Henri Rousseau The Sleeping GypsyLaurie Maitland Symphony in Red and Khaki IVincent van Gogh Poppies 1886
abyss. They were crouching on the slope, too frightened to move. Only the harpies were unafraid; they took to their wings and soared above, scanning backward and forward, flying back to reassure those still in the tunnel, flying ahead to search for the way out.
Lyra checked: at least the alethiometer was safe. Suppressing her fear, she looked around, found Roger's little face, and said:
"Come on, then, we're all still here, we en't been hurt. And we can see now, at least. So just keep going, just keep on moving. We , in a shocked silence, the column of the dead began their journey along the edge of the abyss. How long it took, neither Lyra nor Will could guess; how fearful and dangerous it was, they were never able to forget. The darkness below was so profound that it seemed to pull the eyesight down into it, and a ghastly dizziness swam over their minds when they looked. Whenever they could, they looked ahead of them fixedly, on this rock, that can't go any other way than round the edge of this..." She gestured at the abyss. "So we just got to keep going ahead. I swear Will and me'll just keep on till we do. So don't be scared, don't give up, don't lag behind. Tell the others. I can't look back all the time because I got to watch where I'm going, so I got to trust you to come on steady after us, all right?"The little ghost nodded. And so
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Ford Madox Brown The Coat of Many Colors
Ford Madox Brown The Coat of Many ColorsPierre Auguste Renoir Dance at BougivalMary Cassatt Tea
poison, and thought of her dear Pan waiting there alone, her heart's companion, watching her disappear into the mist, and she fell into a storm of weeping. Her passionate sobs didn't echo, because the mist muffled them, but all along the shore in innumerable ponds and shallows, in wretched broken tree stumps, the damaged creatures that lurked
"I don't know."
"When we leave, will we come back this way?"
"Leave?"
"We're going to come back. We're going to the land of the dead and we are going to come back."
"Not this way."
"Then some other way, but we will!"
"I have taken millions, and none came back." there heard her full-hearted cry and drew themselves a little closer to the ground, afraid of such passion."If he could come...” but the boatman shook his head."He can come in the boat, but if he does, the boat stays here," he said."But how will she find him again?"
poison, and thought of her dear Pan waiting there alone, her heart's companion, watching her disappear into the mist, and she fell into a storm of weeping. Her passionate sobs didn't echo, because the mist muffled them, but all along the shore in innumerable ponds and shallows, in wretched broken tree stumps, the damaged creatures that lurked
"I don't know."
"When we leave, will we come back this way?"
"Leave?"
"We're going to come back. We're going to the land of the dead and we are going to come back."
"Not this way."
"Then some other way, but we will!"
"I have taken millions, and none came back." there heard her full-hearted cry and drew themselves a little closer to the ground, afraid of such passion."If he could come...” but the boatman shook his head."He can come in the boat, but if he does, the boat stays here," he said."But how will she find him again?"
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Jack Vettriano A Kind of Loving II
Jack Vettriano A Kind of Loving IIJack Vettriano a Fille a la motoJack Vettriano 301.129
called up, Lord Asriel replied, and the men withdrew to the doorway.
The intention craft moved, though Mrs. Coulter was not sure how. It was almost as if it had quivered, though there it was, quite still, poised with a strange energy on those six insect legs. As she looked, it moved again, and then she saw what was happening: various parts of it were revolving, turning this way and that, scanning the dark sky overhead. Lord Asriel sat busily moving this lever, checking that dial, adjusting that control; and then suddenly the intention craft vanished. Jack Vettriano Zara Philips by Rankin
Somehow, it had sprung into the air. It was hovering above them now, as high as a treetop, turning slowly to the left. There was no sound of an engine, no hint of how it was held against gravity. It simply hung in the air.
"Listen," said King Ogunwe. "To the south."
She turned her head and strained to hear. There was a wind that moaned around the edge of the mountain, and there were the deep hammer blows from the presses, which she felt through the soles of her feet, and there was the sound of voices from the lit doorway, but at
called up, Lord Asriel replied, and the men withdrew to the doorway.
The intention craft moved, though Mrs. Coulter was not sure how. It was almost as if it had quivered, though there it was, quite still, poised with a strange energy on those six insect legs. As she looked, it moved again, and then she saw what was happening: various parts of it were revolving, turning this way and that, scanning the dark sky overhead. Lord Asriel sat busily moving this lever, checking that dial, adjusting that control; and then suddenly the intention craft vanished. Jack Vettriano Zara Philips by Rankin
Somehow, it had sprung into the air. It was hovering above them now, as high as a treetop, turning slowly to the left. There was no sound of an engine, no hint of how it was held against gravity. It simply hung in the air.
"Listen," said King Ogunwe. "To the south."
She turned her head and strained to hear. There was a wind that moaned around the edge of the mountain, and there were the deep hammer blows from the presses, which she felt through the soles of her feet, and there was the sound of voices from the lit doorway, but at
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Henri Matisse Woman with a Hat
Henri Matisse Woman with a HatHenri Matisse The WindowHenri Matisse The Green Line
the charter of this vessel with gold, and hired the crew, and turned the draining of the Arctic to their own advantage by letting the river take them as far inland as it could, and as it had its source in the northern foothills of the without a backward glance, and besides, they didn't much like the bears, for all their gold. Will was a foreigner, and as long as he paid for his food, they cared little what he did. Besides, there was that strange daemon of his, which seemed so like a witch's: sometimes it was there, and sometimes it seemed to have vanished. Superstitious, like many sailors, they were happy to leave him alone.very mountains they sought, and as Lyra was imprisoned there, too, things had fallen out well so far.So time went past.During the day Will dozed on deck, resting, gathering strength, because he was exhausted in every part of his being. He watched as the scenery began to change, and the rolling steppe gave way to low grassy hills and then to higher land, with the occasional gorge or cataract; and still the boat steamed south.He talked to the captain and the crew, out of politeness, but lacking Lyra's instant ease with strangers, he found it difficult to think of much to say; and in any case they were little interested in him. This was only a job, and when it was over they would leave
the charter of this vessel with gold, and hired the crew, and turned the draining of the Arctic to their own advantage by letting the river take them as far inland as it could, and as it had its source in the northern foothills of the without a backward glance, and besides, they didn't much like the bears, for all their gold. Will was a foreigner, and as long as he paid for his food, they cared little what he did. Besides, there was that strange daemon of his, which seemed so like a witch's: sometimes it was there, and sometimes it seemed to have vanished. Superstitious, like many sailors, they were happy to leave him alone.very mountains they sought, and as Lyra was imprisoned there, too, things had fallen out well so far.So time went past.During the day Will dozed on deck, resting, gathering strength, because he was exhausted in every part of his being. He watched as the scenery began to change, and the rolling steppe gave way to low grassy hills and then to higher land, with the occasional gorge or cataract; and still the boat steamed south.He talked to the captain and the crew, out of politeness, but lacking Lyra's instant ease with strangers, he found it difficult to think of much to say; and in any case they were little interested in him. This was only a job, and when it was over they would leave
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Henri Rousseau The Dream
Henri Rousseau The DreamPaul Cezanne Mount Sainte VictoirePaul Cezanne Card Players
beings fought this way and that in the dimness, like great wasps caught in a mighty spider's web, making no sound: all Will could hear was the breaking twigs and the brushing leaves as they struggled together.
He couldn't use the Regent!"
His voice made Will's head ring; he had never heard such a cry. And a moment later the angel would have sprung into the air, but Will dropped his torch and leapt forward. He had killed a cliff-ghast, but using the knife on a being shaped like himself was much harder. Nevertheless, he gathered the great beating wings into his arms and slashed again and again at the knife: they were all moving too quickly. Instead, he took the electric torch from the rucksack and switched it on.None of them expected that. The attacker threw up his wings, Balthamos flung his arm across his eyes, and only Baruch had the presence of mind to hold on. But Will could see what it was, this enemy: another angel, much bigger and stronger than they were, and Baruch's hand was clamped over his mouth."Will!" cried Balthamos. "The knife … cut a way out …"And at the same moment the attacker tore himself free of Baruch's hands, and cried:"Lord Regent! I have them! Lord
beings fought this way and that in the dimness, like great wasps caught in a mighty spider's web, making no sound: all Will could hear was the breaking twigs and the brushing leaves as they struggled together.
He couldn't use the Regent!"
His voice made Will's head ring; he had never heard such a cry. And a moment later the angel would have sprung into the air, but Will dropped his torch and leapt forward. He had killed a cliff-ghast, but using the knife on a being shaped like himself was much harder. Nevertheless, he gathered the great beating wings into his arms and slashed again and again at the knife: they were all moving too quickly. Instead, he took the electric torch from the rucksack and switched it on.None of them expected that. The attacker threw up his wings, Balthamos flung his arm across his eyes, and only Baruch had the presence of mind to hold on. But Will could see what it was, this enemy: another angel, much bigger and stronger than they were, and Baruch's hand was clamped over his mouth."Will!" cried Balthamos. "The knife … cut a way out …"And at the same moment the attacker tore himself free of Baruch's hands, and cried:"Lord Regent! I have them! Lord
Monday, January 12, 2009
Alphonse Maria Mucha Heidsieck and Co
Alphonse Maria Mucha Heidsieck and CoAlphonse Maria Mucha FruitAlphonse Maria Mucha Flower
from where all other parts of finding a workable system, be it for productivity or careers or something else entirely. It works as such and can provide a good introduction to underlying principles. I think, at least in part, Pavlina’s approach is a reflection of how he came to the topic of personal development. In the introduction to the book, he relates the moment when he decided he needed to straighten out his — he was 19 years old and in jail. He Consider the first half of the book’s table of cdecided he needed to start from the ground up, down to the point where he needed a new code of ethics. I doubt Personal Development for Smart People could have been written by any personal development expert who came to the field needing to solve just one problem or answer just one question. On a fundamental level, Personal Development for Smart People really is about building from only starting principles.ontents:
from where all other parts of finding a workable system, be it for productivity or careers or something else entirely. It works as such and can provide a good introduction to underlying principles. I think, at least in part, Pavlina’s approach is a reflection of how he came to the topic of personal development. In the introduction to the book, he relates the moment when he decided he needed to straighten out his — he was 19 years old and in jail. He Consider the first half of the book’s table of cdecided he needed to start from the ground up, down to the point where he needed a new code of ethics. I doubt Personal Development for Smart People could have been written by any personal development expert who came to the field needing to solve just one problem or answer just one question. On a fundamental level, Personal Development for Smart People really is about building from only starting principles.ontents:
Jack Vettriano The Cocktail Shaker
Jack Vettriano The Cocktail ShakerJack Vettriano The City CafeJack Vettriano The Cigar Divan
was sitting here at my computer, pondering whether I wanted to write a post with tips about “making 2009 your best year ever”. It’s been done, and most of my tips you’ve already read before on Zen Habits.That’s because if you implemented this one tip, you wouldn’t really need any others. It would put all of us out of Business.
I made a small list of things I’d recommend to anyone wanting to make 2009 their best year ever … coming up with a single lie-changing goal, creating a mantra for that goal to keep them on track, simplifying their lives, making time for loved ones and themselves, learning to be in the moment … all of these are great tips, and I could come up with a dozen more that would really help people if they wanted to make positive changes.
But then I realized that there’s just one tip that’s needed. And it’s not a tip you’ll read in most personal development, productivity or self-help blogs or books
was sitting here at my computer, pondering whether I wanted to write a post with tips about “making 2009 your best year ever”. It’s been done, and most of my tips you’ve already read before on Zen Habits.That’s because if you implemented this one tip, you wouldn’t really need any others. It would put all of us out of Business.
I made a small list of things I’d recommend to anyone wanting to make 2009 their best year ever … coming up with a single lie-changing goal, creating a mantra for that goal to keep them on track, simplifying their lives, making time for loved ones and themselves, learning to be in the moment … all of these are great tips, and I could come up with a dozen more that would really help people if they wanted to make positive changes.
But then I realized that there’s just one tip that’s needed. And it’s not a tip you’ll read in most personal development, productivity or self-help blogs or books
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Thomas Kinkade The Beginning of a Perfect Day
Thomas Kinkade The Beginning of a Perfect DayThomas Kinkade Sunset at Riverbend FarmThomas Kinkade Seaside Hideaway
There's no more satisfying treat on a hot, summer day that a nice, coldpopsicle. We've heard that some people actually eat them, too.Here's What You Need:One popsicle (your choice of flavor).Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. she might find it pleasurable, slowly insert just the tip of thepopsicle and gauge her reaction. If your woman enjoys this, turn yourwrist back and forth, rotating the popsicle that's barely inside her vagina.Now use your tongue. Start by licking away the juice from the lips ofyour woman's vagina. Hold the popsicle just above the clitoris and letthe juice run down. Again, lick away the juice.Continue until "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice creamHave her lie on her back with her knees bentand legs slightly apart.Hold the popsicle by the stick and glide it along her breasts, down herstomach and across her bikini line. Go slowly, so that some of thepopsicle melts against her warm, soft skin.Using your mouth and tongue, remove the popsicle juice from yourwoman's body. Now it's time to move to a more sensitive area.Touch the tip of the popsicle to your woman's vagina. Run it up anddown the lips, letting the melted juice trickle down the warm folds of skin.At this point, you might be thinking about inserting the popsicle. This is ajudgment call on your part, and matter of personal preference on hers. Ifyou think
There's no more satisfying treat on a hot, summer day that a nice, coldpopsicle. We've heard that some people actually eat them, too.Here's What You Need:One popsicle (your choice of flavor).Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. she might find it pleasurable, slowly insert just the tip of thepopsicle and gauge her reaction. If your woman enjoys this, turn yourwrist back and forth, rotating the popsicle that's barely inside her vagina.Now use your tongue. Start by licking away the juice from the lips ofyour woman's vagina. Hold the popsicle just above the clitoris and letthe juice run down. Again, lick away the juice.Continue until "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice creamHave her lie on her back with her knees bentand legs slightly apart.Hold the popsicle by the stick and glide it along her breasts, down herstomach and across her bikini line. Go slowly, so that some of thepopsicle melts against her warm, soft skin.Using your mouth and tongue, remove the popsicle juice from yourwoman's body. Now it's time to move to a more sensitive area.Touch the tip of the popsicle to your woman's vagina. Run it up anddown the lips, letting the melted juice trickle down the warm folds of skin.At this point, you might be thinking about inserting the popsicle. This is ajudgment call on your part, and matter of personal preference on hers. Ifyou think
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Andy Warhol Gun 1982
Andy Warhol Gun 1982Andy Warhol Gun 1981-82Andy Warhol Flowers, 1970 (Red, Yellow, Orange on Blue
Although psychological factors certainly affect male sexual function, recent studies show that most cases of impotence are due to underlying disease or lifestyle factors. Here we discuss some of the most common culprits:Research has found that Diabetes, atherosclerosis, paralysis, or, less commonly, hormonal imbalances are blood flow by constricting the small arteries, including those that bring blood to the penis. Medications that commonly cause impotence include antihypertensives, acid-suppressants for ulcers, antidepressants, and sleeping pills. In most cases, an alternative drug can be prescribed.among the organic causes of impotence. The use of a number of drugs -- including alcohol, nicotine, illegal substances, as well as prescription medications -- can lead to impotence. It is recommended that nicotine be avoided, as it impedes
Although psychological factors certainly affect male sexual function, recent studies show that most cases of impotence are due to underlying disease or lifestyle factors. Here we discuss some of the most common culprits:Research has found that Diabetes, atherosclerosis, paralysis, or, less commonly, hormonal imbalances are blood flow by constricting the small arteries, including those that bring blood to the penis. Medications that commonly cause impotence include antihypertensives, acid-suppressants for ulcers, antidepressants, and sleeping pills. In most cases, an alternative drug can be prescribed.among the organic causes of impotence. The use of a number of drugs -- including alcohol, nicotine, illegal substances, as well as prescription medications -- can lead to impotence. It is recommended that nicotine be avoided, as it impedes
William Beard Dancing Bears
William Beard Dancing Bears
William Beard So You Wanna Get MarriedWilliam Beard Phantom Crane
you do sell never look back. Fagedaboudit! In 80% of those you do look back six months later you will see you are way ahead in the money
Do not allow an emotional attachment to keep you in any stock or fund. It will drain you both mentally and financially.
Al Thomas' book, "If It Doesn't Go Up, Don't Buy It!" has helped thousands of people make money and keep their profits with his simple 2-step method. Read the first chapter at httpand discover why he's the man that Wall Street does not want you to know.
anything you buy. If you were in the buggy whip Exchange Traded Fund (ETF) you did your research 1900 and saw the automobile putting the horse out to pasture you easily knew it was time to sell out. That also applies to any you make in the stock market.
William Beard So You Wanna Get MarriedWilliam Beard Phantom Crane
you do sell never look back. Fagedaboudit! In 80% of those you do look back six months later you will see you are way ahead in the money
Do not allow an emotional attachment to keep you in any stock or fund. It will drain you both mentally and financially.
Al Thomas' book, "If It Doesn't Go Up, Don't Buy It!" has helped thousands of people make money and keep their profits with his simple 2-step method. Read the first chapter at httpand discover why he's the man that Wall Street does not want you to know.
anything you buy. If you were in the buggy whip Exchange Traded Fund (ETF) you did your research 1900 and saw the automobile putting the horse out to pasture you easily knew it was time to sell out. That also applies to any you make in the stock market.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Jack Vettriano Girls' Night
Jack Vettriano Girls' NightJack Vettriano Ghosts From The PastJack Vettriano Games of Power
the trees, on the grass; and they went up and up until it seemed that they would touch the sky. They were great full-blown roses, showing their hearts, wonderful golden hearts from which came the hot, bright rays which had wrapped Tyltyl in that summer warmth. Bound the roses, birds sang and bees buzzed gaily.
"I can't believe it! It's not possible!" said Tyltyl. "What has become of the tombs and the stone crosses?"
Dazzled and , but under fresh forms. The fading rose sheds its pollen, which gives birth to other roses, and its scattered petals scent the air. The fruits come when the blossoms fall from the trees; and the dingy, hairy caterpillar turns into a brilliant butterfly. Nothing perishes…there are only changes…
Beautiful birds circled all round Tyltyl and Mytyl. There were no blue ones among them, but the two Children were so glad of their discovery that they asked for nothing more. Astonished and delighted, they kept on repeating "There are no Dead!…There are no Dead!…"bewildered, the two children walked hand in hand through the graveyard, of which not a trace remained, for there was nothing side. They were as glad and happy as could be, after their terrible fright. They had thought that ugly skeletons would rise from the earth and run after them, pulling horrid faces; they had imagined all sorts of awful things. And now, in the presence of the truth, they saw that all that they had been told was a great big story and that on always, always
the trees, on the grass; and they went up and up until it seemed that they would touch the sky. They were great full-blown roses, showing their hearts, wonderful golden hearts from which came the hot, bright rays which had wrapped Tyltyl in that summer warmth. Bound the roses, birds sang and bees buzzed gaily.
"I can't believe it! It's not possible!" said Tyltyl. "What has become of the tombs and the stone crosses?"
Dazzled and , but under fresh forms. The fading rose sheds its pollen, which gives birth to other roses, and its scattered petals scent the air. The fruits come when the blossoms fall from the trees; and the dingy, hairy caterpillar turns into a brilliant butterfly. Nothing perishes…there are only changes…
Beautiful birds circled all round Tyltyl and Mytyl. There were no blue ones among them, but the two Children were so glad of their discovery that they asked for nothing more. Astonished and delighted, they kept on repeating "There are no Dead!…There are no Dead!…"bewildered, the two children walked hand in hand through the graveyard, of which not a trace remained, for there was nothing side. They were as glad and happy as could be, after their terrible fright. They had thought that ugly skeletons would rise from the earth and run after them, pulling horrid faces; they had imagined all sorts of awful things. And now, in the presence of the truth, they saw that all that they had been told was a great big story and that on always, always
Andy Warhol Shot Blue Marilyn 1964 painting
Andy Warhol Shot Blue Marilyn 1964 paintingAndy Warhol Pink Cow paintingAndy Warhol Page from Lips Book painting
shattered! For the first time, our poor friend perceived the mortifications, the vexations, the obstacles that awaited him! Alas, was he attempting an impossible thing? Was the Fairy making fun of him? Would he ever find the Blue Bird? All his courage seemed to be leaving him...
To add to his misfortunes, he could not find the straight road by which he had come. There was not a single white pansy Light, fair and beautiful in her diamond-coloured dress. She smiled when Tyltyl told her of his first failure. She knew what the little ones were seeking; she knew everything. For Light surrounds all mortals with her love, though none of them is fond enough of her ever to receive her thoroughly and thus to learn all the secrets of Truth. Now, for the first time, thanks to the diamond which the Fairy had given to the boy, she was going to try and conquer a human soul:
"Do not be sad," she said to the Children. "Are you not pleased to have seen your on the ground; and he began to cry. Luckily, our little friends were not to remain in trouble long. The Fairy had promised that Light would watch over them. The first trial was over; and, just as outside the old people's house a little while ago, the mist now suddenly lifted. But, instead of disclosing a , it revealed a marvellous temple, with a blinding glare streaming from it. On the threshold stood
shattered! For the first time, our poor friend perceived the mortifications, the vexations, the obstacles that awaited him! Alas, was he attempting an impossible thing? Was the Fairy making fun of him? Would he ever find the Blue Bird? All his courage seemed to be leaving him...
To add to his misfortunes, he could not find the straight road by which he had come. There was not a single white pansy Light, fair and beautiful in her diamond-coloured dress. She smiled when Tyltyl told her of his first failure. She knew what the little ones were seeking; she knew everything. For Light surrounds all mortals with her love, though none of them is fond enough of her ever to receive her thoroughly and thus to learn all the secrets of Truth. Now, for the first time, thanks to the diamond which the Fairy had given to the boy, she was going to try and conquer a human soul:
"Do not be sad," she said to the Children. "Are you not pleased to have seen your on the ground; and he began to cry. Luckily, our little friends were not to remain in trouble long. The Fairy had promised that Light would watch over them. The first trial was over; and, just as outside the old people's house a little while ago, the mist now suddenly lifted. But, instead of disclosing a , it revealed a marvellous temple, with a blinding glare streaming from it. On the threshold stood
Friday, January 2, 2009
Goya The Fall La Caida
Goya The Fall La CaidaGoya Dance of the Majos at the Banks of ManzanaresGoya A Walk in Andalusiahassam Washington Arch in Spring
Google recently released its annual rundown of popular searches for 2008 - what they call the "zeitgeist" list - and it's a reminder, once again, of how much we reveal about ourselves every time we type into a search bar.
We're interested in Obama, but we're also extremely fond of posing questions to Google like, "what is love?" and what is" category: "java" and "scientology").
Search engines have become modern society's version of an oracle - the place to ask all your questions, and after some churning of algorithms, something akin to an answer pops out.
Alone with just your computer screen, these searches can feel very private. But Google & Co. gather a lot of information about you as you surf, including the date and time for your search, your search terms, and your IP address, which is an 11-digit number that identifies , more important as far as advertisers are concerned, your location.
Companies like Google (GOOG, Fortune 500), Yahoo, and Microsoft
Google recently released its annual rundown of popular searches for 2008 - what they call the "zeitgeist" list - and it's a reminder, once again, of how much we reveal about ourselves every time we type into a search bar.
We're interested in Obama, but we're also extremely fond of posing questions to Google like, "what is love?" and what is" category: "java" and "scientology").
Search engines have become modern society's version of an oracle - the place to ask all your questions, and after some churning of algorithms, something akin to an answer pops out.
Alone with just your computer screen, these searches can feel very private. But Google & Co. gather a lot of information about you as you surf, including the date and time for your search, your search terms, and your IP address, which is an 11-digit number that identifies , more important as far as advertisers are concerned, your location.
Companies like Google (GOOG, Fortune 500), Yahoo, and Microsoft
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