Thomas Kinkade A New Day DawningJohn Collier LilithWilliam Bouguereau The Abduction of Psyche
of course thinking was what she was there for.
And when she looked through her spyglass and saw the relentless outward drift of the sraf, the shadow particles, it seemed to her as if were drifting away with them. She could find no explanation at all.
Three hundred years, the move in a very slight, very slow rhythm as the great tree swayed in the sea breeze. Holding the spyglass to her eye, she watched the myriad tiny sparkles drift through the leaves, past the open mouths of the blossoms, through the massive boughs, moving against the wind, in a slow, deliberate current that mulefa had said: that was how long the trees had been failing. Given that the shadow particles passed through all the worlds alike, presumably the same thing was happening in her universe, too, and in every other one. Three hundred years ago, the Royal Society was set up: the first true scientific society in her world. Newton was making his discoveries about optics and gravitation.Three hundred years ago in Lyra's world, someone invented the alethiometer.At the same time in that strange world through which she'd come to get here, the subtle knife was invented.She lay back on the planks, feeling the platform
2009年1月20日星期二
2009年1月18日星期日
Titian Bacchus and Ariadne
Titian Bacchus and AriadneLorenzo Lotto St Catherine of AlexandriaTheodore Chasseriau Apollo and Daphne
their deadly riders, but they held themselves back: they could see he was right.
And it had an effect on the ghosts, too: seeing Will standing unafraid and unharmed, they began to drift back toward the travelers. .
The ghost girl said, "This way, come with us, we'll find them!"
And both of them felt the strangest sensation, as if little ghost hands were reaching inside and tugging at their ribs to make them follow.They watched the harpies cautiously, but for all that, the lure of the warm flesh and blood, those strong heartbeats, was too much to resist.Lyra stood up to join Will. Her wound had opened again, and fresh blood was trickling down her cheek, but she wiped it aside."Will," she said, "I'm so glad we came down here together..."He heard a tone in her voice and he saw an expression on her face that he knew and liked more than anything he'd ever known: it showed she was thinking of something daring, but she wasn't ready to speak of it yet.He nodded, to show he'd understood
their deadly riders, but they held themselves back: they could see he was right.
And it had an effect on the ghosts, too: seeing Will standing unafraid and unharmed, they began to drift back toward the travelers. .
The ghost girl said, "This way, come with us, we'll find them!"
And both of them felt the strangest sensation, as if little ghost hands were reaching inside and tugging at their ribs to make them follow.They watched the harpies cautiously, but for all that, the lure of the warm flesh and blood, those strong heartbeats, was too much to resist.Lyra stood up to join Will. Her wound had opened again, and fresh blood was trickling down her cheek, but she wiped it aside."Will," she said, "I'm so glad we came down here together..."He heard a tone in her voice and he saw an expression on her face that he knew and liked more than anything he'd ever known: it showed she was thinking of something daring, but she wasn't ready to speak of it yet.He nodded, to show he'd understood
2009年1月15日星期四
Jack Vettriano Mirror Mirror
Jack Vettriano Mirror MirrorJack Vettriano Mind BendingJack Vettriano Midnight Blue
brighter cinders until the blade was glowing, and Will and Lyra saw a hundred colors swirling in the smoky depths of the metal, and when he judged the moment was right, Iorek told Will to take it and plunge it directly into the snow that away in the rucksack and sat, ignoring the spies, to wait for Lyra to come back.
Iorek had taken her a little farther up the slope, to a point out of sight of the cave, and there he had let her sit cradled in the shelter of his great arms, with Pantalaimon nestling mouse-formed at her breast. Iorek bent his head over her and nuzzled at her scorched and smoky hands. Without a word he began to lick them clean; his tongue was soothing on the burns, and she felt as safe as she had ever felt in her drifted outside.The rosewood handle was charred and scorched, but Will wrapped his hand in several folds of a shirt and did as Iorek told him. In the hiss and flare of steam, he felt the atoms finally settle together, and he knew that the knife was as keen as before, the point as infinitely rare.But it did look different. It was shorter, and much less elegant, and there was a dull silver surface over each of the joins. It looked ugly now; it looked like what it was, wounded.When it was cool enough, he packed it
brighter cinders until the blade was glowing, and Will and Lyra saw a hundred colors swirling in the smoky depths of the metal, and when he judged the moment was right, Iorek told Will to take it and plunge it directly into the snow that away in the rucksack and sat, ignoring the spies, to wait for Lyra to come back.
Iorek had taken her a little farther up the slope, to a point out of sight of the cave, and there he had let her sit cradled in the shelter of his great arms, with Pantalaimon nestling mouse-formed at her breast. Iorek bent his head over her and nuzzled at her scorched and smoky hands. Without a word he began to lick them clean; his tongue was soothing on the burns, and she felt as safe as she had ever felt in her drifted outside.The rosewood handle was charred and scorched, but Will wrapped his hand in several folds of a shirt and did as Iorek told him. In the hiss and flare of steam, he felt the atoms finally settle together, and he knew that the knife was as keen as before, the point as infinitely rare.But it did look different. It was shorter, and much less elegant, and there was a dull silver surface over each of the joins. It looked ugly now; it looked like what it was, wounded.When it was cool enough, he packed it
2009年1月14日星期三
Claude Monet The Luncheon
Claude Monet The LuncheonClaude Monet SunflowersClaude Monet Poplars
Ama climbed the path to the cave, bread and milk in the bag on her back, a heavy puzzlement in her heart. How in the world could she ever manage to reach the sleeping girl?
She came to the rock where the woman had told her to leave the food. She put it down, but she didn't go straight Home; she and through the spectrum tinted spray, until her hair and her eyelids and his squirrel fur were beaded all over with a million tiny pearls of moisture. The game was to get to the top without wiping your eyes, despite the temptation, and soon the sunlight sparkled and fractured into red, yellow, green, blue, and all the colors in between, but climbed a little farther, up past the cave and through the thick rhododendrons, and farther up still to where the trees thinned out and the rainbows began.There she and her daemon played a game: they climbed up over the rock shelves and around the little green-white cataracts, past the whirlpools
Ama climbed the path to the cave, bread and milk in the bag on her back, a heavy puzzlement in her heart. How in the world could she ever manage to reach the sleeping girl?
She came to the rock where the woman had told her to leave the food. She put it down, but she didn't go straight Home; she and through the spectrum tinted spray, until her hair and her eyelids and his squirrel fur were beaded all over with a million tiny pearls of moisture. The game was to get to the top without wiping your eyes, despite the temptation, and soon the sunlight sparkled and fractured into red, yellow, green, blue, and all the colors in between, but climbed a little farther, up past the cave and through the thick rhododendrons, and farther up still to where the trees thinned out and the rainbows began.There she and her daemon played a game: they climbed up over the rock shelves and around the little green-white cataracts, past the whirlpools
2009年1月13日星期二
Arthur Hughes Phyllis
Arthur Hughes PhyllisFranz Marc Zwei KatzenFranz Marc yellow cow
, "instead of looking for me?"
"We were not sure," said Balthamos, "that he would believe us unless we brought him proof of our good intentions. Two angels of low rank, among all the powers he is dealing with, why should he take us seriously? But if we could bring him the knife and its bearer, he might listen. The knife is a potent weapon, and Lord Asriel would be glad to You could fly to him much more quickly than I can walk, and I'm going to find Lyra first, come what may. just do that, just go, just leave me."
"But you need me," said Balthamos stiffly, "because I can pretend to be your daemon, and in Lyra's world you'd stand out otherwise."
Will was too angry to speak. He got up and walked twenty steps away have you on his side.""Well, I'm sorry," said Will, "but that sounds feeble to me. If you had any confidence in your secret, you wouldn't need an excuse to see Lord Asriel.""There's another reason," said Baruch, "We knew that Metatron would be pursuing us, and we wanted to make sure the knife didn't fall into his hands. If we could persuade you to come to Lord Asriel first, then at least...”"Oh, no, that's not going to happen," said Will. "You're making it harder for me to reach Lyra, not easier. She's the most important thing, and you're forgetting her completely. Well, I'm not. Why don't you just go to Lord Asriel and leave me alone? Make him listen.
, "instead of looking for me?"
"We were not sure," said Balthamos, "that he would believe us unless we brought him proof of our good intentions. Two angels of low rank, among all the powers he is dealing with, why should he take us seriously? But if we could bring him the knife and its bearer, he might listen. The knife is a potent weapon, and Lord Asriel would be glad to You could fly to him much more quickly than I can walk, and I'm going to find Lyra first, come what may. just do that, just go, just leave me."
"But you need me," said Balthamos stiffly, "because I can pretend to be your daemon, and in Lyra's world you'd stand out otherwise."
Will was too angry to speak. He got up and walked twenty steps away have you on his side.""Well, I'm sorry," said Will, "but that sounds feeble to me. If you had any confidence in your secret, you wouldn't need an excuse to see Lord Asriel.""There's another reason," said Baruch, "We knew that Metatron would be pursuing us, and we wanted to make sure the knife didn't fall into his hands. If we could persuade you to come to Lord Asriel first, then at least...”"Oh, no, that's not going to happen," said Will. "You're making it harder for me to reach Lyra, not easier. She's the most important thing, and you're forgetting her completely. Well, I'm not. Why don't you just go to Lord Asriel and leave me alone? Make him listen.
2009年1月12日星期一
Pablo Picasso Ambroise Vollard
Pablo Picasso Ambroise VollardPablo Picasso AccordionistIrene Sheri Music To My Ear
Most older comic book fans are not just interested in reading comics; they also want to learn about the medium. Over the years many comic book documentaries have been released covering everything from the heyday to the dark times and all ages in between. I’ve compiled what I feel are the ten best comic book documentaries. documentary about comics and it’s a pretty good one. Instead of looking simply at the history of comics CBU looks in depth at the influence comic books have had on movies. From the early serials to The Dark Knight this documentary has it all.
Interviews include Guillermo Del Toro, Stan Lee, Neal Adams, Ron Perlman, Mike Mignola, Paul Pope, Jim Steranko and a host of others. One of the best sections is Most of these are available either at your local video store, online or through the dark underbelly of bootlegs. Being the time of giving if any of our readers can think of one I forgot please let me know.10. Comic Books Unbound This is the newest and most current
Most older comic book fans are not just interested in reading comics; they also want to learn about the medium. Over the years many comic book documentaries have been released covering everything from the heyday to the dark times and all ages in between. I’ve compiled what I feel are the ten best comic book documentaries. documentary about comics and it’s a pretty good one. Instead of looking simply at the history of comics CBU looks in depth at the influence comic books have had on movies. From the early serials to The Dark Knight this documentary has it all.
Interviews include Guillermo Del Toro, Stan Lee, Neal Adams, Ron Perlman, Mike Mignola, Paul Pope, Jim Steranko and a host of others. One of the best sections is Most of these are available either at your local video store, online or through the dark underbelly of bootlegs. Being the time of giving if any of our readers can think of one I forgot please let me know.10. Comic Books Unbound This is the newest and most current
2009年1月11日星期日
Mary Magdalene at the Tomb
Mary Magdalene at the TombThomas Kinkade yankee stadiumThomas Kinkade ny yankee stadium
you're not into making love in the morning, you're selling your manshort. After a night full of erotic dreams, you better believe he would loveto wake up to an even sexier reality. Here's a great way to start his day.Here's What You Need:One pecan twirl pastry.Here's How You Do It:If your man isn't already naked, get him that way.Take the pecan twirl and man's penis, roll the pastry around the shaftall the way up to the head. Be careful not to break the twirl.Once you're done, nibble away at the top portion of the twirl until youhave uncovered the head of your man's penis. Pleasure that portion ofyour man orally.Nibble away another section of the twirl and pleasure the newlyuncovered section.Keep going until you have nibbled away all of the twirl. Pleasure yourman fully until he explodes in a day-breaking orgasm.PAGEbreak off only the outer-most circle (this part isusually somewhat dry and brittle and wouldn't lend itself to thistechnique). Now unroll the moist inner circles of the twirl until you haveone long strip of pastry.Starting at the base of your
you're not into making love in the morning, you're selling your manshort. After a night full of erotic dreams, you better believe he would loveto wake up to an even sexier reality. Here's a great way to start his day.Here's What You Need:One pecan twirl pastry.Here's How You Do It:If your man isn't already naked, get him that way.Take the pecan twirl and man's penis, roll the pastry around the shaftall the way up to the head. Be careful not to break the twirl.Once you're done, nibble away at the top portion of the twirl until youhave uncovered the head of your man's penis. Pleasure that portion ofyour man orally.Nibble away another section of the twirl and pleasure the newlyuncovered section.Keep going until you have nibbled away all of the twirl. Pleasure yourman fully until he explodes in a day-breaking orgasm.PAGEbreak off only the outer-most circle (this part isusually somewhat dry and brittle and wouldn't lend itself to thistechnique). Now unroll the moist inner circles of the twirl until you haveone long strip of pastry.Starting at the base of your
2009年1月7日星期三
Andy Warhol Mao 1972
Andy Warhol Mao 1972Andy Warhol Knives black and whiteAndy Warhol Jackie 1964
seems likely that many of Freud's sexual "insights" were unwittingly based on addict-think. Clearly, if the best answer lies in moderation and inner equilibrium, Freud could not have found it. For him, the way to treat the discomfort of withdrawal we stop beating our heads against the Freudian wall.
For example, anthropologists have noticed the pattern of lots of romance, sex and broken relationships in tribes who are thought to be good modern-day representatives of our distant ancestors, such as the !Kung of the Kalahari was indulgence, however deadly.Those of us who have grown up steeped in Freud's influence find it hard to conceive of a world where children and adults are taught the benefits of a middle path. Yet the pendulum may one day swing in the direction of an approach to sex that calls for no sexual repression based on threats of hell, but instead advises making love regularly - with a clear understanding of the benefits of self-control. Just think how good it will feel when
seems likely that many of Freud's sexual "insights" were unwittingly based on addict-think. Clearly, if the best answer lies in moderation and inner equilibrium, Freud could not have found it. For him, the way to treat the discomfort of withdrawal we stop beating our heads against the Freudian wall.
For example, anthropologists have noticed the pattern of lots of romance, sex and broken relationships in tribes who are thought to be good modern-day representatives of our distant ancestors, such as the !Kung of the Kalahari was indulgence, however deadly.Those of us who have grown up steeped in Freud's influence find it hard to conceive of a world where children and adults are taught the benefits of a middle path. Yet the pendulum may one day swing in the direction of an approach to sex that calls for no sexual repression based on threats of hell, but instead advises making love regularly - with a clear understanding of the benefits of self-control. Just think how good it will feel when
2009年1月5日星期一
Jack Vettriano Devotion II
Jack Vettriano Devotion IIJack Vettriano Defending ChampionsJack Vettriano Daytona Diner
Here we are! Turn the diamond!"
Then the light spread around them and showed them a wonderful sight. They were standing in the middle of a large round space in the heart of the forest, where all the old, old Trees seemed to reach up to the sky. Wide avenues formed a white star amidst the dark green of the wood. Everything was peaceful and still; but suddenly a strange The Lime-tree, who was a jolly, fat fellow, came up calmly, smoking his pipe; the conceited and dandified Chestnut-tree screwed his glass into his eye to stare at the Children. He wore a coat of green silk embroidered with pink and white flowers, lie thought the little ones too poorshiver ran through the foliage; the branches moved and stretched like human arms; the roots raised the earth that covered them, came together, took the shapes of legs and feet and stood on the ground; a tremendous crash rang through the air; the trunks of the Trees burst open and each of them let out its soul, which made its appearance like a funny human figure. Some stepped slowly from their trunks; others came out with a jump; and all of them gathered inquisitively round our friends. The talkative Poplar began to chatter like a magpie: "Little Men! We shall be able to talk to them! We have done with silence!... Where do they come from? ….Who are they?" And so he rattled on.
Here we are! Turn the diamond!"
Then the light spread around them and showed them a wonderful sight. They were standing in the middle of a large round space in the heart of the forest, where all the old, old Trees seemed to reach up to the sky. Wide avenues formed a white star amidst the dark green of the wood. Everything was peaceful and still; but suddenly a strange The Lime-tree, who was a jolly, fat fellow, came up calmly, smoking his pipe; the conceited and dandified Chestnut-tree screwed his glass into his eye to stare at the Children. He wore a coat of green silk embroidered with pink and white flowers, lie thought the little ones too poorshiver ran through the foliage; the branches moved and stretched like human arms; the roots raised the earth that covered them, came together, took the shapes of legs and feet and stood on the ground; a tremendous crash rang through the air; the trunks of the Trees burst open and each of them let out its soul, which made its appearance like a funny human figure. Some stepped slowly from their trunks; others came out with a jump; and all of them gathered inquisitively round our friends. The talkative Poplar began to chatter like a magpie: "Little Men! We shall be able to talk to them! We have done with silence!... Where do they come from? ….Who are they?" And so he rattled on.
2009年1月2日星期五
Avtandil Piano Night
Avtandil Piano NightAvtandil Out on the TownAvtandil Looking for LoveAvtandil In Love
Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen. Ford peered through the thick smoke that was billowing out of the he stepped out into the open. Still nothing happened. Twenty yards away he could dimly see through the smoke the space-suited figure of one of the cops. He was lying in a crumpled heap on the ground. Twenty yards in the other direction lay the second man. No one else was anywhere to be seen. This struck Ford as being extremely odd. Slowly, nervously, he walked towards the first one. The body lay reassuringly still as he approached it, and continued to lie reassuringly still as he reached it and put his foot down on the Kill-O-Zap gun that still dangled from its limp fingers. He reached down and picked it up, meeting no resistance. The cop was quite clearly dead. A quick examination revealed him to be from Blagulon Kappa - he was a methane-breathing, dependent on his space suit for survival in the thin oxygen atmosphere of Magrathea. Thesystem backpack appeared unexpectedly to have blown up. Ford poked around in it in considerable astonishment. These miniature suit computers usually had the full back-up of the on the ship, with which they were directly linked through the sub-etha. Such a system was fail-safe in all circumstances other than total feedback malfunction, which was unheard of.
Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen. Ford peered through the thick smoke that was billowing out of the he stepped out into the open. Still nothing happened. Twenty yards away he could dimly see through the smoke the space-suited figure of one of the cops. He was lying in a crumpled heap on the ground. Twenty yards in the other direction lay the second man. No one else was anywhere to be seen. This struck Ford as being extremely odd. Slowly, nervously, he walked towards the first one. The body lay reassuringly still as he approached it, and continued to lie reassuringly still as he reached it and put his foot down on the Kill-O-Zap gun that still dangled from its limp fingers. He reached down and picked it up, meeting no resistance. The cop was quite clearly dead. A quick examination revealed him to be from Blagulon Kappa - he was a methane-breathing, dependent on his space suit for survival in the thin oxygen atmosphere of Magrathea. Thesystem backpack appeared unexpectedly to have blown up. Ford poked around in it in considerable astonishment. These miniature suit computers usually had the full back-up of the on the ship, with which they were directly linked through the sub-etha. Such a system was fail-safe in all circumstances other than total feedback malfunction, which was unheard of.
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