clumsily to one side as his muscles failed to act.
As for Will, he Somewhere above the trees, the zeppelins were hovering, and men were sliding down ropes, but the wind made it difficult for the pilots to hold the aircraft steady. Meanwhile, the first gyropters had arrived above the cliff. There was only room for them to land one at a time, and then the African riflemen had to make their way down the rock face. It was one of them who was searching the cave floor with the utmost care for the pieces of the broken knife. No time to wonder how it had happened, or whether it could be mended; but he was the knife bearer, and he had to gather it up safely. As he found each piece, he lifted it carefully, every nerve in his body aware of his missing fingers, and slipped it into the sheath. He could see the pieces quite easily, because the metal caught the gleam from outside: seven of them, the smallest being the point itself. He picked them all up and then turned back to try and make sense of the fight outside.
to fall back weakly, and Pantalaimon was yawning, stretching, snapping at the other daemon, flopping clumsily to one side as his muscles failed to act.
As for Will, he Somewhere above the trees, the zeppelins were hovering, and men were sliding down ropes, but the wind made it difficult for the pilots to hold the aircraft steady. Meanwhile, the first gyropters had arrived above the cliff. There was only room for them to land one at a time, and then the African riflemen had to make their way down the rock face. It was one of them who was searching the cave floor with the utmost care for the pieces of the broken knife. No time to wonder how it had happened, or whether it could be mended; but he was the knife bearer, and he had to gather it up safely. As he found each piece, he lifted it carefully, every nerve in his body aware of his missing fingers, and slipped it into the sheath. He could see the pieces quite easily, because the metal caught the gleam from outside: seven of them, the smallest being the point itself. He picked them all up and then turned back to try and make sense of the fight outside.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
John William Waterhouse Waterhouse Ophelia
John William Waterhouse Waterhouse OpheliaLeonardo da Vinci Portrait of Ginevra BenciLeonardo da Vinci The Madonna of the Carnation
stepped through into the new world she found herself not at the foot of a towering cliff but almost at the top of a low outcrop overlooking a vast plain.
It was evening here, too, and she sat down to breathe the air and rest her limbs and taste the wonder without rushing., they would have overtopped the redwoods by half again, at least. Their foliage was dense and dark green, their vast trunks gold-red in the heavy evening light.
And finally, herds of creatures, too far off to see distinctly, grazed on the prairie. There was a strangeness about their movement that she couldn't quite work out.
She was desperately tired, and thirsty and hungry besides. Somewhere nearby, thoughWide golden light, and an endless prairie or savanna, like nothing she had ever seen in her own world. To begin with, although most of it was covered in short grass in an infinite variety of buff-brown-green-ocher-yellow-golden shades, and undulating very gently in a way that the long evening light showed up clearly, the prairie seemed to be laced through and through with what looked like rivers of rock with a light gray surface.And secondly, here and there on the plain were stands of the tallest trees Mary had ever seen. Attending a high-energy physics conference once in California, she had taken time out to look at the great redwood trees, and marveled; but whatever these trees were
stepped through into the new world she found herself not at the foot of a towering cliff but almost at the top of a low outcrop overlooking a vast plain.
It was evening here, too, and she sat down to breathe the air and rest her limbs and taste the wonder without rushing., they would have overtopped the redwoods by half again, at least. Their foliage was dense and dark green, their vast trunks gold-red in the heavy evening light.
And finally, herds of creatures, too far off to see distinctly, grazed on the prairie. There was a strangeness about their movement that she couldn't quite work out.
She was desperately tired, and thirsty and hungry besides. Somewhere nearby, thoughWide golden light, and an endless prairie or savanna, like nothing she had ever seen in her own world. To begin with, although most of it was covered in short grass in an infinite variety of buff-brown-green-ocher-yellow-golden shades, and undulating very gently in a way that the long evening light showed up clearly, the prairie seemed to be laced through and through with what looked like rivers of rock with a light gray surface.And secondly, here and there on the plain were stands of the tallest trees Mary had ever seen. Attending a high-energy physics conference once in California, she had taken time out to look at the great redwood trees, and marveled; but whatever these trees were
Monday, January 12, 2009
Vincent van Gogh Le Moulin de la Galette
Vincent van Gogh Le Moulin de la GaletteVincent van Gogh Farmhouse in ProvenceVincent van Gogh Wheat Field with Cypresses
effective in work and in. The 7 Habits include being proactive, beginning with the end in mind, putting first things first, thinking win/win, seeking first to understand, synergizing, and sharpening the saw. His 8th habit boils down to “Find your voice and inspire others to find theirs.” 14. Tao Te Ching, by Lao Tzu. This fundamental Taoist of a Zen-like world view with those of logic and reason. While Pirsig might seen to represent logic and reason for some of the book, it later becomes apparent that he believes the two should be merged. He writes that despite the book’s title, “it should in no way be associated with that great body of factual information relating to orthodox Zen Buddhist practice. It’s not very factual on motorcycles, either.”16. The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari, by Robin Sharma. The book is a fable, and classic is an excellent read for something that’s 1,500 years old (or thereabouts). It’ll teach you the basics of Eastern philosophy and a thing or two about life itself. 15. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert Pirsig. A modern classic, Pirsig travels the countryside with his son and friends, and explores the competing principles
effective in work and in. The 7 Habits include being proactive, beginning with the end in mind, putting first things first, thinking win/win, seeking first to understand, synergizing, and sharpening the saw. His 8th habit boils down to “Find your voice and inspire others to find theirs.” 14. Tao Te Ching, by Lao Tzu. This fundamental Taoist of a Zen-like world view with those of logic and reason. While Pirsig might seen to represent logic and reason for some of the book, it later becomes apparent that he believes the two should be merged. He writes that despite the book’s title, “it should in no way be associated with that great body of factual information relating to orthodox Zen Buddhist practice. It’s not very factual on motorcycles, either.”16. The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari, by Robin Sharma. The book is a fable, and classic is an excellent read for something that’s 1,500 years old (or thereabouts). It’ll teach you the basics of Eastern philosophy and a thing or two about life itself. 15. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert Pirsig. A modern classic, Pirsig travels the countryside with his son and friends, and explores the competing principles
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema A Sculptors Model
Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema A Sculptors ModelFranz Marc Turm der blauen PferdeFranz Marc Der Traum
This popular dance form blends various characteristics of Cuban dances like “Montuno” and “Danzon.” In fact, Rumba is danced with extra beats at times. In “Cha Cha,” you can find all these features. The name of this dance could have dance form of Latin America. Carimbo is mainly a folk dance form that has originated from Para in the Brazilian Amazon. This dance form is practiced by the people of the Marajo Island. It is also famous among the inhabitants of the capital of Belem. The vocal accompanied by string instruments and percussion. Dancers perform this dance in a circle. At times, the women dancers throw handkerchief on been derived from “Guaracha,” a Cuban dance or the Spanish “Cha Cha,” which means nursemaid. While performing this dance a typical sound of the feet can be heard because of some particular steps. This is the reason that many people also call it “Cha Cha Cha.” It is danced at nearly 120 beats a minute.CarimboThe word Carimbo owes its origin to Africa. Carimbo mainly refers to a large drum made of tree-trunk and deer skin. Carimbo also indicates a popular
This popular dance form blends various characteristics of Cuban dances like “Montuno” and “Danzon.” In fact, Rumba is danced with extra beats at times. In “Cha Cha,” you can find all these features. The name of this dance could have dance form of Latin America. Carimbo is mainly a folk dance form that has originated from Para in the Brazilian Amazon. This dance form is practiced by the people of the Marajo Island. It is also famous among the inhabitants of the capital of Belem. The vocal accompanied by string instruments and percussion. Dancers perform this dance in a circle. At times, the women dancers throw handkerchief on been derived from “Guaracha,” a Cuban dance or the Spanish “Cha Cha,” which means nursemaid. While performing this dance a typical sound of the feet can be heard because of some particular steps. This is the reason that many people also call it “Cha Cha Cha.” It is danced at nearly 120 beats a minute.CarimboThe word Carimbo owes its origin to Africa. Carimbo mainly refers to a large drum made of tree-trunk and deer skin. Carimbo also indicates a popular
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Andy Warhol Portrait of Maurice
Andy Warhol Portrait of MauriceAndy Warhol Pink SamAndy Warhol Pink Cow
Australia last month, finds a link between clinical Depression and an online sex life. 1,325 men from the US and Australia were surveyed about their Internet sex habits, which might include trolling for porn, participating in online chats, or doing things with webcams. They were also asked questions designed to elucidate the respondents' state of and the amount of time spent engaged in online sexual activity.
However, before you toss that bottle of Xanax, remember that correlation does not always imply causation. Is the reliance on online sex responsible for the and anxiety, a symptom of those feelings, or a relief mechanism? It's certainly possible that underlying psychological issues in the users' lives are driving them to reliance on online sex. mental health with regards to Depression.A significant percentage (27 percent) of those surveyed displayed moderate to severe depression, with similar numbers suffering from anxiety (30 percent) and stress (35 percent). Marcus Squirrell, a PhD student at Swinburne University of Technology in Melbourne, Australia, and the author of the study, found a correlation between the severity of Depression
Australia last month, finds a link between clinical Depression and an online sex life. 1,325 men from the US and Australia were surveyed about their Internet sex habits, which might include trolling for porn, participating in online chats, or doing things with webcams. They were also asked questions designed to elucidate the respondents' state of and the amount of time spent engaged in online sexual activity.
However, before you toss that bottle of Xanax, remember that correlation does not always imply causation. Is the reliance on online sex responsible for the and anxiety, a symptom of those feelings, or a relief mechanism? It's certainly possible that underlying psychological issues in the users' lives are driving them to reliance on online sex. mental health with regards to Depression.A significant percentage (27 percent) of those surveyed displayed moderate to severe depression, with similar numbers suffering from anxiety (30 percent) and stress (35 percent). Marcus Squirrell, a PhD student at Swinburne University of Technology in Melbourne, Australia, and the author of the study, found a correlation between the severity of Depression
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Jack Vettriano long time Gone
Jack Vettriano long time GoneJack Vettriano Lazy Hazy DaysJack Vettriano Just Another Day
went on one a your little trips—price tag still on it after five years—and I tied a note on the end of the line. It said, hello Ennis, bring , Alma. And then you come back and said you’d caught a bunch a browns and ate them up. Remember? I looked in the case when I got a chance and there was my note still tied there and that line hadn’t touched got drunk, had a short dirty fight and left. He didn’t try to see his girls for a long time, figuring they would look him up when they got the sense and years to move out from Alma.
They were no longer young men with all of it before them. Jack had filled out through the shoulders and though the word “water” had called out its domestic cousin she twisted the faucet, sluiced the plates. “That don’t mean nothin.”“Don’t lie, don’t try to fool me, Ennis. I know what it means. Jack Twist? Jack Nasty. You and him—“ She’d overstepped his line. He seized her wrist; tears sprang and rolled, a dish clattered.“Shut up,” he said. nothin about it.”“I’m goin a yell for Bill.”“You f*ckin go right ahead. Go on and f*ckin yell. I’ll make him eat the f*ckin floor and you too.” He gave another wrench that left her with a burning bracelet, shoved his hat on backwards and slammed out. He went to the Black and Blue Eagle bar that night,
went on one a your little trips—price tag still on it after five years—and I tied a note on the end of the line. It said, hello Ennis, bring , Alma. And then you come back and said you’d caught a bunch a browns and ate them up. Remember? I looked in the case when I got a chance and there was my note still tied there and that line hadn’t touched got drunk, had a short dirty fight and left. He didn’t try to see his girls for a long time, figuring they would look him up when they got the sense and years to move out from Alma.
They were no longer young men with all of it before them. Jack had filled out through the shoulders and though the word “water” had called out its domestic cousin she twisted the faucet, sluiced the plates. “That don’t mean nothin.”“Don’t lie, don’t try to fool me, Ennis. I know what it means. Jack Twist? Jack Nasty. You and him—“ She’d overstepped his line. He seized her wrist; tears sprang and rolled, a dish clattered.“Shut up,” he said. nothin about it.”“I’m goin a yell for Bill.”“You f*ckin go right ahead. Go on and f*ckin yell. I’ll make him eat the f*ckin floor and you too.” He gave another wrench that left her with a burning bracelet, shoved his hat on backwards and slammed out. He went to the Black and Blue Eagle bar that night,
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Jack Vettriano The Model and the Drifter
Jack Vettriano The Model and the DrifterJack Vettriano The Missing ManJack Vettriano The Missing Man I
There was a general stampede. The walls of the cottage lost their splendour. All ran hither and thither, to return to their proper shape: Fire could not find his chimney; Water ran about looking for her tap; Sugar stood moaning in front of his torn wrapper; and Bread, the biggest of the loaves, was unable to squeeze into his pan, in which the other loaves had jumped higgledy-piggledy, taking up all the room. As for the Dog: he had grown too large for the the Dog, who was delighted at remaining human as long as possible and who had already taken his stand next to Light, so as to be sure of going in front of his little master and mistress.
At that moment, there came a knocking even more dreadful than before. hole in his kennel; and the Cat also could not get into her basket. The Hours alone, who were accustomed always to run faster than Man wished, had slipped back into the clock without delay. Light stood motionless and unruffled, vainly setting an example of calmness to the others, who were all weeping and wailing around the Fairy: "What is going to happen?' they asked. "Is there any danger?" "Well," said the Fairy, "I am bound to tell you the truth: all those who accompany the two Children will die at the end of the journey." They began to cry like anything, all except
There was a general stampede. The walls of the cottage lost their splendour. All ran hither and thither, to return to their proper shape: Fire could not find his chimney; Water ran about looking for her tap; Sugar stood moaning in front of his torn wrapper; and Bread, the biggest of the loaves, was unable to squeeze into his pan, in which the other loaves had jumped higgledy-piggledy, taking up all the room. As for the Dog: he had grown too large for the the Dog, who was delighted at remaining human as long as possible and who had already taken his stand next to Light, so as to be sure of going in front of his little master and mistress.
At that moment, there came a knocking even more dreadful than before. hole in his kennel; and the Cat also could not get into her basket. The Hours alone, who were accustomed always to run faster than Man wished, had slipped back into the clock without delay. Light stood motionless and unruffled, vainly setting an example of calmness to the others, who were all weeping and wailing around the Fairy: "What is going to happen?' they asked. "Is there any danger?" "Well," said the Fairy, "I am bound to tell you the truth: all those who accompany the two Children will die at the end of the journey." They began to cry like anything, all except
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