Vincent van Gogh The BedroomVincent van Gogh Wheatfield with CrowsVincent van Gogh The Starry Night
had ever undergone. Every scrap of shelter and deceit was stripped away, and she stood naked, body and ghost and daemon your earliest years shown a shred of compassion or sympathy or kindness without calculating how it would return to your advantage. You have tortured and killed without regret or hesitation; you have betrayed and intrigued and gloried in your treachery. You are a cesspit of moral filth."
That voice, delivering that judgment, shook Mrs. Coulter profoundly. She knew it was coming, and she dreaded it; and yet she hoped for it, too, and now that it had been said, she felt a little gush of triumph.together, under the ferocity of Metatron's gaze.And she knew that her nature would have to answer for her, and she was terrified that what he saw in her would be insufficient. Lyra had lied to Iofur Raknison with her words; her mother was lying with her whole, I see," said Metatron."What do you see?""Corruption and envy and lust for power. Cruelty and coldness. A vicious, probing curiosity. Pure, poisonous, toxic malice. You have never from
Tuesday 20 January 2009
Sunday 18 January 2009
Edward Hopper Sunday
Edward Hopper SundayAmedeo Modigliani Reclining NudePierre Auguste Renoir Dance at Bougival I
priest came hastening into the gatehouse, wiping his palms on his robe in case she wanted to shake hands. She didn't.
"Who are you?" Father MacPhail was at his devotions, and poor Brother Louis's hand shook violently as he knocked. They heard a sigh and a groan, and then heavy footsteps crossed the floor.
The President's eyes widened as he saw who it was, and he smiled wolfishly.
"Mrs. Coulter," he said, offering his hand. "I am very glad to see you. My study she said."Brother Louis," said the man, soothing his rabbit daemon, "Convener of the Secretariat of the Consistorial Court. If you would be so kind...”"I haven't come here to parley with a scrivener," she told him. "Take me to Father MacPhail. And do it now."The man bowed helplessly and led her away. The guard be' hind her blew out his cheeks with relief.Brother Louis, after trying two or three times to make conversation, gave up and led her in silence to the President's rooms in the tower.
priest came hastening into the gatehouse, wiping his palms on his robe in case she wanted to shake hands. She didn't.
"Who are you?" Father MacPhail was at his devotions, and poor Brother Louis's hand shook violently as he knocked. They heard a sigh and a groan, and then heavy footsteps crossed the floor.
The President's eyes widened as he saw who it was, and he smiled wolfishly.
"Mrs. Coulter," he said, offering his hand. "I am very glad to see you. My study she said."Brother Louis," said the man, soothing his rabbit daemon, "Convener of the Secretariat of the Consistorial Court. If you would be so kind...”"I haven't come here to parley with a scrivener," she told him. "Take me to Father MacPhail. And do it now."The man bowed helplessly and led her away. The guard be' hind her blew out his cheeks with relief.Brother Louis, after trying two or three times to make conversation, gave up and led her in silence to the President's rooms in the tower.
Friday 16 January 2009
Jack Vettriano Models in the Studio
Jack Vettriano Models in the StudioJack Vettriano Models in the Studio IIJack Vettriano Model in White
Have you told them what we're going to do?"
"No! And I won't, either. 'Cause they'll only tell Lord Asriel on that speaking-fiddle and he'd go there and stop us, so we got to just go, and not talk about it in front of them."
"They are spies, said it would be very difficult for you, but he thought you could do it. But he never told me why..."
"The knife broke because I thought of my mother," he explained. "So I've got to put her out of my mind. But... it's like when someone says don't think about a crocodile, you do, you can't help it..."
"Well, you cut through last night all right," she said.
"Yeah, because I was tired, I think. Well, we'll see. Just follow the knife?"
"That's all it said."though," Will pointed out. "They must be good at listening and hiding. So maybe we better not mention it at all. We know where we're going. So we'll just go and not talk about it, and they'll have to put up with it and come along.""They can't hear us now. They're too far off. Will, I asked how we get there, too. It said to follow the knife, just that.""Sounds easy," he said. "But I bet it isn't. D'you know what Iorek told me?""No. He said, when I went to say good-bye, he
Have you told them what we're going to do?"
"No! And I won't, either. 'Cause they'll only tell Lord Asriel on that speaking-fiddle and he'd go there and stop us, so we got to just go, and not talk about it in front of them."
"They are spies, said it would be very difficult for you, but he thought you could do it. But he never told me why..."
"The knife broke because I thought of my mother," he explained. "So I've got to put her out of my mind. But... it's like when someone says don't think about a crocodile, you do, you can't help it..."
"Well, you cut through last night all right," she said.
"Yeah, because I was tired, I think. Well, we'll see. Just follow the knife?"
"That's all it said."though," Will pointed out. "They must be good at listening and hiding. So maybe we better not mention it at all. We know where we're going. So we'll just go and not talk about it, and they'll have to put up with it and come along.""They can't hear us now. They're too far off. Will, I asked how we get there, too. It said to follow the knife, just that.""Sounds easy," he said. "But I bet it isn't. D'you know what Iorek told me?""No. He said, when I went to say good-bye, he
Thursday 15 January 2009
Edward Hopper Hotel Room
Edward Hopper Hotel RoomEdward Hopper Hotel LobbyEdward Hopper Girlie Show
Holding the heavy gun, Will swept his hand sideways and knocked the golden monkey off his perch, stunning him so that Mrs. Coulter groaned aloud and the monkey's paw relaxed enough to let the tiny woman struggle free."Of course I have," said Will. If they didn't know it was broken, he wasn't going to tell them.
"You and the girl will have to follow us. Who is the other child?"
"Ama, from the village," said Will.
"Tell her to return there. Move now, before the Swiss come."
Will didn't hesitate. Whatever these two intended, he and Lyra could still get away through In a moment she leapt up to the rocks, and the man sprang away from Mrs. Coulter, both of them moving as quickly as grasshoppers. The three children had no time to be astonished. The man was concerned: he felt his companion's shoulder and arm tenderly, and embraced her swiftly before calling to Will."You! Boy!" he said, and although his voice was small in volume, it was as deep as a grown man's. "Have you got the knife?"
Holding the heavy gun, Will swept his hand sideways and knocked the golden monkey off his perch, stunning him so that Mrs. Coulter groaned aloud and the monkey's paw relaxed enough to let the tiny woman struggle free."Of course I have," said Will. If they didn't know it was broken, he wasn't going to tell them.
"You and the girl will have to follow us. Who is the other child?"
"Ama, from the village," said Will.
"Tell her to return there. Move now, before the Swiss come."
Will didn't hesitate. Whatever these two intended, he and Lyra could still get away through In a moment she leapt up to the rocks, and the man sprang away from Mrs. Coulter, both of them moving as quickly as grasshoppers. The three children had no time to be astonished. The man was concerned: he felt his companion's shoulder and arm tenderly, and embraced her swiftly before calling to Will."You! Boy!" he said, and although his voice was small in volume, it was as deep as a grown man's. "Have you got the knife?"
Wednesday 14 January 2009
Titian Sacred and Profane Love
Titian Sacred and Profane LoveFrancisco de Goya The ParasolBartolome Esteban Murillo Madonna and Child
Almost at the same time, the tempter whom Father Gomez was setting out to follow was being tempted herself.
"Thank you, no, no, that's all I need, no more, honestly, thank you," said Dr. Mary Malone to the old couple in the olive grove as , enough Specter-eaten adults and wild, scavenging children, to have a horror of those ethereal vampires. All she knew was that they did drift away when she approached; but she couldn't stay with everyone who wanted her to, because she had to move on.they tried to give her more food than she could carry.They lived here isolated and childless, and they had been afraid of the Specters they'd seen among the silver-gray trees; but when Mary Malone came up the road with her rucksack, the Specters had taken fright and drifted away. The old couple had welcomed Mary into their little vine-sheltered farmhouse, had plied her with wine and cheese and bread and olives, and now didn't want to let her go."I must go on," said Mary again, "thank you, you've been very kind, I can't carry, oh, all right, another little cheese, thank you...”They evidently saw her as a talisman against the Specters. She wished she could be. In her week in the world of Cittagazze, she had seen enough devastation
Almost at the same time, the tempter whom Father Gomez was setting out to follow was being tempted herself.
"Thank you, no, no, that's all I need, no more, honestly, thank you," said Dr. Mary Malone to the old couple in the olive grove as , enough Specter-eaten adults and wild, scavenging children, to have a horror of those ethereal vampires. All she knew was that they did drift away when she approached; but she couldn't stay with everyone who wanted her to, because she had to move on.they tried to give her more food than she could carry.They lived here isolated and childless, and they had been afraid of the Specters they'd seen among the silver-gray trees; but when Mary Malone came up the road with her rucksack, the Specters had taken fright and drifted away. The old couple had welcomed Mary into their little vine-sheltered farmhouse, had plied her with wine and cheese and bread and olives, and now didn't want to let her go."I must go on," said Mary again, "thank you, you've been very kind, I can't carry, oh, all right, another little cheese, thank you...”They evidently saw her as a talisman against the Specters. She wished she could be. In her week in the world of Cittagazze, she had seen enough devastation
Monday 12 January 2009
Theodore Robinson The Red Gown
Theodore Robinson The Red GownTheodore Robinson The CowherdTheodore Robinson Man with Scythe
that although the recession has created "a period of reduced expectations," the tech companies that push forward now with innovative research will fare better in the long-term than the companies that scale back.
Ballmer said the of paper.
In a gentle swipe at Apple, which has gained market share against Microsoft in recent years, Ballmer said the PC remains the best choice for consumers seeking "value and power" in a computer.convergence of screens on computers, TVs and mobile phones is revolutionizing how people communicate with each other."Our digital lives will continue to get richer. There's really no turning back from the connected world," he said. "We're on the verge of the kind of technological transformation that only happens once every 10 or 15 years." As if to prove his point, Ballmer also welcomed onstage program manager Janet Galore, who gave brief demos of some Microsoft product prototypes, including a tabletop-like touch screen and a flexible, wafer-thin digital screen you can roll up like a piece
that although the recession has created "a period of reduced expectations," the tech companies that push forward now with innovative research will fare better in the long-term than the companies that scale back.
Ballmer said the of paper.
In a gentle swipe at Apple, which has gained market share against Microsoft in recent years, Ballmer said the PC remains the best choice for consumers seeking "value and power" in a computer.convergence of screens on computers, TVs and mobile phones is revolutionizing how people communicate with each other."Our digital lives will continue to get richer. There's really no turning back from the connected world," he said. "We're on the verge of the kind of technological transformation that only happens once every 10 or 15 years." As if to prove his point, Ballmer also welcomed onstage program manager Janet Galore, who gave brief demos of some Microsoft product prototypes, including a tabletop-like touch screen and a flexible, wafer-thin digital screen you can roll up like a piece
Sunday 11 January 2009
Rene Magritte The Human Condition
Rene Magritte The Human ConditionRene Magritte The Great WarRene Magritte The Empire of Light
Massachusetts offers the first scratch-off lottery ticket in the United States.
1988Six states and the District of Columbia join to introduce a multistate lottery game called Lotto America. In 1992 the name is changed to Powerball.
2000The Big game (a run of bad luck, including arrests, lawsuits, and other tribulations.
2007Bills in Texas and other state legislatures propose selling long-term leases for the state lotteries to private buyers. None pass, and the U.S. Justice Department warns that some of the plans might violate federal law. But backers see a multibillion-dollar windfall in tough times, and they will likely try again.the multistate lottery now called Mega Millions) pays out a $363 million jackpot, split between two winners-the biggest lottery prize up to this point.2002West Virginia contractor Jack Whittaker wins the biggest single-winner jackpot ever, $315 million, in the Powerball game. His win is followed by
Massachusetts offers the first scratch-off lottery ticket in the United States.
1988Six states and the District of Columbia join to introduce a multistate lottery game called Lotto America. In 1992 the name is changed to Powerball.
2000The Big game (a run of bad luck, including arrests, lawsuits, and other tribulations.
2007Bills in Texas and other state legislatures propose selling long-term leases for the state lotteries to private buyers. None pass, and the U.S. Justice Department warns that some of the plans might violate federal law. But backers see a multibillion-dollar windfall in tough times, and they will likely try again.the multistate lottery now called Mega Millions) pays out a $363 million jackpot, split between two winners-the biggest lottery prize up to this point.2002West Virginia contractor Jack Whittaker wins the biggest single-winner jackpot ever, $315 million, in the Powerball game. His win is followed by
Thursday 8 January 2009
Andy Warhol Marilyn Monroe Pink
Andy Warhol Marilyn Monroe PinkAndy Warhol Mao Yellow ShirtAndy Warhol Mao Red
you think you're going to pick up a woman in a beat up hatchback, then you'd better listen to those Free Credit Report guys, because as their catchy jingle says, women won't give you the time of day if you drive a '98 Daewoo.
science Shows...
A British insurane company the earth! Well, not so much. The study also concluded that not only were both guys and chicks turned completely off by the sound of a VW Polo, but it actually lowered everyone's testosterone level.
So when you're rolling around in the Volkswagon or Prius and some frat boy named Tyler calls you a pussy, sadly he's actually got on his side.called Hiscox (seriously?) conducted the study. They found when female subjects heard the roar of a Maserati's engine, they went to their happy place down south. Out of the 40 women who participated in the study, every last woman reported getting that tingly sensation from the car.So maybe you're thinking that being "green" and "economically responsible" might turn some women on, right? After all, chicks dig a guy who cares about
you think you're going to pick up a woman in a beat up hatchback, then you'd better listen to those Free Credit Report guys, because as their catchy jingle says, women won't give you the time of day if you drive a '98 Daewoo.
science Shows...
A British insurane company the earth! Well, not so much. The study also concluded that not only were both guys and chicks turned completely off by the sound of a VW Polo, but it actually lowered everyone's testosterone level.
So when you're rolling around in the Volkswagon or Prius and some frat boy named Tyler calls you a pussy, sadly he's actually got on his side.called Hiscox (seriously?) conducted the study. They found when female subjects heard the roar of a Maserati's engine, they went to their happy place down south. Out of the 40 women who participated in the study, every last woman reported getting that tingly sensation from the car.So maybe you're thinking that being "green" and "economically responsible" might turn some women on, right? After all, chicks dig a guy who cares about
Tuesday 6 January 2009
Jack Vettriano Sweet Bird of Youth
Jack Vettriano Sweet Bird of YouthJack Vettriano pincer MovementJack Vettriano Picnic Party
The hollow ringing began again in the next room, and as if he were answering it, Ennis picked up the phone on the bedside table, dialed his own number.
A slow corrosion worked between Ennis and Alma, no real trouble, just widening water. She was working at a grocery store clerk job, saw she’d always have to work to keep ahead of He said no to that, said he would be happy to leave her alone if she didn’t want any more of his kids. Under her breath she said, “I’d have em if you’d support em.” And under that, thought, anyway, what you like to do don’t make too many babies. Her resentment opened out a little every year: the embrace she had glimpsed, once or twice a year with Jack Twist and never a vacation with her and the girls, his disinclination to step out and have any fun, his yearning for low paid, long-houred ranch work, his propensity to roll to the wall and sleep as soon as he hit the bed, his failure to look for a decent permanent job with the county or the power company, put her in a long, slow dive and when Alma Jr. was nine and Francine seven she said, what am I doin hangin around with Ennis and married the Riverton grocer. Ennis went back to ranch work, hired on
The hollow ringing began again in the next room, and as if he were answering it, Ennis picked up the phone on the bedside table, dialed his own number.
A slow corrosion worked between Ennis and Alma, no real trouble, just widening water. She was working at a grocery store clerk job, saw she’d always have to work to keep ahead of He said no to that, said he would be happy to leave her alone if she didn’t want any more of his kids. Under her breath she said, “I’d have em if you’d support em.” And under that, thought, anyway, what you like to do don’t make too many babies. Her resentment opened out a little every year: the embrace she had glimpsed, once or twice a year with Jack Twist and never a vacation with her and the girls, his disinclination to step out and have any fun, his yearning for low paid, long-houred ranch work, his propensity to roll to the wall and sleep as soon as he hit the bed, his failure to look for a decent permanent job with the county or the power company, put her in a long, slow dive and when Alma Jr. was nine and Francine seven she said, what am I doin hangin around with Ennis and married the Riverton grocer. Ennis went back to ranch work, hired on
Saturday 3 January 2009
Jack Vettriano The Letter
Jack Vettriano The LetterJack Vettriano The Last Great RomanticJack Vettriano The Innocents
THE Fairy BĂ©rylune’s Palace stood at the top of a very high mountain, on the way to the moon. It was so near that, on summer nights, when the sky was clear, you could plainly see the moon's mountains and valleys, lakes and seas from her palace. Then and there, a cloud of fireflies surrounded our companions and wafted them gently towards the sky. They were at the Fairy's palace before they had recovered from their surprise.
"Follow me," she said and led them through chambers and passages all in the terrace of the palace. Here the Fairy studied the stars and read their secrets, for it was long since the Earth had had anything to teach her. "This old planet no longer interests me!" she used to say to her friends, the giants of the mountain. "The men upon it still live with their eyes shut! Poor things, I pity them! I go down among them now and then, but it is out of charity, to try and save the little children from the fatal misfortune that awaits them in the darkness." This explains why she had come and knocked at the door of Daddy Tyl's cottage on Christmas Eve. And now to return to our travellers. They had hardly reached the high-road, when the Fairy remembered that they could not walk like that through the village, which was still lit up because of the feast. But her store of knowledge was so great that all her wishes were fulfilled at once. She pressed lightly on Tyltyl's head and willed that they should all be carried by magic to
THE Fairy BĂ©rylune’s Palace stood at the top of a very high mountain, on the way to the moon. It was so near that, on summer nights, when the sky was clear, you could plainly see the moon's mountains and valleys, lakes and seas from her palace. Then and there, a cloud of fireflies surrounded our companions and wafted them gently towards the sky. They were at the Fairy's palace before they had recovered from their surprise.
"Follow me," she said and led them through chambers and passages all in the terrace of the palace. Here the Fairy studied the stars and read their secrets, for it was long since the Earth had had anything to teach her. "This old planet no longer interests me!" she used to say to her friends, the giants of the mountain. "The men upon it still live with their eyes shut! Poor things, I pity them! I go down among them now and then, but it is out of charity, to try and save the little children from the fatal misfortune that awaits them in the darkness." This explains why she had come and knocked at the door of Daddy Tyl's cottage on Christmas Eve. And now to return to our travellers. They had hardly reached the high-road, when the Fairy remembered that they could not walk like that through the village, which was still lit up because of the feast. But her store of knowledge was so great that all her wishes were fulfilled at once. She pressed lightly on Tyltyl's head and willed that they should all be carried by magic to
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