Jack Vettriano Dancer for MoneyJack Vettriano Cafe DaysJack Vettriano Bluebird At BonnevilleJack Vettriano Birth Of A Dream
ROMULUS, Mich., Jan. 21 (UPI) -- Police say an 8-year-old boy seen wandering around a Romulus, Mich., apartment complex was living with the corpse of his mother, a Hurricane Katrina survivor.Relatives said Gaynell Tipado and her son moved to Michigan from Louisiana after Hurricane Katrina and losing her husband, the newspaper said. Wayne County officials said they did not suspect foul play in her death. The boy has been placed in foster care, the News said.
The boy, Trinity Tipado, went next door to a liquor store to try to buy food by using an expired credit card and his mother's drivers license, prompting the owner to call police, The Detroit News reported Wednesday.
Authorities found Gaynell Tipado, 41, dead inside the apartment. They said she had been dead for 10 days.
"I've got three kids. I had the feeling it was something bad," Romulus Liquor Store owner Layth Saco told the newspaper. "He broke down and told me, 'My mom is in a better place now.'"
"Some neighbors saw (Trinity) two or three times in the cold, in his pajamas and didn't do anything," neighbor Curtis Michael said.
Friday 27 February 2009
Wednesday 25 February 2009
Winslow Homer The Herring Net
Winslow Homer The Herring NetWinslow Homer The Fog WarningWinslow Homer Rowing HomeWinslow Homer Kissing the Moon
Rincewind pounded down an alley, paying no heed to the screams of rage coming from the picture box and cleared a high wall with his frayed robe flapping around him like the feathers of a dishevelled jackdaw. He landed in the forecourt of a carpet shop, scattering the merchandise and customers dived through its rear exit trailing in his mind. It was perhaps untrue to say that he had learned it; it had learned him. The episode had led to his expulsion from Unseen University, because, for a bet, he had dared to open the pages of the last remaining copy of the creators own grimoire, The Octavo, while the University librarian was otherwise engaged.. The spell had leapt out of the page and instantly burrowed deeply into his mind, from whence even the combined talents of the Faculty of been unable to coax it. Precisely which one it was they were also unable to ascertain, except apologies, skidded down another alley and stopped, teetering dangerously, just as he was about to plunge unthinkingly into the Ankh.There are said to be some mystic rivers - one drop of which can steal a man'sAfter its turbid passage through the twin cities the Ankh could have been one of them.In the distance the cries of rage took on a shrill note of terror. Rincewind looked around desperately for a boat, or a handhold up the sheer walls on either side of him.He was trapped.Unbidden, the Spell welled up
Rincewind pounded down an alley, paying no heed to the screams of rage coming from the picture box and cleared a high wall with his frayed robe flapping around him like the feathers of a dishevelled jackdaw. He landed in the forecourt of a carpet shop, scattering the merchandise and customers dived through its rear exit trailing in his mind. It was perhaps untrue to say that he had learned it; it had learned him. The episode had led to his expulsion from Unseen University, because, for a bet, he had dared to open the pages of the last remaining copy of the creators own grimoire, The Octavo, while the University librarian was otherwise engaged.. The spell had leapt out of the page and instantly burrowed deeply into his mind, from whence even the combined talents of the Faculty of been unable to coax it. Precisely which one it was they were also unable to ascertain, except apologies, skidded down another alley and stopped, teetering dangerously, just as he was about to plunge unthinkingly into the Ankh.There are said to be some mystic rivers - one drop of which can steal a man'sAfter its turbid passage through the twin cities the Ankh could have been one of them.In the distance the cries of rage took on a shrill note of terror. Rincewind looked around desperately for a boat, or a handhold up the sheer walls on either side of him.He was trapped.Unbidden, the Spell welled up
Monday 23 February 2009
Lorenzo Lotto Venus and Cupid
Lorenzo Lotto Venus and CupidJean Fragonard The BathersThomas Gainsborough Mrs SheridanSandro Botticelli Venus and Mars
few weeks ago I did one of my regular TV gigs for the show I work on. For the segment, I wore some jeans, a pair of boots and a new short-sleeved shirt. A friend of mine who is a self-confessed clothes snob and fashion aficionado from $150.00 to $90.00.” (complete lie, it cost $25.00!)F: (now with a look of approval on her face) “Wow, that’s cheap for a nice shirt like that. Good shopping by you. It makes such a difference when you wear quality clothes. And the jeans, they’re nice…”(searching for some more info)CH: “Yeah, picked them up when I was in the States earlier this year. They informed me that “I looked great.” Here’s a snapshot of the conversation we had:Friend (F): “Hey, saw you on TV this morning, you looked great. Gorgeous shirt, that colour really suits you. Is it new?” (I was still wearing the same clothes)CH: “Thanks. Yep, new shirt. Bought it all by myself!”F: “Well done, where did you get it?” (trying to get an idea of its cost and whether or not she should like it!)CH: “Some shop in the city.” (I actually bought it at Target)F: “Was it expensive?” (knew that was coming)CH: “Not too bad; it was reduced
few weeks ago I did one of my regular TV gigs for the show I work on. For the segment, I wore some jeans, a pair of boots and a new short-sleeved shirt. A friend of mine who is a self-confessed clothes snob and fashion aficionado from $150.00 to $90.00.” (complete lie, it cost $25.00!)F: (now with a look of approval on her face) “Wow, that’s cheap for a nice shirt like that. Good shopping by you. It makes such a difference when you wear quality clothes. And the jeans, they’re nice…”(searching for some more info)CH: “Yeah, picked them up when I was in the States earlier this year. They informed me that “I looked great.” Here’s a snapshot of the conversation we had:Friend (F): “Hey, saw you on TV this morning, you looked great. Gorgeous shirt, that colour really suits you. Is it new?” (I was still wearing the same clothes)CH: “Thanks. Yep, new shirt. Bought it all by myself!”F: “Well done, where did you get it?” (trying to get an idea of its cost and whether or not she should like it!)CH: “Some shop in the city.” (I actually bought it at Target)F: “Was it expensive?” (knew that was coming)CH: “Not too bad; it was reduced
Sunday 22 February 2009
Andy Warhol Banana
Andy Warhol BananaUnknown Artist The Great Wave off Kanagawa by Katsushika HokusaiUnknown Artist The Great Wave of Kanagawa by Katsushika HokusaiUnknown Artist The Great Wave at Kanagawa by Katsushika Hokusai
didn't complete the word child, because in that instant she recognized Lyra. Through tear-blurred eyes Lyra saw her totter and clutch at a bench; her face, so beautiful and composed, grew in a moment haggard and horror-struck.
"Lyra-" breathed into his fur, and he pressed his beating heart to hers.
They clung together like survivors of a shipwreck, shivering on a desolate coast. Dimly she heard Mrs. Coulter speaking to the men, but she couldn't even interpret her tone of voice. And then they were leaving that hateful room, and Mrs. Coulter was half-carrying, half-supporting her along a corridor, and then there was a door, a bedroom, scent in the air, soft light.she whispered.The golden monkey darted from her side in a flash, and tugged Pantalaimon out from the mesh cage as Lyra fell out herself. Pantalaimon pulled free of the monkey's solicitous paws and stumbled to Lyra's arms."Never, never," she
didn't complete the word child, because in that instant she recognized Lyra. Through tear-blurred eyes Lyra saw her totter and clutch at a bench; her face, so beautiful and composed, grew in a moment haggard and horror-struck.
"Lyra-" breathed into his fur, and he pressed his beating heart to hers.
They clung together like survivors of a shipwreck, shivering on a desolate coast. Dimly she heard Mrs. Coulter speaking to the men, but she couldn't even interpret her tone of voice. And then they were leaving that hateful room, and Mrs. Coulter was half-carrying, half-supporting her along a corridor, and then there was a door, a bedroom, scent in the air, soft light.she whispered.The golden monkey darted from her side in a flash, and tugged Pantalaimon out from the mesh cage as Lyra fell out herself. Pantalaimon pulled free of the monkey's solicitous paws and stumbled to Lyra's arms."Never, never," she
Friday 20 February 2009
Andy Warhol Portrait of Maurice
Andy Warhol Portrait of MauriceAndy Warhol Page from Lips BookAndy Warhol One Blue Pussy
. I saw his head," Lyra said proudly. "My father found it. I saw it when he showed it to the Scholars at Jordan college. They'd scalped it, and all."
"Who'd scalped it?"
"Well, the "Good trick to play. People are shocked when they see a thing like that; they don't like to look too close."
"Especially Scholars," said Lyra.
"Well, you'd know better than I would. But if that was Grumman's head, I'll bet it wasn't the Tartars who scalped him. They scalp their enemies, not their own, and he was a Tartar by adoptTartars, that's what the Scholars thought....But maybe it wasn't.""It might not have been Grumman's head," said Lee Scoresby. "Your father might have been misleading the Scholars.""I suppose he might," said Lyra thoughtfully. "He was asking them for money.""And when they saw the head, they gave him the money?""Yeah."ion."
. I saw his head," Lyra said proudly. "My father found it. I saw it when he showed it to the Scholars at Jordan college. They'd scalped it, and all."
"Who'd scalped it?"
"Well, the "Good trick to play. People are shocked when they see a thing like that; they don't like to look too close."
"Especially Scholars," said Lyra.
"Well, you'd know better than I would. But if that was Grumman's head, I'll bet it wasn't the Tartars who scalped him. They scalp their enemies, not their own, and he was a Tartar by adoptTartars, that's what the Scholars thought....But maybe it wasn't.""It might not have been Grumman's head," said Lee Scoresby. "Your father might have been misleading the Scholars.""I suppose he might," said Lyra thoughtfully. "He was asking them for money.""And when they saw the head, they gave him the money?""Yeah."ion."
Wednesday 18 February 2009
Jean Beraud Symphony in Red and Gold
Jean Beraud Symphony in Red and GoldJean Beraud Pont des artsJean Beraud Leaving La Madeleine Paris
alley beside it led to a sheet-metal gate into a rear yard, where a lean-to shed stood crazily over a floor of frozen mud. Dim yellow light through the rear window of the bar showed a vast pale form crouching upright and gnawing at a haunch of meat which it held in both hands. Lyra had an impression of bloodstained muzzle and face, smallcontrolled by intelligence; and not a human intelligence, nothing like a human, because of course bears had no daemons. This strange hulking presence gnawing its meat was like nothing she had ever imagined, and she felt a profound admiration and pity for the lonely creature.
He dropped the reindeer leg in the dirt and slumped on all fours to the malevolent black eyes, and an immensity of dirty matted yellowish fur. As it gnawed, hideous growling, crunching, sucking noises came from it.Farder Coram stood by the gate and called:"lorek Byrnison!"The bear stopped eating. As far as they could tell, he was looking at them directly, but it was impossible to read any expression on his face."lorek Byrnison," said Farder Coram again. "May I speak to you?"Lyra's heart was thumping hard, because something in the bear's presence made her feel close to coldness, danger, brutal power, but a power
alley beside it led to a sheet-metal gate into a rear yard, where a lean-to shed stood crazily over a floor of frozen mud. Dim yellow light through the rear window of the bar showed a vast pale form crouching upright and gnawing at a haunch of meat which it held in both hands. Lyra had an impression of bloodstained muzzle and face, smallcontrolled by intelligence; and not a human intelligence, nothing like a human, because of course bears had no daemons. This strange hulking presence gnawing its meat was like nothing she had ever imagined, and she felt a profound admiration and pity for the lonely creature.
He dropped the reindeer leg in the dirt and slumped on all fours to the malevolent black eyes, and an immensity of dirty matted yellowish fur. As it gnawed, hideous growling, crunching, sucking noises came from it.Farder Coram stood by the gate and called:"lorek Byrnison!"The bear stopped eating. As far as they could tell, he was looking at them directly, but it was impossible to read any expression on his face."lorek Byrnison," said Farder Coram again. "May I speak to you?"Lyra's heart was thumping hard, because something in the bear's presence made her feel close to coldness, danger, brutal power, but a power
Tuesday 17 February 2009
Edward Hopper House by the Railroad
Edward Hopper House by the RailroadAmedeo Modigliani the Seated NudeAmedeo Modigliani Seated Nude
Hola, a lectores de Carolina Divina. ¿Cómo están Uds. hoy? Those of you whose mother tongue is Spanish will recognize that simple greeting. How many of you who have spoken only English since birth can understand, or respond to the question being asked? forgotten, and all the doors it opens swiftly slam shut. What a loss!
By the time I began to study Spanish in my New York City high school, I already had two years of Latin under my belt (and that’s fodder for an entirely different story
Most Americans, unfortunately, speak only one language, English. In the EU, in non-English speaking countries, an astounding 93 percent are fluent in a second language. A second language, often English, is a required part of the school curriculum, and that education begins early on, sometimes when the students are as young as six. In the U.S., most students don’t become exposed to a second language until high school. The majority of students take only the minimum requirement for graduation. Upon completion of the necessary
Hola, a lectores de Carolina Divina. ¿Cómo están Uds. hoy? Those of you whose mother tongue is Spanish will recognize that simple greeting. How many of you who have spoken only English since birth can understand, or respond to the question being asked? forgotten, and all the doors it opens swiftly slam shut. What a loss!
By the time I began to study Spanish in my New York City high school, I already had two years of Latin under my belt (and that’s fodder for an entirely different story
Most Americans, unfortunately, speak only one language, English. In the EU, in non-English speaking countries, an astounding 93 percent are fluent in a second language. A second language, often English, is a required part of the school curriculum, and that education begins early on, sometimes when the students are as young as six. In the U.S., most students don’t become exposed to a second language until high school. The majority of students take only the minimum requirement for graduation. Upon completion of the necessary
Monday 16 February 2009
Unknown Artist Still Life with Musical Instruments
Unknown Artist Still Life with Musical InstrumentsUnknown Artist Pieter Claesz Still LifeUnknown Artist Philadelphia Public Ledger
Lyra learned nothing from that episode except that playing Gobblers led to interesting places. She remembered her uncle's words in their last interview, and began to explore underground, for what was above ground was only a small fraction of the whole. Like some enormous fungus whose root system extended over acres, .
And now that Lyra had the taste for exploring it, she abandoned her usual haunt, the irregular alps of the college roofs, and plunged with Roger into this netherworld. From playing at Gobblers she had turned to hunting them, for what could be more likely than that they were lurking out of sight below the ground?Jordan (finding itself jostling for space above ground with St. Michael's College on one side, Gabriel College on the other, and the University Library behind) had begun, sometime in the Middle Ages, to spread below the surface. Tunnels, shafts, vaults, cellars, staircases had so hollowed out the earth below Jordan and for several hundred yards around it that there was almost as much air below ground as above; Jordan college stood on a sort of froth of stone
Lyra learned nothing from that episode except that playing Gobblers led to interesting places. She remembered her uncle's words in their last interview, and began to explore underground, for what was above ground was only a small fraction of the whole. Like some enormous fungus whose root system extended over acres, .
And now that Lyra had the taste for exploring it, she abandoned her usual haunt, the irregular alps of the college roofs, and plunged with Roger into this netherworld. From playing at Gobblers she had turned to hunting them, for what could be more likely than that they were lurking out of sight below the ground?Jordan (finding itself jostling for space above ground with St. Michael's College on one side, Gabriel College on the other, and the University Library behind) had begun, sometime in the Middle Ages, to spread below the surface. Tunnels, shafts, vaults, cellars, staircases had so hollowed out the earth below Jordan and for several hundred yards around it that there was almost as much air below ground as above; Jordan college stood on a sort of froth of stone
Friday 13 February 2009
Leonardo da Vinci Leda and the Swan
Leonardo da Vinci Leda and the SwanLeonardo da Vinci St John in the WildernessLeonardo da Vinci The Last Supper
still and silent and wide-eyed.
But while she was watching Mrs. Coulter, she didn't look behind her across the little blue lake. On the far side of it in the darkness a grove of ghostly trees seemed to have planted itself, a grove that shivered every so often with a tremor like a conscious intention. But they were not trees, of course; and while all the curiosity of Lena Feldt and her daemon was directed at Mrs. Coulter, one of the pallid forms detached itself from its fellows and drifted across the surface of the icy water, causing not a single ripple, until it paused a foot from the rock on which Lena Feldt's daemon was perched.
"You could easily man as the daemon slipped slowly off his arm and let her weight into the golden monkey's hands. The monkey raised her slowly to his face and ran his cheek softly along her emerald skin. Her tongue flicked blackly this way and that, and the man sighed.
"Carlo, tell me why you're pursuing the boy," Mrs. Coulter whispered, and her voice was as soft as the monkey's caress. "
still and silent and wide-eyed.
But while she was watching Mrs. Coulter, she didn't look behind her across the little blue lake. On the far side of it in the darkness a grove of ghostly trees seemed to have planted itself, a grove that shivered every so often with a tremor like a conscious intention. But they were not trees, of course; and while all the curiosity of Lena Feldt and her daemon was directed at Mrs. Coulter, one of the pallid forms detached itself from its fellows and drifted across the surface of the icy water, causing not a single ripple, until it paused a foot from the rock on which Lena Feldt's daemon was perched.
"You could easily man as the daemon slipped slowly off his arm and let her weight into the golden monkey's hands. The monkey raised her slowly to his face and ran his cheek softly along her emerald skin. Her tongue flicked blackly this way and that, and the man sighed.
"Carlo, tell me why you're pursuing the boy," Mrs. Coulter whispered, and her voice was as soft as the monkey's caress. "
Thursday 12 February 2009
Marc Chagall The Birthday
Marc Chagall The BirthdayMarc Chagall RainMarc Chagall Blue Lovers
stood, alarmed that something had slipped past their guard, and saw a gleam of light from the camping place; not firelight, though, nothing remotely like firelight.
They ran back on silent feet, arrows already nocked to their bowstrings, and stopped suddenly.
All the witches were asleep on the grass, and so were Will and Lyra. But surrounding the two children were a dozen or more tartan skirt and the boy with the wounded hand who was frowning in his sleep.
There was a stir at Lyra's neck. Pantalaimon, a snow-white ermine, opened his black eyes sleepily and gazed around unafraid. Later, Lyra would remember it as a dream. Pantalaimon seemed to accept the attention as Lyra's due, and presently he curled up again and closed his eyes.
Finally one of the creatures spread his wings wide. The others, as close angels, gazing down at them.And then Serafina understood something for which the witches had no word: it was the idea of pilgrimage. She understood why these beings would wait for thousands of years and travel vast distances in order to be close to something important, and how they would feel differently for the rest of time, having been briefly in its presence. That was how these creatures looked now, these beautiful pilgrims of rarefied light, standing around the girl with the dirty face and the
stood, alarmed that something had slipped past their guard, and saw a gleam of light from the camping place; not firelight, though, nothing remotely like firelight.
They ran back on silent feet, arrows already nocked to their bowstrings, and stopped suddenly.
All the witches were asleep on the grass, and so were Will and Lyra. But surrounding the two children were a dozen or more tartan skirt and the boy with the wounded hand who was frowning in his sleep.
There was a stir at Lyra's neck. Pantalaimon, a snow-white ermine, opened his black eyes sleepily and gazed around unafraid. Later, Lyra would remember it as a dream. Pantalaimon seemed to accept the attention as Lyra's due, and presently he curled up again and closed his eyes.
Finally one of the creatures spread his wings wide. The others, as close angels, gazing down at them.And then Serafina understood something for which the witches had no word: it was the idea of pilgrimage. She understood why these beings would wait for thousands of years and travel vast distances in order to be close to something important, and how they would feel differently for the rest of time, having been briefly in its presence. That was how these creatures looked now, these beautiful pilgrims of rarefied light, standing around the girl with the dirty face and the
Wednesday 11 February 2009
Andy Warhol Mao 1972
Andy Warhol Mao 1972Andy Warhol Jackie 1964Andy Warhol Flowers 1970
goes to show that creative marketing can still generate results. And the mosquitoes were infinitely better than, say, trotting out comedian Jerry Seinfeld who made those appearances with Gates in those bizarre Microsoft ads from last year to try to help deliver the new Microsoft message. Heck, Microsoft used to use butterflies to get the message out about its MSN service in 2000. Maybe the whole company will adopt mosquitoes for Windows 7?Dark matter ring in galaxy cluster Cl 0024+17. Some 96% of the universe is dark energy or dark matter. Photograph: Johns Hopkins University/Esa/Nasa
Even today, there are scientific phenomena that defy explanation. If history is anything to go by, resolving these anomalies could lead to a great leap forward, so what are the greatest mysteries, and what scientific revolutions might they bring?
I've reached out to some of you in attendance last night, but haven't heard back. If you were there, got bitten or not, and want to share your experiences and thoughts from the event, feel free to write in. I'll post your comments when I get them.
goes to show that creative marketing can still generate results. And the mosquitoes were infinitely better than, say, trotting out comedian Jerry Seinfeld who made those appearances with Gates in those bizarre Microsoft ads from last year to try to help deliver the new Microsoft message. Heck, Microsoft used to use butterflies to get the message out about its MSN service in 2000. Maybe the whole company will adopt mosquitoes for Windows 7?Dark matter ring in galaxy cluster Cl 0024+17. Some 96% of the universe is dark energy or dark matter. Photograph: Johns Hopkins University/Esa/Nasa
Even today, there are scientific phenomena that defy explanation. If history is anything to go by, resolving these anomalies could lead to a great leap forward, so what are the greatest mysteries, and what scientific revolutions might they bring?
I've reached out to some of you in attendance last night, but haven't heard back. If you were there, got bitten or not, and want to share your experiences and thoughts from the event, feel free to write in. I'll post your comments when I get them.
Friday 6 February 2009
Claude Monet Snow at Argenteuil
Claude Monet Snow at ArgenteuilClaude Monet Houses of Parliament LondonClaude Monet Custom Officer's Cabin at Varengville
just insisted on continuing the diet. There were moments of crisis, but I wanted to lose weight, and, despite what doctors say in the media, I feel good and hy. You can see I am fit," said the painter. He wants to do more.be a candidate for the Guinness Book of Records. I do not know whether anyone else has lost 73 kilograms in six months. But I want more. Now that I do not need to wear 6XL T-shirts anymore, but only XL T-shirts, I want my body to look like Arnold Schwarzenegger’s in his best days. Believe me, in a year or so, I'll look like Schwarzenegger," Zmiric claimed."I'm about to help other people, and I am also planning to write a book about my experience."However, he declined to reveal everything about his diet."I do not want to do so since I want to leave something for my book. But I can tell you it is not only how much food you eat but also the way you eat it", he said."People tell me I might
just insisted on continuing the diet. There were moments of crisis, but I wanted to lose weight, and, despite what doctors say in the media, I feel good and hy. You can see I am fit," said the painter. He wants to do more.be a candidate for the Guinness Book of Records. I do not know whether anyone else has lost 73 kilograms in six months. But I want more. Now that I do not need to wear 6XL T-shirts anymore, but only XL T-shirts, I want my body to look like Arnold Schwarzenegger’s in his best days. Believe me, in a year or so, I'll look like Schwarzenegger," Zmiric claimed."I'm about to help other people, and I am also planning to write a book about my experience."However, he declined to reveal everything about his diet."I do not want to do so since I want to leave something for my book. But I can tell you it is not only how much food you eat but also the way you eat it", he said."People tell me I might
Thursday 5 February 2009
Leroy Neiman Hall of Famer
Leroy Neiman Hall of FamerLeroy Neiman Hakeem OlajuwonLeroy Neiman Golf Winners
mebbe we can use it."
Lee saw the sense, and took the ring off the dead man's finger. Peering into the gloom, he saw that the path was edged by a already sent a messenger bird. The Magisterium will know of your inquiries, and they will be glad to know about Grumman—"
"What about him?"
"The fact that others are looking for him. It confirms what we thought. And that others know of Dust. You are an enemy of the Church, Lee Scoresby. By their fruits shall ye know them. By their questions shall ye see the serpent gnawing at their heart…"
The owl was making soft hooting sounds and raising and dropping her wings fitfully. Her bright orange eyes were filming over with daemon, whose eyes were closer to the ground.
And when they were only ten minutes down the path, something swept past his head in the fog and dived at Hester. It was the Skraeling's owl daemon.
But Hester sensed her coming and
mebbe we can use it."
Lee saw the sense, and took the ring off the dead man's finger. Peering into the gloom, he saw that the path was edged by a already sent a messenger bird. The Magisterium will know of your inquiries, and they will be glad to know about Grumman—"
"What about him?"
"The fact that others are looking for him. It confirms what we thought. And that others know of Dust. You are an enemy of the Church, Lee Scoresby. By their fruits shall ye know them. By their questions shall ye see the serpent gnawing at their heart…"
The owl was making soft hooting sounds and raising and dropping her wings fitfully. Her bright orange eyes were filming over with daemon, whose eyes were closer to the ground.
And when they were only ten minutes down the path, something swept past his head in the fog and dived at Hester. It was the Skraeling's owl daemon.
But Hester sensed her coming and
Wednesday 4 February 2009
Leroy Neiman Sliding Home
Leroy Neiman Sliding HomeLeroy Neiman Skiing TwinsLeroy Neiman Skier]
out ... Sharon and David Hegyi have been sacked weeks after Sharon saved the life of her boss. Picture: Justin Sanson.
* Trained nurse saves life of boss * She's fired weeks later * Kicked out of company house
A MOTHER-OF-FIVE has been made redundant and told to get out of her company house only weeks after saving the life of , 39, is devastated by the decision.
She and her mechanic husband David had worked on Tipperary Station, 200km south of Darwin, for seven years and had planned to stay there until they retired.
"We loved the lifestyle," Ms Hegyi said. "We loved bringing up our kids there.
"We don't drink or smoke. We just worked hard and went Home to our family." one of her bosses.Sharon and David Hegyi have been sacked after seven years at Tipperary Station in the Northern Territory - just weeks after Sharon saved the life of one of her bosses, the Northern Territory News reports. Office worker Sharon Hegyi
out ... Sharon and David Hegyi have been sacked weeks after Sharon saved the life of her boss. Picture: Justin Sanson.
* Trained nurse saves life of boss * She's fired weeks later * Kicked out of company house
A MOTHER-OF-FIVE has been made redundant and told to get out of her company house only weeks after saving the life of , 39, is devastated by the decision.
She and her mechanic husband David had worked on Tipperary Station, 200km south of Darwin, for seven years and had planned to stay there until they retired.
"We loved the lifestyle," Ms Hegyi said. "We loved bringing up our kids there.
"We don't drink or smoke. We just worked hard and went Home to our family." one of her bosses.Sharon and David Hegyi have been sacked after seven years at Tipperary Station in the Northern Territory - just weeks after Sharon saved the life of one of her bosses, the Northern Territory News reports. Office worker Sharon Hegyi
Tuesday 3 February 2009
Guido Reni Angel of the Annunciation
Guido Reni Angel of the AnnunciationGuido Reni The Penitent MagdaleneEdward Hopper Summertime
How many ways can the world end? We can think of at least five.
But before we get into detail, let's dismiss two things that won't cause the demise of the planet.
Global warming is the second half of an interglacial period, it's a pretty safe bet that the glaciers will indeed advance again within the next 10,000 years.
But at any given time, four of the five following scenarios really could cause the end of life on Earth — and the fifth almost certainly will.bad for people who live in low-lying coastal areas and at the edges of deserts, but the truth is that Earth been much warmer throughout most of the past 500 million years, and life did just fine.On the other side of things, a new ice age would end most human habitation of Canada, northern Europe, the northern U.S. and Russia, but the tropics would stay about the same — and there'd be a lot more land to go around in south Florida as sea levels dropped.Since we're currently in
How many ways can the world end? We can think of at least five.
But before we get into detail, let's dismiss two things that won't cause the demise of the planet.
Global warming is the second half of an interglacial period, it's a pretty safe bet that the glaciers will indeed advance again within the next 10,000 years.
But at any given time, four of the five following scenarios really could cause the end of life on Earth — and the fifth almost certainly will.bad for people who live in low-lying coastal areas and at the edges of deserts, but the truth is that Earth been much warmer throughout most of the past 500 million years, and life did just fine.On the other side of things, a new ice age would end most human habitation of Canada, northern Europe, the northern U.S. and Russia, but the tropics would stay about the same — and there'd be a lot more land to go around in south Florida as sea levels dropped.Since we're currently in
Monday 2 February 2009
Vincent van Gogh The Yellow House
Vincent van Gogh The Yellow HouseLeonardo da Vinci Virgin of the RocksLeonardo da Vinci St John the Baptist
He stopped and turned, and went on: "D'you remember another thing he said, my father? He said we have to build the Republic of Heaven where we are. He said that for us there isn't any elsewhere. That's what he meant, I can see now. Oh, it's too bitter. I thought he just meant Lord Asriel and his new world, but he meant us, he meant you and me. We have to live in our own worlds..."Will felt a dull horror at his heart, and Kirjava pressed herself against his breast, feeling it, too, and trying to comfort him.
"I'm going to ask the She knew what he was going to say, and she saw him holding the beautiful, healthy daemon he hadn't even begun to know; and she thought of his mother, and she knew that he was thinking of her, too. To abandon her and live with Lyra, even for the few years they'd have together, could he do that? He might be living with Lyra, but she knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself.
"No," she cried, jumping up beside him, and Kirjava joined Pantalaimon on the sand as boy and girl clung together desperately
He stopped and turned, and went on: "D'you remember another thing he said, my father? He said we have to build the Republic of Heaven where we are. He said that for us there isn't any elsewhere. That's what he meant, I can see now. Oh, it's too bitter. I thought he just meant Lord Asriel and his new world, but he meant us, he meant you and me. We have to live in our own worlds..."Will felt a dull horror at his heart, and Kirjava pressed herself against his breast, feeling it, too, and trying to comfort him.
"I'm going to ask the She knew what he was going to say, and she saw him holding the beautiful, healthy daemon he hadn't even begun to know; and she thought of his mother, and she knew that he was thinking of her, too. To abandon her and live with Lyra, even for the few years they'd have together, could he do that? He might be living with Lyra, but she knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself.
"No," she cried, jumping up beside him, and Kirjava joined Pantalaimon on the sand as boy and girl clung together desperately
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