Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Jack Vettriano Working the Lounge

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faces, pain had left lines around their eyes, and they were covered in dust and mud and not a little blood. And from the absolute passivity of their limbs, they seemed in the last stages of exhaustion.
Lyra was the , she opened her eyes and came properly awake. She didn't move for some time, because her arms and legs were so sore, and every part of her body felt limp with weariness; but still she was awake, and she felt the little breeze and the sun's warmth, and she heard the little insect scrapings and the bell song of that bird high above. It was all good. She had forgotten how good the world was.
Presently she rolled over and saw Will, still fast asleep. His hand had bled a lot, his shirt was ripped and filthy, his hair was stiff with dust and sweat. She looked first to wake. As the sun moved up the sky, it came past the rock above and touched her hair, and she began to stir, and when the sunlight reached her eyelids, she found herself pulled up from the depths of sleep like a fish, slow and heavy and resistant.But there was no arguing with the sun, and presently she moved her head and threw her arm across her eyes and murmured: "Pan, Pan..."Under the shadow of her arm

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carrying Pantalaimon.
They tore their glance away from each other's eyes.
"Good-bye, Mr. Scoresby!" Lyra cried, looking around for him. "I wish, oh, thank you, thank you, good-bye!"
"Good-bye, my dear child, good-bye, Will, go well!"
Lyra scrambled "You said I was a warrior. You told me that was my nature, and I shouldn't argue with it. Father, you were wrong. I fought because I had to. I can't choose my nature, but I can choose what I do. And I will choose, because now I'm free."
His father's smile was full of pride and tenderness. "Well done, my boy. Well done indeed," he said.
Will couldn't see him anymore. He turned and climbed through after Lyra.
And now that their purpose was achieved, now the children had found their daemons through, but Will stood still and looked into the eyes of his father's ghost, brilliant in the shadows. Before he left him, there was something he had to say.Will said to his father's ghost,

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Thomas Gainsborough The Blue Boy

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slantwise at the great rigid envelope of the craft, making a noise that almost drowned the clatter and howl of the straining engines, and obscuring the view of the ground.
"Not here," the pilot shouted over the noise. "We'll go around the spur."
Father to make the craft secure. The President settled back, tapping his fingers on the arm of his seat, gnawing his lip, but saying nothing and letting the pilot work unflustered.
From his hiding place in the transverse bulkheads at the rear of the cabin, Lord MacPhail watched fiercely as the pilot moved the throttle forward and adjusted the trim of the engines. The zeppelin rose with a lurch and moved over the rim of the mountain. Those legs of light suddenly lengthened and seemed to feel their way down the ridge, their lower ends lost in the whirl of sleet and rain."You can't get closer to the station than this?" said the President, leaning forward to let his voice carry to the pilot."Not if you want to land," the pilot said."Yes, we want to land. Very well, put us down below the ridge."The pilot gave orders for the crew to prepare to moor. Since the equipment they were going to unload was heavy as well as delicate, it was important

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Maxfield Parrish daybreak

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possible beforehand.
She took a coil long enough to reach over one of the branches of a high tree and back down to the ground, and strong enough to bear several times her weight. Then she cut a large number of short pieces of a smaller but very tough cord and made slings with them: short loops tied with a fisherman's knot, which could make hand- and footholds when she alien to creatures with wheels that the very thought of it horrified them.
Privately Mary knew how they felt. She swallowed her nervousness and tied an end of the thinnest, lightest line to one of her arrows, and sent it flying upward from the bowtied them to the main line.Then there was the problem of getting the rope over the branch in the first place. An hour or two's experimenting with some fine tough cord and a length of springy branch produced a bow; the Swiss Army knife cut some arrows, with stiff leaves in place of feathers to stabilize them in flight; and finally, after a day's work, Mary was ready to begin. But the sun was setting, and her hands were tired, and she ate and slept, preoccupied, while the mulefa discussed her endlessly in their quiet, whispers.First thing in the morning, she set off to shoot an arrow over a branch. Some of the mulefa gathered to watch, anxious for her safety. Climbing was so

Friday, January 16, 2009

Jack Vettriano The Shape Of Things To Come

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nothing can put you off, then all I can say is, come with me, and I will take you there, into the land of the dead. I'll be your guide. I can show you the way in, but as for getting out again, you'll have to manage by yourself."
"And my friends," said Lyra. "My friend Will and the others."
"Lyra," said others; and her death told her to go down to the jetty when the first light came to the sky, and prepare to leave.
But Pantalaimon was trembling and shivering, and nothing Lyra could do could soothe him into stillness, or quiet the soft little moan he couldn't help uttering. So her sleep was broken and shallow, on the floor of the shack with all the other sleepers, and her death sat watchfully beside her.Tialys, "against every instinct, we'll go with you. I was angry with you a minute ago. But you make it hard..."Lyra knew that this was a time to conciliate, and she was happy to do that, having gotten her way."Yes," she said, "I am sorry, Tialys, but if you hadn't got angry, we'd never have found this gentleman to guide us. So I'm glad you were here, you and the Lady, I'm really grateful to you for being with us."So Lyra persuaded her own death to guide her and the others into the land where Roger had gone, and Will's father, and Tony Makarios, and so many

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Jack Vettriano Seaside Sharks

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improvised workshop. The mighty workers in the ordnance factories under Lord Asriel's fortress, with their blast furnaces and rolling mills, their anbaric forges and hydraulic presses, would have laughed at the open fire, the stone hammer, the anvil consisting of a piece of Iorek's armor. Nevertheless, the bear had taken the measure of the task, and in the certainty of his movements the little spies began to see some quality that muffled their scorn.the floor and told Lyra to find some more stones of the same kind. He said that those stones, when heated, gave off a gas that would surround the blade and keep the air from it, for if the hot metal came in contact with the air, it would absorb some and be weakened by it.
Lyra set about searching, and with owl-eyed Pantalaimon's help soon had a dozen or more stones to hand. Iorek told her how to place them, and where, and showed When Lyra and Will came in with the bushes, Iorek directed them in placing branches carefully on the fire. He looked at each branch, turning it from side to side, and then told Will or Lyra to place it at such-and-such an angle, or to break off part and place it separately at the edge. The result was a fire of extraordinary ferocity, with all its energy concentrated at one side.By this time the heat in the cave was intense. Iorek continued to build the fire, and made the children take two more trips down the path to ensure that there was enough fuel for the whole operation.Then the bear turned over a small stone on

Thomas Kinkade Bridge of Faith

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Will stood up. His daemon, Lyra thought, would have the form of a tigress, and she shrank back from the anger she imagined the great animal to show.they were in their right places and he could see that they were all there. Lyra held a burning branch up, and in its light Iorek bent low to look closely at each piece, touching it delicately with his massive claws and lifting it up to turn it this way and that and examine the break. Will marveled at the deftness in those huge black hooks.
Then Iorek sat up again, his head rearing high into the shadow.
"Yes," he said, answering
"If we deceived you, it was necessary," he said. "Would you have agreed to come here if you knew the knife was broken? Of course you wouldn't. You'd have used your venom to make us unconscious, and then you'd have called for help and had us kidnapped and taken to Lord Asriel. So we had to trick you, Tialys, and you'll just have to put up with it."
Iorek Byrnison said, "Who is this?"
"Spies," said Will. "Sent by Lord Asriel. They

Thomas Kinkade The Good Life

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they set off once more.
Another hour, and most of the valley was in shadow, and Will was wondering whether they would find any shelter before night fell; but then Lyra gave a cry of relief and joy.
"Iorek! Iorek!"
She had seen him before Will had. The bear-king was some way off still, his white coat indistinct against a patch of snow, but when Lyra's voice echoed out he turned his head, raised it to sniff, and bounded down Presently Will came back and then they moved on, more slowly as the day went by and the track got steeper and the snow line nearer. They rested once more at the head of a rocky valley, because even Will could tell that Lyra was nearly finished: she was limping badly and her face was gray.
"Let me see your feet," he said to her, "because if they're blistered, I'll put some ointment on."
They were, badly, and sheresponse to his own message.
"How does that work?" she said when he'd finished.
Tialys looked at her

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Marc Chagall Paris Through the Window

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Let me see the knife," said Iorek Byrnison. "I understand metal. Nothing made of iron or steel is a mystery to a bear. But I have never seen a knife like yours, and I would be glad to look at it closely."
Will and the bear-king were on the foredeck of the river steamer, in the warm rays of the setting sun, and the vessel was making swifthim manipulate objects as skillfully as a human, and now he turned the knife this way and that, bringing it closely to his eyes, holding it to catch the light, testing the edge, the steel edge, on a piece of scrap iron.
"This edge is the one you cut my armor with," he said. "The other is very strange. I cannot tell what it is, what it will do, how it was made. But I want to understand it. How did you come to possess it?" progress upstream; there was plenty of fuel on board, there was food that Will could eat, and he and Iorek Byrnison were taking their second measure of each other. They had taken the first already.Will held out the knife toward Iorek, handle first, and the bear took it from him delicately. His thumb claw opposed the four finger claws, letting

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the road out of the village.
He walked for two hours, feeling the nausea gradually subside and a slow, pounding headache take its place. Balthamos made him stop at one point, and laid his cool hands on Will's neck and forehead, and the ache eased a little; but Will made himself a promise that he would never drink vodka again.
And in the late little town, where the buildings leaned even more perilously than the village, and where the flooding had left its mud stains on the walls high above Will's head. The edge of the town was deserted, but as he made his way toward the river, the noise of shouting, of screams, and of the crackle of rifle fire got louder.afternoon the path widened and came out of the reeds, and Will saw the town ahead of him, and beyond it an expanse of water so broad it might have been a sea.Even from some way off, Will could see that there was trouble. Puffs of smoke were erupting from beyond the roofs, followed a few seconds later by the boom of a gun."Balthamos," he said, "you'll have to be a daemon again. Just keep near me and watch out for danger."He walked into the outskirts of the scruffy

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Andy Warhol Guns

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find where Lyra's gone. She surely can't be far away. There was a woman, she'll be with her, the woman took her. Go and search, and come back and tell me what you see."
The angels rose up into the stormy air and vanished. Will felt a great sullen heaviness settle over him; he'd had little strength left before the fight with his father, and now he was nearly finished. All he wanted to do was close his eyes, which were so heavy and so sore with weeping.
He tugged the cloak over his head, clutched the rucksack to his breast, and fell asleep in a moment.
"Nowhere," said a voice.
Will heard it in the depths ofchild. But there is a lake of blue water where she must have camped. There is a dead man there, and a witch eaten by a Specter."
"A dead man? What does he look like?"
"He was in late middle age. Fleshy and smooth-skinned. Silver-gray hair. sleep and struggled to wake. Eventually (and it took most of a minute, because he was so profoundly unconscious) he managed to open his eyes to the bright morning in front of him."Where are you?" he said."Beside you," said the angel. "This way."The sun was newly risen, and the rocks and the lichens and mosses on them shone crisp and brilliant in the morning light, but nowhere could he see a figure."I said we would be harder to see in daylight," the voice went on. "You will see us best at half-light, at dusk or dawn; next best in darkness; least of all in the sunshine. My companion and I searched farther down the mountain, and found neither woman nor

Monday, January 12, 2009

Thomas Kinkade Yawkey Way

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The Amber Spyglass brings the intrigue of The Golden Compass and The Subtle Knife to a heartstopping close, marking the third volume as the most powerful of the trilogy. Along with the return of Lyra, Will, Mrs. Coulter, Lord Asriel, Dr. Mary Malone, and lorek Byrnison the armored bear, The Amber Spyglass introduces a host of new characters: thespyglass, and the names of who will live-and who will die-for love. And all the while, war rages with the Kingdom of Heaven, a brutal battle that-in its shocking outcome- will reveal the secret of Dust.In The Amber Spyglass, deftly weaves the cliffhangers and mysteries of The Golden Compass and The Subtle. Knife into an earth-shattering conclusion- and confirms his fantasy trilogy as an undoubted and enduring classic. Mulefa, mysterious wheeled creatures with the power to see Dust; Gallivespian Lord Roke, a hand-high spy-master to Lord Asriel; and Metatron, a fierce and mighty angel. And this final volume brings startling revelations, too: the painful price Lyra must pay to walk through the land of the dead, the haunting power of Dr. Malone's amber

Jack Vettriano The Remains of Love

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who kept food journals lost almost double the weight of their nonjournaling counterparts.
And at a time when Americans spend $35 billion a year on weight-loss products -- a figure larger than the gross domestic product of most developing countries -- the finding could be good news for those searching for an inexpensive route to a average of almost 13 pounds -- a significant amount, according to physicians. However, those who used a food diary more than five days a week lost almost twice as much weight as those who didn't. And perhaps more impressively, they kept the weight off.
When keeping food diaries, dieters write down, for better or healthier weight.The study, published in the American Journal of Preventive Medicine, focused on the efficacy of various behavioral weight-loss interventions in more than 1,500 overweight and obese adults. Participants were schooled on lifestyle interventions, which included weekly group sessions, regular exercise, a heart-healthy diet, reduced alcohol consumption and the use of food diaries. After five months, participants lost an

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Unknown Artist Abstract Autumn by Dougall

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Here's a classic technique that's probably been done for thousands ofyears. It definitely belongs in your "bag of tricks."Here's What You Need:One bottle of honey.Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her left side.Place use your tongue andmouth to lick and apply gentle suction, removing the honey from herentire right side.When you're done, have your woman turn over. Do the exact same thingto her left side.Now have your woman lie on her back with her knees bent and legsslightly apart.Extend your tongue and squeeze a small amount of honey (about thesize of a nickel) onto the tip.Pleasure your woman orally. When necessary, apply more honey to thetip of your tongue.PAGEa single drop of honey on her right ear lobe and another along herhairline behind the ear.Apply a small stream of honey all the way down her right side, from herarmpit to her ankle.Beginning at the ear lobe, slowly and methodically

Friday, January 9, 2009

Andy Warhol Flowers 1970

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back with her knees bent and legs slightly apart.With the mint still in your mouth, arouse your woman by gently kissingand licking her inner thighs, bikini line and vagina.If your woman is sufficiently aroused, you should be able to spot theclitoris. That's the "Captain." It's your job to rescue him.Move the mint to the tip of your tongue. Press the mint against yourwoman's clitoris and release it.Using suction, draw the clitoris you've ever wanted to stimulate those hard-to-reach spots inside yourwoman's vagina, this is the position to try.Here's What You Need:Just the two of you.Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. You, too.Have her lie down on either her left or right side.Tell your woman to take whichever leg is on top and raise it towards herchest so that her foot is resting on her other leg's knee.Enter your woman from behind. She will be astonished at how deep youcan plunge yourself inside of her.Continue this position until she's "done-dee."through the hole in the mint. Flick yourtongue as rapidly as you can over the clitoris and mint.Only when your woman reaches orgasm have you successfully "rescuedthe Captain."If you want to create an entire "Titanic" theme, place an ice cube in yourwoman's navel.PAGE

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Andy Warhol Flowers, 1970 (Red, Yellow, Orange on Blue

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.2 percent, the S&P 500 rose 0.3 percent and the Nasdaq Composite Index (.IXIC: Quote, Profile, Research) gained 0.9 percent.
For the year so far, the blue-chip Dow average is up 13.1 percent, while the S&P 500 is up 10.1 percent and the Nasdaq is up 16.2 percent.
MEMORIES OF in the banking the time. He remembers the person who ran the trust department calling and asking what he should do.
"I said 'take a break, don't get too excited, keep watching it, and eventually it 1987 MARKET CRASHIn addition to the blitz of numbers next week from earnings reports and economic indicators, Wall Street will face on Friday the 20th anniversary of the 1987 stock market crash. Friday's date commemorates "Black Monday," as October 19, 1987, came to be known, when the blue-chip Dow Jones industrial average fell 508 points, or 22.6 percent, in what is still the Dow's biggest percentage drop.Millen said he was working

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Jack Vettriano Dancing Couple

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It is about time that the SEC cracks down on both these types of scams. And that is what they are. Anything to get the investor (you) to part with his money.
For the next 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 http://www.mutualfundmagic.com and discover why he's the man that Wall Street does not want you to know.
Copyright 2005year we are going to see more Enron-type accounting scandals. These will cause the investor to become very wary about what to buy so he won't buy anything. This will cause the stock market to be weak. Each time another one hits the fan there will be additional selling. The basic confidence of the investor has been shaken and it will be a long time before it returns.I do sympathize with those who lost their money in Enron, but I do hope it will have the effect of activating some of the Washington beaurocrats to act to protect the millions who have not yet been victimized.Al Thomas' book, "If It Doesn't

Monday, January 5, 2009

Andy Warhol Mao 1972

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Those?" said the Child. "That's for the invention which I shall make on earth."
And, seeing Tyltyl stare with wide-open eyes, he added: "When I am on earth, I shall have to invent the thing that you like to see it?... It is over there, between those two columns .... "
Tyltyl turned round to look; but all the Children at once rushed at him, shouting:
"And, so saying, the last Child lit himself up entirely with a most extraordinary flame.
Amid these joyous exclamations, the Live Children were dragged towards the blue workshops, where each of the little inventors set his machine going. It was a great blue whirl of disks and pulleys and straps and fly-wheels and driving-wheels and cog-wheels and all kinds of wheels, which sent every No, no, come and see mine!..." "No, mine is much finer!..." "Mine is a wonderful invention!..." "Mine is made of sugar!..." "His is no good!..." "I’m bringing a light which nobody knows of!..."

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Andy Warhol Diamond Dust Shoes Lilac Blue Green painting

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You haven't the Blue Bird here by chance, I suppose?" At the same moment, Mytyl, lifting her head, saw a cage:
"Hullo, there's the old blackbird!... Does he still sing?"
As she spoke, the blackbird woke up and began to sing at the top of his voice.
"You seeboy, rejoicing at his conquest. "And Light too!"
"Come along," said the grandparents. "Come and look at the cow and the bees."
As the old couple were beginning to toddle across the garden, the children suddenly asked if their little dead brothers and sisters were there too. At the same moment, seven ," said Granny, "as soon as one thinks of him..." Tyltyl was simply amazed at what he saw: "But he's blue!" he shouted. "Why, that's the bird, the Blue Bird!... He's blue, blue, blue as a blue glass marble!... Will you give him to me?" The grandparents gladly consented; and, full of triumph, Tyltyl went and fetched the cage which he had left by the tree. He took hold of the precious bird with the greatest of care; and it began to hop about in its"How pleased the Fairy will be!" said the

Friday, January 2, 2009

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Why risk starting the new year with first-degree burns? If you have a place to set off some pyrotechnics, get the remote fireworks launcher. With a wireless remote you can set off up to five different fireworks at one time. Burn, baby, burn!The name suggests a centerpiece shooting a fountain of Martinis or Manhattans high into the sky. The Cocktail Fountain is not quite that, but it promises to deliver cascades of alcoholy delight directly into cups, which is almost as good. It's the adult version of the chocolate fountain.
DIY LED Mirror BallA disco mirror ball is a must-have for a New Year's Eve party. What else will you point your upraised hand toward when "Stayin' Alive" comes on? But ordinary mirror balls are so ... ordinary. Buy a mirror ball and soup it up with some LED to make your party even more disco-licious.
Cocktail FountainSome people just talk about painting the town red. Others actually do something about it. LED throwies are little blobs of LEDs, stuck together with a battery and a rare-earth magnet that can be thrown and stuck to any ferromagnetic surface in your neighborhood. They're cheap and easy to make. Throw a few to see where they stick, and light up the city.