Jack Vettriano The Embrace Of The SpiderJack Vettriano The DuellistsJack Vettriano The Drifter
There are of course many problems connected which some of the most popular are Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches? Many many millions of years ago a race of hyperintelligent pan- dimensional beings (whose physical manifestation in their own pan-dimensional universe is not dissimilar to our own) got so fed up with the constant bickering about the meaningused to interrupt their favourite pastime of Brockian Ultra Cricket (a involved suddenly hitting people for no readily apparent reason and then running away) that they decided to sit down and solve their problems once and for all. And to this end they built themselves a stupendous super which was so amazingly intelligent that even before the data banks had been connected up it had started from I think therefore I am and got as far as the existence of rice pudding and income tax before anyone managed to turn it off. It was the size of a small city. Its main console was installed in a specially designed executive office, mounted on an enormous executive desk of finest ultramahagony topped with rich ultrared leather. The dark carpeting was discreetly sumptuous, exotic pot plants and tastefully engraved
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Kinkade Afternoon Light Dogwood
Kinkade Afternoon Light DogwoodKinkade A Winter's CottageKinkade A Perfect Yellow RosePeeters Warwick Springs
Yes," said Arthur, glaring at him and trying not to feel foolish. "He only had the two arms and the one head and he called himself Phil, but ..." "But you must admit he did turn out to be from another planet," said Trillian wandering into sight at the other end of the bridge. She gave Arthur a pleasant smile which settled on him like Ford, "he's ..." he paused, and decided to do the introductions the other way round. "Oh, Zaphod, this is a friend of mine, Arthur Dent," he said, "I saved him when his planet blew up." "Oh sure," said Zaphod, "hi Arthur, glad you could make it." His right-hand head looked round casually, said "hi" and went back to having his teeth picked. Ford carried on. "And Arthur," he said, "this a ton of bricks and then turned her attention to the ship's controls again. There was silence for a few seconds, and then out of the scrambled mess of Arthur's brain crawled some words. "Tricia McMillian?" he said. "What are you doing here?" "Same as you," she said, "I hitched a lift. After all with a degree in Maths and another in astrophysics what else was there to do? It was either that or the dole queue again on Monday." "Infinity minus onenow complete." Zaphod looked about him, at Ford, at Arthur, and then at Trillian. "Trillian," he said, "is this sort of thing going to happen every time we use the Improbability drive?" "Very probably, I'm afraid," she said.
Yes," said Arthur, glaring at him and trying not to feel foolish. "He only had the two arms and the one head and he called himself Phil, but ..." "But you must admit he did turn out to be from another planet," said Trillian wandering into sight at the other end of the bridge. She gave Arthur a pleasant smile which settled on him like Ford, "he's ..." he paused, and decided to do the introductions the other way round. "Oh, Zaphod, this is a friend of mine, Arthur Dent," he said, "I saved him when his planet blew up." "Oh sure," said Zaphod, "hi Arthur, glad you could make it." His right-hand head looked round casually, said "hi" and went back to having his teeth picked. Ford carried on. "And Arthur," he said, "this a ton of bricks and then turned her attention to the ship's controls again. There was silence for a few seconds, and then out of the scrambled mess of Arthur's brain crawled some words. "Tricia McMillian?" he said. "What are you doing here?" "Same as you," she said, "I hitched a lift. After all with a degree in Maths and another in astrophysics what else was there to do? It was either that or the dole queue again on Monday." "Infinity minus onenow complete." Zaphod looked about him, at Ford, at Arthur, and then at Trillian. "Trillian," he said, "is this sort of thing going to happen every time we use the Improbability drive?" "Very probably, I'm afraid," she said.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Bierstadt Nebraska On the Plains
Bierstadt Nebraska On the PlainsBierstadt Scene in the Sierra NevadaBierstadt Western KansasBierstadt Campfire Site Yosemite
You can’t be the best everywhere. You can only be the best in a field where you are uniquely equipped to conquer it. So choose your race carefully. Choose only the race in which you are confident that you can go past the Dip. It’s better to stop before you start because it saves you a lot of time.
4. Stop unproductive effort
If you want to be the best in the world, you can’t do too many things at once. That will only consume your resources and slow you down. The fact is it’s difficult to go through the Dip. If it’s not difficult, many people that you need to abandon a project you’ve worked on for years. It’s not easy. It requires sacrifice. But it will pay off.
***
Besides the four keys to success I just shared, there is one more
You can’t be the best everywhere. You can only be the best in a field where you are uniquely equipped to conquer it. So choose your race carefully. Choose only the race in which you are confident that you can go past the Dip. It’s better to stop before you start because it saves you a lot of time.
4. Stop unproductive effort
If you want to be the best in the world, you can’t do too many things at once. That will only consume your resources and slow you down. The fact is it’s difficult to go through the Dip. If it’s not difficult, many people that you need to abandon a project you’ve worked on for years. It’s not easy. It requires sacrifice. But it will pay off.
***
Besides the four keys to success I just shared, there is one more
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Cassatt The Cup of Tea
Cassatt The Cup of TeaReni St CeciliaReni Bacchus And AriadneReni The Rape of Dejanira
You don't," said Ford patiently, "actually need him here." Mr Prosser thought about this. "Well no, not as such...", he said, "not exactly need ..." Prosser was worried. He thought that one of them wasn't making a lot of sense. Ford said, "So if you would just like to take it as read that he's actually here, then he and I could slip off down to the pub for half top of his head. He could only assume that he had just won. "So," continued Ford Prefect, "if you would just like to come over here and lie down ..." "What?" said Mr Prosser. "Ah, I'm sorry," said Ford, "perhaps I hadn't made myself fully clear. Somebody's got to lie in front of the bulldozers haven't they? Or there won't be anything to stop them driving into Mr Dent's house will there?" "What?" said Mr Prosser again. "It's very simple," said Ford, "my client, Mr Dent, says that he will stop lying here in the mud on an hour. How does that sound?" Mr Prosser thought it sounded perfectly potty. "That sounds perfectly reasonable," he said in a reassuring tone of voice, wondering who he was trying to reassure. "And if you want to pop off for a quick one yourself later on," said Ford, "we can always cover up for you in return." "Thank you very much," said Mr Prosser who no longer knew how to play this at all, "thank you very much, yes, that's very kind ..." He frowned, then smiled, then tried to do both at once, failed, grasped hold of his fur hat and rolled it fitfully round the
You don't," said Ford patiently, "actually need him here." Mr Prosser thought about this. "Well no, not as such...", he said, "not exactly need ..." Prosser was worried. He thought that one of them wasn't making a lot of sense. Ford said, "So if you would just like to take it as read that he's actually here, then he and I could slip off down to the pub for half top of his head. He could only assume that he had just won. "So," continued Ford Prefect, "if you would just like to come over here and lie down ..." "What?" said Mr Prosser. "Ah, I'm sorry," said Ford, "perhaps I hadn't made myself fully clear. Somebody's got to lie in front of the bulldozers haven't they? Or there won't be anything to stop them driving into Mr Dent's house will there?" "What?" said Mr Prosser again. "It's very simple," said Ford, "my client, Mr Dent, says that he will stop lying here in the mud on an hour. How does that sound?" Mr Prosser thought it sounded perfectly potty. "That sounds perfectly reasonable," he said in a reassuring tone of voice, wondering who he was trying to reassure. "And if you want to pop off for a quick one yourself later on," said Ford, "we can always cover up for you in return." "Thank you very much," said Mr Prosser who no longer knew how to play this at all, "thank you very much, yes, that's very kind ..." He frowned, then smiled, then tried to do both at once, failed, grasped hold of his fur hat and rolled it fitfully round the
Monday, December 22, 2008
Gockel Shades of Love - Orange
Gockel Shades of Love - OrangeGockel Shades of Love - LavenderGockel Shades of Love - ChocolateGockel Shades of Love - Cherry
burner, the basket for pilot and passengers—which he sometimes took up alone, the sole balloonist on a sweet spring morning or on a golden summer evening. He also joined rallies of celestial navigators, when twenty or thirty or more . Furthermore, it must be able to descend as smoothly as a dove glides from cloud to bower, if more slowly than a dove, and must also be able to hover like a hummingbird.Trotter enjoyed the astonishment and excitement with which fellow sky sailors regarded his custom-made craft on those occasions when he left his hot-air brought the little blimp instead. Not garrulous by nature, lacking many social graces, Trotter nonetheless could bright balloons launched in rough synchronization and drifted in a school through the heavens.A hot-air balloon was all but entirely at the mercy of the wind. The pilot could neither plan a pinpoint destination nor provide an estimated time of arrival to the minute or even to the quarter hour.The assault on Palazzo Rospo required a highly maneuverable craft that could travel at cross purposes to at least a light wind. As well, it must be able to ascend without the ungodly roar of a propane burner, which always set dogs barking within a quarter-mile radius
burner, the basket for pilot and passengers—which he sometimes took up alone, the sole balloonist on a sweet spring morning or on a golden summer evening. He also joined rallies of celestial navigators, when twenty or thirty or more . Furthermore, it must be able to descend as smoothly as a dove glides from cloud to bower, if more slowly than a dove, and must also be able to hover like a hummingbird.Trotter enjoyed the astonishment and excitement with which fellow sky sailors regarded his custom-made craft on those occasions when he left his hot-air brought the little blimp instead. Not garrulous by nature, lacking many social graces, Trotter nonetheless could bright balloons launched in rough synchronization and drifted in a school through the heavens.A hot-air balloon was all but entirely at the mercy of the wind. The pilot could neither plan a pinpoint destination nor provide an estimated time of arrival to the minute or even to the quarter hour.The assault on Palazzo Rospo required a highly maneuverable craft that could travel at cross purposes to at least a light wind. As well, it must be able to ascend without the ungodly roar of a propane burner, which always set dogs barking within a quarter-mile radius
Friday, December 19, 2008
Rembrandt Bathsheba at Her Bath painting
Rembrandt Bathsheba at Her Bath paintingLord Frederick Leighton Wedded paintingLord Frederick Leighton The Last Watch of Hero painting
the one directly in front of the keyboard.Corky took off his leather jacket, hung it on the back of the second chair, and sat down.Eyeing the bolstered as easily as bees to a flower; therefore, this admission that the Manheim job had taxed his talents must mean that it had been a formidable task, indeed.“At precisely eight-thirty this evening,” Mick continued, “the telephone will shut down all twenty-four of the lines serving the Manheim estate.”“Won’t that alert Paladin Patrol, the off-site security company? One Glock, Mick said, “Is that the rod you’ll use to waste Trotter?”“Yeah.”“Can I have it after?”“The gun?”“I’ll be discreet,” Mick promised. “I’ll never use it. And I’ll drill out the barrel so it can’t be matched to any of the rounds you kill him with. I don’t want it for a gun, see, it’ll just be like a sacred object to [440] me. Part of my private memorial wall to Janelle, on the shelves where I keep all her films.”“All right,” Corky said, “It’s yours when I’ve done him.”“You’re a champ, Cork.” of the Virtual Universe, all came
the one directly in front of the keyboard.Corky took off his leather jacket, hung it on the back of the second chair, and sat down.Eyeing the bolstered as easily as bees to a flower; therefore, this admission that the Manheim job had taxed his talents must mean that it had been a formidable task, indeed.“At precisely eight-thirty this evening,” Mick continued, “the telephone will shut down all twenty-four of the lines serving the Manheim estate.”“Won’t that alert Paladin Patrol, the off-site security company? One Glock, Mick said, “Is that the rod you’ll use to waste Trotter?”“Yeah.”“Can I have it after?”“The gun?”“I’ll be discreet,” Mick promised. “I’ll never use it. And I’ll drill out the barrel so it can’t be matched to any of the rounds you kill him with. I don’t want it for a gun, see, it’ll just be like a sacred object to [440] me. Part of my private memorial wall to Janelle, on the shelves where I keep all her films.”“All right,” Corky said, “It’s yours when I’ve done him.”“You’re a champ, Cork.” of the Virtual Universe, all came
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Vincent van Gogh The Night Cafe painting
Vincent van Gogh The Night Cafe paintingVincent van Gogh Cafe Terrace at Night paintingVincent van Gogh The Bedroom painting
I went back into one.”“How can you come out of a mirror?”“For the answer, look around you, son.”Fric surveyed the library.“What do you see?” asked , by wish and hope and simple expectation. I’ve given up my car.”Amazed, Fric clenched the phone so hard that his hand ached, as if he might squeeze a few more revealing words from the mirror man.Mysterious Caller.“Books.”“Oh? You have a lot of books there in the kitchen?”“I’m in the library.”“Ah, truth. There’s hope that you’ll avoid at least some misery, after all. What else do you see besides books?”“A . Chairs. A sofa.”[306] “Keep looking.”“A Christmas tree.”“There you go.”“There I go where?” asked Fric.“What dingles and what dangles?”“Huh?”“And is spelled almost like angles.”“Angels,” Fric said, surveying the radiant white flock that gathered with trumpets and harps upon the tree.“I travel by mirrors, by mist, by smoke, by doorways in water, by stairways made of shadows, on roads of moonlight
I went back into one.”“How can you come out of a mirror?”“For the answer, look around you, son.”Fric surveyed the library.“What do you see?” asked , by wish and hope and simple expectation. I’ve given up my car.”Amazed, Fric clenched the phone so hard that his hand ached, as if he might squeeze a few more revealing words from the mirror man.Mysterious Caller.“Books.”“Oh? You have a lot of books there in the kitchen?”“I’m in the library.”“Ah, truth. There’s hope that you’ll avoid at least some misery, after all. What else do you see besides books?”“A . Chairs. A sofa.”[306] “Keep looking.”“A Christmas tree.”“There you go.”“There I go where?” asked Fric.“What dingles and what dangles?”“Huh?”“And is spelled almost like angles.”“Angels,” Fric said, surveying the radiant white flock that gathered with trumpets and harps upon the tree.“I travel by mirrors, by mist, by smoke, by doorways in water, by stairways made of shadows, on roads of moonlight
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)