Salvador Dali Morphological EchoSalvador Dali Dali at the Age of SixJoseph Mallord William Turner Frosty MorningJoseph Mallord William Turner Whitby
One important element in keeping up with a conversation is knowing what or whom speakers are actually referring to. For example, when we hear the statement, "David praised Linda because. . .," we expect to find out more about Linda, not not expecting it. This suggests that the brain will sometimes ignore the rules of grammar when trying to comprehend sentences.
These findings reveal that, as we make sense of an unfolding sentence, our brains very rapidly draw upon a wide range of information, including what was stated previously and who the speaker is, in helping us understand what is being said to us. Sentence understanding is not just about diligently combining David. Van Berkum and colleagues showed that when listeners heard "David praised Linda because he. . .," there was a very strong ERP effect occurring with the word "he," of the type that is also elicited by grammatical errors. Although the pronoun is grammatically correct in this statement, the ERP occurred because the brain was just
Thursday, 26 February 2009
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
Martin Johnson Heade Orchids and Hummingbird
Martin Johnson Heade Orchids and HummingbirdClaude Monet Monet Spring FlowersClaude Monet The Red Boats ArgenteuilClaude Monet Poplars on the Epte
did say they used to live in these parts." The dryad stood up and stretched out her hand. "Come. I am Druellae. Come with me and watch your friend's fate. It should be interesting."
"I’m not sure that-" began Rincewind.
The dryad turned her green eyes on him.
"Do you believe you have a choice?" she asked.
A staircase broad as a major highway wound up through the tree, with vast rooms leading off at every landing. The sourceless yellow light was everywhere. There was also a sound like - Rincewind concentrated, trying to identify it- "Um," said Rincewind.
Druellae laughed.
"I can see into your mind, false wizard! Am I not a dryad? Do you not know that, what you belittle by the name tree is but the mere four-dimensional analogue of a whole mlike far off thunder, or a distant waterfall."It's the tree," said the dryad shortly."What's it doing?" said Rincewind."Living.""I wondered about that. I mean, are we really in a tree? Have I been reduced in size? From outside it looked narrow enough for me to put my arms around.""It is.""Um, but here I am inside it?""You are."ultidimensional universe which - no, I can see you do not. I should have realised that you weren't
did say they used to live in these parts." The dryad stood up and stretched out her hand. "Come. I am Druellae. Come with me and watch your friend's fate. It should be interesting."
"I’m not sure that-" began Rincewind.
The dryad turned her green eyes on him.
"Do you believe you have a choice?" she asked.
A staircase broad as a major highway wound up through the tree, with vast rooms leading off at every landing. The sourceless yellow light was everywhere. There was also a sound like - Rincewind concentrated, trying to identify it- "Um," said Rincewind.
Druellae laughed.
"I can see into your mind, false wizard! Am I not a dryad? Do you not know that, what you belittle by the name tree is but the mere four-dimensional analogue of a whole mlike far off thunder, or a distant waterfall."It's the tree," said the dryad shortly."What's it doing?" said Rincewind."Living.""I wondered about that. I mean, are we really in a tree? Have I been reduced in size? From outside it looked narrow enough for me to put my arms around.""It is.""Um, but here I am inside it?""You are."ultidimensional universe which - no, I can see you do not. I should have realised that you weren't
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Edward Hopper The Lighthouse at Two Lights
Edward Hopper The Lighthouse at Two LightsEdward Hopper Tables for LadiesEdward Hopper Sunlight in a CafeteriaEdward Hopper Summer Interior
you is that where there are priests, there is fear of Dust. Mrs. Coulter is not a priest, of course, but she is a powerful agent of the Magisterium, and it was she who set up the Oblation Board and persuaded the Church to pay for Bolvangarof it. So Dust may be strange, and we wonder at it, but we don't fret and tear things apart to examine it. Leave that to the Church."
"The Church?" might be that was moving the needle of the alethiometer, and they had thought of the photomill on the high altar at Gabriel college, and how elementary particles pushed the little vanes around. The Intercessor there was clear about the link between elementary particles and religion. "Could be," she said, nodding. "Most Church things, they keep secret, because of her interest in Dust. We can't understand her feelings about it. But there are many things we have never understood. We see the Tartars making holes in their skulls, and we can only wonder at the strangeness said Lyra. Something had come back to her: she remembered talking with Pantalaimon, in the fens, about what it
you is that where there are priests, there is fear of Dust. Mrs. Coulter is not a priest, of course, but she is a powerful agent of the Magisterium, and it was she who set up the Oblation Board and persuaded the Church to pay for Bolvangarof it. So Dust may be strange, and we wonder at it, but we don't fret and tear things apart to examine it. Leave that to the Church."
"The Church?" might be that was moving the needle of the alethiometer, and they had thought of the photomill on the high altar at Gabriel college, and how elementary particles pushed the little vanes around. The Intercessor there was clear about the link between elementary particles and religion. "Could be," she said, nodding. "Most Church things, they keep secret, because of her interest in Dust. We can't understand her feelings about it. But there are many things we have never understood. We see the Tartars making holes in their skulls, and we can only wonder at the strangeness said Lyra. Something had come back to her: she remembered talking with Pantalaimon, in the fens, about what it
Monday, 23 February 2009
Pablo Picasso Girl Before a Mirror
Pablo Picasso Girl Before a MirrorYvonne Jeanette Karlsen NudeTamara de Lempicka DormeuseTamara de Lempicka Andromeda
swarmed upward at her, up her breast and throat toward her face.
Lyra didn't hesitate. Pantalaimon sprang for the door and she was after him at once, and she tore it open and raced away faster than she had ever run in her
"Fire , and Pantalaimon flashed a thought into her mind, and she darted in. A moment later she had turned on all the gas taps and flung a match at the nearest burner. Then she dragged a bag of flour from a shelf and hurled it at the edge of a table so it burst and filled the air with white, because she had heard that flour will explode if it's treated like that near a flame.
Then she ran out and on as fast as she could toward her own dormitory. The alarm!" Pantalaimon shrieked, as he flew ahead of her.She saw a button on the next corner, and smashed the glass with her desperate fist. She ran on, heading toward the dormitories, smashed another alarm and another, and then people began to come out into the corridor, looking up and down for the fire.By this time she was near the kitchen
swarmed upward at her, up her breast and throat toward her face.
Lyra didn't hesitate. Pantalaimon sprang for the door and she was after him at once, and she tore it open and raced away faster than she had ever run in her
"Fire , and Pantalaimon flashed a thought into her mind, and she darted in. A moment later she had turned on all the gas taps and flung a match at the nearest burner. Then she dragged a bag of flour from a shelf and hurled it at the edge of a table so it burst and filled the air with white, because she had heard that flour will explode if it's treated like that near a flame.
Then she ran out and on as fast as she could toward her own dormitory. The alarm!" Pantalaimon shrieked, as he flew ahead of her.She saw a button on the next corner, and smashed the glass with her desperate fist. She ran on, heading toward the dormitories, smashed another alarm and another, and then people began to come out into the corridor, looking up and down for the fire.By this time she was near the kitchen
Sunday, 22 February 2009
Leonardo da Vinci Madonna Litta
Leonardo da Vinci Madonna LittaLeonardo da Vinci Female HeadLeonardo da Vinci AnnunciationThomas Kinkade Seaside Village
looked at her, and particularly at Pantalaimon.
The Samoyed spoke again, and the man from Bolvangar said to Lyra, "You speak English?"
"Yes," she said.
"Does yourand then stowed it carefully, each man taking half. Without a backward glance they got in the sledge, and the driver cracked the whip and shouted to the dogs; and they sped away across the wide white arena and into the avenue of lights, gathering speed until they vanished into the dark beyond.
The man was opening the door again. daemon always take that form?"Of all the unexpected questions! Lyra could only gape. But Pantalaimon answereda falcon, and launching himself from her shoulder at the man's daemon, a large marmot, which struck up at Pantalaimon with a swift movement and spat as he circled past on swift wings."I see," said the man in a tone of satisfaction, as Pantalaimon returned to Lyra's shoulder.The Samoyed men were looking expectant, and the man from Bolvangar nodded and took off a mitten to reach into a pocket. He took out a drawstring purse and counted out a dozen heavy coins into the hunter's hand.The two men checked the money,
looked at her, and particularly at Pantalaimon.
The Samoyed spoke again, and the man from Bolvangar said to Lyra, "You speak English?"
"Yes," she said.
"Does yourand then stowed it carefully, each man taking half. Without a backward glance they got in the sledge, and the driver cracked the whip and shouted to the dogs; and they sped away across the wide white arena and into the avenue of lights, gathering speed until they vanished into the dark beyond.
The man was opening the door again. daemon always take that form?"Of all the unexpected questions! Lyra could only gape. But Pantalaimon answereda falcon, and launching himself from her shoulder at the man's daemon, a large marmot, which struck up at Pantalaimon with a swift movement and spat as he circled past on swift wings."I see," said the man in a tone of satisfaction, as Pantalaimon returned to Lyra's shoulder.The Samoyed men were looking expectant, and the man from Bolvangar nodded and took off a mitten to reach into a pocket. He took out a drawstring purse and counted out a dozen heavy coins into the hunter's hand.The two men checked the money,
Friday, 20 February 2009
Julien Dupre Returning From the Fields
Julien Dupre Returning From the FieldsCamille Pissarro The Hermitage at PontoiseMary Cassatt Children on the Shore
and took the half-boy's hand to guide him to the bear. He came helplessly, showing no surprise and no fear at the great white beast standing so close, and when Lyra helped him to sit on lorek's back, all he said was:
"I dunno .
They rose through the village and up toward the ridge, and the villagers' faces were open with horror and a kind of fearful relief at seeing that hideously mutilated creature taken away by a girl and a great white bear.
In Lyra's heart, revulsion struggled with compassion, and compassion wonwhere my Ratter is.""No, nor do we, Tony," she said. "But we'll...we'll punish the Gobblers. We'll do that, I promise. lorek, is it all right if I sit up there too?""My armor weighs far more than children," he said.So she scrambled up behind Tony and made him cling to the long stiff fur, and Pantalaimon sat inside her hood, warm and close and full of pity. Lyra knew that Pantalaimon's impulse was to reach out and cuddle the little half-child, to lick him and gentle him and warm him as his own daemon would have done; but the great taboo prevented that, of course
and took the half-boy's hand to guide him to the bear. He came helplessly, showing no surprise and no fear at the great white beast standing so close, and when Lyra helped him to sit on lorek's back, all he said was:
"I dunno .
They rose through the village and up toward the ridge, and the villagers' faces were open with horror and a kind of fearful relief at seeing that hideously mutilated creature taken away by a girl and a great white bear.
In Lyra's heart, revulsion struggled with compassion, and compassion wonwhere my Ratter is.""No, nor do we, Tony," she said. "But we'll...we'll punish the Gobblers. We'll do that, I promise. lorek, is it all right if I sit up there too?""My armor weighs far more than children," he said.So she scrambled up behind Tony and made him cling to the long stiff fur, and Pantalaimon sat inside her hood, warm and close and full of pity. Lyra knew that Pantalaimon's impulse was to reach out and cuddle the little half-child, to lick him and gentle him and warm him as his own daemon would have done; but the great taboo prevented that, of course
Thursday, 19 February 2009
Albert Bierstadt the oregon trail
Albert Bierstadt the oregon trailSir Lawrence Alma-Tadema Caracalla and GetaFranz Marc The Monkey
baby born in San Francisco has six perfectly formed and functional fingers and toes on his hands and feet, say doctors at Saint Luke's Hospital.
Kamani Hubbard's extra digits look so normal they weren't noticed at first, said his mother, Miryoki Gross, of Daly and beautiful variation rather than a worrisome thing," said Treece. "Imagine what sort of a pianist a 12-fingered person would be" or flamenco guitarist or typist, he said.
"I just want him to see what greatness will be in store for him," said Kris Hubbard, noting famous polydactyly people include former Florida Marlins' pitcher Antonio Alfonseca and the late blues guitarist Hound Dog Taylor. City.Extra digits run in the father's side of the family, said dad Kris Hubbard, but none have been so perfectly developed.Kris Hubbard himself had nubs of sixth fingers removed as a child because they were non-functioning, reported KTVU-TV, San Francisco. That won't be the case with his son, born three weeks ago, because Kamani's fingers and toes function perfectly, said Dr. Michael Treece."It's merely an interesting
baby born in San Francisco has six perfectly formed and functional fingers and toes on his hands and feet, say doctors at Saint Luke's Hospital.
Kamani Hubbard's extra digits look so normal they weren't noticed at first, said his mother, Miryoki Gross, of Daly and beautiful variation rather than a worrisome thing," said Treece. "Imagine what sort of a pianist a 12-fingered person would be" or flamenco guitarist or typist, he said.
"I just want him to see what greatness will be in store for him," said Kris Hubbard, noting famous polydactyly people include former Florida Marlins' pitcher Antonio Alfonseca and the late blues guitarist Hound Dog Taylor. City.Extra digits run in the father's side of the family, said dad Kris Hubbard, but none have been so perfectly developed.Kris Hubbard himself had nubs of sixth fingers removed as a child because they were non-functioning, reported KTVU-TV, San Francisco. That won't be the case with his son, born three weeks ago, because Kamani's fingers and toes function perfectly, said Dr. Michael Treece."It's merely an interesting
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
Cao Yong Day of Love
Cao Yong Day of LoveCao Yong cao yong Red UmbrellaDiego Rivera View of Toledo
sparked under their anbaric wires. There were rules for crossing London streets, but she took no notice, and when anyone shouted, she fled.
It was a fine thing to be free again. She knew that Pantalaimon, padding on wildcat paws beside her, felt the same joy talking to the two or three customers.
It was tempting. Lyra had been walking for an hour now, and it was cold and damp. With Pantalaimon a sparrow, she went up to the counter and reached up to gain the owner's attention.
"Cup of C and a ham sandwich, please," she said.
"You're out late, my dear," said a gentleman in a top hat and white as she did to be in the open air, even if it was murky London air laden with fumes and soot and clangorous with noise. Sometime soon they'd have to think over the meaning of what they'd heard in Mrs. Coulter's flat, but not yet. And sometime eventually they'd have to find a place to sleep.At a crossroads near the corner of a big department store whose windows shone brilliantly over the wet pavement, there was a coffee stall: a little hut on wheels with a counter under the wooden flap that swung up like an awning. Yellow light glowed inside, and the fragrance drifted out. The white-coated owner was leaning on the counter
sparked under their anbaric wires. There were rules for crossing London streets, but she took no notice, and when anyone shouted, she fled.
It was a fine thing to be free again. She knew that Pantalaimon, padding on wildcat paws beside her, felt the same joy talking to the two or three customers.
It was tempting. Lyra had been walking for an hour now, and it was cold and damp. With Pantalaimon a sparrow, she went up to the counter and reached up to gain the owner's attention.
"Cup of C and a ham sandwich, please," she said.
"You're out late, my dear," said a gentleman in a top hat and white as she did to be in the open air, even if it was murky London air laden with fumes and soot and clangorous with noise. Sometime soon they'd have to think over the meaning of what they'd heard in Mrs. Coulter's flat, but not yet. And sometime eventually they'd have to find a place to sleep.At a crossroads near the corner of a big department store whose windows shone brilliantly over the wet pavement, there was a coffee stall: a little hut on wheels with a counter under the wooden flap that swung up like an awning. Yellow light glowed inside, and the fragrance drifted out. The white-coated owner was leaning on the counter
Monday, 16 February 2009
Paul Cezanne Still Life with Onions
Paul Cezanne Still Life with OnionsPaul Cezanne Still Life with KettlePaul Cezanne Still Life with Fruit
cozy with little cupboards and a dressing table and a chest of drawers where her new clothes would go, and a carpet from one wall to the other, and pretty curtains covered in stars and moons and planets! Lyra lay stiffly, too tired to sleep, too enchanted to question anything.
When There was no point in asking what that meant. It lay heavily in her hands, the crystal face gleaming, the golden body exquisitely machined. It was very like a clock, or a compass, for there were hands pointing to places around the dial, but instead of the hours or the points Mrs. Coulter had wished her a soft goodnight and gone out, Pantalaimon plucked at her hair. She brushed him away, but he whispered, "Where's the thing?"She knew at once what he meant. Her old shabby overcoat hung in the wardrobe; a few seconds later, she was back in bed, sitting up cross-legged in the lamplight, with Pantalaimon watching closely as she unfolded the black velvet and looked at what it was the Master had given her."What did he call it?" she whispered."An alethiometer."
cozy with little cupboards and a dressing table and a chest of drawers where her new clothes would go, and a carpet from one wall to the other, and pretty curtains covered in stars and moons and planets! Lyra lay stiffly, too tired to sleep, too enchanted to question anything.
When There was no point in asking what that meant. It lay heavily in her hands, the crystal face gleaming, the golden body exquisitely machined. It was very like a clock, or a compass, for there were hands pointing to places around the dial, but instead of the hours or the points Mrs. Coulter had wished her a soft goodnight and gone out, Pantalaimon plucked at her hair. She brushed him away, but he whispered, "Where's the thing?"She knew at once what he meant. Her old shabby overcoat hung in the wardrobe; a few seconds later, she was back in bed, sitting up cross-legged in the lamplight, with Pantalaimon watching closely as she unfolded the black velvet and looked at what it was the Master had given her."What did he call it?" she whispered."An alethiometer."
Sunday, 15 February 2009
Claude Monet The women in the Garden
Claude Monet The women in the GardenClaude Monet The PicnicClaude Monet La Grenouillere
them to fine me a dozen bottles for coming in here dressed improperly. I should sleep for three days. The fact remains that-"
There was a "Yes, here, man. And I shall need a screen and a projecting lantern, also here, also now."
The Butler could hardly prevent himself from opening his mouth in surprise, but managed to suppress the question, or the protest.
"Wren, you're forgetting your place," said Lord Asriel. "Don't question me; just do as I tell you."knock, and the Butler came in with a silver tray bearing a and a cup. "Thank you, Wren," said Lord Asriel. "Is that the Tokay I can see on the table?""The Master ordered it decanted especially for you, my I lord," said the Butler. "There are only three dozen bottles left I of the'98.""All good things pass away. Leave the tray here beside me. Oh, ask the Porter to send up the two cases I left in the Lodge, would you?""Here, my lord?"
them to fine me a dozen bottles for coming in here dressed improperly. I should sleep for three days. The fact remains that-"
There was a "Yes, here, man. And I shall need a screen and a projecting lantern, also here, also now."
The Butler could hardly prevent himself from opening his mouth in surprise, but managed to suppress the question, or the protest.
"Wren, you're forgetting your place," said Lord Asriel. "Don't question me; just do as I tell you."knock, and the Butler came in with a silver tray bearing a and a cup. "Thank you, Wren," said Lord Asriel. "Is that the Tokay I can see on the table?""The Master ordered it decanted especially for you, my I lord," said the Butler. "There are only three dozen bottles left I of the'98.""All good things pass away. Leave the tray here beside me. Oh, ask the Porter to send up the two cases I left in the Lodge, would you?""Here, my lord?"
Friday, 13 February 2009
Frederic Edwin Church Rainy Season in the Tropics
Frederic Edwin Church Rainy Season in the TropicsWilliam Merritt Chase Idle HoursWilliam Merritt Chase Reflections
Too late. You haven't any choice: you're the bearer. It's picked you out. And, what's more, they know you've got it; and if you don't use it against them, they'll tear it from your hands and use it against the rest of us, forever he let Will bow his head before he spoke again.
"There are two great powers," the man said, "and they've been fighting since time began. Every advance in humanscrap of knowledge and wisdom and decency we have has been torn by one side from the teeth of the other. Every little increase in human freedom has been fought over ferociously between those who want us to know more and and ever.""But why should I fight them? I've been fighting too much; I can't go on fighting. I want to—""Have you won your fights?"Will was silent. Then he said, "Yes, I suppose.""You fought for the knife?""Yes, but—""Then you're a warrior. That's what you are. Argue with anything else, but don't argue with your own nature."Will knew that the man was speaking the truth. But it wasn't a welcome truth. It was heavy and painful. The man seemed to know that, because
Too late. You haven't any choice: you're the bearer. It's picked you out. And, what's more, they know you've got it; and if you don't use it against them, they'll tear it from your hands and use it against the rest of us, forever he let Will bow his head before he spoke again.
"There are two great powers," the man said, "and they've been fighting since time began. Every advance in humanscrap of knowledge and wisdom and decency we have has been torn by one side from the teeth of the other. Every little increase in human freedom has been fought over ferociously between those who want us to know more and and ever.""But why should I fight them? I've been fighting too much; I can't go on fighting. I want to—""Have you won your fights?"Will was silent. Then he said, "Yes, I suppose.""You fought for the knife?""Yes, but—""Then you're a warrior. That's what you are. Argue with anything else, but don't argue with your own nature."Will knew that the man was speaking the truth. But it wasn't a welcome truth. It was heavy and painful. The man seemed to know that, because
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Juan Gris Man in the Cafe
Juan Gris Man in the CafeJuan Gris Landscape with Houses at CeretGeorge Bellows Club Night
last of the children left the temple, and the only sound was the rush of air in the branches of the circling witches above.
Will looked up in wonder, too amazed to speak, but Lyra was leaping and calling with delight, "Serafina Pekkala! How did you find. We can't risk any more. Can you get down from this building?"
"If we jump off the roof like they done. But how did you find us? And where—"
"Enough now. There's more trouble coming, and bigger. Get down as best you can and then ma us? Thank you, thank you! They was going to kill us! Come down and land."But Serafina and the others shook their heads and flew up again, to circle high above. The snow goose daemon wheeled and flew down toward the roof, beating his great wings inward to help him slow down, and landed with a clatter on the pantiles below the sill."Greetings, Lyra," he said. "Serafina Pekkala can't come to the ground, nor can the others. The place is full of Specters—a hundred or more surrounding the building, and more drifting up over the grass. Can't you see them?""No! We can't see 'em at all!""Already we've lost one witchke for the trees."
last of the children left the temple, and the only sound was the rush of air in the branches of the circling witches above.
Will looked up in wonder, too amazed to speak, but Lyra was leaping and calling with delight, "Serafina Pekkala! How did you find. We can't risk any more. Can you get down from this building?"
"If we jump off the roof like they done. But how did you find us? And where—"
"Enough now. There's more trouble coming, and bigger. Get down as best you can and then ma us? Thank you, thank you! They was going to kill us! Come down and land."But Serafina and the others shook their heads and flew up again, to circle high above. The snow goose daemon wheeled and flew down toward the roof, beating his great wings inward to help him slow down, and landed with a clatter on the pantiles below the sill."Greetings, Lyra," he said. "Serafina Pekkala can't come to the ground, nor can the others. The place is full of Specters—a hundred or more surrounding the building, and more drifting up over the grass. Can't you see them?""No! We can't see 'em at all!""Already we've lost one witchke for the trees."
Claude Monet Argenteuil
Claude Monet ArgenteuilGustav Klimt Danae (detail)Salvador Dali Les Elephants
They started by looking at short-term memories. When caged mice are given a small electric shock, they normally freeze in fear when returned to the cage. However, then injecting them with a drug to inhibit a day after the shock, methyl groups were being removed from a gene called calcineurin and added to another gene. Because the exact pattern of methylation eventually stabilised and then stayed constant for seven days, when the experiment ended, the researchers say the methyl changes may be anchoring the memory of the shock into long-term memory, not just contrmethylation seemed to erase any memory of the shock. The researchers also showed that in untreated mice, gene methylation changed rapidly in the hippocampus region of the brain for an hour following the shock. But a day later, it had returned to normal, suggesting that methylation was involved in creating short-term memories in the hippocampus (Neuron, DOI: 10.1016/j.neuron.2007.02.022).To see whether methylation plays a part in the formation of long-term memories, Miller and Sweatt repeated the experiment, this time looking at the uppermost layers of the brain, called the cortex.They found that olling a process involved in memory formation.
They started by looking at short-term memories. When caged mice are given a small electric shock, they normally freeze in fear when returned to the cage. However, then injecting them with a drug to inhibit a day after the shock, methyl groups were being removed from a gene called calcineurin and added to another gene. Because the exact pattern of methylation eventually stabilised and then stayed constant for seven days, when the experiment ended, the researchers say the methyl changes may be anchoring the memory of the shock into long-term memory, not just contrmethylation seemed to erase any memory of the shock. The researchers also showed that in untreated mice, gene methylation changed rapidly in the hippocampus region of the brain for an hour following the shock. But a day later, it had returned to normal, suggesting that methylation was involved in creating short-term memories in the hippocampus (Neuron, DOI: 10.1016/j.neuron.2007.02.022).To see whether methylation plays a part in the formation of long-term memories, Miller and Sweatt repeated the experiment, this time looking at the uppermost layers of the brain, called the cortex.They found that olling a process involved in memory formation.
Friday, 6 February 2009
Sandro Botticelli Pallas and the Centaur
Sandro Botticelli Pallas and the CentaurSandro Botticelli Madonna in Glory with SeraphimJean Beraud La Rue de la Paix 1907
arms and tried to pull him away from whatever was troubling him.
And Lyra realized with a jolt of sickness what was happening: the man was being attacked by Specters. Angelica knew itran, leaving their stricken brother; and Lyra, frightened and guilty, withdrew inside the room again and shut the window. The others hadn't heard. Giacomo Paradisi was dabbing more ointment on the wounds, and Lyra tried to put what she'd seen out of her mind, and focused on Will., though she couldn't see them, of course, and little Paolo was crying and striking at the empty air to try and drive them off; but it didn't help, and Tullio was lost. His movements became more and more lethargic, and presently they stopped altogether. Angelica clung to him, shaking and shaking his arm, but nothing woke him; and Paolo was crying his brother's name over and over as if that would bring him back.Then Angelica seemed to feel Lyra watching her, and she looked up. For a moment their eyes met. Lyra felt a jolt as if the girl had struck her a physical blow, because the hatred in her eyes was so intense, and then Paolo saw her looking and looked up too, and his little boy's voice cried, "We'll kill you! You done this to Tullio! We gonna kill you, all right!"The two children turned and
arms and tried to pull him away from whatever was troubling him.
And Lyra realized with a jolt of sickness what was happening: the man was being attacked by Specters. Angelica knew itran, leaving their stricken brother; and Lyra, frightened and guilty, withdrew inside the room again and shut the window. The others hadn't heard. Giacomo Paradisi was dabbing more ointment on the wounds, and Lyra tried to put what she'd seen out of her mind, and focused on Will., though she couldn't see them, of course, and little Paolo was crying and striking at the empty air to try and drive them off; but it didn't help, and Tullio was lost. His movements became more and more lethargic, and presently they stopped altogether. Angelica clung to him, shaking and shaking his arm, but nothing woke him; and Paolo was crying his brother's name over and over as if that would bring him back.Then Angelica seemed to feel Lyra watching her, and she looked up. For a moment their eyes met. Lyra felt a jolt as if the girl had struck her a physical blow, because the hatred in her eyes was so intense, and then Paolo saw her looking and looked up too, and his little boy's voice cried, "We'll kill you! You done this to Tullio! We gonna kill you, all right!"The two children turned and
Wednesday, 4 February 2009
Leroy Neiman Churchill Downs
Leroy Neiman Churchill DownsLeroy Neiman Chicago Key Club BarLeroy Neiman Chicago Board of Trade
have wanted him to do that. He did it because it was the good thing to do. He did it to stop them from stealing the green leather case. He did it so he could find his father; and didn't he have a right to do that? All his childish came them that the museum would close in ten minutes. Will gathered himself and left. He found his way to the High Street, where the lawyer's office was, and wondered about going to see him, despite what he'd said earlier. The man had sounded friendly enough…back to him, with himself and his father rescuing each other from avalanches or fighting pirates. Well, now it was real. I'll find you, he said in his mind. Just help me and I'll find you, and we'll look after Mum, and everything'll be all right…And after all, he had somewhere to hide now, somewhere so safe no one would ever find him. And the papers from the case (which he still hadn't had time to read) were safe too, under the mattress in Cittagazze.Finally he noticed people moving more purposefully, and all in the same direction. They were leaving, because the attendant was telling
have wanted him to do that. He did it because it was the good thing to do. He did it to stop them from stealing the green leather case. He did it so he could find his father; and didn't he have a right to do that? All his childish came them that the museum would close in ten minutes. Will gathered himself and left. He found his way to the High Street, where the lawyer's office was, and wondered about going to see him, despite what he'd said earlier. The man had sounded friendly enough…back to him, with himself and his father rescuing each other from avalanches or fighting pirates. Well, now it was real. I'll find you, he said in his mind. Just help me and I'll find you, and we'll look after Mum, and everything'll be all right…And after all, he had somewhere to hide now, somewhere so safe no one would ever find him. And the papers from the case (which he still hadn't had time to read) were safe too, under the mattress in Cittagazze.Finally he noticed people moving more purposefully, and all in the same direction. They were leaving, because the attendant was telling
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Jack Vettriano The Letter
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eyes alone. He stood still, breathing deeply, almost afraid.
He discovered that he was still holding the bottle he'd taken from the café. He drank from it, and it tasted like what it was, ice-cold lemonade; and welcome, too, because the night air was hot.
He wandered the garn. Will made his way there. The tide was halfway in, or halfway out, and a row of pedal boats was drawn up on the soft white sand above the high-water line. Every few seconds a tiny wave folded itself over at the sea's edge before sliding back neatly under the next. Fifty yards or so out on the calm water was a diving platform.
Will sat on the side of one of the pedal boats and kicked along to the right, past hotels with awnings over brightly lit entrances and bougainvillea flowering beside them, until he came to the on the little headland. The building in the trees with its ornate façade lit by floodlights might have been an opera house. There were paths leading here and there among the lamp-hung oleander trees, but not a sound of could be heard: no night birds singing, no insects, nothing but Will's own footsteps.The only sound he could hear came from the regular, quiet breaking of delicate waves from the beach beyond the palm trees at the edge of
eyes alone. He stood still, breathing deeply, almost afraid.
He discovered that he was still holding the bottle he'd taken from the café. He drank from it, and it tasted like what it was, ice-cold lemonade; and welcome, too, because the night air was hot.
He wandered the garn. Will made his way there. The tide was halfway in, or halfway out, and a row of pedal boats was drawn up on the soft white sand above the high-water line. Every few seconds a tiny wave folded itself over at the sea's edge before sliding back neatly under the next. Fifty yards or so out on the calm water was a diving platform.
Will sat on the side of one of the pedal boats and kicked along to the right, past hotels with awnings over brightly lit entrances and bougainvillea flowering beside them, until he came to the on the little headland. The building in the trees with its ornate façade lit by floodlights might have been an opera house. There were paths leading here and there among the lamp-hung oleander trees, but not a sound of could be heard: no night birds singing, no insects, nothing but Will's own footsteps.The only sound he could hear came from the regular, quiet breaking of delicate waves from the beach beyond the palm trees at the edge of
Pierre Auguste Renoir The Large Bathers
Pierre Auguste Renoir The Large BathersPierre Auguste Renoir The Boating Party LunchPierre Auguste Renoir Dance in the Country
Queen Elizabeth establishes the first English government lottery, which sells 400,000 tickets.
1770sThe to the existence of man." He calls them a "tax on the willing." His personal motive: He thought he'd get more money by raffling a house than by selling it outright.
Mid- to late-1800sStung by corruption scandals surrounding privately run lotteries, almost all states ban the games. In the 1890s, anti-lottery legislation shuts down the last one, the Louisiana Lottery.
1964Continental Congress approves a lottery to help fund its revolutionary army.1812Spain starts its national lottery, El Gordo. It's still running.Early 1800sLotteries are used to finance U.S. churches and colleges (including Harvard), along with other civic improvements across the nation.1826Thomas Jefferson writes his "Thoughts on Lotteries," arguing that "far from being immoral, games of chance are indispensable
Queen Elizabeth establishes the first English government lottery, which sells 400,000 tickets.
1770sThe to the existence of man." He calls them a "tax on the willing." His personal motive: He thought he'd get more money by raffling a house than by selling it outright.
Mid- to late-1800sStung by corruption scandals surrounding privately run lotteries, almost all states ban the games. In the 1890s, anti-lottery legislation shuts down the last one, the Louisiana Lottery.
1964Continental Congress approves a lottery to help fund its revolutionary army.1812Spain starts its national lottery, El Gordo. It's still running.Early 1800sLotteries are used to finance U.S. churches and colleges (including Harvard), along with other civic improvements across the nation.1826Thomas Jefferson writes his "Thoughts on Lotteries," arguing that "far from being immoral, games of chance are indispensable
Monday, 2 February 2009
Philip Craig Boboli Gardens - Florence
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tear-streaming face this way and that as if looking for an answer. Will jumped up and seized her shoulders, and felt her tense and trembling.
"Listen," he said, "Lyra, listen: what did my father say?"
"Oh," she cried, He disengaged her arms gently and made her sit down. At once Pantalaimon, frightened, flowed up onto her lap, and the cat daemon tentatively came close to Will. They hadn't touched yet, but now he put out a hand to her, and she moved her cat face against his fingers and then stepped delicately onto his lap.
"He said...” Lyra began, gulping, "he said that people could spend a little tossing her head this way and that, "he said, you know what he said, you were there, Will, you listened, too!"He there and then. She flung herself into his arms and sobbed, clinging passionately to his shoulders, pressing her nails into his hack and her face into his neck, and all he could hear was, "No, no, no...""Listen," he said again, "Lyra, let's try and remember it exactly. There might be a way through. There might be a loophole."
tear-streaming face this way and that as if looking for an answer. Will jumped up and seized her shoulders, and felt her tense and trembling.
"Listen," he said, "Lyra, listen: what did my father say?"
"Oh," she cried, He disengaged her arms gently and made her sit down. At once Pantalaimon, frightened, flowed up onto her lap, and the cat daemon tentatively came close to Will. They hadn't touched yet, but now he put out a hand to her, and she moved her cat face against his fingers and then stepped delicately onto his lap.
"He said...” Lyra began, gulping, "he said that people could spend a little tossing her head this way and that, "he said, you know what he said, you were there, Will, you listened, too!"He there and then. She flung herself into his arms and sobbed, clinging passionately to his shoulders, pressing her nails into his hack and her face into his neck, and all he could hear was, "No, no, no...""Listen," he said again, "Lyra, let's try and remember it exactly. There might be a way through. There might be a loophole."
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