Jack Vettriano There's Always Someone Watching YouJack Vettriano The White SlipJack Vettriano The Unorthodox Approach
Ford gazed at the spectacle of light before them excitement burnt inside him, but only the excitement of seeing a strange new planet, it was enough for him to see it as it was. It faintly irritated him that Zaphod had to impose some ludicrous fantasy on to the scene to make it work for him. All this Magrathea nonsense seemed juvenile. Isn't it enough to see that a is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? All this planets." Arthur blinked at the screens and felt he was missing something important. Suddenly he realized what it was. "Is there any tea on this spaceship?" he asked. More of the planet was unfolding beneath them as the Heart of Gold streaked along its orbital path. The suns now stood high in the black sky, the pyrotechnics of dawn were over, and the surface of the planet appeared bleak and forbidding in the common light of day - grey, dusty and only Magrathea totally incomprehensible to Arthur. He edged up to Trillian and asked her what was going on. "I only know what Zaphod's told me," she whispered. "Apparently Magrathea is some kind of legend from way back which no one seriously believes in. Bit like Atlantis on Earth, except that the legends say the Magratheans used to manufacture
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Perrault The Mirror
Perrault The MirrorPerrault Jeune mere et enfant endormiePerrault La Fille Du BucheronPerrault Cupid's Arrows
The more we look among the stars and galaxies, the weirder things seem to get.
Even space itself is puzzling, for example. Recent studies suggest that the fabric of the universe stretyou've ever gazed at the night sky, you've probably wished upon a shooting star (which are really meteors).
But shooting stars do exist, and they're as rare as one in 100 million.
In 2005, astronomers discovered the first "hypervelocity" star careening out of a galaxy at nearly 530 miles per second (10 times faster than ordinary star movement).
We have ideas about what flings these rare stars into deep space, but aren't certain; anything from off-kilter supernova explosions to supermassive black holes might be responsible.ches more than 150 billion light-years across -- in spite of the fact that the cosmos is 13.7 billion years old.
From super-fast stars to the nature of matter, here we cover other strange and mysterious elements of the universe.
10. Hypervelocity Stars
The more we look among the stars and galaxies, the weirder things seem to get.
Even space itself is puzzling, for example. Recent studies suggest that the fabric of the universe stretyou've ever gazed at the night sky, you've probably wished upon a shooting star (which are really meteors).
But shooting stars do exist, and they're as rare as one in 100 million.
In 2005, astronomers discovered the first "hypervelocity" star careening out of a galaxy at nearly 530 miles per second (10 times faster than ordinary star movement).
We have ideas about what flings these rare stars into deep space, but aren't certain; anything from off-kilter supernova explosions to supermassive black holes might be responsible.ches more than 150 billion light-years across -- in spite of the fact that the cosmos is 13.7 billion years old.
From super-fast stars to the nature of matter, here we cover other strange and mysterious elements of the universe.
10. Hypervelocity Stars
Friday, December 26, 2008
Machado Omelette and Truffles
Machado Omelette and TrufflesMachado Ladies and Gentlemen IIMachado Gala Night
reaction. Then he thought of a complete stranger he had been standing behind in the queue at the supermarket before and felt a sudden stab - the supermarket was gone, everything in it was gone. Nelson's Column had gone! Nelson's Column had gone and there would be no outcry, because there was no one left to make an outcry. From now on Nelson's on this book thing and you were on Earth, you must have been gathering material on it." "Well, I was able to extend the original entry a bit, yes." "Let me see what it says in this edition then, I've got to see it."Column only existed in his mind. England only existed in his mind - his mind, stuck here in this dank smelly steel-lined spaceship. A wave of claustrophobia closed in on him. England no longer existed. He'd got that - somehow he'd got it. He tried again. America, he thought, has gone. He couldn't grasp it. He decided to start smaller again. New York has gone. No reaction. He'd never seriously believed it existed anyway. The dollar, he thought, had sunk for ever. Slight tremor there. Every Bogart movie has been wiped, he said to himself, and that gave him a nasty knock. McDonalds, he thought. There is no longer any such thing as a McDonald's hamburger. He passed out. When he came round a second later he found he was sobbing for his mother. He jerked himself violently to his feet. "Ford!" Ford looked up from where he was sitting in a corner humming to himself. He always found the actual travelling-through-space part of space travel rather trying. "Yeah?" he said. "If you're a researcher
reaction. Then he thought of a complete stranger he had been standing behind in the queue at the supermarket before and felt a sudden stab - the supermarket was gone, everything in it was gone. Nelson's Column had gone! Nelson's Column had gone and there would be no outcry, because there was no one left to make an outcry. From now on Nelson's on this book thing and you were on Earth, you must have been gathering material on it." "Well, I was able to extend the original entry a bit, yes." "Let me see what it says in this edition then, I've got to see it."Column only existed in his mind. England only existed in his mind - his mind, stuck here in this dank smelly steel-lined spaceship. A wave of claustrophobia closed in on him. England no longer existed. He'd got that - somehow he'd got it. He tried again. America, he thought, has gone. He couldn't grasp it. He decided to start smaller again. New York has gone. No reaction. He'd never seriously believed it existed anyway. The dollar, he thought, had sunk for ever. Slight tremor there. Every Bogart movie has been wiped, he said to himself, and that gave him a nasty knock. McDonalds, he thought. There is no longer any such thing as a McDonald's hamburger. He passed out. When he came round a second later he found he was sobbing for his mother. He jerked himself violently to his feet. "Ford!" Ford looked up from where he was sitting in a corner humming to himself. He always found the actual travelling-through-space part of space travel rather trying. "Yeah?" he said. "If you're a researcher
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Van Gogh Le Moulin de la Galette
Van Gogh Le Moulin de la GaletteVan Gogh Le Moulin de Blute-FinVan Gogh Le Moulin de la GaletteVan Gogh The Trinquetaille Bridge
what you’re gonna say happened is, he was so sure of your total disability, of your inability to even make a sound anyone could hear outside, that the bastard took that board off this evening just to torment you with the sight of freedom. Can you sell that?”On an arid whisper of breath, brittle words scraped and grated from Dalton’s throat. “Laputa said and to pitch it at that window.”[554] “Can do,” Dalton promised shakily, though he looked as if he could do nothing more than blink his eyes.“The can smashed through the window and rolled down the porch roof as I was coming up the front walk. I heard you feebly calling for help, so I forced entry.”The story sucked. The first officers on the scene would know that it was bogus, but in light of Dalton’s ordeal, this would be a flavor of bogus that they could swallow.By the time Laputa found himself in a courtroom, Dalton would have largely recovered, and the jury would not know just how horribly weak he had been on the night of his rescue. Time ... he’ll kill me ... tonight.”“All right. Okay. Then it makes a little sense that he might do this.”From the nightstand, Hazard snatched up an aerosol can of pine-scented disinfectant. The container felt half full, heavy enough.“Next,” he told Dalton, “you have to tell them that you reached way down inside yourself, to your deepest reserves of strength, and somehow you found the will, the energy, the anger necessary to pull this can off the nightstand
what you’re gonna say happened is, he was so sure of your total disability, of your inability to even make a sound anyone could hear outside, that the bastard took that board off this evening just to torment you with the sight of freedom. Can you sell that?”On an arid whisper of breath, brittle words scraped and grated from Dalton’s throat. “Laputa said and to pitch it at that window.”[554] “Can do,” Dalton promised shakily, though he looked as if he could do nothing more than blink his eyes.“The can smashed through the window and rolled down the porch roof as I was coming up the front walk. I heard you feebly calling for help, so I forced entry.”The story sucked. The first officers on the scene would know that it was bogus, but in light of Dalton’s ordeal, this would be a flavor of bogus that they could swallow.By the time Laputa found himself in a courtroom, Dalton would have largely recovered, and the jury would not know just how horribly weak he had been on the night of his rescue. Time ... he’ll kill me ... tonight.”“All right. Okay. Then it makes a little sense that he might do this.”From the nightstand, Hazard snatched up an aerosol can of pine-scented disinfectant. The container felt half full, heavy enough.“Next,” he told Dalton, “you have to tell them that you reached way down inside yourself, to your deepest reserves of strength, and somehow you found the will, the energy, the anger necessary to pull this can off the nightstand
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Blum Chinoiserie II
Blum Chinoiserie IIBlum Burgundy Day LilyKimble Whiteback ChickenKimble White Persian Cat
exactly—and all—that he appeared to be.Nevertheless, Maxwell Dalton’s disappearance might, in fact, mean that he had started that included making threats against celebrities either with the intent to do harm or in the naive hope that intimidation could , switched off the headlights and windshield wipers, but left the engine running to keep the heater in action. Local kids wouldn’t be building snow forts; but with the coming of night, the air had grown wintry by southern-California standards.He’d been unable to reach the professor by phone. Now, although the Laputa house was dark, he tried again.serve extortion.Even setting aside bells out of dreams and men into mirrors, Hazard Yancy had seen stranger a once-honest professor, a man of reason, gone bad, made mad by envy, by greed.The Daltons lived in a good neighborhood, but Laputa lived in a better one, less than fifteen minutes from their door.The early winter twilight had crept in behind the storm while Hazard had been Rachel Dalton. Dusk drained all light from the day as he drove to Professor Laputa’s place, until the low clouds were no longer gray and backlit, but sour yellow and underlit by the rising radiance of the city.He parked across the street reputed worst of all academic hyenas
exactly—and all—that he appeared to be.Nevertheless, Maxwell Dalton’s disappearance might, in fact, mean that he had started that included making threats against celebrities either with the intent to do harm or in the naive hope that intimidation could , switched off the headlights and windshield wipers, but left the engine running to keep the heater in action. Local kids wouldn’t be building snow forts; but with the coming of night, the air had grown wintry by southern-California standards.He’d been unable to reach the professor by phone. Now, although the Laputa house was dark, he tried again.serve extortion.Even setting aside bells out of dreams and men into mirrors, Hazard Yancy had seen stranger a once-honest professor, a man of reason, gone bad, made mad by envy, by greed.The Daltons lived in a good neighborhood, but Laputa lived in a better one, less than fifteen minutes from their door.The early winter twilight had crept in behind the storm while Hazard had been Rachel Dalton. Dusk drained all light from the day as he drove to Professor Laputa’s place, until the low clouds were no longer gray and backlit, but sour yellow and underlit by the rising radiance of the city.He parked across the street reputed worst of all academic hyenas
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Eric Wallis Girls at the Beach painting
Eric Wallis Girls at the Beach paintingVincent van Gogh Starry Night over the Rhone paintingGustav Klimt The Bride painting
shows, he would discover, from one end of the dial to the other, only the voice that might be Hannah’s, futilely trying to speak to him on every frequency.Knuckles on glass—tap-tap-tap—startled him. Wearing a rolled seaman’s cap it out.”“You get anywhere?”“Right back where I started—lookin’ up my own ass.”“Not a view that’ll draw tourists,” Hazard said. “Sam Kesselman has the flu.”Ethan needed Kesselman—the detective assigned to the ormolu-lamp murder of Rolf Reynerd’s mother—to read Reynerd’s unfinished [376] screenplay and then to track and a scowl to curdle vinegar, Hazard Yancy peered through the passenger’s window.Ethan unlocked the doors.Filling the SUV as fully as he might have filled a bumper car at a carnival, Hazard climbed into the front passenger’s seat and pulled the door shut. Although he had more knees than knee space, he didn’t adjust the power controls to move the seat back. He seemed nervous. “They find Dunny?”“Who?”“The hospital.”“No.”“Then why’re you here?”“I talked to the doctor who signed the death certificate, trying to figure
shows, he would discover, from one end of the dial to the other, only the voice that might be Hannah’s, futilely trying to speak to him on every frequency.Knuckles on glass—tap-tap-tap—startled him. Wearing a rolled seaman’s cap it out.”“You get anywhere?”“Right back where I started—lookin’ up my own ass.”“Not a view that’ll draw tourists,” Hazard said. “Sam Kesselman has the flu.”Ethan needed Kesselman—the detective assigned to the ormolu-lamp murder of Rolf Reynerd’s mother—to read Reynerd’s unfinished [376] screenplay and then to track and a scowl to curdle vinegar, Hazard Yancy peered through the passenger’s window.Ethan unlocked the doors.Filling the SUV as fully as he might have filled a bumper car at a carnival, Hazard climbed into the front passenger’s seat and pulled the door shut. Although he had more knees than knee space, he didn’t adjust the power controls to move the seat back. He seemed nervous. “They find Dunny?”“Who?”“The hospital.”“No.”“Then why’re you here?”“I talked to the doctor who signed the death certificate, trying to figure
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
William Bouguereau Innocence painting
William Bouguereau Innocence paintingVincent van Gogh Poppies 1886 paintingVincent van Gogh field of poppies painting
satisfying. Make-believe voodoo.Line 24 was still , where the telephone log continued to be displayed. This on all sides of him, a guardian army in which every soldier had the same famous face.He lay flat on his back, and not in bed. Although he remained cautiously still, pressing with something akin to desperation against the hard smooth surface under him, his mind turned lazily, lazily, in a whirlpool of confusion.Huge they were, these fathers, sometimes full towering figures and sometimes only disembodied heads, but giant heads, like balloons in the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade.Fric had the impression that he’d passed call, too, appeared to be from a number screened by Caller ID blocking.[285] Because the connection had not been broken, the time continued to change in the column headed LENGTH OF CALL. Already it was over four minutes.That was a long message to leave on an answering machine if the caller was or someone who’d unknowingly reached a wrong number. Curious.The indicator light blinked off.
satisfying. Make-believe voodoo.Line 24 was still , where the telephone log continued to be displayed. This on all sides of him, a guardian army in which every soldier had the same famous face.He lay flat on his back, and not in bed. Although he remained cautiously still, pressing with something akin to desperation against the hard smooth surface under him, his mind turned lazily, lazily, in a whirlpool of confusion.Huge they were, these fathers, sometimes full towering figures and sometimes only disembodied heads, but giant heads, like balloons in the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade.Fric had the impression that he’d passed call, too, appeared to be from a number screened by Caller ID blocking.[285] Because the connection had not been broken, the time continued to change in the column headed LENGTH OF CALL. Already it was over four minutes.That was a long message to leave on an answering machine if the caller was or someone who’d unknowingly reached a wrong number. Curious.The indicator light blinked off.
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