Leroy Neiman Mardi Gras ParadeLeroy Neiman Lights of BroadwayLeroy Neiman Jour du SoleilLeroy Neiman Jazz Horns Hrun shrugged and went back to oiling his biceps. They gleamed.
"Looks alright to me," he said.
"Try tossing a coin," said Rincewind.
"looking at it.
Magic never dies. It merely fades away.
Nowhere was this more evident on the wide blue What?" "Go on. Toss a coin.""Hokay," Said Hrun. "if it gives you any pleasure."He reached into his pouch and withdrew a handful of loose change plundered from a dozen realms.With some care he selected a Zchloty leaden quarter-iotum and balanced it on a purple thumbnail."You call," he said. "Heads or-" he inspected the obverse with an air of intense concentration, "some sort of a fish with legs.""When it's in the air," said Rincewind. Hrun grinned and flicked his thumb. The iotum rose, spinning."Edge," said Rincewind, without
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Jack Vettriano The Letter
Jack Vettriano The Letter
Jack Vettriano Mad Dogs
The head tilt does indeed make me look happy-go-lucky, but I’m not sure my “What the HELL are you thinking?” look is the one I want immortalized.
Finally, my upstairs Arch the back just a little, but not so much that you’re poking the breasts out.
Jack Vettriano Bluebird
Jack Vettriano Waltzers
requires that you pump them up and make them feel like a superstar. When he works with regular people, he gives them the simplest instructions—down to earth things to do, things they can relate to—to get them to have fun. His advice for my shots:neighbor and freelance stylist extraordinaire, Roshawna Jackson assuages my dismay at being unable to master the art of the pose. “Modeling is harder than we think it is,” she said. “Celebrities are definitely coached. They’re taught.” She suggests:1. Never look directly into the camera. Look at the eyes of the photographer or at his or her forehead.2. Give longneck. Jut your neck out ever-so-slightly. If it feels really stupid or it hurts, it’s the right pose.3. Don’t slouch, sit up straight.
1. Tilt your head—just a slight incline—to look sassy and fun, a happy-go-lucky kind of look.
2. For more of a pout, imagine your boyfriend has been away for a month. Now he comes back and wants to watch football. Imagine the look you’d give him
Jack Vettriano Mad Dogs
The head tilt does indeed make me look happy-go-lucky, but I’m not sure my “What the HELL are you thinking?” look is the one I want immortalized.
Finally, my upstairs Arch the back just a little, but not so much that you’re poking the breasts out.
Jack Vettriano Bluebird
Jack Vettriano Waltzers
requires that you pump them up and make them feel like a superstar. When he works with regular people, he gives them the simplest instructions—down to earth things to do, things they can relate to—to get them to have fun. His advice for my shots:neighbor and freelance stylist extraordinaire, Roshawna Jackson assuages my dismay at being unable to master the art of the pose. “Modeling is harder than we think it is,” she said. “Celebrities are definitely coached. They’re taught.” She suggests:1. Never look directly into the camera. Look at the eyes of the photographer or at his or her forehead.2. Give longneck. Jut your neck out ever-so-slightly. If it feels really stupid or it hurts, it’s the right pose.3. Don’t slouch, sit up straight.
1. Tilt your head—just a slight incline—to look sassy and fun, a happy-go-lucky kind of look.
2. For more of a pout, imagine your boyfriend has been away for a month. Now he comes back and wants to watch football. Imagine the look you’d give him
Vincent van Gogh Souvenir de Mauve
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the pace began to quicken and the complicated threads of the chant began to rise Rincewind found himself watching fascinated. He had heard about the Old Magic at University, although it was forbidden to wizards. He knew that when prickling in the scalp that indicated the build-up of a heavy charge of raw enchantment in the vicinity, and so he was not utterly amazed when, a few seconds later, a shaft of vivid octarine light speared down from the invisible ceiling and focused, crackling, in the centre of the circle.
There it formed an image of a storm-swept, treegirt hill with a temple on its crest. Its shape did unpleasant things to the eye.
Rincewind knew that if it was a temple to Bel-Shamharoth it would the circle was spinning fast enough against the standing magical field of the Discworld itself in its slow turning, the resulting astral friction would build up a vast potential difference which would earth itself in a vast discharge of the Elemental Magical Force.The circle was a blur now, and the walls of the Tree rang with the echoes of the chant.Rincewind felt the familiar sticky
the pace began to quicken and the complicated threads of the chant began to rise Rincewind found himself watching fascinated. He had heard about the Old Magic at University, although it was forbidden to wizards. He knew that when prickling in the scalp that indicated the build-up of a heavy charge of raw enchantment in the vicinity, and so he was not utterly amazed when, a few seconds later, a shaft of vivid octarine light speared down from the invisible ceiling and focused, crackling, in the centre of the circle.
There it formed an image of a storm-swept, treegirt hill with a temple on its crest. Its shape did unpleasant things to the eye.
Rincewind knew that if it was a temple to Bel-Shamharoth it would the circle was spinning fast enough against the standing magical field of the Discworld itself in its slow turning, the resulting astral friction would build up a vast potential difference which would earth itself in a vast discharge of the Elemental Magical Force.The circle was a blur now, and the walls of the Tree rang with the echoes of the chant.Rincewind felt the familiar sticky
John Constable Weymouth Bay
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see into your mind, false wizard! Am I not a dryad? Do you not know that, what you belittle by the name tree is but the mere four-dimensional analogue of a whole multidimensional universe which - no, I can see you do not. I should Rincewind. They looked as though they could shoulder their way through solid rock and beat up a regiment of trolls into the bargain. The three handsome giants looked down at him with wooden menace. Their skins were the colour of walnut husks, and under it muscles bulged like sacks of melons.
He turned around again and grinned weakly at Druellae beginning to take on a familiar shape again.have realised that you weren't a real wizard when I saw you didn't have a staff.""Lost it in a fire," lied Rincewind automatically."No hat with magic sigils embroidered on it.""It blew off.""No familiar.""It died. Look, thanks for rescuing me, but if you don't mind I think I ought to be going. If you could show me the way out-"Something in her expression made him turn around. There were three he-dryads behind him. They were as naked as the woman, and unarmed. That last fact was irrelevant, however. They didn't look as though they would need weapons to fight
see into your mind, false wizard! Am I not a dryad? Do you not know that, what you belittle by the name tree is but the mere four-dimensional analogue of a whole multidimensional universe which - no, I can see you do not. I should Rincewind. They looked as though they could shoulder their way through solid rock and beat up a regiment of trolls into the bargain. The three handsome giants looked down at him with wooden menace. Their skins were the colour of walnut husks, and under it muscles bulged like sacks of melons.
He turned around again and grinned weakly at Druellae beginning to take on a familiar shape again.have realised that you weren't a real wizard when I saw you didn't have a staff.""Lost it in a fire," lied Rincewind automatically."No hat with magic sigils embroidered on it.""It blew off.""No familiar.""It died. Look, thanks for rescuing me, but if you don't mind I think I ought to be going. If you could show me the way out-"Something in her expression made him turn around. There were three he-dryads behind him. They were as naked as the woman, and unarmed. That last fact was irrelevant, however. They didn't look as though they would need weapons to fight
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Vincent van Gogh Four Cut Sunflowers
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He was wearing a dark robe, made darker by constant wear and irregular washings. In the raging gloom no-one appeared to notice a shadowy shape that shuffled desperately from table to table. At one point a fighter, staggering back, trod on what felt like fingers. A number of what felt like teeth bit his ankle. He yelped shrilly and upright, gasping and saw the floor in front of him scattered with bodies. A big black-bearded man, with a bloody sword in one hand, was trying a door handle.
"Hey!" screamed Rincewind. The man looked around and then, almost absent-mindedly, drew a short throwing knife from his bandolier and hurled it. Rincewind ducked. There was a brief scream behind him as the crossbow man, sighting down his weapon, dropped it and clutched at his throat.
The big man was already reaching for another knife. Rincewind looked around wildly, and then with wild improvisation drew himself up into a wizardly pose.
His hand was flung back. "Asoniti! Kyoruchal Beazleblor! "dropped his guard just sufficiently for a sword, swung by a surprised opponent, to skewer him.Rincewind reached the stairway, sucking his bruised hand and running with a curious, bent-over gait. A crossbow quarrel thunked into the banister rail above him, and he gave a whimper. He made the stairs in one breathless rush, expecting at any moment another, more accurate shot.In the corridor above he stood
He was wearing a dark robe, made darker by constant wear and irregular washings. In the raging gloom no-one appeared to notice a shadowy shape that shuffled desperately from table to table. At one point a fighter, staggering back, trod on what felt like fingers. A number of what felt like teeth bit his ankle. He yelped shrilly and upright, gasping and saw the floor in front of him scattered with bodies. A big black-bearded man, with a bloody sword in one hand, was trying a door handle.
"Hey!" screamed Rincewind. The man looked around and then, almost absent-mindedly, drew a short throwing knife from his bandolier and hurled it. Rincewind ducked. There was a brief scream behind him as the crossbow man, sighting down his weapon, dropped it and clutched at his throat.
The big man was already reaching for another knife. Rincewind looked around wildly, and then with wild improvisation drew himself up into a wizardly pose.
His hand was flung back. "Asoniti! Kyoruchal Beazleblor! "dropped his guard just sufficiently for a sword, swung by a surprised opponent, to skewer him.Rincewind reached the stairway, sucking his bruised hand and running with a curious, bent-over gait. A crossbow quarrel thunked into the banister rail above him, and he gave a whimper. He made the stairs in one breathless rush, expecting at any moment another, more accurate shot.In the corridor above he stood
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Paul Cezanne The Black Clock
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back and forth, and she had time to look around at the preposterous decoration: the walls were rich with gilt plasterwork, some of which was already peeling off or crumbling with damp, and the florid carpets were trodden with filth.
Finally of the room, a mighty throne reared up high. It was made of granite for strength and mas-siveness, but like so many other things in lofur's palace, it was decorated with overelaborate swags and festoons of gilt that looked like tinsel on a mountainside.
Sitting on the throne was the biggest bear she had ever seen. lofur Raknison was even taller and bulkier than lorek, and his face was much more mobile and expressive, with a kind of humanness in it which she had never seen in lorek's. When lofur looked the large door was opened from the inside. A blaze of light from half a dozen chandeliers, a crimson carpet, and more of that thick perfume hanging in the air; and the faces of a dozen or more bears, all gazing at her, none in armor but each with some kind of decoration: a golden necklace, a headdress of purple feathers, a crimson sash. Curiously, the room was also occupied by birds; terns and skuas perched on the plaster cornice, and swooped low to snatch at bits of fish that had fallen out of one another's nests in the chandeliers.And on a dais at the far end
back and forth, and she had time to look around at the preposterous decoration: the walls were rich with gilt plasterwork, some of which was already peeling off or crumbling with damp, and the florid carpets were trodden with filth.
Finally of the room, a mighty throne reared up high. It was made of granite for strength and mas-siveness, but like so many other things in lofur's palace, it was decorated with overelaborate swags and festoons of gilt that looked like tinsel on a mountainside.
Sitting on the throne was the biggest bear she had ever seen. lofur Raknison was even taller and bulkier than lorek, and his face was much more mobile and expressive, with a kind of humanness in it which she had never seen in lorek's. When lofur looked the large door was opened from the inside. A blaze of light from half a dozen chandeliers, a crimson carpet, and more of that thick perfume hanging in the air; and the faces of a dozen or more bears, all gazing at her, none in armor but each with some kind of decoration: a golden necklace, a headdress of purple feathers, a crimson sash. Curiously, the room was also occupied by birds; terns and skuas perched on the plaster cornice, and swooped low to snatch at bits of fish that had fallen out of one another's nests in the chandeliers.And on a dais at the far end
Monday, February 23, 2009
Juan Gris Breakfast
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into a Hyundai showroom and their ego won’t allow them to save $40,000. They would rather pay $100,000 for the SAME product, so long as they can be seen driving a Beemer. The ego is a very powerful thing and me to tell you that when it comes to how and where we spend our money, we are often emotional and irrational beings. And yes, the marketing and branding gurus have been benefiting from, and maximising this knowledge for years. It’s their goal to evoke an emotional response (feeling, reaction, decision) from you and I so that we will buy, no matter how much we haven’t the marketing folk made that fact work for them over the years?2. Most general new-car shoppers won’t consider the new $60,000 two-door Hyundai because they perceive it to be too expensive for that brand. No matter how good the actual product (car) is. As a result, the re-badged BMW doesn’t sell strongly and dies a sad and lonely death within two years of its launch. Never to be seen again. Consequently, a generation of car drivers will miss out on the automotive luxury bargain of the decade because of brand bias, stupidity and ego.Emotional ShoppersOf course, it’s no revelation for
into a Hyundai showroom and their ego won’t allow them to save $40,000. They would rather pay $100,000 for the SAME product, so long as they can be seen driving a Beemer. The ego is a very powerful thing and me to tell you that when it comes to how and where we spend our money, we are often emotional and irrational beings. And yes, the marketing and branding gurus have been benefiting from, and maximising this knowledge for years. It’s their goal to evoke an emotional response (feeling, reaction, decision) from you and I so that we will buy, no matter how much we haven’t the marketing folk made that fact work for them over the years?2. Most general new-car shoppers won’t consider the new $60,000 two-door Hyundai because they perceive it to be too expensive for that brand. No matter how good the actual product (car) is. As a result, the re-badged BMW doesn’t sell strongly and dies a sad and lonely death within two years of its launch. Never to be seen again. Consequently, a generation of car drivers will miss out on the automotive luxury bargain of the decade because of brand bias, stupidity and ego.Emotional ShoppersOf course, it’s no revelation for
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Franz Marc fighting forms
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rabbit, were close by listening at the door, and no one spoke above a whisper. Lyra asked their names. The red-haired girl was Annie, the dark plump one Bella, the thin one Martha. They didn't know the names of the boys, because the two sexes were kept apart for most of the time. They weren't treated badly.
"It's all right to be kids disappearing."
"She likes watching the kids, when they take us away, she likes seeing what they do to us. This boy Simon, he reckons they kill us, and Mrs. Coulter watches."
"They kill us?" said Lyra, shuddering.
"Must do. 'Cause no one comes back."here," said Bella. "There's not much to do, except they give us tests and make us do exercises and then they measure us and take our temperature and stuff. It's just boring really.""Except when Mrs. Coulter comes," said Annie.Lyra had to stop herself crying out, and Pantalaimon fluttered his wings so sharply that the other girls noticed."He's nervous," said Lyra, soothing him. "They must've gave us some sleeping pills, like you said, 'cause we're all dozy. Who's Mrs. Coulter?""She's the one who trapped us, most of us, anyway," said Martha. "They all talk about her, the other kids. When she comes, you know there's going
rabbit, were close by listening at the door, and no one spoke above a whisper. Lyra asked their names. The red-haired girl was Annie, the dark plump one Bella, the thin one Martha. They didn't know the names of the boys, because the two sexes were kept apart for most of the time. They weren't treated badly.
"It's all right to be kids disappearing."
"She likes watching the kids, when they take us away, she likes seeing what they do to us. This boy Simon, he reckons they kill us, and Mrs. Coulter watches."
"They kill us?" said Lyra, shuddering.
"Must do. 'Cause no one comes back."here," said Bella. "There's not much to do, except they give us tests and make us do exercises and then they measure us and take our temperature and stuff. It's just boring really.""Except when Mrs. Coulter comes," said Annie.Lyra had to stop herself crying out, and Pantalaimon fluttered his wings so sharply that the other girls noticed."He's nervous," said Lyra, soothing him. "They must've gave us some sleeping pills, like you said, 'cause we're all dozy. Who's Mrs. Coulter?""She's the one who trapped us, most of us, anyway," said Martha. "They all talk about her, the other kids. When she comes, you know there's going
Unknown Artist Brent Lynch Evening Lounge
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Oh, I don't think so. I think you must have wandered away from your father's party and got lost. Those huntsmen found you on your own and brought you straight here. That's what happened, Lizzie."
"I saw a fight," she said. "They was shooting arrows and that....I want my dad," she said more loudly, and felt herself you now and soon he'll come here because this is the only place for hundreds of miles, you know, and what a surprise he'll have to find you safe and sound! Now Sister Clara will take you along to the dormitory where you'll meet some other little girls and boys who got lost in the wilderness just like you. Off you go. We'll have another little talk in the morning."
Lyra stood up, clutching her doll, and Pantalaimon hopped onto her shoulder beginning to cry."Well, you're quite safe here until he comes," said the doctor."But I saw them shooting arrows!""Ah, you thought you did. That often happens in the intense cold, Lizzie. You fall asleep and have bad dreams and you can't remember what's true and what isn't. That wasn't a fight, don't worry. Your father is safe and sound and he'll be looking for
Oh, I don't think so. I think you must have wandered away from your father's party and got lost. Those huntsmen found you on your own and brought you straight here. That's what happened, Lizzie."
"I saw a fight," she said. "They was shooting arrows and that....I want my dad," she said more loudly, and felt herself you now and soon he'll come here because this is the only place for hundreds of miles, you know, and what a surprise he'll have to find you safe and sound! Now Sister Clara will take you along to the dormitory where you'll meet some other little girls and boys who got lost in the wilderness just like you. Off you go. We'll have another little talk in the morning."
Lyra stood up, clutching her doll, and Pantalaimon hopped onto her shoulder beginning to cry."Well, you're quite safe here until he comes," said the doctor."But I saw them shooting arrows!""Ah, you thought you did. That often happens in the intense cold, Lizzie. You fall asleep and have bad dreams and you can't remember what's true and what isn't. That wasn't a fight, don't worry. Your father is safe and sound and he'll be looking for
Friday, February 20, 2009
Leroy Neiman Lady Liberty
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the clang and scrape of lorek Byrnison's armor as he leaped fully clad over the sledges and into the fog, and that was followed by screams, snarling, crunching and tearing sounds, great smashing blows, cries of terror and roars of four or five shots, as against the ceaseless knocking rain of arrows. And more and more men fell every minute.
Oh, John Faa! she thought in anguish. You didn't foresee this, and I didn't help you!
But she had no more than a second to think that, for there was a mighty snarl from Pantalaimon, and something- another daemon-hurtled at him and knocked him down, crushing all the breath out of Lyra herself; and then hands were hauling at her, lifting her, stifling her cry with foul-smelling mittens, tossing her through the air into another's arms, and then pushing her flat down into the snow again, so that she was bearish fury as he laid them waste.But who was them? Lyra had seen no enemy figures yet. The gyptians were swarming to defend the sledges, but that (as even Lyra could see) made them better targets; and their rifles were not easy to fire in gloves and mittens; she had only heard
the clang and scrape of lorek Byrnison's armor as he leaped fully clad over the sledges and into the fog, and that was followed by screams, snarling, crunching and tearing sounds, great smashing blows, cries of terror and roars of four or five shots, as against the ceaseless knocking rain of arrows. And more and more men fell every minute.
Oh, John Faa! she thought in anguish. You didn't foresee this, and I didn't help you!
But she had no more than a second to think that, for there was a mighty snarl from Pantalaimon, and something- another daemon-hurtled at him and knocked him down, crushing all the breath out of Lyra herself; and then hands were hauling at her, lifting her, stifling her cry with foul-smelling mittens, tossing her through the air into another's arms, and then pushing her flat down into the snow again, so that she was bearish fury as he laid them waste.But who was them? Lyra had seen no enemy figures yet. The gyptians were swarming to defend the sledges, but that (as even Lyra could see) made them better targets; and their rifles were not easy to fire in gloves and mittens; she had only heard
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Thomas Kinkade country living
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When they returned to the ship, Farder Coram and John Faa and the other leaders spent a long time in conference in the saloon, and Lyra went to her cabin to consult the alethiome-ter. Within five minutes she knew still ship, without the continual creak of metal and timber or the rumble of the engine or the rush of water along the side, Lyra gradually fell asleep, with Pantalaimon on her pillow sleeping too.
She was dreaming of her great imprisoned father when suddenly, for no reason at all, she woke up. She had no idea what time it was. There was a faint light in the cabin that she took for moonlight, and it showed her new cold-weather furs that lay stiffly exactly where the bear's armor was, and why it would be difficult to get it back.She wondered whether to go to the saloon and tell John Faa and the others, but decided that they'd ask her if they wanted to know. Perhaps they knew already.She lay on her bunk thinking of that savage mighty bear, and the careless way he drank his fiery spirit, and the loneliness of him in his dirty lean-to. How different it was to be human, with one's daemon always there to talk to! In the silence of the
When they returned to the ship, Farder Coram and John Faa and the other leaders spent a long time in conference in the saloon, and Lyra went to her cabin to consult the alethiome-ter. Within five minutes she knew still ship, without the continual creak of metal and timber or the rumble of the engine or the rush of water along the side, Lyra gradually fell asleep, with Pantalaimon on her pillow sleeping too.
She was dreaming of her great imprisoned father when suddenly, for no reason at all, she woke up. She had no idea what time it was. There was a faint light in the cabin that she took for moonlight, and it showed her new cold-weather furs that lay stiffly exactly where the bear's armor was, and why it would be difficult to get it back.She wondered whether to go to the saloon and tell John Faa and the others, but decided that they'd ask her if they wanted to know. Perhaps they knew already.She lay on her bunk thinking of that savage mighty bear, and the careless way he drank his fiery spirit, and the loneliness of him in his dirty lean-to. How different it was to be human, with one's daemon always there to talk to! In the silence of the
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Vincent van Gogh A Novel Reader
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looked at his daemon. She was a ferret, and she lay very still beside his head, curled up but not asleep, for her eyes were open and glazed like his.
"What happened, and she spoke now.
"We caught three Gobblers in Clerkenwell and made them tell us who they were working for and where the orders came from and so on. They didn't know where the ?" said Farder Coram."Benjamin's dead," came the answer. "He's dead, and Gerard's captured."His voice was hoarse and his breath was shallow. When he stopped speaking, his daemon uncurled painfully and licked his cheek, and taking strength from that he went on:"We was breaking into the Ministry of Theology, because Benjamin had heard from one of the Gobblers we caught that the headquarters was there, that's where all the orders was coming from...."He stopped again."You captured some Gobblers?" said Farder Coram.Jacob nodded, and cast his eyes at his daemon. It was unusual for daemons to speak to humans other than their own, but it happened sometimes
looked at his daemon. She was a ferret, and she lay very still beside his head, curled up but not asleep, for her eyes were open and glazed like his.
"What happened, and she spoke now.
"We caught three Gobblers in Clerkenwell and made them tell us who they were working for and where the orders came from and so on. They didn't know where the ?" said Farder Coram."Benjamin's dead," came the answer. "He's dead, and Gerard's captured."His voice was hoarse and his breath was shallow. When he stopped speaking, his daemon uncurled painfully and licked his cheek, and taking strength from that he went on:"We was breaking into the Ministry of Theology, because Benjamin had heard from one of the Gobblers we caught that the headquarters was there, that's where all the orders was coming from...."He stopped again."You captured some Gobblers?" said Farder Coram.Jacob nodded, and cast his eyes at his daemon. It was unusual for daemons to speak to humans other than their own, but it happened sometimes
Edward Hopper Hills South Truro
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to keep a certain height above fen country, but who knew what cunning spy devices they might carry? Best to keep under cover when she heard them, or wear the oilskin sou'wester over her bright distinctive hair.
And she questioned Ma Costa about every detail of the story of her birth. She wove the details into a mental tapestry even clearer and sharper than the stories she made up, and lived over and over again the flight from the cottage, the concealment in the closet, the harsh-voiced challenge, the each other's wine.
"And the Ambassador was in a fix then, 'cause he couldn't refuse to drink without giving deadly insult, and he couldn't drink it because he knew it was poisoned. He went pale and he fainted right away at the table. And when he come round they was all still sitting there, waiting and looking at him
to keep a certain height above fen country, but who knew what cunning spy devices they might carry? Best to keep under cover when she heard them, or wear the oilskin sou'wester over her bright distinctive hair.
And she questioned Ma Costa about every detail of the story of her birth. She wove the details into a mental tapestry even clearer and sharper than the stories she made up, and lived over and over again the flight from the cottage, the concealment in the closet, the harsh-voiced challenge, the each other's wine.
"And the Ambassador was in a fix then, 'cause he couldn't refuse to drink without giving deadly insult, and he couldn't drink it because he knew it was poisoned. He went pale and he fainted right away at the table. And when he come round they was all still sitting there, waiting and looking at him
Monday, February 16, 2009
Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres Napoleon I on His Imperial Throne
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Also Thursday, Amazon said that it was working on making the titles for its popular e-book reader, the Kindle, available on a variety of mobile phones. The company, which is expected to unveil a new version of the Kindle next week, did not say when Kindle titles would be available on mobile phones.
“We arefor which copyrights have expired. In contrast, the Kindle library includes scores of newly released books, including many current best sellers.
Google said it would like to make other books available on mobile devices in the future, including out-of-print titles and current books it scans with the permission of publishing companies.. excited to make Kindle books available on a range of mobile phones,” said Drew Herdener, a spokesman for Amazon. “We are working on that now.”Google’s move greatly expands the number of e-books that are available for reading on the go. The Kindle currently offers about 230,000 titles.But the public domain books available through Google Book Search are not likely to be the most popular titles, as they are older books
“This is our first step, but it is an important step,” said Frances
Also Thursday, Amazon said that it was working on making the titles for its popular e-book reader, the Kindle, available on a variety of mobile phones. The company, which is expected to unveil a new version of the Kindle next week, did not say when Kindle titles would be available on mobile phones.
“We arefor which copyrights have expired. In contrast, the Kindle library includes scores of newly released books, including many current best sellers.
Google said it would like to make other books available on mobile devices in the future, including out-of-print titles and current books it scans with the permission of publishing companies.. excited to make Kindle books available on a range of mobile phones,” said Drew Herdener, a spokesman for Amazon. “We are working on that now.”Google’s move greatly expands the number of e-books that are available for reading on the go. The Kindle currently offers about 230,000 titles.But the public domain books available through Google Book Search are not likely to be the most popular titles, as they are older books
“This is our first step, but it is an important step,” said Frances
Caravaggio The Lute Player
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were going on in the Hall; she could see the stained-glass windows gradually beginning to glow as a servant moved up the tables lighting the naphtha lamps. The Steward's bell began to toll, announcing half an hour before dinner.the Retiring Room." "What?"
"Something about a child up in the Arctic. The one that wasn't attracting the Dust."
"They said it was an entire child....What about it?"
"That might be what they're going to do to Roger and the gyptians and the other kids."
"What?"
"Well, what does entire mean?"This was her world. She wanted it to stay the same forever and ever, but it was changing around her, for someone out there was stealing children. She sat on the roof ridge, chin in hands."We better rescue him, Pantalaimon," she said. He answered in his rook voice from the chimney. "It'll be dangerous," he said. '"Course! I know that.""Remember what they said in
were going on in the Hall; she could see the stained-glass windows gradually beginning to glow as a servant moved up the tables lighting the naphtha lamps. The Steward's bell began to toll, announcing half an hour before dinner.the Retiring Room." "What?"
"Something about a child up in the Arctic. The one that wasn't attracting the Dust."
"They said it was an entire child....What about it?"
"That might be what they're going to do to Roger and the gyptians and the other kids."
"What?"
"Well, what does entire mean?"This was her world. She wanted it to stay the same forever and ever, but it was changing around her, for someone out there was stealing children. She sat on the roof ridge, chin in hands."We better rescue him, Pantalaimon," she said. He answered in his rook voice from the chimney. "It'll be dangerous," he said. '"Course! I know that.""Remember what they said in
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Loose Hair
Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Loose HairFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Cropped HairFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Braid
Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. The three great tables that ran the length of the hall were laid already, the silver and the glass catching what little was Pantalaimon, and he was currently in the form of a moth, a dark brown one so as not to show up in the darkness of the hall.
"They're making too much noise to hear from the kitchen," Lyra whispered back. "And the Steward doesn't come in till the first bell. Stop fussing."light there was, and the long benches were pulled out ready for the guests. Portraits of former Masters hung high up in the gloom along the walls. Lyra reached the dais and looked back at the open kitchen door, and, seeing no one, stepped up beside the high table. The places here were laid with gold, not silver, and the fourteen seats were not oak benches but mahogany chairs with velvet cushions.Lyra stopped beside the Master's chair and flicked the biggest glass gently with a fingernail. The sound rang clearly through the hall."You're not taking this seriously," whispered her daemon. "Behave yourself."Her daemon's name
Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. The three great tables that ran the length of the hall were laid already, the silver and the glass catching what little was Pantalaimon, and he was currently in the form of a moth, a dark brown one so as not to show up in the darkness of the hall.
"They're making too much noise to hear from the kitchen," Lyra whispered back. "And the Steward doesn't come in till the first bell. Stop fussing."light there was, and the long benches were pulled out ready for the guests. Portraits of former Masters hung high up in the gloom along the walls. Lyra reached the dais and looked back at the open kitchen door, and, seeing no one, stepped up beside the high table. The places here were laid with gold, not silver, and the fourteen seats were not oak benches but mahogany chairs with velvet cushions.Lyra stopped beside the Master's chair and flicked the biggest glass gently with a fingernail. The sound rang clearly through the hall."You're not taking this seriously," whispered her daemon. "Behave yourself."Her daemon's name
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Winslow Homer The Herring Net
Winslow Homer The Herring NetWinslow Homer The Fog WarningWinslow Homer Snap the Whip
them unseeing.
But not unseen. The farther they drifted over the city, the more Lee could observe the behavior of these forms. And it was clear that some of the children were of interest to them, and that they followed certain children around: the older children, those who (as far as Lee could see through his telescope) were on the verge of feast on blood, but the Specters' food is attention. A conscious and informed interest in the world. The immaturity of children is less attractive to them."
"They're the opposite of those devils at Bolvangar, then."
"On the contrary. Both the Oblation Board and the Specters of Indifference adolescence. There was one boy, a tall thin youth with a shock of black hair, who was so thickly surrounded by the transparent beings that his very outline seemed to shimmer in the air. They were like flies around meat. And the boy had no idea of it, though from time to time he would brush his eyes, or shake his head as if to clear his vision."What the hell are those things?" said Lee."The people call them Specters.""What do they do, exactly?""You've heard of vampires?""Oh, in tales.""The Specters feast as vampires
them unseeing.
But not unseen. The farther they drifted over the city, the more Lee could observe the behavior of these forms. And it was clear that some of the children were of interest to them, and that they followed certain children around: the older children, those who (as far as Lee could see through his telescope) were on the verge of feast on blood, but the Specters' food is attention. A conscious and informed interest in the world. The immaturity of children is less attractive to them."
"They're the opposite of those devils at Bolvangar, then."
"On the contrary. Both the Oblation Board and the Specters of Indifference adolescence. There was one boy, a tall thin youth with a shock of black hair, who was so thickly surrounded by the transparent beings that his very outline seemed to shimmer in the air. They were like flies around meat. And the boy had no idea of it, though from time to time he would brush his eyes, or shake his head as if to clear his vision."What the hell are those things?" said Lee."The people call them Specters.""What do they do, exactly?""You've heard of vampires?""Oh, in tales.""The Specters feast as vampires
Johannes Vermeer The Concert
Johannes Vermeer The ConcertJohannes Vermeer Girl Reading a Letter at an Open WindowThomas Kinkade Town Square
lens 200 feet away. Using those photos, they created a working key 80 percent on their first try. Within three attempts they opened every lock.
Three processing, mat lab, and image transformation could do it in two days if they are good."
Keys, as the researchers demonstrated, are actually fairly easy to decode. A majority of keys marketed to consumers are basically just four to six different numbers. Each number corresponds to a ridge or valley in the key. When inserted into a lock, the ridges and valleys lines up a series of small pins that lets the lock turn.attempts could take less than five minutes. The replication process is very easy. Once the researchers have the image it takes the 30 seconds to decode the ridges and grooves on the key. If the angle is off or the lighting is tricky it takes the computr take a little longer.The longest part of the process, about one whole minute, is cutting the key."I think that this work would be really easy for someone else to reproduce," said Savage of his work. "Someone familiar with signal
lens 200 feet away. Using those photos, they created a working key 80 percent on their first try. Within three attempts they opened every lock.
Three processing, mat lab, and image transformation could do it in two days if they are good."
Keys, as the researchers demonstrated, are actually fairly easy to decode. A majority of keys marketed to consumers are basically just four to six different numbers. Each number corresponds to a ridge or valley in the key. When inserted into a lock, the ridges and valleys lines up a series of small pins that lets the lock turn.attempts could take less than five minutes. The replication process is very easy. Once the researchers have the image it takes the 30 seconds to decode the ridges and grooves on the key. If the angle is off or the lighting is tricky it takes the computr take a little longer.The longest part of the process, about one whole minute, is cutting the key."I think that this work would be really easy for someone else to reproduce," said Savage of his work. "Someone familiar with signal
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Unknown Artist Abstract Autumn by Dougall
Unknown Artist Abstract Autumn by DougallAndy Warhol Shot Blue Marilyn 1964Andy Warhol Pink Cow Lee Scoresby disembarked at the port in the mouth of the Yenisei River, and found the place in chaos, with fishermen trying to sell their meager catches of unknown kinds of fish to the canning factories; with shipowners angry about the harbor charges the authorities had raised to cope with the floods; and with hunters and Not only was the current swift, but the waters were laden with all kinds of debris: tree trunks, brushwood, drowned animals, and once the bloated corpse of a man. He had to pilot carefully and keep the little engine beating hard to make any headway.
He was heading for the village of Grumman's tribe. For guidance he had only his memory of having flown over the country some years before, but that memory was goodfur trappers drifting into town unable to work because of the rapidly thawing forest and the disordered behavior of the animals.It was going to be hard to make his way into the interior along the road, that was certain; for in normal times the road was simply a cleared track of frozen earth, and now that even the permafrost was melting, the surface was a swamp of churned mud.So Lee put his balloon and equipment into storage and with his dwindling gold hired a boat with a gas engine. He bought several tanks of fuel and some stores, and set off up the swollen river.He made slow progress at first.
He was heading for the village of Grumman's tribe. For guidance he had only his memory of having flown over the country some years before, but that memory was goodfur trappers drifting into town unable to work because of the rapidly thawing forest and the disordered behavior of the animals.It was going to be hard to make his way into the interior along the road, that was certain; for in normal times the road was simply a cleared track of frozen earth, and now that even the permafrost was melting, the surface was a swamp of churned mud.So Lee put his balloon and equipment into storage and with his dwindling gold hired a boat with a gas engine. He bought several tanks of fuel and some stores, and set off up the swollen river.He made slow progress at first.
Andy Warhol Mao 1972
Andy Warhol Mao 1972Andy Warhol Jackie 1964Andy Warhol Flowers 1970
First they went back to the café, to recover and rest and change their clothes. It was clear that Will couldn't go everywhere covered in blood, and the time of feeling guilty about taking things from shops was over; so he gathered a complete closed his eyes and breathed deeply several times.
Presently he felt calmer and set himself to washing. He did the best he could, drying himself on the increasingly bloodied towels, and then dressed in his new clothes, trying not to make them bloody too.
set of new clothes and shoes, and Lyra, demanding to help, and watching in every direction for the other children, carried them back to the café.Lyra put some water on to boil, and Will took it up to the bathroom and stripped to wash from head to foot. The pain was dull and unrelenting, but at least the cuts were clean, and having seen what the knife could do, he knew that no cuts could be cleaner; but the stumps where his fingers had been were bleeding freely. When he looked at them he felt sick, and his heart beat faster, and that in turn seemed to make the bleeding even worse. He sat on the edge of the bath and
First they went back to the café, to recover and rest and change their clothes. It was clear that Will couldn't go everywhere covered in blood, and the time of feeling guilty about taking things from shops was over; so he gathered a complete closed his eyes and breathed deeply several times.
Presently he felt calmer and set himself to washing. He did the best he could, drying himself on the increasingly bloodied towels, and then dressed in his new clothes, trying not to make them bloody too.
set of new clothes and shoes, and Lyra, demanding to help, and watching in every direction for the other children, carried them back to the café.Lyra put some water on to boil, and Will took it up to the bathroom and stripped to wash from head to foot. The pain was dull and unrelenting, but at least the cuts were clean, and having seen what the knife could do, he knew that no cuts could be cleaner; but the stumps where his fingers had been were bleeding freely. When he looked at them he felt sick, and his heart beat faster, and that in turn seemed to make the bleeding even worse. He sat on the edge of the bath and
Friday, February 6, 2009
Georges Seurat The Models
Georges Seurat The ModelsWilliam Blake Songs of InnocenceVincent van Gogh View of Arles with Irises
evolutionary trait we’ve developed to protect ourselves from small bugs, spiders, and other surprise attackers. The key word here is surprise—the grazing touch usually needs to come unexpectedly to yield laughter. Research has shown that the cerebellum, which registers touch, shows more activity when the touch is a surprise rather is possibly where social cues come into play. Tickling that produces laughter is referred to as gargalesis, a term coined by two psychologists, Arthur Allin and G. Stanley Hall. (They differentiate this type of tickling from knismesis, which is akin to a light itch.) Gargalesis usually only occurs when the tickler and the tickler’s “victim” are familiar and comfortable with each other. A child being tickled by his or her parent, or a person being tickled
than anticipated. If the brain recognizes that the touch is coming, it will make the nerve response less intense, which is why we can’t tickle ourselves successfully. Why we laugh when tickled
evolutionary trait we’ve developed to protect ourselves from small bugs, spiders, and other surprise attackers. The key word here is surprise—the grazing touch usually needs to come unexpectedly to yield laughter. Research has shown that the cerebellum, which registers touch, shows more activity when the touch is a surprise rather is possibly where social cues come into play. Tickling that produces laughter is referred to as gargalesis, a term coined by two psychologists, Arthur Allin and G. Stanley Hall. (They differentiate this type of tickling from knismesis, which is akin to a light itch.) Gargalesis usually only occurs when the tickler and the tickler’s “victim” are familiar and comfortable with each other. A child being tickled by his or her parent, or a person being tickled
than anticipated. If the brain recognizes that the touch is coming, it will make the nerve response less intense, which is why we can’t tickle ourselves successfully. Why we laugh when tickled
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Salvador Dali The Land of Milk and Honey
Salvador Dali The Land of Milk and HoneyCaravaggio Sick BacchusUnknown Artist Wave Rider
indicating woman on it, it opened and there was Dr. Malone silently beckoning her in.
She entered, puzzled. This wasn't the laboratory, it was a washroom, and Dr. Malone was agitated.
She said, "Lyra, there's someone else in the lab—police officers or something. They know you came to see me yesterday—I was just showing her where the washroom is…"
There was no need for her to be so anxious, thought Lyra, but perhaps she wasn't used to danger.
The woman in the corridor was young and dressed very smartly, and she tried to smile when Lyra came out, but her eyes remained hard and suspicious.I don't know what they're after, but I don't like it. What's going on?""How do they know I came to see you?""I don't know! They didn't know your name, but I knew who they meant—""Oh. Well, I can lie to them. That's easy.""But what is going on?"A woman's voice spoke from the corridor outside: "Dr. Malone? Have you seen the child?""Yes," Dr. Malone called. "
indicating woman on it, it opened and there was Dr. Malone silently beckoning her in.
She entered, puzzled. This wasn't the laboratory, it was a washroom, and Dr. Malone was agitated.
She said, "Lyra, there's someone else in the lab—police officers or something. They know you came to see me yesterday—I was just showing her where the washroom is…"
There was no need for her to be so anxious, thought Lyra, but perhaps she wasn't used to danger.
The woman in the corridor was young and dressed very smartly, and she tried to smile when Lyra came out, but her eyes remained hard and suspicious.I don't know what they're after, but I don't like it. What's going on?""How do they know I came to see you?""I don't know! They didn't know your name, but I knew who they meant—""Oh. Well, I can lie to them. That's easy.""But what is going on?"A woman's voice spoke from the corridor outside: "Dr. Malone? Have you seen the child?""Yes," Dr. Malone called. "
Leroy Neiman Aegean Sailing
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created by Tony Warren. It is one of the longest-running television programmes in the United Kingdom, first broadcast on 9 December 1960, made by Granada Television (Granada Productions) and broadcast in all regions of ITVgenerating facilities set up in England as part of the introduction of the National Grid power distribution system. The first part of the structure was built in 1939, and the station ceased electricity generation in 1983.
Galoshes (from French: galoches), also known as gumshoes, dickersons, or overshoes, are a type of rubber boot that is slipped over shoes to keep them from getting muddy or wet. almost throughout its existence.[1] The 7000th episode was broadcast on 28 January 2009. Battersea Power Station is a defunct coal-fired power station in Battersea, London, that was the first in a series of large coal-fired electrical
created by Tony Warren. It is one of the longest-running television programmes in the United Kingdom, first broadcast on 9 December 1960, made by Granada Television (Granada Productions) and broadcast in all regions of ITVgenerating facilities set up in England as part of the introduction of the National Grid power distribution system. The first part of the structure was built in 1939, and the station ceased electricity generation in 1983.
Galoshes (from French: galoches), also known as gumshoes, dickersons, or overshoes, are a type of rubber boot that is slipped over shoes to keep them from getting muddy or wet. almost throughout its existence.[1] The 7000th episode was broadcast on 28 January 2009. Battersea Power Station is a defunct coal-fired power station in Battersea, London, that was the first in a series of large coal-fired electrical
Leroy Neiman Along The Rail
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crossroads, the signposts marked "accuracy" and "access" lead down very different paths. The near-death experiences of Ted Kennedy and Robert Byrd do more than confuse the public and distress their loved ones. They tarnish the Wikipedia brand. In monetary terms, "never wrong" is more valuable than "never wrong for long". "Bird" by his friends.[2]
A Zeppelin is a type of rigid airship pioneered by the German Count Ferdinand von Zeppelin in the early 20th century, based on designs he had outlined in 1874,[1] designs he had detailed in 1893,[2] and that were reviewed by committee in 1894,[2] which he later patented in 1895.[3]
Coronation Street (colloquially known as Corrie) Wikipedia: Just what is...? Big Bird is a full-body Muppet, featured on the children's television show Sesame Street, which airs on PBS. He is sometimes referred to as
crossroads, the signposts marked "accuracy" and "access" lead down very different paths. The near-death experiences of Ted Kennedy and Robert Byrd do more than confuse the public and distress their loved ones. They tarnish the Wikipedia brand. In monetary terms, "never wrong" is more valuable than "never wrong for long". "Bird" by his friends.[2]
A Zeppelin is a type of rigid airship pioneered by the German Count Ferdinand von Zeppelin in the early 20th century, based on designs he had outlined in 1874,[1] designs he had detailed in 1893,[2] and that were reviewed by committee in 1894,[2] which he later patented in 1895.[3]
Coronation Street (colloquially known as Corrie) Wikipedia: Just what is...? Big Bird is a full-body Muppet, featured on the children's television show Sesame Street, which airs on PBS. He is sometimes referred to as
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Leroy Neiman Mickey Mantle
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soon as Lyra had gone her way, Will found a pay phone and dialed the number of the lawyer's office on the letter he held.
"Hello? I want to speak to Mr. Perkins."
"Who's calling, please?"
"It's in father is, please. Is he alive or dead?"
"How old are you, William?"
"Twelve. I want to know about him."
"Yes… Has your mother… is she… does she know you're phoning me?"connection with Mr. John Parry. I'm his son.""Just a moment, please…"A minute went by, and then a man's voice said, "Hello. This is Alan Perkins. Who am I speaking to?""William Parry. Excuse me for calling. It's about my father, Mr. John Parry. You send money every three months from my father to my mother's bank account.""Yes…""Well, I want to know where my
soon as Lyra had gone her way, Will found a pay phone and dialed the number of the lawyer's office on the letter he held.
"Hello? I want to speak to Mr. Perkins."
"Who's calling, please?"
"It's in father is, please. Is he alive or dead?"
"How old are you, William?"
"Twelve. I want to know about him."
"Yes… Has your mother… is she… does she know you're phoning me?"connection with Mr. John Parry. I'm his son.""Just a moment, please…"A minute went by, and then a man's voice said, "Hello. This is Alan Perkins. Who am I speaking to?""William Parry. Excuse me for calling. It's about my father, Mr. John Parry. You send money every three months from my father to my mother's bank account.""Yes…""Well, I want to know where my
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Leroy Neiman 37th Ryder Cup
Leroy Neiman 37th Ryder Cup
Serafina flew down to the courtyard and alighted on the trampled, blood-sprinkled snow. The man pushed back his hood, still holding his rifle warily, because a witch was an enemy sometimes, and she saw an elderly man, long-jawed and grizzled and steady-eyed.
"I am a friend of Lyra's," she said. "I hope we can talk. Look: I lay my bow down."
"Where is the child?" he said. Leroy Neiman 18th at Valhalla
"In another world. I'm him of her involvement with Lyra.
"She was always a willful child," he said when they were I was fond of her, mind—you couldn't help it. But what her place was in the wider scheme of things, I don't know."
"What was Lord Asriel planning to do?"
Leroy Neiman Ryder Cup
"You don't think he told me, do you, Serafina Pekkala? I'm his manservant, that's all. I clean his clothes and cook his meals and keep his house tidy. I may concerned for her safety. And I need to know what Lord Asriel is doing."He lowered the rifle and said, "Step inside, then. Look: I lay my rifle down."The formalities exchanged, they went indoors. Kaisa glided through the skies above, keeping watch, while Thorold brewed some Serafina told
Serafina flew down to the courtyard and alighted on the trampled, blood-sprinkled snow. The man pushed back his hood, still holding his rifle warily, because a witch was an enemy sometimes, and she saw an elderly man, long-jawed and grizzled and steady-eyed.
"I am a friend of Lyra's," she said. "I hope we can talk. Look: I lay my bow down."
"Where is the child?" he said. Leroy Neiman 18th at Valhalla
"In another world. I'm him of her involvement with Lyra.
"She was always a willful child," he said when they were I was fond of her, mind—you couldn't help it. But what her place was in the wider scheme of things, I don't know."
"What was Lord Asriel planning to do?"
Leroy Neiman Ryder Cup
"You don't think he told me, do you, Serafina Pekkala? I'm his manservant, that's all. I clean his clothes and cook his meals and keep his house tidy. I may concerned for her safety. And I need to know what Lord Asriel is doing."He lowered the rifle and said, "Step inside, then. Look: I lay my rifle down."The formalities exchanged, they went indoors. Kaisa glided through the skies above, keeping watch, while Thorold brewed some Serafina told
Johannes Vermeer The Love letter
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Finally, in 2006, the two companies broke the deadlock--or so it seemed. Sprint agreed to connect its network to Cogent's for a 90-day paid trial. If Internet traffic flowed back and forth between Sprint customers and Cogent customers in large volumes and in roughly equal proportions, then Sprint would agree to a permanent no-cost traffic now flowed directly. It is just these sorts of connections that let the global Internet grow ever faster and more reliable.
A few days after the trial period ended in late September 2007, Sprint told Cogent it had failed the test. David Schaeffer, Cogent's pugnacious chief executive, says he was stunned. The two networks had transferred equal amounts swap. The companies signed a contract on Sept. 19, 2006, laying out the terms of the deal.By June 2007, Cogent and Sprint had established high-capacity links in six cities in the U.S. and in four more around the globe. With the connections open, traffic that had been forced to use a third network to travel between Cogent and Sprint
Finally, in 2006, the two companies broke the deadlock--or so it seemed. Sprint agreed to connect its network to Cogent's for a 90-day paid trial. If Internet traffic flowed back and forth between Sprint customers and Cogent customers in large volumes and in roughly equal proportions, then Sprint would agree to a permanent no-cost traffic now flowed directly. It is just these sorts of connections that let the global Internet grow ever faster and more reliable.
A few days after the trial period ended in late September 2007, Sprint told Cogent it had failed the test. David Schaeffer, Cogent's pugnacious chief executive, says he was stunned. The two networks had transferred equal amounts swap. The companies signed a contract on Sept. 19, 2006, laying out the terms of the deal.By June 2007, Cogent and Sprint had established high-capacity links in six cities in the U.S. and in four more around the globe. With the connections open, traffic that had been forced to use a third network to travel between Cogent and Sprint
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sandro Botticelli Venus and Mars
Sandro Botticelli Venus and MarsSandro Botticelli Pallas and the CentaurSandro Botticelli Madonna with the Child
was that they came to the gathering ground, where Will and Lyra came to meet them.
Such an age had gone past since Lyra had seen these dear men! They'd last spoken together in the snows of the Arctic, on their way to rescue the children from the Gobblers. She was almost shy, and she offered her hand to shake, uncertainly; but John Faa caught her up in a tight embrace and kissed both her cheeks, and Farder Coram did thetongue of an angel, I couldn't tell you how glad I am to set eyes on you again."
But she looks so hurt, he thought, she looks so frail and weary. And neither he nor John Faa could miss the way she stayed close to Will, and how the boy with the straight black eyebrows was aware every second of where she was, and made sure he never strayed far from her.
The old men greeted him respectfully, because Serafina Pekkala same, gazing at her before folding her tight to his chest."She's growed up, John," he said. "Remember that little girl we took to the north lands? Look at her now, eh! Lyra, my dear, if I had the
was that they came to the gathering ground, where Will and Lyra came to meet them.
Such an age had gone past since Lyra had seen these dear men! They'd last spoken together in the snows of the Arctic, on their way to rescue the children from the Gobblers. She was almost shy, and she offered her hand to shake, uncertainly; but John Faa caught her up in a tight embrace and kissed both her cheeks, and Farder Coram did thetongue of an angel, I couldn't tell you how glad I am to set eyes on you again."
But she looks so hurt, he thought, she looks so frail and weary. And neither he nor John Faa could miss the way she stayed close to Will, and how the boy with the straight black eyebrows was aware every second of where she was, and made sure he never strayed far from her.
The old men greeted him respectfully, because Serafina Pekkala same, gazing at her before folding her tight to his chest."She's growed up, John," he said. "Remember that little girl we took to the north lands? Look at her now, eh! Lyra, my dear, if I had the
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Salvador Dali Argus
Salvador Dali ArgusJohannes Vermeer The Little StreetJohannes Vermeer Mistress and Maid
long ago when she and Pan decided to look in the Retiring Room at Jordan college.
The tide came in and turned, and still there was no sign of the tualapi. In the late afternoon Mary took Will and Lyra along the riverbank, past the where the nets were tied, and through the wide salt marsh toward the sea. It was maintained, more like a part of nature than something imposed on it.
"Did they make the stone roads?" Will said.
"No. I think the roads made them, in a way," Mary said. "I mean they'd never have developed the use of the wheels if there hadn't been plenty of hard, flat surfaces to use them on. I think they're lava-flows from ancient volcanoes.
"So the roads made it possible for them to use the wheels. And other things came together as well. Like the wheel trees themselves, and the way their bodies are formed, they're not vertebrates, they don't have a spine. Some lucky chance in our worlds safe to go there when the tide was out, because the white birds only came inland when the water was high. Mary led the way along a hard path above the mud; like many things the mulefa had made, it was ancient and perfectly
long ago when she and Pan decided to look in the Retiring Room at Jordan college.
The tide came in and turned, and still there was no sign of the tualapi. In the late afternoon Mary took Will and Lyra along the riverbank, past the where the nets were tied, and through the wide salt marsh toward the sea. It was maintained, more like a part of nature than something imposed on it.
"Did they make the stone roads?" Will said.
"No. I think the roads made them, in a way," Mary said. "I mean they'd never have developed the use of the wheels if there hadn't been plenty of hard, flat surfaces to use them on. I think they're lava-flows from ancient volcanoes.
"So the roads made it possible for them to use the wheels. And other things came together as well. Like the wheel trees themselves, and the way their bodies are formed, they're not vertebrates, they don't have a spine. Some lucky chance in our worlds safe to go there when the tide was out, because the white birds only came inland when the water was high. Mary led the way along a hard path above the mud; like many things the mulefa had made, it was ancient and perfectly
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