Vincent van Gogh Cafe Terrace at NightVincent van Gogh The BedroomVincent van Gogh Wheatfield with Crows
the dead, and they have opened a way for the ghosts to come out. As soon as the dead reach the open, they dissolve as their daemons did, and it seems that this is the most sweet and desirable end for them. And the alethiometer tells me no, I know you can't predict. Is she, how is she, has she..."
"She is suffering, she is in pain, she is afraid. But she has the companionship of the boy, and of the two Gallivespian spies, and they are still all together."
"And the bomb?"
"The bomb did not hurt her."
Mrs. Coulter felt suddenly exhausted. She wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep for months, for years. Outside, the flag rope snapped and clattered in the wind, and the that the girl did this because she overheard a prophecy that there would come an end to death, and she thought that this was a task for her to accomplish. As a result, there is now a way out of the world of the dead."Mrs. Coulter couldn't speak. She had to turn away and go to the window to conceal the emotion on her face. Finally she said:"And will she come out alive?, But
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Paul Klee Senecio
Paul Klee SenecioRene Magritte The Blank CheckSir Lawrence Alma-Tadema In the Tepidarium
voices crying was impossible to tell: high, mournful shrieks and wails that hung in the air like the drifting filaments of a jellyfish, causing pain wherever they touched.
"There's a door," said Will in a hoarse, strained voice.
It was a battereda vulture, with the face and breasts of a woman. Will had seen pictures of creatures like her, and the word harpy came to mind as soon as he saw her clearly. Her face was smooth and unwrinkled, but aged beyond even the age of the wooden postern under a slab of stone. Before Will could lift his hand and open it, one of those high, harsh cries sounded very close by, jarring their ears and frightening them horribly.Immediately the Gallivespians darted into the air, the dragonflies like little warhorses eager for battle. But the thing that flew down swept them aside with a brutal blow from her wing, and then settled heavily on a ledge just above the children's heads. Tialys and Salmakia gathered themselves and soothed their shaken mounts.The thing was a great bird the size of
voices crying was impossible to tell: high, mournful shrieks and wails that hung in the air like the drifting filaments of a jellyfish, causing pain wherever they touched.
"There's a door," said Will in a hoarse, strained voice.
It was a battereda vulture, with the face and breasts of a woman. Will had seen pictures of creatures like her, and the word harpy came to mind as soon as he saw her clearly. Her face was smooth and unwrinkled, but aged beyond even the age of the wooden postern under a slab of stone. Before Will could lift his hand and open it, one of those high, harsh cries sounded very close by, jarring their ears and frightening them horribly.Immediately the Gallivespians darted into the air, the dragonflies like little warhorses eager for battle. But the thing that flew down swept them aside with a brutal blow from her wing, and then settled heavily on a ledge just above the children's heads. Tialys and Salmakia gathered themselves and soothed their shaken mounts.The thing was a great bird the size of
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Jack Vettriano Couple On The Promenade
Jack Vettriano Couple On The PromenadeJack Vettriano Contemplation of Betrayal 2001Jack Vettriano cold Hearts
of the... My heart nearly stopped... It was what they, we, what I had done to other children, but when it was mine... Oh, you can't conceive the horror of that moment, I hope you never suffer as I did then... But I got her free; I took her out;will take, I don't know, but she's growing up, after all. It's not hard to imagine. And now that the Church knows that, too, they'll kill her. If it all depends on her, could they risk letting her live? Would they dare take the chance that she'd refuse this temptation, whatever it will be?
"No, they're bound to kill her. If they could, they'd go back to the garden I saved her a second time."But even as I did that, I still felt myself part of the Church, a servant, a loyal and faithful and devoted servant, because I was doing the Authority's work."And then I learned the witches' prophecy. Lyra will somehow, sometime soon, be tempted, as Eve was, that's what they say. What form this temptation
of the... My heart nearly stopped... It was what they, we, what I had done to other children, but when it was mine... Oh, you can't conceive the horror of that moment, I hope you never suffer as I did then... But I got her free; I took her out;will take, I don't know, but she's growing up, after all. It's not hard to imagine. And now that the Church knows that, too, they'll kill her. If it all depends on her, could they risk letting her live? Would they dare take the chance that she'd refuse this temptation, whatever it will be?
"No, they're bound to kill her. If they could, they'd go back to the garden I saved her a second time."But even as I did that, I still felt myself part of the Church, a servant, a loyal and faithful and devoted servant, because I was doing the Authority's work."And then I learned the witches' prophecy. Lyra will somehow, sometime soon, be tempted, as Eve was, that's what they say. What form this temptation
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Thomas Kinkade London
Thomas Kinkade LondonThomas Kinkade Light of FreedomThomas Kinkade Graceland
Thank you," she said to her, her what? Her steed? Her cycle? Both ideas were absurdly wrong for the bright-eyed amiability that stood beside her. She settled for, friend.
He raised his trunk and imitated her words:
"Anku," he said, and again they laughed, in high spirits.
She took her washed. In return, they let her feel their trunks. They were infinitely flexible, and about as long as her arm, thicker where they joined the head, and quite powerful enough to crush her skull, she guessed. The two finger-like projections at the tip were capable of enormous force and great rucksack from the other creature ("Anku! Anku!") and walked with them off the basalt and on to the hard-packed earth of the village.And then her absorption truly began.In the next few days she learned so much that she felt like a child again, bewildered by school. What was more, the wheeled people seemed to be just as wonderstruck by her. Her hands, to begin with. They couldn't get enough of them: their delicate trunks felt over every joint, searching out thumbs, knuckles, and fingernails, flexing them gently, and they watched with amazement as she picked up her rucksack, conveyed food to her mouth, scratched, combed her hair,
Thank you," she said to her, her what? Her steed? Her cycle? Both ideas were absurdly wrong for the bright-eyed amiability that stood beside her. She settled for, friend.
He raised his trunk and imitated her words:
"Anku," he said, and again they laughed, in high spirits.
She took her washed. In return, they let her feel their trunks. They were infinitely flexible, and about as long as her arm, thicker where they joined the head, and quite powerful enough to crush her skull, she guessed. The two finger-like projections at the tip were capable of enormous force and great rucksack from the other creature ("Anku! Anku!") and walked with them off the basalt and on to the hard-packed earth of the village.And then her absorption truly began.In the next few days she learned so much that she felt like a child again, bewildered by school. What was more, the wheeled people seemed to be just as wonderstruck by her. Her hands, to begin with. They couldn't get enough of them: their delicate trunks felt over every joint, searching out thumbs, knuckles, and fingernails, flexing them gently, and they watched with amazement as she picked up her rucksack, conveyed food to her mouth, scratched, combed her hair,
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Thomas Kinkade CHRISTMAS MEMORIES
Thomas Kinkade CHRISTMAS MEMORIESThomas Kinkade BostonEdward Hopper Soir Bleu
What is it?" said the woman's voice, speaking to the monkey, and then the cave darkened as her form came into the entrance. "Has the girl been? Yes, there's the food she left. She shouldn't come in, though. We must arrange a spot on the path forhead: she could see the enchanted sleeper moving, tossing from side to side, throwing an arm across her eyes. She was waking!
And the woman took no notice!
She heard all right, because she looked up briefly, but she soon turned back to her herbs and the boiling water. She poured the decoction into a beaker and let it stand, and only then her to leave the food at."Without a glance at the sleeper, the woman stooped to bring the fire to life, and set a pan of water to heat while her daemon crouched nearby watching over the path. From time to time he got up and looked around the cave, and Ama, getting cramped and uncomfortable in her narrow hiding place, wished ardently that she'd waited outside and not gone in. How long was she going to be trapped?The woman was mixing some herbs and powders into the heating water. Ama could smell the astringent flavors as they drifted out with the steam. Then came a sound from the back of the cave: the girl was murmuring and stirring. Ama turned her
What is it?" said the woman's voice, speaking to the monkey, and then the cave darkened as her form came into the entrance. "Has the girl been? Yes, there's the food she left. She shouldn't come in, though. We must arrange a spot on the path forhead: she could see the enchanted sleeper moving, tossing from side to side, throwing an arm across her eyes. She was waking!
And the woman took no notice!
She heard all right, because she looked up briefly, but she soon turned back to her herbs and the boiling water. She poured the decoction into a beaker and let it stand, and only then her to leave the food at."Without a glance at the sleeper, the woman stooped to bring the fire to life, and set a pan of water to heat while her daemon crouched nearby watching over the path. From time to time he got up and looked around the cave, and Ama, getting cramped and uncomfortable in her narrow hiding place, wished ardently that she'd waited outside and not gone in. How long was she going to be trapped?The woman was mixing some herbs and powders into the heating water. Ama could smell the astringent flavors as they drifted out with the steam. Then came a sound from the back of the cave: the girl was murmuring and stirring. Ama turned her
Monday, January 12, 2009
Thomas Kinkade Evening on the Avenue
Thomas Kinkade Evening on the AvenueThomas Kinkade Cobblestone ChristmasThomas Kinkade Cobblestone Brooke Personal Development for Smart People gets a very solid 4.25 out of 5 on my list of stars (that doesn’t actually exist). I’m no professional book reviewer. However, I’m a HUGE Personal Development FAN, Steve clearly points out the significant impact and control habits have over our lives. I particularly liked his imagination exercise where he asks readers to use their mind’s principles; truth, love and power. These support and spawn the four secondary principles; oneness, authority, courage and intelligence. While his theories align very well to support having read seemingly everything in the genre and I’m most impressed with Steve’s first effort. Very well done! I recommend you not only buy this for yourself but for those special people in your life who may need a little guidance. Personal Development for Smart People would make for a very unique and thoughtful gift this holiday season.
Thanks again Steve! Wishing you all the Best! I look forward to watching this scale the Amazon charts.
Thanks again Steve! Wishing you all the Best! I look forward to watching this scale the Amazon charts.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Alexandre Cabanel Ophelia
Alexandre Cabanel OpheliaAlexandre Cabanel CleopatraThomas Gainsborough The Watering Place
This is truly a favorite of men everywhere. Just the thought of it isenough to bring most guys to full attention.There's something about being on his stomach that makes everythingyour man feels much more intense. Perhaps it's the increased bloodflow caused by gravity.Here's What You Need:One webbed patio lounge chair.Two starts to riseand his feet will rest where one's head would normally go).Your man's penis should now be dangling through the opening.Get under the chair and lie on your back on top of the pillows. Positionyour mouth directly under your man's penis. Grip the outermost edges ofthe chair and pull yourself up and pleasure your man orally.pillows.One roll of masking tape.Here's How You Do It:Adjust the back of the lounge chair so that it lays flat (if it won't go downall the way, don't worry about it; we'll fix that in a second).Place the pillows directly under the chair, lengthwise.Pull the center-most straps apart and, using the masking tape, affix themto the next-closest straps. This creates an opening in the chair aboutfour or five inches wide.Get your man naked. Have him lie in the chair on his stomach. If thechair is flat, he can lie with his head in either direction. If the back of thechair is still at a bit of an angle, have him lie with his head at the otherend (his knees can easily bend where the back of the chair
This is truly a favorite of men everywhere. Just the thought of it isenough to bring most guys to full attention.There's something about being on his stomach that makes everythingyour man feels much more intense. Perhaps it's the increased bloodflow caused by gravity.Here's What You Need:One webbed patio lounge chair.Two starts to riseand his feet will rest where one's head would normally go).Your man's penis should now be dangling through the opening.Get under the chair and lie on your back on top of the pillows. Positionyour mouth directly under your man's penis. Grip the outermost edges ofthe chair and pull yourself up and pleasure your man orally.pillows.One roll of masking tape.Here's How You Do It:Adjust the back of the lounge chair so that it lays flat (if it won't go downall the way, don't worry about it; we'll fix that in a second).Place the pillows directly under the chair, lengthwise.Pull the center-most straps apart and, using the masking tape, affix themto the next-closest straps. This creates an opening in the chair aboutfour or five inches wide.Get your man naked. Have him lie in the chair on his stomach. If thechair is flat, he can lie with his head in either direction. If the back of thechair is still at a bit of an angle, have him lie with his head at the otherend (his knees can easily bend where the back of the chair
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Andy Warhol So Slow
Andy Warhol So SlowAndy Warhol Shot Orange Marilyn 1964Andy Warhol Shot Blue Marilyn 1964
recalled the fate of Marco Polo who died under a cloud of contempt. Men of his time thought him a fake; nobody believed in the existence of the China he had seen and described.
But now, at seventy years of age, anxiety over such skepticism no longer troubles me. I am firmly convinced that, however justified
By the time von Urban published his book in 1949, Freudian analysis had captivated Western culture, convincing people that repressed sexual desire was behind most of humanity’s ills. Accepting this premise (and those of Freud's pupil, Wilhelm Reich, who clamored even more loudly for unrestrained sexual expression), most it may seem today, it will disappear, post mortem, when my findings are verified.Despite his courage, and despite the benefits of Karezza with which he was familiar, he emphasized delaying orgasm rather than avoiding it altogether. Even so, his colleagues were right. The American Journal of Psychotherapy criticized his work, It is unfortunate that von Urban’s laudable desire to promote marital has tempted him to lay down sex hard and fast “rules” for sex….
recalled the fate of Marco Polo who died under a cloud of contempt. Men of his time thought him a fake; nobody believed in the existence of the China he had seen and described.
But now, at seventy years of age, anxiety over such skepticism no longer troubles me. I am firmly convinced that, however justified
By the time von Urban published his book in 1949, Freudian analysis had captivated Western culture, convincing people that repressed sexual desire was behind most of humanity’s ills. Accepting this premise (and those of Freud's pupil, Wilhelm Reich, who clamored even more loudly for unrestrained sexual expression), most it may seem today, it will disappear, post mortem, when my findings are verified.Despite his courage, and despite the benefits of Karezza with which he was familiar, he emphasized delaying orgasm rather than avoiding it altogether. Even so, his colleagues were right. The American Journal of Psychotherapy criticized his work, It is unfortunate that von Urban’s laudable desire to promote marital has tempted him to lay down sex hard and fast “rules” for sex….
Monday, January 5, 2009
Jack Vettriano Angel
Jack Vettriano AngelJack Vettriano And So to BedJack Vettriano an Imperfect past
WEEKS and months had passed since the children's departure on their journey; and the hour of separation was at hand. Light had been very sad lately; she had counted the days in sorrow, without a word to the Animals and Things, who had no idea of the misfortune that threatened them.
On the day when we ; and Sugar presented a most piteous sight. The poor fellow was reduced to a shadow of his former self, shrank visibly day by day and was sillier than ever, while Water, in marrying, had lost her principal charm, her simplicity. The Cat had remained the liar that she always was; and our dear friend Tylô had never been able to overcome his hatred for her. see them for the last time, they were all out in the of the temple. Light stood watching them from a marble terrace, with Tyltyl and Mytyl sleeping by her side. Much had happened in the past twelve months; but the Animals and Things, which had no intelligence to guide it, had made no progress: on the contrary! Bread had eaten so much that he was now not able to walk: Milk, devoted as ever, dragged him along in a Bath chair. Fire's nasty temper had made him quarrel with everybody and he had become very lonely and unhappy in consequence. Water, who had no will of her own, had ended by yielding to Sugar's sweet entreaties: they were now married
WEEKS and months had passed since the children's departure on their journey; and the hour of separation was at hand. Light had been very sad lately; she had counted the days in sorrow, without a word to the Animals and Things, who had no idea of the misfortune that threatened them.
On the day when we ; and Sugar presented a most piteous sight. The poor fellow was reduced to a shadow of his former self, shrank visibly day by day and was sillier than ever, while Water, in marrying, had lost her principal charm, her simplicity. The Cat had remained the liar that she always was; and our dear friend Tylô had never been able to overcome his hatred for her. see them for the last time, they were all out in the of the temple. Light stood watching them from a marble terrace, with Tyltyl and Mytyl sleeping by her side. Much had happened in the past twelve months; but the Animals and Things, which had no intelligence to guide it, had made no progress: on the contrary! Bread had eaten so much that he was now not able to walk: Milk, devoted as ever, dragged him along in a Bath chair. Fire's nasty temper had made him quarrel with everybody and he had become very lonely and unhappy in consequence. Water, who had no will of her own, had ended by yielding to Sugar's sweet entreaties: they were now married
Friday, January 2, 2009
Abrishami The Mirror
Abrishami The MirrorAbrishami Tender ShoulderAbrishami TASTE OF TUSCANYAbrishami Sun Swing
It's just short aircar trip brought Arthur and the old Magrathean to a doorway. They left the car and went through the door into a waiting room full of glass-topped tables and perspex awards. Almost immediately, a light flashed above the door at Earth creature." Arthur glanced around and suddenly yelped. "Ugh!" he said. "There are mice on the table!" There was an awkward silence as everyone looked pointedly at Arthur. He was busy staring at two white mice sitting in what looked like whisky glasses on the table. He heard the silence and glanced around at everyone. "Oh!" he said, with sudden realization. "Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't quite the other side of the room and they entered. "Arthur! You're safe!" a voice cried. "Am I?" said Arthur, rather startled. "Oh good." The lighting was rather subdued and it took him a moment or so to see Ford, Trillian and Zaphod sitting round a large table beautifully decked out with exotic dishes, strange sweetmeats and bizarre fruits. They were stuffing their faces. "What happened to you?" demanded Arthur. "Well," said Zaphod, attacking a boneful of grilled muscle, "our guests here have been gassing us and zapping our minds and being generally weird and have now given us a rather nice meal to make it up to us. Here," he said hoiking out a lump of evil smelling meat from a bowl, "have some Vegan Rhino's cutlet. It's delicious if you happen to like that sort of thing." "Hosts?" said Arthur. "What hosts? I don't see any ..." A small voice said, "Welcome to lunch,
It's just short aircar trip brought Arthur and the old Magrathean to a doorway. They left the car and went through the door into a waiting room full of glass-topped tables and perspex awards. Almost immediately, a light flashed above the door at Earth creature." Arthur glanced around and suddenly yelped. "Ugh!" he said. "There are mice on the table!" There was an awkward silence as everyone looked pointedly at Arthur. He was busy staring at two white mice sitting in what looked like whisky glasses on the table. He heard the silence and glanced around at everyone. "Oh!" he said, with sudden realization. "Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't quite the other side of the room and they entered. "Arthur! You're safe!" a voice cried. "Am I?" said Arthur, rather startled. "Oh good." The lighting was rather subdued and it took him a moment or so to see Ford, Trillian and Zaphod sitting round a large table beautifully decked out with exotic dishes, strange sweetmeats and bizarre fruits. They were stuffing their faces. "What happened to you?" demanded Arthur. "Well," said Zaphod, attacking a boneful of grilled muscle, "our guests here have been gassing us and zapping our minds and being generally weird and have now given us a rather nice meal to make it up to us. Here," he said hoiking out a lump of evil smelling meat from a bowl, "have some Vegan Rhino's cutlet. It's delicious if you happen to like that sort of thing." "Hosts?" said Arthur. "What hosts? I don't see any ..." A small voice said, "Welcome to lunch,
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