Gustav Klimt DanaeSalvador Dali The Persistence of MemorySalvador Dali Figure at a Window
The bird's head exploded in a mist of red and white, and the creature blundered on clumsily for several steps before sinking onto its breast. It didn't die for a minute or more; the legs kicked, the wings rose and fell, and the great bird beat itself He raised the rifle to his shoulder again and saw them react, shifting backward clumsily, crowding together. They understood.
They were fine, strong creatures, large and broad-backed, like living boats, in fact. If they knew what death was, thought Father Gomez, and if they could see the connection between death and himself, then there was the basis of a fruitful understanding between them. Once they had truly learned to fear him, they would do exactly as he said.around and around in a bloody circle, kicking up the rough grass, until a long, bubbling expiration from its lungs ended with a coughing spray of red, and it fell still.The other birds had stopped as soon as the first one fell, and stood watching it, and watching the man, too. There was a quick, ferocious intelligence in their eyes. They looked from him to the dead bird, from that to the rifle, from the rifle to his face.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Amedeo Modigliani Reclining Nude
Amedeo Modigliani Reclining NudePierre Auguste Renoir Dance at Bougival IThomas Kinkade Mountain Paradise
before, and she beat her dark wings so hard that Will and Lyra both felt the wind and staggered. But she clung to the stone with her claws, and her face was suffused with dark red anger, and her hair stood out from her head like a crest of serpents.
Will tugged at beat her wings clumsily and half-fell onto the ground.
Lyra called out, "Tialys! Salmakia! Stop, stop!"
The spies reined back their dragonflies and skimmed high over the children's heads. Other dark forms were clustering in the fog, and the jeering screams of a hundred Lyra's hand, and they both tried to run toward the door, but the harpy launched herself at them in a fury and only pulled up from the dive when Will turned, thrusting Lyra behind him and holding up the knife.The Gallivespians were on her at once, darting close at her face and then darting away again, unable to get in a blow but distracting her so that she
before, and she beat her dark wings so hard that Will and Lyra both felt the wind and staggered. But she clung to the stone with her claws, and her face was suffused with dark red anger, and her hair stood out from her head like a crest of serpents.
Will tugged at beat her wings clumsily and half-fell onto the ground.
Lyra called out, "Tialys! Salmakia! Stop, stop!"
The spies reined back their dragonflies and skimmed high over the children's heads. Other dark forms were clustering in the fog, and the jeering screams of a hundred Lyra's hand, and they both tried to run toward the door, but the harpy launched herself at them in a fury and only pulled up from the dive when Will turned, thrusting Lyra behind him and holding up the knife.The Gallivespians were on her at once, darting close at her face and then darting away again, unable to get in a blow but distracting her so that she
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Jack Vettriano Bluebird At Bonneville
Jack Vettriano Bluebird At BonnevilleJack Vettriano BladesJack Vettriano Blades II
already agreed to abide by his commanders' wishes.
Mrs. Coulter looked at him with an expression of mild and virtuous concern. He was certain that no one else could see the glitter of sly triumph in the depths of her beautiful eyes.
"Stay, then," he said. "But you've spoken enough. Stay quiet now. I want to consider this proposal for a garrison on the the children, and Lord Asriel no longer had a spy in the Magisterium, their knowledge would soon be dangerously out of date. An idea came to Mrs. Coulter's mind, and she and the monkey daemon exchanged a glance that felt like a powerful southern border. You've all seen the report: is it workable? Is it desirable? Next I want to look at the armory. And then I want to hear from Xaphania about the dispositions of the angelic forces. First, the garrison. King Ogunwe?"The African leader began. They spoke for some time, and Mrs. Coulter was impressed by their accurate knowledge of the Church's defenses, and their clear assessment of its leaders' strengths.But now that Tialys and Salmakia were with
already agreed to abide by his commanders' wishes.
Mrs. Coulter looked at him with an expression of mild and virtuous concern. He was certain that no one else could see the glitter of sly triumph in the depths of her beautiful eyes.
"Stay, then," he said. "But you've spoken enough. Stay quiet now. I want to consider this proposal for a garrison on the the children, and Lord Asriel no longer had a spy in the Magisterium, their knowledge would soon be dangerously out of date. An idea came to Mrs. Coulter's mind, and she and the monkey daemon exchanged a glance that felt like a powerful southern border. You've all seen the report: is it workable? Is it desirable? Next I want to look at the armory. And then I want to hear from Xaphania about the dispositions of the angelic forces. First, the garrison. King Ogunwe?"The African leader began. They spoke for some time, and Mrs. Coulter was impressed by their accurate knowledge of the Church's defenses, and their clear assessment of its leaders' strengths.But now that Tialys and Salmakia were with
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Alphonse Maria Mucha Gismonda
Alphonse Maria Mucha GismondaPierre Auguste Renoir The UmbrellasPierre Auguste Renoir Les baigneuses
she was as bad as him."
"There was a girl, too?" said the priest, trying not to seem too interested.
"Lying filth," spat the red-haired child. "We nearly killed them both, but then there came some women, flying women...” 'go past, because there ain' no one like her in Ci'gazze, not before and not now. She be easy to find."
"Thank you, Angelica," said the priest. "Bless you, my children."
He shouldered his pack, left the and set off through the hot, silent streets"Witches," said Paolo."Witches, and we couldn' fight them. They took them away, the girl and boy. We don' know where they went. But the woman, she came later. We thought maybe she got some kind of knife, to keep the Specters away, all right. And maybe you have, too," she added, lifting her chin to stare at him boldly."I have no knife," said Father Gomez. "But I have a sacred task. Maybe that is protecting me against these, Specters.""Yeah," said the girl, "maybe. Anyway, you want her, she went south, toward the mountains. We don' know where. But you ask anyone, they know if she
she was as bad as him."
"There was a girl, too?" said the priest, trying not to seem too interested.
"Lying filth," spat the red-haired child. "We nearly killed them both, but then there came some women, flying women...” 'go past, because there ain' no one like her in Ci'gazze, not before and not now. She be easy to find."
"Thank you, Angelica," said the priest. "Bless you, my children."
He shouldered his pack, left the and set off through the hot, silent streets"Witches," said Paolo."Witches, and we couldn' fight them. They took them away, the girl and boy. We don' know where they went. But the woman, she came later. We thought maybe she got some kind of knife, to keep the Specters away, all right. And maybe you have, too," she added, lifting her chin to stare at him boldly."I have no knife," said Father Gomez. "But I have a sacred task. Maybe that is protecting me against these, Specters.""Yeah," said the girl, "maybe. Anyway, you want her, she went south, toward the mountains. We don' know where. But you ask anyone, they know if she
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Lord Frederick Leighton Solitude
Lord Frederick Leighton SolitudeFrancois Boucher Venus Consoling LoveFrancois Boucher The Toilet of Venus
Maybe. But I won't tell you what it is. I can give you the Medicine, not tell you the secret."
"All right, thank you, that is a great blessing," she said, bowing several times.
"What is the disease, and who has it?" the old man said.
"It's a sleeping sickness," Ama explained. "It's come upon the son of my father's cousin."
She was being extra clever, she knew, changing the sex of the sufferer, just in case the healer had heard of the woman in the cave.
"And how old is at once to seek your advice."
"I should see the patient and examine him thoroughly, and inquire into the positions of the planets at the hour when he fell asleep. These things can't be done in a hurry."
"Is there no Medicine you can give me to take back?"
The bat daemon fell off her beam and fluttered blackly aside before she hit the floor, darting silently across the room again and again, too quickly for Ama to follow; but the bright eyes of the healer saw exactly where she went, and when she had hung once more upside this boy?""Three years older than me, Pagdzin tulku," she guessed, "so he is twelve years old. He sleeps and sleeps and can't wake up.""Why haven't his parents come to me? Why did they send you?""Because they live far on the other side of my village and they are very poor, Pagdzin tulku. I only heard of my kinsman's illness yesterday and I came
Maybe. But I won't tell you what it is. I can give you the Medicine, not tell you the secret."
"All right, thank you, that is a great blessing," she said, bowing several times.
"What is the disease, and who has it?" the old man said.
"It's a sleeping sickness," Ama explained. "It's come upon the son of my father's cousin."
She was being extra clever, she knew, changing the sex of the sufferer, just in case the healer had heard of the woman in the cave.
"And how old is at once to seek your advice."
"I should see the patient and examine him thoroughly, and inquire into the positions of the planets at the hour when he fell asleep. These things can't be done in a hurry."
"Is there no Medicine you can give me to take back?"
The bat daemon fell off her beam and fluttered blackly aside before she hit the floor, darting silently across the room again and again, too quickly for Ama to follow; but the bright eyes of the healer saw exactly where she went, and when she had hung once more upside this boy?""Three years older than me, Pagdzin tulku," she guessed, "so he is twelve years old. He sleeps and sleeps and can't wake up.""Why haven't his parents come to me? Why did they send you?""Because they live far on the other side of my village and they are very poor, Pagdzin tulku. I only heard of my kinsman's illness yesterday and I came
Monday, January 12, 2009
Thomas Kinkade Besides Still Waters
Thomas Kinkade Besides Still WatersThomas Kinkade Abundant HarvestThomas Kinkade A Holiday Gathering
Dr. Stuart Kauffman is one of the characters in the Walldrop’s book. He is one of the most passionate, dedicated and original thinkers about Complex Systems. A few decades ago, while in medical school, he wanted to understand gene networks and came up with a model known as K-N nets. Fascinated with the ideas, he choose science instead of Medicine and went on to work on complexity.During the twentieth century scientists made amazing discoveries about the brain. They also discovered just how little we know about the function of what is likely to be the most interesting and powerful object in the universe. Among the large number of books written on the subject, this book written by Danish journalist Tor Norretranders is a standout.
In this book he explores a range of fascinating topics - like gene challenging book, Kauffman postulates that is not an accident, but an expected and even inevitable consequence of the laws of self-organization.
Dr. Stuart Kauffman is one of the characters in the Walldrop’s book. He is one of the most passionate, dedicated and original thinkers about Complex Systems. A few decades ago, while in medical school, he wanted to understand gene networks and came up with a model known as K-N nets. Fascinated with the ideas, he choose science instead of Medicine and went on to work on complexity.During the twentieth century scientists made amazing discoveries about the brain. They also discovered just how little we know about the function of what is likely to be the most interesting and powerful object in the universe. Among the large number of books written on the subject, this book written by Danish journalist Tor Norretranders is a standout.
In this book he explores a range of fascinating topics - like gene challenging book, Kauffman postulates that is not an accident, but an expected and even inevitable consequence of the laws of self-organization.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Sandro Botticelli Pallas and the Centaur
Sandro Botticelli Pallas and the CentaurSandro Botticelli Madonna in Glory with SeraphimJean Beraud La Rue de la Paix 1907
You know how soft and sensual Angora feels against your skin?Imagine how good if feels against your man's most sensitive flesh.Here's What You Need:One Angora sweater.Here's How You Do It:Get you man naked. Have him lie on his back with his legs slightly apart.Put on the sweater. Pull one sleeve down so that it covers sweet, mouth-watering trickle of maple syrup -- it's not just for breakfastanymore.Here's What You Need:One bottle of maple syrup.Here's How You Do It:Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back.Hold the bottle about twelve inches above your man's body and apply asmall amount of syrup to his penis and inner thighs.Using your tongue, lick the syrup from his inner thighs. This will give thesyrup you poured on his penis time to spread down over his testicles.Use your tongue there next.Pleasure your man orally, taking time to slowly and methodically lick andsuck the remaining syrup into your mouth.Continue until your man pops up like a toaster waffleyour handcompletely.Brush your sweater-covered hand lightly against your man's testicles.Do this for at least a minute, then wrap your hand around his penis andpleasure him manually.Continue until your man approaches orgasm. Then, since you probablywant to keep your sweater clean, place your mouth over his penis as heclimaxes.PAGE
You know how soft and sensual Angora feels against your skin?Imagine how good if feels against your man's most sensitive flesh.Here's What You Need:One Angora sweater.Here's How You Do It:Get you man naked. Have him lie on his back with his legs slightly apart.Put on the sweater. Pull one sleeve down so that it covers sweet, mouth-watering trickle of maple syrup -- it's not just for breakfastanymore.Here's What You Need:One bottle of maple syrup.Here's How You Do It:Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back.Hold the bottle about twelve inches above your man's body and apply asmall amount of syrup to his penis and inner thighs.Using your tongue, lick the syrup from his inner thighs. This will give thesyrup you poured on his penis time to spread down over his testicles.Use your tongue there next.Pleasure your man orally, taking time to slowly and methodically lick andsuck the remaining syrup into your mouth.Continue until your man pops up like a toaster waffleyour handcompletely.Brush your sweater-covered hand lightly against your man's testicles.Do this for at least a minute, then wrap your hand around his penis andpleasure him manually.Continue until your man approaches orgasm. Then, since you probablywant to keep your sweater clean, place your mouth over his penis as heclimaxes.PAGE
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Andy Warhol Pink Sam
Andy Warhol Pink SamAndy Warhol Pink CowAndy Warhol Page from Lips Book
saving the government billions of dollars for hospitals, detention Homes, reformatories, and prisons but, what is even more important, procuring for America a more mature, happy and healthy population whose energies are not wasted in Since Freud’s lifetime scholars have dug up letters and contemporaneous case notes that demonstrate Freud did not, in fact, produce dramatic cures. In 1998 professor Frederick C. Crews published a series of essays by experts, called Unauthorized Freud: Doubters Confront a Legend.2
Was the father of psychoanalysis a fraud? … The myth: Sigmund Freud was the domestic conflicts that are exhausting. Who was Sigmund Freud?So who was this giant whose insights have indirectly played a major role in our resistance to exploring the benefits of controlling our sexual desire, and how did he reach his conclusions? In investigating this question I learned that Freud supported his conclusions with only six full case studies. Some of the patients were not even his.
saving the government billions of dollars for hospitals, detention Homes, reformatories, and prisons but, what is even more important, procuring for America a more mature, happy and healthy population whose energies are not wasted in Since Freud’s lifetime scholars have dug up letters and contemporaneous case notes that demonstrate Freud did not, in fact, produce dramatic cures. In 1998 professor Frederick C. Crews published a series of essays by experts, called Unauthorized Freud: Doubters Confront a Legend.2
Was the father of psychoanalysis a fraud? … The myth: Sigmund Freud was the domestic conflicts that are exhausting. Who was Sigmund Freud?So who was this giant whose insights have indirectly played a major role in our resistance to exploring the benefits of controlling our sexual desire, and how did he reach his conclusions? In investigating this question I learned that Freud supported his conclusions with only six full case studies. Some of the patients were not even his.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Jack Vettriano Bluebird
Jack Vettriano BluebirdJack Vettriano Bluebird At BonnevilleJack Vettriano Blades
Now we know enough of Man to entertain no doubt as to the fate which he reserves for us, once he is in possession of this secret .... Any hesitation would be both foolish and criminal... It is a serious moment; the child must be moss slippers!" begged Tylô.
Tyltyl tried in vain to prevent him. The rage of Tylô, who understood the danger, knew no bounds; and he would have succeeded in saving his master, if the Cat had not thought of calling in the Ivy, who till then had kept his distance. The Dog pranced about like a madman, abusing everybody. He railed at the Ivy:
"Come on, if you dare, you old ball of twine, you!" done away with before it is too late..." "What is he saying?' asked Tyltyl, who could not make out what the old Tree was driving at. The Dog was prowling round the Oak and now showed his fangs: "Do you see my teeth, you old cripple?" he growled. "He is insulting the Oak!" said the Beech indignantly. "Drive him out!" shouted the Oak, angrily. "He's a traitor!" "What did I tell you?'' whispered the Cat to Tyltyl. "I will arrange things... But send him away." "Will you be off!" said Tyltyl to the Dog. "Do let me worry the gouty old beggar's
Now we know enough of Man to entertain no doubt as to the fate which he reserves for us, once he is in possession of this secret .... Any hesitation would be both foolish and criminal... It is a serious moment; the child must be moss slippers!" begged Tylô.
Tyltyl tried in vain to prevent him. The rage of Tylô, who understood the danger, knew no bounds; and he would have succeeded in saving his master, if the Cat had not thought of calling in the Ivy, who till then had kept his distance. The Dog pranced about like a madman, abusing everybody. He railed at the Ivy:
"Come on, if you dare, you old ball of twine, you!" done away with before it is too late..." "What is he saying?' asked Tyltyl, who could not make out what the old Tree was driving at. The Dog was prowling round the Oak and now showed his fangs: "Do you see my teeth, you old cripple?" he growled. "He is insulting the Oak!" said the Beech indignantly. "Drive him out!" shouted the Oak, angrily. "He's a traitor!" "What did I tell you?'' whispered the Cat to Tyltyl. "I will arrange things... But send him away." "Will you be off!" said Tyltyl to the Dog. "Do let me worry the gouty old beggar's
Friday, January 2, 2009
Abrishami Harmonic Night
Abrishami Harmonic NightAbrishami Glory of DesireAbrishami Freedom of ExpressionAbrishami Free Night
I rather think we have to have a deal," said the mice in chorus, all the charm vanishing fro their piping little voices in an instant. With a tiny whining shriek their two glass tranthemselves off the table, and swung through the air towards Arthur, who stumbled further backwards into a blind corner, utterly unable to cope or think of anything. Trillian . Not only were they ugly themselves, but the medical equipment they carried with them was also far from pretty. They charged. So - Arthur was about to have his head cut open, Trillian was unable to help him, and Ford and Zaphod were about to be set upon by several thugs a great deal heavier and more sharply armed than they were. All in all it was extremely fortunate that at that moment every alarm on the planet burst into an earsplitting din.grabbed him desperately by the arm and tried to drag him towards the door, which Ford and Zaphod were struggling to open, but Arthur was dead weight - he seemed hypnotized by the airborne rodents swooping towards him. She screamed at him, but he just gaped. With one more yank, Ford and Zaphod got the door open. On the other side of it was a small pack of rather ugly men who they could only assume were the heavy mob of Magrathea
I rather think we have to have a deal," said the mice in chorus, all the charm vanishing fro their piping little voices in an instant. With a tiny whining shriek their two glass tranthemselves off the table, and swung through the air towards Arthur, who stumbled further backwards into a blind corner, utterly unable to cope or think of anything. Trillian . Not only were they ugly themselves, but the medical equipment they carried with them was also far from pretty. They charged. So - Arthur was about to have his head cut open, Trillian was unable to help him, and Ford and Zaphod were about to be set upon by several thugs a great deal heavier and more sharply armed than they were. All in all it was extremely fortunate that at that moment every alarm on the planet burst into an earsplitting din.grabbed him desperately by the arm and tried to drag him towards the door, which Ford and Zaphod were struggling to open, but Arthur was dead weight - he seemed hypnotized by the airborne rodents swooping towards him. She screamed at him, but he just gaped. With one more yank, Ford and Zaphod got the door open. On the other side of it was a small pack of rather ugly men who they could only assume were the heavy mob of Magrathea
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