Jack Vettriano The AssessorsJack Vettriano The AssessmentJack Vettriano The Arrangement
Mary. Their bodies are different shapes. They move differently.
They are not much smaller than you. But they have less sraf. When will that come to them?
I don't know, Mary couldn't eat much. It was too rich. Will wanted to do justice to their generosity, but the only thing he could easily swallow, apart from the drink, was some flat, slightly scorched floury bread like chapatis or tortillas. It was plain and nourishing, and that was all Will could cope with. Lyra tried somefriend, as indeed they had.
"This is Will," said Lyra, "he's from your world, remember, I told you about him...”
"I'm Mary MaloneDr. Malone!"
Mary had come out of one of the huts, her faded blue shirt, her stocky figure, her warm, ruddy cheeks both strange and
Thursday 22 January 2009
Tuesday 20 January 2009
Marc Chagall The Fiddler
Marc Chagall The FiddlerPaul Gauguin AreareaGeorges Seurat Sunday Afternoon on the Island of la Grande Jatte
responding to simple kindness like a flower to the sun. But in the open air there was nothing to stop the wind from damaging him, and to their dismay his form began to loosen and dissolve. Only a few moments later he had vanished completely, and their last impression was of those eyes, blinking in wonder, and a sigh of the most profound and exhausted relief.
Then he was gone: a got to, the Lady can hear those horses coming...”
Out of the indigo sky an indigo hawk swooped low, and Lyra cried out and ducked; but Salmakia cried with all her strength, "No, Lyra! No! Stand high, and hold out your fist!"
So Lyra held still, supporting one arm with the other, and mystery dissolving in mystery. It had all taken less than a minute, and Will turned back at once to the fallen Chevalier. He picked up the little body, cradling it in his palms, and found his tears flowing fast.But Lyra was saying something urgently."Will, we've got to move, we've
responding to simple kindness like a flower to the sun. But in the open air there was nothing to stop the wind from damaging him, and to their dismay his form began to loosen and dissolve. Only a few moments later he had vanished completely, and their last impression was of those eyes, blinking in wonder, and a sigh of the most profound and exhausted relief.
Then he was gone: a got to, the Lady can hear those horses coming...”
Out of the indigo sky an indigo hawk swooped low, and Lyra cried out and ducked; but Salmakia cried with all her strength, "No, Lyra! No! Stand high, and hold out your fist!"
So Lyra held still, supporting one arm with the other, and mystery dissolving in mystery. It had all taken less than a minute, and Will turned back at once to the fallen Chevalier. He picked up the little body, cradling it in his palms, and found his tears flowing fast.But Lyra was saying something urgently."Will, we've got to move, we've
Sunday 18 January 2009
Cassius Marcellus Coolidge Dogs Playing Poker
Cassius Marcellus Coolidge Dogs Playing PokerJacques-Louis David Napoleon crossing the AlpsThomas Gainsborough Mr and Mrs Andrews
we can do with this woman; I should have thought of it as soon as she appeared."
She looked wildly around and met Lord Roke's eyes for a fraction of a second, glittering in the darkness near the ceiling. He caught her expression at once and understood exactly what she meant him to do. of acting as she said, puzzled, "But this is my... what's it doing here? Father MacPhail, who's been in here? Someone has taken this from around my neck. And, where is Lyra's hair? There was a lock of my child's hair in here. Who's taken it? Why? What's going on?"
And now she was threw up an arm to shade her eyes and struggled to sit up.
"You do like to keep your guests entertained," she said drowsily. "Is this a new do I have to do? And who it."
Lord Roke hissed with anger.
"When he looked around!" he said. "Ach… I moved to be out of his sight, he must have set it aside then..."
"And there's
we can do with this woman; I should have thought of it as soon as she appeared."
She looked wildly around and met Lord Roke's eyes for a fraction of a second, glittering in the darkness near the ceiling. He caught her expression at once and understood exactly what she meant him to do. of acting as she said, puzzled, "But this is my... what's it doing here? Father MacPhail, who's been in here? Someone has taken this from around my neck. And, where is Lyra's hair? There was a lock of my child's hair in here. Who's taken it? Why? What's going on?"
And now she was threw up an arm to shade her eyes and struggled to sit up.
"You do like to keep your guests entertained," she said drowsily. "Is this a new do I have to do? And who it."
Lord Roke hissed with anger.
"When he looked around!" he said. "Ach… I moved to be out of his sight, he must have set it aside then..."
"And there's
Friday 16 January 2009
Jack Vettriano Dancing Couple
Jack Vettriano Dancing CoupleJack Vettriano Dancer for MoneyJack Vettriano Dance Me To The End Of Love
gray and remained there without getting any darker. The living ones found themselves looking to their left and right, above and below, for anything that was bright or lively or joyful, and they were always disappointed until a little spark appeared ahead and raced toward them through the air. It was the Chevalier, and Salmakia urged her dragonfly said.
He couldn't even guess. As they moved on, they could see a movement on the horizon to the left and right, and ahead of them a dirty-colored smoke was rising slowly to add its darkness to the dismal air. The movement was people, or ghosts: in lines or pairs or groups or ahead to meet him, with a cry of pleasure.They conferred and sped back to the children."There's a town ahead," said Tialys. "It looks like a refugee camp, but it's obviously been there for centuries or more. And I think there's a sea or a lake beyond it, but that's covered in mist. I could hear the cries of birds. And there are hundreds of people arriving every minute, from every direction, people like these, ghosts..."The ghosts themselves listened as he spoke, though without much curiosity. They seemed to have settled into a dull trance, and Lyra wanted to shake them, to urge them to struggle and wake up and look around for a way out."How are we going to help these people, Will?" she
gray and remained there without getting any darker. The living ones found themselves looking to their left and right, above and below, for anything that was bright or lively or joyful, and they were always disappointed until a little spark appeared ahead and raced toward them through the air. It was the Chevalier, and Salmakia urged her dragonfly said.
He couldn't even guess. As they moved on, they could see a movement on the horizon to the left and right, and ahead of them a dirty-colored smoke was rising slowly to add its darkness to the dismal air. The movement was people, or ghosts: in lines or pairs or groups or ahead to meet him, with a cry of pleasure.They conferred and sped back to the children."There's a town ahead," said Tialys. "It looks like a refugee camp, but it's obviously been there for centuries or more. And I think there's a sea or a lake beyond it, but that's covered in mist. I could hear the cries of birds. And there are hundreds of people arriving every minute, from every direction, people like these, ghosts..."The ghosts themselves listened as he spoke, though without much curiosity. They seemed to have settled into a dull trance, and Lyra wanted to shake them, to urge them to struggle and wake up and look around for a way out."How are we going to help these people, Will?" she
Thursday 15 January 2009
Franz Marc Fate of the Animals
Franz Marc Fate of the AnimalsFranz Marc fate animalsFranz Marc Blue Horse
plateau toward the ridge where the alethiometer told Lyra that Iorek had gone.
And then there came aknow him any more than you know me."
"I know impertinence when I hear it," said the Lady calmly. "Do as I tell you now and rest. Save your energy for the walking."
Lyra felt mutinous, but the Lady's glittering spurs were very clear in the sunlight, so she said nothing.
The Lady's companion, the Chevalier, was opening the case of the lodestone resonator, and, curiosity overcoming resentment, Lyra watched to see what he did. The instrument looked day of long, hard walking: no trouble for Will, but a torment to Lyra, whose limbs were weakened and softened after her long sleep. But she would sooner have her tongue torn out than confess how bad she felt; limping, tight-lipped, trembling, she kept pace with Will and said nothing. Only when they sat down at noon did she allow herself so much as a whimper, and then only when Will had gone apart to relieve himself.The Lady Salmakia said, "Rest. There is no disgrace in being weary.""But I don't want to let Will down! I don't want him to think I'm weak and holding him back.""That's the last thing he thinks.""You don't know," said Lyra rudely. "You don't
plateau toward the ridge where the alethiometer told Lyra that Iorek had gone.
And then there came aknow him any more than you know me."
"I know impertinence when I hear it," said the Lady calmly. "Do as I tell you now and rest. Save your energy for the walking."
Lyra felt mutinous, but the Lady's glittering spurs were very clear in the sunlight, so she said nothing.
The Lady's companion, the Chevalier, was opening the case of the lodestone resonator, and, curiosity overcoming resentment, Lyra watched to see what he did. The instrument looked day of long, hard walking: no trouble for Will, but a torment to Lyra, whose limbs were weakened and softened after her long sleep. But she would sooner have her tongue torn out than confess how bad she felt; limping, tight-lipped, trembling, she kept pace with Will and said nothing. Only when they sat down at noon did she allow herself so much as a whimper, and then only when Will had gone apart to relieve himself.The Lady Salmakia said, "Rest. There is no disgrace in being weary.""But I don't want to let Will down! I don't want him to think I'm weak and holding him back.""That's the last thing he thinks.""You don't know," said Lyra rudely. "You don't
Wednesday 14 January 2009
Salvador Dali Argus
Salvador Dali ArgusJohannes Vermeer The Little StreetJohannes Vermeer Mistress and Maid
And they were looking for her.
One of them had spotted the seedpod she had taken out of the grove, and he trundled off the road toward it. When he reached it, he lifted it onto an edge with his trunk and rolled it over to his companions.
They gathered around She stepped out of the shelter of the roots and faced them directly. She held out her hands, realizing that such a gesture might mean nothing to creatures with no hands themselves. Still, it was all she could do. Picking up her rucksack, she walked across the grass and stepped onto the road.
Close up, not five steps away, she could see much more about their appearance, but her attention was held by something lively and aware in their gaze, by an the pod and touched it delicately with those powerful, flexible trunks, and she found herself interpreting the soft chirrups and clicks and hoots they were making as expressions of disapproval. Someone had tampered with this: it was wrong.Then she thought: I came here for a purpose, although I don't understand it yet. Be bold. Take the initiative. So she stood up and very self-consciously called:"Over here. This is where I am. I looked at your seedpod. I'm sorry. Please don't harm me."Instantly their heads snapped around, trunks held out, glittering eyes facing forward. Their ears had all flicked upright.
And they were looking for her.
One of them had spotted the seedpod she had taken out of the grove, and he trundled off the road toward it. When he reached it, he lifted it onto an edge with his trunk and rolled it over to his companions.
They gathered around She stepped out of the shelter of the roots and faced them directly. She held out her hands, realizing that such a gesture might mean nothing to creatures with no hands themselves. Still, it was all she could do. Picking up her rucksack, she walked across the grass and stepped onto the road.
Close up, not five steps away, she could see much more about their appearance, but her attention was held by something lively and aware in their gaze, by an the pod and touched it delicately with those powerful, flexible trunks, and she found herself interpreting the soft chirrups and clicks and hoots they were making as expressions of disapproval. Someone had tampered with this: it was wrong.Then she thought: I came here for a purpose, although I don't understand it yet. Be bold. Take the initiative. So she stood up and very self-consciously called:"Over here. This is where I am. I looked at your seedpod. I'm sorry. Please don't harm me."Instantly their heads snapped around, trunks held out, glittering eyes facing forward. Their ears had all flicked upright.
Monday 12 January 2009
Francisco de Goya Teresa Sureda
Francisco de Goya Teresa SuredaEmile Munier Pardon MamaBartolome Esteban Murillo The Little Fruit Seller
gym will be back to its normal and quiet self again.
What’s the :
I don’t know about you, but when I hear the words “New Year’s Resolution”, my stomach tightens in angst. Through years of failed resolutions, my association with these words has become “empty goalsocially coined, “New Year’s Resolutions”. It’s a cliché that only 12% of people actually take action on and resolve.What we need is a different approach. We need a system of designing our lives to sustainably improve the quality of our daily experience.This article details a step-by-step system that I personally use for creating and living a balanced and meaningful life. Throw away ‘them TO-DO lists, and resolutions, because they don’t work - at least, they don’t last long enough to make a sustainable impact. Let’s drill down and focus on what really matters.The Old WaysFirst, let’s have a peek at why the old ways don’t work in creating a lasting impact on our lives.Problems with New Year’s Resolutions
gym will be back to its normal and quiet self again.
What’s the :
I don’t know about you, but when I hear the words “New Year’s Resolution”, my stomach tightens in angst. Through years of failed resolutions, my association with these words has become “empty goalsocially coined, “New Year’s Resolutions”. It’s a cliché that only 12% of people actually take action on and resolve.What we need is a different approach. We need a system of designing our lives to sustainably improve the quality of our daily experience.This article details a step-by-step system that I personally use for creating and living a balanced and meaningful life. Throw away ‘them TO-DO lists, and resolutions, because they don’t work - at least, they don’t last long enough to make a sustainable impact. Let’s drill down and focus on what really matters.The Old WaysFirst, let’s have a peek at why the old ways don’t work in creating a lasting impact on our lives.Problems with New Year’s Resolutions
George Frederick Watts Endymion
George Frederick Watts EndymionGeorge Frederick Watts CreationUnknown Artist Venice Grand Canal
Professional Growth. * Actions: o To read something for at least 30 minutes, everyday. o Come up with a list of books I want to finish for the year. o Organize my book shelf. o Schedule tentative books I want to read each each purpose and category of fulfillment. Pick the top 3 outcomes you really want to work on. Pick ones that will give you the biggest rewards for your efforts. Pick ones that contribute towards the life categories that need to be filled up the most.
These are the most important outcomes for the year - if you just got month in my calendar. o Write down at the end of each day, what I learned or improved upon or contributed towards in that day.Step 5: The Most Important OutcomeGive yourself a pat on the back for making it past step 4!! I’m so proud of you. And if you haven’t done it, take some time, go back and do it for yourself. Trust me, you will benefit from it.Review each of your outcome blocks, especially
Professional Growth. * Actions: o To read something for at least 30 minutes, everyday. o Come up with a list of books I want to finish for the year. o Organize my book shelf. o Schedule tentative books I want to read each each purpose and category of fulfillment. Pick the top 3 outcomes you really want to work on. Pick ones that will give you the biggest rewards for your efforts. Pick ones that contribute towards the life categories that need to be filled up the most.
These are the most important outcomes for the year - if you just got month in my calendar. o Write down at the end of each day, what I learned or improved upon or contributed towards in that day.Step 5: The Most Important OutcomeGive yourself a pat on the back for making it past step 4!! I’m so proud of you. And if you haven’t done it, take some time, go back and do it for yourself. Trust me, you will benefit from it.Review each of your outcome blocks, especially
Friday 9 January 2009
Andy Warhol Diamond Dust Shoes 1980 Lilac Blue Green
Andy Warhol Diamond Dust Shoes 1980 Lilac Blue GreenAndy Warhol Daisy Double PinkAndy Warhol Daisy Blue on Blue
This is a fun way to let your woman experience something she never hasbefore: thousands of tiny bubbles swirling around her most sensitivearea. Be sure to use the "Gold" variety of the world's most popular tablet.It's had the medicinal and keep it in your mouth.Press your lips against the portion of her vagina holding the tablet andopen them so that a small stream of water trickles out. This shouldactivate the tablet and release bubbles around her vagina.Get into some serious oral pleasuring. When necessary, take anothersip of water. If needed, replace the tablet with a fresh piece.Continue until your woman says, "Oh, what a relief it is."PAGEingredients removed.Here's What You Need:One glass of water.One effervescent bicarbonate tablet without aspirin.Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bentand legs slightly apart.Break the tablet into four quarters.Place the rounded edge of one quarter tablet between the top-mostportion of your woman's vaginal lips. Insert only enough of the tablet tohold it in place.Take a small sip of water
This is a fun way to let your woman experience something she never hasbefore: thousands of tiny bubbles swirling around her most sensitivearea. Be sure to use the "Gold" variety of the world's most popular tablet.It's had the medicinal and keep it in your mouth.Press your lips against the portion of her vagina holding the tablet andopen them so that a small stream of water trickles out. This shouldactivate the tablet and release bubbles around her vagina.Get into some serious oral pleasuring. When necessary, take anothersip of water. If needed, replace the tablet with a fresh piece.Continue until your woman says, "Oh, what a relief it is."PAGEingredients removed.Here's What You Need:One glass of water.One effervescent bicarbonate tablet without aspirin.Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bentand legs slightly apart.Break the tablet into four quarters.Place the rounded edge of one quarter tablet between the top-mostportion of your woman's vaginal lips. Insert only enough of the tablet tohold it in place.Take a small sip of water
Wednesday 7 January 2009
Andy Warhol Shadows II
Andy Warhol Shadows IIAndy Warhol Shadows IAndy Warhol sam One Blue Pussy
a 2-car garage. There are nice shelves on one side and a good practical workbench with a vice on the other side. Plenty of room for 2 cars yet I have to be careful when I pull in so I won't run over stuff stacked on each side. Sound familiar?issues in 1999 and into 2000, but when they started down I put in my stop-loss orders and someone bought them from me. I sure hope he still doesn't have them. Some have no value at all now and others are worth less than 10% of their high prices. I remember Priceline.com when it went to $104 and then took a nosedive to $2.00. I even made a nice profit Kinda reminds me of the portfolio of many people. Full of junk. If I threw out almost all of that stuff I really wouldn't miss it. For whatever crazy reason I still have a stock certificate of 100 shares for a copper mine in Cuba. You know how much that is worth. Fortunately, I don't have any of those now defunct dot.com company shares.Oh, I did own a lot of technology
a 2-car garage. There are nice shelves on one side and a good practical workbench with a vice on the other side. Plenty of room for 2 cars yet I have to be careful when I pull in so I won't run over stuff stacked on each side. Sound familiar?issues in 1999 and into 2000, but when they started down I put in my stop-loss orders and someone bought them from me. I sure hope he still doesn't have them. Some have no value at all now and others are worth less than 10% of their high prices. I remember Priceline.com when it went to $104 and then took a nosedive to $2.00. I even made a nice profit Kinda reminds me of the portfolio of many people. Full of junk. If I threw out almost all of that stuff I really wouldn't miss it. For whatever crazy reason I still have a stock certificate of 100 shares for a copper mine in Cuba. You know how much that is worth. Fortunately, I don't have any of those now defunct dot.com company shares.Oh, I did own a lot of technology
Tuesday 6 January 2009
Jack Vettriano Dancer for Money
Jack Vettriano Dancer for MoneyJack Vettriano Cafe DaysJack Vettriano Bluebird At Bonneville
said, “Time to hit the hay, cowboy. I got a go. Come on, you’re sleepin on your feet like a horse,” and gave Jack a shake, a push, and went off in the darkness. Jack heard his spurs tremble as he mounted, the words “see you tomorrow,” and the horse’s shuddering snort, grind of hoof on stone. Later, that dozy embrace solidified in his memory as the single separate and difficult lives. Nothing marred it, even the knowledge that Ennis would not then embrace him face to face because he did not want to see nor feel that it was Jack he held. And maybe, he thought, they’d never got much farther than that. Let be, let be.
Ennis didn’t know about the accident for months until his postcard to Jack saying that November still looked like the first chance came back stamped DECEASED. He called Jack’s number in Childress, something he had done only once and Jack had misunderstood the reason for the call, had driven twelve hundred miles north for nothing. This would be all right, Jack would answer, had to answer. But he did not. It was Lureen and she said who? who is this? and when he told her again she said in a level voice yes, Jack was pumping up a flat on the truck
said, “Time to hit the hay, cowboy. I got a go. Come on, you’re sleepin on your feet like a horse,” and gave Jack a shake, a push, and went off in the darkness. Jack heard his spurs tremble as he mounted, the words “see you tomorrow,” and the horse’s shuddering snort, grind of hoof on stone. Later, that dozy embrace solidified in his memory as the single separate and difficult lives. Nothing marred it, even the knowledge that Ennis would not then embrace him face to face because he did not want to see nor feel that it was Jack he held. And maybe, he thought, they’d never got much farther than that. Let be, let be.
Ennis didn’t know about the accident for months until his postcard to Jack saying that November still looked like the first chance came back stamped DECEASED. He called Jack’s number in Childress, something he had done only once and Jack had misunderstood the reason for the call, had driven twelve hundred miles north for nothing. This would be all right, Jack would answer, had to answer. But he did not. It was Lureen and she said who? who is this? and when he told her again she said in a level voice yes, Jack was pumping up a flat on the truck
Monday 5 January 2009
Andy Warhol Neuschwanstein painting
Andy Warhol Neuschwanstein paintingAndy Warhol Knives black and white paintingAndy Warhol Guns painting
was to be done? He was once more in despair, when he saw Water lying on a sofa and playing, in an absent-minded sort of way, with her long strings of coral. He ran up to her as prettily as he could and, after paying her a heap of compliments, begged her to lend him her biggest necklace. She was in a good temper and not only did what he asked, to the temple. It was a lovely shell of jade, inlaid with gold. They all three took their seats; and the two great white birds harnessed to it at once flew off through the clouds. The chariot travelled very fast; and they were not long on the road, much to the regret of the Children, who were enjoying themselves and laughing like anything; but other and even more beautiful surprises awaited them. but was kind enough to fasten the end of the coral string to his collar. Tylô gaily went up to his master, handed him this makeshift chain and, kneeling at his feet, said: "Take me with you like this, my little god! Men never say a word to a poor dog when he is on his chain!" "Alas, even like this, you cannot come!" said Light, who was much touched by this act of self-sacrifice; and, to cheer him up, she told him that fate would soon provide a trial for the Children in which his assistance would be of great use. As she spoke these words, she touched the emerald wall, which opened to let her pass through with the Children. Her chariot was waiting outside the entrance
was to be done? He was once more in despair, when he saw Water lying on a sofa and playing, in an absent-minded sort of way, with her long strings of coral. He ran up to her as prettily as he could and, after paying her a heap of compliments, begged her to lend him her biggest necklace. She was in a good temper and not only did what he asked, to the temple. It was a lovely shell of jade, inlaid with gold. They all three took their seats; and the two great white birds harnessed to it at once flew off through the clouds. The chariot travelled very fast; and they were not long on the road, much to the regret of the Children, who were enjoying themselves and laughing like anything; but other and even more beautiful surprises awaited them. but was kind enough to fasten the end of the coral string to his collar. Tylô gaily went up to his master, handed him this makeshift chain and, kneeling at his feet, said: "Take me with you like this, my little god! Men never say a word to a poor dog when he is on his chain!" "Alas, even like this, you cannot come!" said Light, who was much touched by this act of self-sacrifice; and, to cheer him up, she told him that fate would soon provide a trial for the Children in which his assistance would be of great use. As she spoke these words, she touched the emerald wall, which opened to let her pass through with the Children. Her chariot was waiting outside the entrance
Friday 2 January 2009
hassam Cab Stand at Night
hassam Cab Stand at Nighthassam Boston Common at Twilighthassam At the Pianohassam At the Grand Prix in Paris
would-be members whose currencies are already pegged to it, to countries like Montenegro and Kosovo whose effective national currency is the euro. France's former African colonies also peg their common currency to Europe's. That means around 500 million people rely on the euro or euro-pegged currencies.
European on Monday. "To put it simply, the euro works."
Before the euro, a financial crisis in Europe went hand-in-hand with currency woes: a run on weaker currencies, heavy intervention by central banks and finally a collapse of the parity system. "I've lived through currency devaluations, and they are fraught with anxieties," says Hans Martens, chief executive of the European Policy CentreCommission President José Manuel Barroso credits the euro for delivering lower inflation, lower interest rates and greater price stability, and helping create 16 million jobs. More immediately, the euro is shielding member states in this time of economic turmoil, preventing a currency crisis in addition to the credit crunch. "The euro is sheltering Bues from the exchange rate volatility which has battered them in previous downturns," Barroso said
would-be members whose currencies are already pegged to it, to countries like Montenegro and Kosovo whose effective national currency is the euro. France's former African colonies also peg their common currency to Europe's. That means around 500 million people rely on the euro or euro-pegged currencies.
European on Monday. "To put it simply, the euro works."
Before the euro, a financial crisis in Europe went hand-in-hand with currency woes: a run on weaker currencies, heavy intervention by central banks and finally a collapse of the parity system. "I've lived through currency devaluations, and they are fraught with anxieties," says Hans Martens, chief executive of the European Policy CentreCommission President José Manuel Barroso credits the euro for delivering lower inflation, lower interest rates and greater price stability, and helping create 16 million jobs. More immediately, the euro is shielding member states in this time of economic turmoil, preventing a currency crisis in addition to the credit crunch. "The euro is sheltering Bues from the exchange rate volatility which has battered them in previous downturns," Barroso said
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