Joseph Mallord William Turner RainbowJoseph Mallord William Turner Moonlight A Study at MillbankJohn Singer Sargent The Daughters of Edward Darley BoitJohn Singer Sargent Paul Helleu Sketching with his Wife
place in 2008, a shift from its low 17th-place ranking in 1939 and last-place ranking in 1967.
"This is a generation of men who has grown up with educated women as their mothers, teachers, doctors, and role modelswere college students from the University of Iowa, the University of Washington, the University of Virginia, and Penn State University.
"Like attracts like, so certainly the fact that we were polling college students would suggest that intelligence and education are going to be important characteristics," Whelan says.
Another notable shift involves the significance of chastity: In 1939, it ," said Christine Whelan, head of the study and author of "Marry Smart: The Intelligent Woman's Guide to True Love" (Simon & Schuster, 2008). "And in tough economic times, sharing the financial burden with a spouse takes the burden off these guys to be the sole provider."The study's participants
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Rembrandt Hendrickje Bathing in a River
Rembrandt Hendrickje Bathing in a RiverRembrandt The Polish RiderRembrandt Belshazzar's FeastJohn Singer Sargent Sargent Poppies
number in his hall of residence had been 7a. He hadn't been surprised).
Rain the horse out from under whatever it was that Bel-Shamharoth used for a nose.
"The Sender of Eight has two for dinner, it seems." said Druellae, looking hard at Rincewind. "Who does that steed belong to, false wizard?"
"I’ve no idea."
"No? Well, it does not matter. We shall see soon enough."
She waved a hand. The focus of the image moved inwards, darted through a great streamed off the black walls of the temple. The only sign of was the horse tethered outside, and it wasn't Twoflower's horse. For one thing, it was too big. It was a white charger with hooves the size of meat dishes and leather harness aglitter with ostentatious gold ornamentation. It was currently enjoying a nosebag.There was something familiar about it. Rincewind tried to remember where he had seen it before.It looked as though it was capable of a fair turn of speed, anyway. A speed which, once it had lumbered up to it, it could maintain for a long time. All Rincewind had to do was shake off his guards, fight his way out of the Tree, find the temple and steal
number in his hall of residence had been 7a. He hadn't been surprised).
Rain the horse out from under whatever it was that Bel-Shamharoth used for a nose.
"The Sender of Eight has two for dinner, it seems." said Druellae, looking hard at Rincewind. "Who does that steed belong to, false wizard?"
"I’ve no idea."
"No? Well, it does not matter. We shall see soon enough."
She waved a hand. The focus of the image moved inwards, darted through a great streamed off the black walls of the temple. The only sign of was the horse tethered outside, and it wasn't Twoflower's horse. For one thing, it was too big. It was a white charger with hooves the size of meat dishes and leather harness aglitter with ostentatious gold ornamentation. It was currently enjoying a nosebag.There was something familiar about it. Rincewind tried to remember where he had seen it before.It looked as though it was capable of a fair turn of speed, anyway. A speed which, once it had lumbered up to it, it could maintain for a long time. All Rincewind had to do was shake off his guards, fight his way out of the Tree, find the temple and steal
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Leonardo da Vinci Portrait Of A Young Lady
Leonardo da Vinci Portrait Of A Young LadyLeonardo da Vinci LedaLeonardo da Vinci Leda 1530Leonardo da Vinci Lady With An Ermine
don't know, but I know he loves you."
"When he rescued me, he was young and strong and full of pride and beauty. I loved him at once. I would have changed my and out of it like a mayfly. And it tore pieces out of my heart, as it always does. It broke Coram's. And then the call came for me to return to my own people, because Yambe-Akka had taken my mother, and I was clan queen. So I left, as I had to."
"Did you never see Farder Coram again?"nature, I would have forsaken the star-tingle and the music of the Aurora; I would never have flown again-I would have given all that up in a moment, without a thought, to be a gyptian boat wife and cook for him and share his bed and bear his children. But you cannot change what you are, only what you do. I am a witch. He is a human. I stayed with him for long enough to bear him a child....""He never said! Was it a girl? A witch?""No. A boy, and he died in the great epidemic of forty years ago, the sickness that came out of the East. Poor little child; he flickered into life
don't know, but I know he loves you."
"When he rescued me, he was young and strong and full of pride and beauty. I loved him at once. I would have changed my and out of it like a mayfly. And it tore pieces out of my heart, as it always does. It broke Coram's. And then the call came for me to return to my own people, because Yambe-Akka had taken my mother, and I was clan queen. So I left, as I had to."
"Did you never see Farder Coram again?"nature, I would have forsaken the star-tingle and the music of the Aurora; I would never have flown again-I would have given all that up in a moment, without a thought, to be a gyptian boat wife and cook for him and share his bed and bear his children. But you cannot change what you are, only what you do. I am a witch. He is a human. I stayed with him for long enough to bear him a child....""He never said! Was it a girl? A witch?""No. A boy, and he died in the great epidemic of forty years ago, the sickness that came out of the East. Poor little child; he flickered into life
Monday, February 23, 2009
Pierre-Auguste Cot Le Printemps
Pierre-Auguste Cot Le PrintempsGeorge Frederick Watts CharityFrancisco de Goya Nude MajaFrancisco de Goya Clothed Maja
Darling," she said, "some of what's good has to hurt us a little, and naturally it's upsetting for others if you're upset.... But it doesn't mean your daemon is taken away from you. He's still there! Goodness me, a lot of the grownups that's what lets Dust in. A quick little operation before that, and you're never troubled again. And your daemon stays with you, only...just not connected. Like a...like a wonderful pet, if you like. The best pet in the world! Wouldn't you like thathere have had the operation. The nurses seem happy enough, don't they?"Lyra blinked. Suddenly she understood their strange blank incuriosity, the way their little trotting daemons seemed to be sleepwalking.Say nothing, she thought, and shut her mouth hard."Darling, no one would ever dream of performing an operation on a child without testing it first. And no one in a thousand years would take a child's daemon away altogether! All that happens is a little cut, and then everything's peaceful. Forever! You see, your daemon's a wonderful friend and com panion when you're young, but at the age we call puberty, the age you're coming to very soon, darling, daemons bring all sort of troublesome thoughts and feelings, and
Darling," she said, "some of what's good has to hurt us a little, and naturally it's upsetting for others if you're upset.... But it doesn't mean your daemon is taken away from you. He's still there! Goodness me, a lot of the grownups that's what lets Dust in. A quick little operation before that, and you're never troubled again. And your daemon stays with you, only...just not connected. Like a...like a wonderful pet, if you like. The best pet in the world! Wouldn't you like thathere have had the operation. The nurses seem happy enough, don't they?"Lyra blinked. Suddenly she understood their strange blank incuriosity, the way their little trotting daemons seemed to be sleepwalking.Say nothing, she thought, and shut her mouth hard."Darling, no one would ever dream of performing an operation on a child without testing it first. And no one in a thousand years would take a child's daemon away altogether! All that happens is a little cut, and then everything's peaceful. Forever! You see, your daemon's a wonderful friend and com panion when you're young, but at the age we call puberty, the age you're coming to very soon, darling, daemons bring all sort of troublesome thoughts and feelings, and
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Bill Brauer The Gold Dress
Bill Brauer The Gold DressUnknown Artist Muhammad Ali pop artUnknown Artist Bruce LeeUnknown Artist Audrey Hepburn
Take it, dear," said the nurse. "Wouldn't you rather have a nice woolly bear, though? Or a pretty doll?"
She opened a drawer where some soft toys lay like dead things. Lyra made herself stand and pretend to consider for and tied the oilskin pouch around her waist.
"What about my coat and boots?" she said. "And my mittens and things?"
"We'll have them cleaned for you," said the nurse automatically.
Then a telephone buzzed, and while the nurse answered it, Lyra stooped quickly to recover the other tin, the one containing the spy-fly, and put it in the pouch with the alethiometer.
"Come along, Lizzie," said the nurse, putting the receiver down. "We'll go and find youseveral seconds before picking out a rag doll with big vacant eyes. She had never had a doll, but she knew what to do, and pressed it absently to her chest."What about my money belt?" she said. "I like to keep my toy in there.""Go on, then, dear," said Sister Clara, who was filling in a form on pink paper.Lyra hitched up her unfamiliar skirt
Take it, dear," said the nurse. "Wouldn't you rather have a nice woolly bear, though? Or a pretty doll?"
She opened a drawer where some soft toys lay like dead things. Lyra made herself stand and pretend to consider for and tied the oilskin pouch around her waist.
"What about my coat and boots?" she said. "And my mittens and things?"
"We'll have them cleaned for you," said the nurse automatically.
Then a telephone buzzed, and while the nurse answered it, Lyra stooped quickly to recover the other tin, the one containing the spy-fly, and put it in the pouch with the alethiometer.
"Come along, Lizzie," said the nurse, putting the receiver down. "We'll go and find youseveral seconds before picking out a rag doll with big vacant eyes. She had never had a doll, but she knew what to do, and pressed it absently to her chest."What about my money belt?" she said. "I like to keep my toy in there.""Go on, then, dear," said Sister Clara, who was filling in a form on pink paper.Lyra hitched up her unfamiliar skirt
Friday, February 20, 2009
Benjamin Williams Leader The Last Gleam, Wargrave on Thames
Benjamin Williams Leader The Last Gleam, Wargrave on ThamesGustave Clarence Rodolphe Boulanger La Fille De FermeSalvador Dali Living Still Life
stood back, away from her and the hut and away from the bear.
Lyra thought suddenly: what if the child is Roger? And she prayed with all her force that it wouldn't be. Pantalaimon was clinging to her, an ermine again, his little claws hooked deep into her anorak.
She lifted the lantern high and took a step into the shed, and then she saw what it was that the Oblatcrypt at Jordan had moved the d^mon-coins into the wrong skulls. He was even more frightened than she was. As for lorek Byrnison, he was lying in the snow nearby, watching in silence.
"Come out," Lyra said as loud as she dared. "Come out!"
Not a sound came in answer. She ion Board was doing, and what was the nature of the sacrifice the children were having to make.
The little boy was huddled against the wood drying rack where hung row upon row of gutted fish, all as stiff as boards. He was clutching a piece of fish to him as Lyra was clutching Pantalaimon, with her left hand, hard, against her heart; but that was all he had, a piece of dried fish; because he had no da;mon at all. The Gobblers had cut it away. That was intercision, and this was a severed child.
stood back, away from her and the hut and away from the bear.
Lyra thought suddenly: what if the child is Roger? And she prayed with all her force that it wouldn't be. Pantalaimon was clinging to her, an ermine again, his little claws hooked deep into her anorak.
She lifted the lantern high and took a step into the shed, and then she saw what it was that the Oblatcrypt at Jordan had moved the d^mon-coins into the wrong skulls. He was even more frightened than she was. As for lorek Byrnison, he was lying in the snow nearby, watching in silence.
"Come out," Lyra said as loud as she dared. "Come out!"
Not a sound came in answer. She ion Board was doing, and what was the nature of the sacrifice the children were having to make.
The little boy was huddled against the wood drying rack where hung row upon row of gutted fish, all as stiff as boards. He was clutching a piece of fish to him as Lyra was clutching Pantalaimon, with her left hand, hard, against her heart; but that was all he had, a piece of dried fish; because he had no da;mon at all. The Gobblers had cut it away. That was intercision, and this was a severed child.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Paul Klee Park bei Luzern
Paul Klee Park bei LuzernPaul Klee On a Motif from HamametPaul Klee Heroic Roses
man has shed 73 kilograms in just six months after inventing his own diet - onions and garlic.
Commercial painter Momir Zmiric, 42, from the Croatian port of Split, decided to go on such a diet without consulting doctors.
"I did not want tofoods I used to like. And as the weight came off, I started to walk a lot, to swim and to cycle", Momir said,
"I also ate a few other things that tasted nice but weren't fattening," he added, admitting he had eaten some fish but no meat.
"I used to have two kilograms of roasted meat for lunch or an go on a diet recommended by doctors and refused to take any pills as I knew it was all in my mind. I decided to go on a diet and to stop smoking after 25 years on the same evening", Zmiric has said.He based his new diet on his favourite, low-calorie food - garlic and onions on a plain biscuit washed down with carrot juice.Momir, 42, said: "I couldn't run even two metres. So I decided to stop eating meat, potatoes, cheese, smoked ham and all the other fattening
man has shed 73 kilograms in just six months after inventing his own diet - onions and garlic.
Commercial painter Momir Zmiric, 42, from the Croatian port of Split, decided to go on such a diet without consulting doctors.
"I did not want tofoods I used to like. And as the weight came off, I started to walk a lot, to swim and to cycle", Momir said,
"I also ate a few other things that tasted nice but weren't fattening," he added, admitting he had eaten some fish but no meat.
"I used to have two kilograms of roasted meat for lunch or an go on a diet recommended by doctors and refused to take any pills as I knew it was all in my mind. I decided to go on a diet and to stop smoking after 25 years on the same evening", Zmiric has said.He based his new diet on his favourite, low-calorie food - garlic and onions on a plain biscuit washed down with carrot juice.Momir, 42, said: "I couldn't run even two metres. So I decided to stop eating meat, potatoes, cheese, smoked ham and all the other fattening
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Jean-Honore Fragonard le jour
Jean-Honore Fragonard le jourJean-Honore Fragonard l'auroreJean-Honore Fragonard Cephale et Procris
people of their class), she was wary of being trapped underground; better to be out in the open, where she could run, if she had to.
On and on she walked, and the streets became darker and emptier. It was drizzling, but even if there'd been no clouds the He was looking down a side road to the left. Sure enough, a patch of dark glimmer showed open water, and when they cautiously went to look, they found a canal basin where a dozen or so barges were tied up at the wharves, some high in the water, some low and laden city sky was too tainted with light to show the stars. Pantalaimon thought they were going north, but who could tell?Endless streets of little identical brick houses, with big enough for a dustbin; great gaunt factories behind wire fences, with one anbaric light glowing bleakly high up on a wall and a night watchman snoozing by his brazier; occasionally a dismal oratory, only distinguished from a warehouse by the crucifix outside. Once she tried the door of one of these places, only to hear a groan from the bench a foot away in the darkness. She realized that the porch was full of sleeping figures, and fled."Where we going to sleep, Pan?" she said as they trudged down a street of closed and shuttered shops."A doorway somewhere.""Don't want to be seen though. They're all so open.""There's a canal down there...."
people of their class), she was wary of being trapped underground; better to be out in the open, where she could run, if she had to.
On and on she walked, and the streets became darker and emptier. It was drizzling, but even if there'd been no clouds the He was looking down a side road to the left. Sure enough, a patch of dark glimmer showed open water, and when they cautiously went to look, they found a canal basin where a dozen or so barges were tied up at the wharves, some high in the water, some low and laden city sky was too tainted with light to show the stars. Pantalaimon thought they were going north, but who could tell?Endless streets of little identical brick houses, with big enough for a dustbin; great gaunt factories behind wire fences, with one anbaric light glowing bleakly high up on a wall and a night watchman snoozing by his brazier; occasionally a dismal oratory, only distinguished from a warehouse by the crucifix outside. Once she tried the door of one of these places, only to hear a groan from the bench a foot away in the darkness. She realized that the porch was full of sleeping figures, and fled."Where we going to sleep, Pan?" she said as they trudged down a street of closed and shuttered shops."A doorway somewhere.""Don't want to be seen though. They're all so open.""There's a canal down there...."
Monday, February 16, 2009
Henri Rousseau Sleeping Gypsy
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flecked with rust. But here the water was hot, the soap rose-pink and fragrant, the towels thick and cloud-soft. And around the edge of the tinted mirror there were little pink lights, so that when Lyra looked into it she saw a softly we'd go to the Royal Arctic Institute for lunch. I'm one of the very few female members, so I might as well use the privileges I haveilluminated figure quite unlike the Lyra she knew.Pantalaimon, who was imitating the form of Mrs. Coulter's daemon, crouched on the edge of the basin making faces at her. She pushed him into the soapy water and suddenly remembered the alethiometer in her coat pocket. She'd left the coat on a chair in the other room. She'd promised the Master to keep it secret from Mrs. Coulter....Oh, this was confusing. Mrs. Coulter was so kind and wise, whereas Lyra had actually seen the Master trying to poison Uncle Asriel. Which of them did she owe most obedience to?She rubbed herself dry hastily and hurried back to the sitting room, where her coat still lay untouched, of course."Ready?" said Mrs. Coulter. "I thought
flecked with rust. But here the water was hot, the soap rose-pink and fragrant, the towels thick and cloud-soft. And around the edge of the tinted mirror there were little pink lights, so that when Lyra looked into it she saw a softly we'd go to the Royal Arctic Institute for lunch. I'm one of the very few female members, so I might as well use the privileges I haveilluminated figure quite unlike the Lyra she knew.Pantalaimon, who was imitating the form of Mrs. Coulter's daemon, crouched on the edge of the basin making faces at her. She pushed him into the soapy water and suddenly remembered the alethiometer in her coat pocket. She'd left the coat on a chair in the other room. She'd promised the Master to keep it secret from Mrs. Coulter....Oh, this was confusing. Mrs. Coulter was so kind and wise, whereas Lyra had actually seen the Master trying to poison Uncle Asriel. Which of them did she owe most obedience to?She rubbed herself dry hastily and hurried back to the sitting room, where her coat still lay untouched, of course."Ready?" said Mrs. Coulter. "I thought
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Salvador Dali Les trois sphinx de bikini
Salvador Dali Les trois sphinx de bikiniSalvador Dali Enchanted Beach with Three Fluid GracesMark Rothko Untitled 1960
opened the case of the projecting lantern and uncapped the lens before checking the oil tank.
"There's plenty took the tray and left, and Thorold went with him. As soon as the door closed, Lord Asriel looked across the room directly at the wardrobe, and Lyra felt the force of his glance almost as if it had physical form, as if it were an arrow or a spear. Then he looked away and spoke softly to his dasmon.
She came to sit calmly at his side, alert and elegant and dangerous, her tawny eyes surveying the room before turning, like his black ones, to the door from the hall as the handle turned. Lyra couldn't see the door, but she heard an intake of breath as the first man came in.of oil, my lord," he said. "Shall I send for a technician to operate it?""No. I'll do it myself. Thank you, Thorold. Have they finished dinner yet, Wren?""Very nearly, I think, my lord," replied the Butler. "If I understand Mr. Cawson aright, the Master and his guests won't be disposed to linger once they know you're here. Shall I take the ?""Take it and go.""Very good, my lord."With a slight bow, the Butler
opened the case of the projecting lantern and uncapped the lens before checking the oil tank.
"There's plenty took the tray and left, and Thorold went with him. As soon as the door closed, Lord Asriel looked across the room directly at the wardrobe, and Lyra felt the force of his glance almost as if it had physical form, as if it were an arrow or a spear. Then he looked away and spoke softly to his dasmon.
She came to sit calmly at his side, alert and elegant and dangerous, her tawny eyes surveying the room before turning, like his black ones, to the door from the hall as the handle turned. Lyra couldn't see the door, but she heard an intake of breath as the first man came in.of oil, my lord," he said. "Shall I send for a technician to operate it?""No. I'll do it myself. Thank you, Thorold. Have they finished dinner yet, Wren?""Very nearly, I think, my lord," replied the Butler. "If I understand Mr. Cawson aright, the Master and his guests won't be disposed to linger once they know you're here. Shall I take the ?""Take it and go.""Very good, my lord."With a slight bow, the Butler
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Eduard Manet Bouquet Of Violets
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Will was still lying on the stones, utterly spent. All he could see was the man's shape, crouching above him, but he couldn't see his face. The man was reaching sideways for something, and after a few moments a marvelous soothing coolness spread into his hand from the stumps of his fingers as the man massaged a salve into his skin.
"What are was secure, the man slumped sideways and lay down himself. Will, still bemused by the blessed cool numbness in his hand, tried to sit up and look at him. But it was darker than ever. He felt forward with his right hand and found himself touching the man's chest, where the heart was beating like a bird against the bars of a cage.
"Yes," the man said hoarsely. "Try and cure that, go on."
"Are you ill?"you doing?" Will said."Curing your wound. Keep still.""Who are you?""I'm the only man who knows what the knife is for. Hold your hand up like that. Don't move."The wind was beating more wildly than ever, and a drop or two of rain splashed onto Will's face. He was trembling violently, but he propped up his left hand with his right while the man spread more ointment over the stumps and wound a strip of linen tightly around the hand.And as soon as the dressing
Will was still lying on the stones, utterly spent. All he could see was the man's shape, crouching above him, but he couldn't see his face. The man was reaching sideways for something, and after a few moments a marvelous soothing coolness spread into his hand from the stumps of his fingers as the man massaged a salve into his skin.
"What are was secure, the man slumped sideways and lay down himself. Will, still bemused by the blessed cool numbness in his hand, tried to sit up and look at him. But it was darker than ever. He felt forward with his right hand and found himself touching the man's chest, where the heart was beating like a bird against the bars of a cage.
"Yes," the man said hoarsely. "Try and cure that, go on."
"Are you ill?"you doing?" Will said."Curing your wound. Keep still.""Who are you?""I'm the only man who knows what the knife is for. Hold your hand up like that. Don't move."The wind was beating more wildly than ever, and a drop or two of rain splashed onto Will's face. He was trembling violently, but he propped up his left hand with his right while the man spread more ointment over the stumps and wound a strip of linen tightly around the hand.And as soon as the dressing
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Caravaggio The Fortune Teller
Caravaggio The Fortune TellerCaravaggio The Conversion on the Way to DamascusCaravaggio The Annunciation
far from being young.
"Your name is Will?" she said.
"Yes, but—"
"Why are the Specters afraid of you?"
"Because of the knife. Where's the nearest one? Tell me! I want to kill it!"
But Lyra "Now listen," she said. "There's a cave in these woods not far away. Head up the slope and then along the ridge to the left. The Specters won't follow—they don't see us while we're in the air, and they're afraid of you. We'll meet you there. It's a half-hour's walk."came running before the witch could answer."Serafina Pekkala!" she cried, and she threw her arms around the witch and hugged her so tightly that the witch laughed out loud, and kissed the top of her head. "Oh, Serafina, where did you come from like that? We were—those kids—they were kids, and they were going to kill us—did you see them? We thought we were going to die and—oh, I'm so glad you came! I thought I'd never see you again!"Serafina Pekkala looked over Lyra's head to where the Specters were obviously clustering a little way off, and then looked at Will.
far from being young.
"Your name is Will?" she said.
"Yes, but—"
"Why are the Specters afraid of you?"
"Because of the knife. Where's the nearest one? Tell me! I want to kill it!"
But Lyra "Now listen," she said. "There's a cave in these woods not far away. Head up the slope and then along the ridge to the left. The Specters won't follow—they don't see us while we're in the air, and they're afraid of you. We'll meet you there. It's a half-hour's walk."came running before the witch could answer."Serafina Pekkala!" she cried, and she threw her arms around the witch and hugged her so tightly that the witch laughed out loud, and kissed the top of her head. "Oh, Serafina, where did you come from like that? We were—those kids—they were kids, and they were going to kill us—did you see them? We thought we were going to die and—oh, I'm so glad you came! I thought I'd never see you again!"Serafina Pekkala looked over Lyra's head to where the Specters were obviously clustering a little way off, and then looked at Will.
John Singleton Copley The Tribute Money
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Then you simply drive to your local airport, fly up to 460 miles, land, convert and drive directly to your destination.
‘You'll always be ready to drive or fly.’ Ease: Pilots will be able to drive to the local airport, take off and then fly for up to 460 miles (740 km)A series of simple commands made from the cockpit convert the white craft from plane to car and vice versa.
But the just reserve your very own roadable airplane, it gives us proof that today's pilot community is ready for this dream to finally become reality.
‘There's no risk to you - only the chance to be the first at your home field to unfold your wings and fly into the future.wings only fold out if the correct key code is entered by someone with a pilot's licence.Unlike many 'flying car' concepts which use thrusters to take off vertically, the Transition needs a short runway to take to the air.The spokeswoman added: ‘Never let questionable weather cancel or endanger your trip again.‘You can simply divert and continue on the ground until the weather clears.’ You can secure your very own Transition aeroplane by simply paying a deposit of £6,500.The firm's website, 'Terrafugia.com', says of prospective owners: ‘Your deposit doesn't
Then you simply drive to your local airport, fly up to 460 miles, land, convert and drive directly to your destination.
‘You'll always be ready to drive or fly.’ Ease: Pilots will be able to drive to the local airport, take off and then fly for up to 460 miles (740 km)A series of simple commands made from the cockpit convert the white craft from plane to car and vice versa.
But the just reserve your very own roadable airplane, it gives us proof that today's pilot community is ready for this dream to finally become reality.
‘There's no risk to you - only the chance to be the first at your home field to unfold your wings and fly into the future.wings only fold out if the correct key code is entered by someone with a pilot's licence.Unlike many 'flying car' concepts which use thrusters to take off vertically, the Transition needs a short runway to take to the air.The spokeswoman added: ‘Never let questionable weather cancel or endanger your trip again.‘You can simply divert and continue on the ground until the weather clears.’ You can secure your very own Transition aeroplane by simply paying a deposit of £6,500.The firm's website, 'Terrafugia.com', says of prospective owners: ‘Your deposit doesn't
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thomas Gainsborough The Morning Walk
Thomas Gainsborough The Morning WalkThomas Gainsborough The Harvest WagonThomas Gainsborough Cottage Girl with Dog and Pitcher
Nagging and cajoling, she urged him down the steps, and they picked their way through the shattered glass and splintered wood and into a small, cool room off the landing. The walls were lined with shelves of bottles, jars, pots, pestles and mortars, and chemists' balances. Under the dirty window was a stone sink, where the old man was desperate.
"Oh, yes, we have everything. You, girl, open that drawer in the table and bring out a bandage."
Will saw the knife lying on the table in the center of the room, but before he could pick it up the old man was limping toward him with a bowl of water.pouring something with a shaky hand from a large bottle into a smaller one."Sit down and drink this," he said, and filled a small glass with a dark golden liquid.Will sat down and took the glass. The first mouthful hit the back of his throat like fire. Lyra took the glass to stop it from falling as Will gasped."Drink it all," the old man commanded."What is it?""Plum brandy. Drink."Will sipped it more cautiously. Now his hand was really beginning to hurt."Can you heal him?" said Lyra, her voice
Nagging and cajoling, she urged him down the steps, and they picked their way through the shattered glass and splintered wood and into a small, cool room off the landing. The walls were lined with shelves of bottles, jars, pots, pestles and mortars, and chemists' balances. Under the dirty window was a stone sink, where the old man was desperate.
"Oh, yes, we have everything. You, girl, open that drawer in the table and bring out a bandage."
Will saw the knife lying on the table in the center of the room, but before he could pick it up the old man was limping toward him with a bowl of water.pouring something with a shaky hand from a large bottle into a smaller one."Sit down and drink this," he said, and filled a small glass with a dark golden liquid.Will sat down and took the glass. The first mouthful hit the back of his throat like fire. Lyra took the glass to stop it from falling as Will gasped."Drink it all," the old man commanded."What is it?""Plum brandy. Drink."Will sipped it more cautiously. Now his hand was really beginning to hurt."Can you heal him?" said Lyra, her voice
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Leroy Neiman Amphitheatre at Rivera
Leroy Neiman Amphitheatre at RiveraLeroy Neiman American Stock ExchangeLeroy Neiman 18th at Harbourtown
church and wide-crowned trees above . The afternoon sun drew the warmest tones out of it all, and the air felt rich with it, almost the color itself of heavy golden wine. All the leaves were still, and in this little square to you, and I never will, I swear it. You're in danger, and if I hadn't done that just then, you'd've been caught. Didn't you see 'em looking at you? 'Cause they were. You en't careful enough. If you want my opinion, it's you that en't serious."
"If I'm not serious, what am I doing hanging about waiting for you when I could be miles away? Or hiding out of sight, safe in that other city? I've even the traffic noise was hushed.She finally became aware of Will's feelings and said, "What's the matter?""If you speak to people, you just attract their attention," he said, with a shaking voice. "You should just keep quiet and still and they overlook you. I've been doing it all know how to do it. Your way, you just—you make yourself visible. You shouldn't do that. You shouldn't play at it. You're not being serious.""You think so?" she said, and her anger flashed. "You think I don't know about lying and that? I'm the best liar there ever was. But I en't lying
church and wide-crowned trees above . The afternoon sun drew the warmest tones out of it all, and the air felt rich with it, almost the color itself of heavy golden wine. All the leaves were still, and in this little square to you, and I never will, I swear it. You're in danger, and if I hadn't done that just then, you'd've been caught. Didn't you see 'em looking at you? 'Cause they were. You en't careful enough. If you want my opinion, it's you that en't serious."
"If I'm not serious, what am I doing hanging about waiting for you when I could be miles away? Or hiding out of sight, safe in that other city? I've even the traffic noise was hushed.She finally became aware of Will's feelings and said, "What's the matter?""If you speak to people, you just attract their attention," he said, with a shaking voice. "You should just keep quiet and still and they overlook you. I've been doing it all know how to do it. Your way, you just—you make yourself visible. You shouldn't do that. You shouldn't play at it. You're not being serious.""You think so?" she said, and her anger flashed. "You think I don't know about lying and that? I'm the best liar there ever was. But I en't lying
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Music Lesson
Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Music LessonWilliam Bouguereau LambsWilliam Bouguereau The Song of the Angels
completely invisible from behind. You could see it only from the side nearest the road, and you couldn't see it easily even from there, because all you could see through it was exactly the same kind of thing that lay in front of it on this side: in the fabric of this world and into another.
He found himself standing under a row of trees. But not hornbeam trees: these were tall palms, and they were growing, like the trees in Oxford, in a row along the grass. But this was the center of a broad boulevard, and at the side of the boulevard was a line of cafés and small shops, all brightly lit, all open, and all utterly silent and empty beneath a patch of grass lit by a streetlight.But Will knew without the slightest doubt that that patch of grass on the other side was in a different world.He couldn't possibly have said why. He knew it at once, as strongly as he knew that fire burned and kindness was good. He was looking at something profoundly alien.And for that reason alone, it enticed him to stoop and look further. What he saw made his head swim and his heart thump harder, but he didn't hesitate: he pushed his tote bag through, and then scrambled through himself, through the hole
completely invisible from behind. You could see it only from the side nearest the road, and you couldn't see it easily even from there, because all you could see through it was exactly the same kind of thing that lay in front of it on this side: in the fabric of this world and into another.
He found himself standing under a row of trees. But not hornbeam trees: these were tall palms, and they were growing, like the trees in Oxford, in a row along the grass. But this was the center of a broad boulevard, and at the side of the boulevard was a line of cafés and small shops, all brightly lit, all open, and all utterly silent and empty beneath a patch of grass lit by a streetlight.But Will knew without the slightest doubt that that patch of grass on the other side was in a different world.He couldn't possibly have said why. He knew it at once, as strongly as he knew that fire burned and kindness was good. He was looking at something profoundly alien.And for that reason alone, it enticed him to stoop and look further. What he saw made his head swim and his heart thump harder, but he didn't hesitate: he pushed his tote bag through, and then scrambled through himself, through the hole
Carl Fredrik Aagard The Rose Garden
Carl Fredrik Aagard The Rose GardenCarl Fredrik Aagard The Deer ParkMary Cassatt Children on the Shore
Love really could be a drug, say scientists, who believe that one day the feelings may be induced by popping a pill or smelling perfume.
It may not to pharmaceutical therapies for anxiety, phobias and post-traumatic stress disorders.
The behavioural scientist Professor Larry Young, of Emory University, Georgia, writing in the journal Nature, said: "For one thing, drugs that manipulate brain systems at whim to enhance or diminish our love for another may not be far away."be the most romantic gesture but scientists are developing drugs that can boost that most human of emotions.They are studying the brain chemistry responsible for the complex feelings that draw us to a particular member of the opposite sex and help keep us monogamous.Animal testing is beginning to shed light on the complex neural and genetic components of love in the same way they have led
Love really could be a drug, say scientists, who believe that one day the feelings may be induced by popping a pill or smelling perfume.
It may not to pharmaceutical therapies for anxiety, phobias and post-traumatic stress disorders.
The behavioural scientist Professor Larry Young, of Emory University, Georgia, writing in the journal Nature, said: "For one thing, drugs that manipulate brain systems at whim to enhance or diminish our love for another may not be far away."be the most romantic gesture but scientists are developing drugs that can boost that most human of emotions.They are studying the brain chemistry responsible for the complex feelings that draw us to a particular member of the opposite sex and help keep us monogamous.Animal testing is beginning to shed light on the complex neural and genetic components of love in the same way they have led
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Gustav Klimt Judith II (gold foil)
Gustav Klimt Judith II (gold foil)Gustav Klimt Hygieia (II)Gustav Klimt Goldfish (detail)
, and then another answered it from a different direction. Delighted, Will and Lyra jumped up and tried to see the singers, but all they could make out was a pair of dark skimming shapes that flew low and then darted up again, all the time singing and singing in rich, liquid bell tones an endlessly varied song.
And then, with a flutter of wings that threw up a little fountain of sand in front of him, the first bird landed a few yards away.
Lyra said, "Pan... ?"
He was fresh as ever: Lyra's fingers putting the fruit between his lips under the gold-and-silver trees; her warm mouth pressing against his; his daemon being torn from his unsuspecting breast as they entered the world of the dead; and the sweet rightfulness of her coming back to him at the edge of the moonlit dunes.
Lyra made to move toward them, but Pantalaimon spoke.formed like a dove, but his color was dark and hard to tell in the moonlight; at any rate, he showed up clearly on the white sand. The other bird still circled overhead, still singing, and then she flew down to join him: another dove, but pearl white, and with a crest of dark red feathers.And Will knew what it was to see his daemon. As she flew down to the sand, he felt his heart tighten and release in a way he never forgot. Sixty years and more would go by, and as an old man he would still feel some sensations as bright and
, and then another answered it from a different direction. Delighted, Will and Lyra jumped up and tried to see the singers, but all they could make out was a pair of dark skimming shapes that flew low and then darted up again, all the time singing and singing in rich, liquid bell tones an endlessly varied song.
And then, with a flutter of wings that threw up a little fountain of sand in front of him, the first bird landed a few yards away.
Lyra said, "Pan... ?"
He was fresh as ever: Lyra's fingers putting the fruit between his lips under the gold-and-silver trees; her warm mouth pressing against his; his daemon being torn from his unsuspecting breast as they entered the world of the dead; and the sweet rightfulness of her coming back to him at the edge of the moonlit dunes.
Lyra made to move toward them, but Pantalaimon spoke.formed like a dove, but his color was dark and hard to tell in the moonlight; at any rate, he showed up clearly on the white sand. The other bird still circled overhead, still singing, and then she flew down to join him: another dove, but pearl white, and with a crest of dark red feathers.And Will knew what it was to see his daemon. As she flew down to the sand, he felt his heart tighten and release in a way he never forgot. Sixty years and more would go by, and as an old man he would still feel some sensations as bright and
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