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Sensations are emotionally processed in the amygdala, a specific part of the brain's limbic system. There, and in the hippocampus, decisions are made as to which information should remain in long-term memory. The more of the four subjects' brains. The scientists have already discovered a few structural peculiarities, which they plan to publish soon. About two dozen areas in the brain of their miracle woman are apparently larger than in an average person.
One day Jill Price hopes to learn more about what makes her so different powerfully the amygdala is activated, the greater the likelihood of a permanent memory. "But now here we have these four people who seem to violate this principle, because they also remember the most banal and inconsequential things," says McGaugh. He sighs. "I myself still can't remember when Bing Crosby died, even though I must've read it five times by now."McGaugh, together with colleague Larry Cahill and researchers at Harvard University, is currently evaluating nuclear magnetic resonance images
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Berthe Morisot The Harbor at Lorient
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I saw you didn't have a staff."
"Lost it in a fire," lied Rincewind automatically.
"No hat with magic sigils embroidered on it."
"It blew off."
"No familiar."
"It died. Look, thanks for rescuing me, but if you don't mind I think I ought to be going. If you could show me the way "And you're not letting me go?" It was a statement.
Druellae shook her head. "You hurt the Tree. But you are lucky. Your friend is going to meet Bel-Shamharoth. You will only die."out-"Something in her expression made him turn around. There were three he-dryads behind him. They were as naked as the woman, and unarmed. That last fact was irrelevant, however. They didn't look as though they would need weapons to fight Rincewind. They looked as though they could shoulder their way through solid rock and beat up a regiment of trolls into the bargain. The three handsome giants looked down at him with wooden menace. Their skins were the colour of walnut husks, and under it muscles bulged like sacks of melons.He turned around again and grinned weakly at to take on a familiar shape again."I'm not rescued, am I?" he said. "I'm captured, right?""Of course."
I saw you didn't have a staff."
"Lost it in a fire," lied Rincewind automatically.
"No hat with magic sigils embroidered on it."
"It blew off."
"No familiar."
"It died. Look, thanks for rescuing me, but if you don't mind I think I ought to be going. If you could show me the way "And you're not letting me go?" It was a statement.
Druellae shook her head. "You hurt the Tree. But you are lucky. Your friend is going to meet Bel-Shamharoth. You will only die."out-"Something in her expression made him turn around. There were three he-dryads behind him. They were as naked as the woman, and unarmed. That last fact was irrelevant, however. They didn't look as though they would need weapons to fight Rincewind. They looked as though they could shoulder their way through solid rock and beat up a regiment of trolls into the bargain. The three handsome giants looked down at him with wooden menace. Their skins were the colour of walnut husks, and under it muscles bulged like sacks of melons.He turned around again and grinned weakly at to take on a familiar shape again."I'm not rescued, am I?" he said. "I'm captured, right?""Of course."
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Thomas Kinkade City by the Bay
Thomas Kinkade City by the BayThomas Kinkade Blessings of ChristmasThomas Kinkade Beyond Summer GateThomas Kinkade Autumn Snow
So otherwise he'd be king," Lyra said. "And I heard something about lofur Raknison from the Palmerian Professor at Jordan, 'cause he'd been to the North and met him. He said... I wish I could remember what it was....I think he'd tricked his way on to the throne or something....But you know, lorek said to me once that bears couldn't bethey can be tricked," said Serafina Pekkala. "When bears act like bears, perhaps they can't. No bear would normally drink spirits. lorek Byrnison drank to forget the shame of exile, and it was only that which let the Trollesund people trick him."
"Ah, yes," said Lyra, nodding. She was satisfied with that idea. She admired lorek almost without limit, and she was glad to find confirmation of his nobility. "That's clever of you," she said. "I wouldn't have known that if you hadn't told me. I think you're probably cleverer than Mrs. Coulter." tricked, and showed me that I couldn't trick him. It sounds as if they was both tricked, him and the other bear. Maybe only bears can trick bears, maybe people can't. Except...The people at Trollesund, they tricked him, didn't they? When they got him drunk and stole his armor?""When bears act like people, perhaps
So otherwise he'd be king," Lyra said. "And I heard something about lofur Raknison from the Palmerian Professor at Jordan, 'cause he'd been to the North and met him. He said... I wish I could remember what it was....I think he'd tricked his way on to the throne or something....But you know, lorek said to me once that bears couldn't bethey can be tricked," said Serafina Pekkala. "When bears act like bears, perhaps they can't. No bear would normally drink spirits. lorek Byrnison drank to forget the shame of exile, and it was only that which let the Trollesund people trick him."
"Ah, yes," said Lyra, nodding. She was satisfied with that idea. She admired lorek almost without limit, and she was glad to find confirmation of his nobility. "That's clever of you," she said. "I wouldn't have known that if you hadn't told me. I think you're probably cleverer than Mrs. Coulter." tricked, and showed me that I couldn't trick him. It sounds as if they was both tricked, him and the other bear. Maybe only bears can trick bears, maybe people can't. Except...The people at Trollesund, they tricked him, didn't they? When they got him drunk and stole his armor?""When bears act like people, perhaps
Monday, February 23, 2009
Pino remember when
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Coulter, and swung them down to the floor so that she too could run when the time came.
"What's this?" saidThen in a dazzling moment the black form of the spy-fly hurtled out of the tin and crashed hard into the monkey's face.
He screamed and flung himself backward; and of course it was hurting Mrs. Coulter too, and she cried out in pain and fright with the monkey, and then the little clockwork Mrs. Coulter, as if amused. "What a funny old tin! Did you put it in here to keep it safe, dear? All this moss...You have been careful, haven't you? Another tin, inside the first one! And soldered! Who did this, dear?"She was too intent on opening it to wait for an answer. She had a knife in her handbag with a lot of different attachments, and she pulled out a blade and dug it under the lid.At once a furious buzzing filled the room.Lyra and Pantalaimon held themselves still. Mrs. Coulter, puzzled, curious, pulled at the lid, and the golden monkey bent close to look.
Coulter, and swung them down to the floor so that she too could run when the time came.
"What's this?" saidThen in a dazzling moment the black form of the spy-fly hurtled out of the tin and crashed hard into the monkey's face.
He screamed and flung himself backward; and of course it was hurting Mrs. Coulter too, and she cried out in pain and fright with the monkey, and then the little clockwork Mrs. Coulter, as if amused. "What a funny old tin! Did you put it in here to keep it safe, dear? All this moss...You have been careful, haven't you? Another tin, inside the first one! And soldered! Who did this, dear?"She was too intent on opening it to wait for an answer. She had a knife in her handbag with a lot of different attachments, and she pulled out a blade and dug it under the lid.At once a furious buzzing filled the room.Lyra and Pantalaimon held themselves still. Mrs. Coulter, puzzled, curious, pulled at the lid, and the golden monkey bent close to look.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Thomas Kinkade Bridge of Hope
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Come in quickly," he said. "It's warm and comfortable. Don't stand out in the cold. What is your name ?"
His voice was an English one, without any accent Lyra could name. He sounded like the sort of people she had met at Mrs. , Lyra found herself sweltering in what seemed unbearable heat, and had to pull open her furs and push back her hood.
They were in a space about eight feet square, with corridors to the right and left, and in front of her the sort of reception desk you might see in a hospital. Everything was brilliantly lit, with the glint of shiny white surfaces and stainless steel. There was the smell of food Coulter's: smart and educated and important."Lizzie Brooks," she said."Come in, Lizzie. We'll look after you here, don't worry."He was colder than she was, even though she'd been outside for far longer; he was impatient to be in the warm again. She decided to play slow and dim-witted and reluctant, and dragged her feet as she stepped over the high threshold into the building.There were two doors, with a wide space between them so that not too much warm air escaped. Once they were through the inner doorway
Come in quickly," he said. "It's warm and comfortable. Don't stand out in the cold. What is your name ?"
His voice was an English one, without any accent Lyra could name. He sounded like the sort of people she had met at Mrs. , Lyra found herself sweltering in what seemed unbearable heat, and had to pull open her furs and push back her hood.
They were in a space about eight feet square, with corridors to the right and left, and in front of her the sort of reception desk you might see in a hospital. Everything was brilliantly lit, with the glint of shiny white surfaces and stainless steel. There was the smell of food Coulter's: smart and educated and important."Lizzie Brooks," she said."Come in, Lizzie. We'll look after you here, don't worry."He was colder than she was, even though she'd been outside for far longer; he was impatient to be in the warm again. She decided to play slow and dim-witted and reluctant, and dragged her feet as she stepped over the high threshold into the building.There were two doors, with a wide space between them so that not too much warm air escaped. Once they were through the inner doorway
Friday, February 20, 2009
Federico Andreotti Discretion, The Better Part Of Valour
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arms around the skinny little form to hold him safe. The journey back to the main party was colder, and harder, and darker, but it seemed to pass more quickly for all that. lorek Byrnison was tireless, and Lyra's riding became automatic, so that she was never in danger of falling off. The cold body in her arms was so light that in one suddenly there they all were, Farder Coram, Lord Faa, Lee Scoresby, all lunging forward to help and then falling back silent as they saw the other figure with Lyra. She was so stiff that she couldn't even loosen her arms around his body, and John Faa himself had to pull them gently open and lift her off.
"Gracious God, what is this?" he said. "Lyra, child, what have you found?"way he was easy to manage, but he was inert; he sat stiffly without moving as the bear moved, so in another way he was difficult too.From time to time the half-boy spoke."What's that you said?" asked Lyra."I says is she gonna know where I am?""Yeah, she'll know, she'll find you and we'll find her. Hold on tight now, Tony. It en't far from here...."The bear loped onward. Lyra had no idea how tired she was until they caught up with the gyptians. The sledges had stopped to rest the dogs, and
arms around the skinny little form to hold him safe. The journey back to the main party was colder, and harder, and darker, but it seemed to pass more quickly for all that. lorek Byrnison was tireless, and Lyra's riding became automatic, so that she was never in danger of falling off. The cold body in her arms was so light that in one suddenly there they all were, Farder Coram, Lord Faa, Lee Scoresby, all lunging forward to help and then falling back silent as they saw the other figure with Lyra. She was so stiff that she couldn't even loosen her arms around his body, and John Faa himself had to pull them gently open and lift her off.
"Gracious God, what is this?" he said. "Lyra, child, what have you found?"way he was easy to manage, but he was inert; he sat stiffly without moving as the bear moved, so in another way he was difficult too.From time to time the half-boy spoke."What's that you said?" asked Lyra."I says is she gonna know where I am?""Yeah, she'll know, she'll find you and we'll find her. Hold on tight now, Tony. It en't far from here...."The bear loped onward. Lyra had no idea how tired she was until they caught up with the gyptians. The sledges had stopped to rest the dogs, and
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Franz Marc Rinder
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PUDUCHERRY: In a bizarre ritual, two minor girls, both seven, from the remote Pallipudupet village in Tamil Nadu's Villupuram district weremarried off to frogs on Friday night. The ceremony, an annual feature during the Pongal (harvest) festival, is conducted "to prevent the outbreak of mysterious diseases in the village''.the western part of the village acted as relatives of the brides and those from the eastern part play-acted as relatives of the grooms. The ceremonies had all the usual elements of a traditional marriage including a sumptuous feast.
The girls, Vigneswari and Masiakanni, dressed up in traditional bridal finery -- gilded sarees and gold jewellery -- married the frog 'princes' in separate, elaborate ceremonies at two different temples in the presence of hundreds of villagers.
Amidst chanting of vedic hymns, the temple priests garlanded the brides and tied the magalsutras on behalf of the frogs pronouncing the two as wives of the amphibians before the sacred fire at the auspicious hour.
The villagers threw themselves into the ceremonies with gusto
PUDUCHERRY: In a bizarre ritual, two minor girls, both seven, from the remote Pallipudupet village in Tamil Nadu's Villupuram district weremarried off to frogs on Friday night. The ceremony, an annual feature during the Pongal (harvest) festival, is conducted "to prevent the outbreak of mysterious diseases in the village''.the western part of the village acted as relatives of the brides and those from the eastern part play-acted as relatives of the grooms. The ceremonies had all the usual elements of a traditional marriage including a sumptuous feast.
The girls, Vigneswari and Masiakanni, dressed up in traditional bridal finery -- gilded sarees and gold jewellery -- married the frog 'princes' in separate, elaborate ceremonies at two different temples in the presence of hundreds of villagers.
Amidst chanting of vedic hymns, the temple priests garlanded the brides and tied the magalsutras on behalf of the frogs pronouncing the two as wives of the amphibians before the sacred fire at the auspicious hour.
The villagers threw themselves into the ceremonies with gusto
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Cao Yong Red Umbrella
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She walked quickly away from the river, because the embankment was wide and well lit. There was a tangle of narrow streets between there and the Royal Arctic Institute, which was the only place Lyra was sure of being able to find, laughter, two raucous voices raised in song, the clatter and whine of some badly oiled machine in a basement. Lyra walked delicately through it all, her senses magnified and mingled with Pantalaimon's, keeping to the shadows and the narrow alleys.
From time to time she had to cross a wider, well-lit streetand into that dark maze she hurried now.If only she knew London as well as she knew Oxford! Then she would have known which streets to avoid; or where she could scrounge some food; or, best of all, which doors to knock on and find shelter. In that cold night, the dark alleys all around were alive with movement and secret and she knew none of it.Pantalaimon became a wildcat and scanned the dark all around with his night-piercing eyes. Every so often he'd stop, bristling, and she would turn aside from the entrance she'd been about to go down. The night was full of noises: bursts of drunken
She walked quickly away from the river, because the embankment was wide and well lit. There was a tangle of narrow streets between there and the Royal Arctic Institute, which was the only place Lyra was sure of being able to find, laughter, two raucous voices raised in song, the clatter and whine of some badly oiled machine in a basement. Lyra walked delicately through it all, her senses magnified and mingled with Pantalaimon's, keeping to the shadows and the narrow alleys.
From time to time she had to cross a wider, well-lit streetand into that dark maze she hurried now.If only she knew London as well as she knew Oxford! Then she would have known which streets to avoid; or where she could scrounge some food; or, best of all, which doors to knock on and find shelter. In that cold night, the dark alleys all around were alive with movement and secret and she knew none of it.Pantalaimon became a wildcat and scanned the dark all around with his night-piercing eyes. Every so often he'd stop, bristling, and she would turn aside from the entrance she'd been about to go down. The night was full of noises: bursts of drunken
Monday, February 16, 2009
Paul Cezanne Still Life with Flowers and Fruit
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compass there were several little pictures, each of them painted with extraordinary precision, as if on ivory with the finest and slenderest sable brush. She turned the dial around to look at them all. There was an anchor; an hourglass surmounted by a skull; a chameleon, a bull, a beehive...Thirty-six altogether, and she couldn't even guess , and seemed to be made of a duller metal than the other three. Lyra couldn't control its movement at all; it swung where it wanted to, like a compass needle, except that it didn't settle.
"Meter means measure," said Pantalaimon. "Like thermometer. The Chaplain told us that."
"Yes, but that's the easy bit," she whispered back. "What d'you think it's for?"what they meant."There's a wheel, look," said Pantalaimon. "See if you can wind it up."There were three little knurled winding wheels, in fact, and each of them turned one of the three shorter hands, which moved around the dial in a series of smooth satisfying clicks. You could arrange them to point at any of the pictures, and once they had clicked into position, pointing exactly at the center of each one, they would not move.The fourth hand was longer and more slender
compass there were several little pictures, each of them painted with extraordinary precision, as if on ivory with the finest and slenderest sable brush. She turned the dial around to look at them all. There was an anchor; an hourglass surmounted by a skull; a chameleon, a bull, a beehive...Thirty-six altogether, and she couldn't even guess , and seemed to be made of a duller metal than the other three. Lyra couldn't control its movement at all; it swung where it wanted to, like a compass needle, except that it didn't settle.
"Meter means measure," said Pantalaimon. "Like thermometer. The Chaplain told us that."
"Yes, but that's the easy bit," she whispered back. "What d'you think it's for?"what they meant."There's a wheel, look," said Pantalaimon. "See if you can wind it up."There were three little knurled winding wheels, in fact, and each of them turned one of the three shorter hands, which moved around the dial in a series of smooth satisfying clicks. You could arrange them to point at any of the pictures, and once they had clicked into position, pointing exactly at the center of each one, they would not move.The fourth hand was longer and more slender
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Daniel Ridgway Knight Waiting
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I let the Master know you've arrived, my lord?"
"No harm in that. You might bring me some
"Very good, my lord."
The Butler moving to the lecture theater. They'll want to see the specimens too; I'll send for the Porter in a minute. This is a bad time, Stelmaria."
"You should rest."
He stretched out in one of the armchairs, so that Lyra could no longer see his face.
"Yes, yes. I should also change my clothes. There's probably some ancient bowed and hastened out, his daemon trotting submissively at his heels. Lyra's uncle moved across to the fire and stretched his arms high above his head, yawning like a lion. He was wearing traveling clothes. Lyra was reminded, as she always was when she saw him again, of how much he frightened her. There was no question now of creeping out unnoticed: she'd have to sit tight and hope.Lord Asriel's daemon, a snow leopard, stood behind him."Are you going to show the projections in here?" she said quietly."Yes. It'll create less fuss than
I let the Master know you've arrived, my lord?"
"No harm in that. You might bring me some
"Very good, my lord."
The Butler moving to the lecture theater. They'll want to see the specimens too; I'll send for the Porter in a minute. This is a bad time, Stelmaria."
"You should rest."
He stretched out in one of the armchairs, so that Lyra could no longer see his face.
"Yes, yes. I should also change my clothes. There's probably some ancient bowed and hastened out, his daemon trotting submissively at his heels. Lyra's uncle moved across to the fire and stretched his arms high above his head, yawning like a lion. He was wearing traveling clothes. Lyra was reminded, as she always was when she saw him again, of how much he frightened her. There was no question now of creeping out unnoticed: she'd have to sit tight and hope.Lord Asriel's daemon, a snow leopard, stood behind him."Are you going to show the projections in here?" she said quietly."Yes. It'll create less fuss than
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Edward Hopper New York New Haven and Hartford
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be better soon. You have the knife, yes?"
"Yes."
"And you know how to use it?"
"Yes, yes. But are you from this world? How do you know about it?"
"Listen," said the man, sitting up with a struggle. "Don't interrupt. If you're the bearer of the knife, you have a task that's open the very smallest particles of matter, and they used it to steal candy. They had no idea that they'd made the one weapon in all the universes that could defeat the tyrant. The Authority. God. The rebel angels fell because they didn't have anything like the knife; but now…"
"I didn't want it! I don't want it now!" Will cried. "If you want it, you can have it! I hate it, and I hate what it does—"greater than you can imagine. A child… How could they let it happen? Well, so it must be… There is a war coming, boy. The greatest war there ever was. Something like it happened before, and this time the right side must win. We've had nothing but lies and propaganda and cruelty and deceit for all the thousands of years of human history. It's time we started again, but properly this time…"He stopped to take in several rattling breaths. "The knife," he went on after a minute. "They never knew what they were making, those old philosophers. They invented a device that could split
be better soon. You have the knife, yes?"
"Yes."
"And you know how to use it?"
"Yes, yes. But are you from this world? How do you know about it?"
"Listen," said the man, sitting up with a struggle. "Don't interrupt. If you're the bearer of the knife, you have a task that's open the very smallest particles of matter, and they used it to steal candy. They had no idea that they'd made the one weapon in all the universes that could defeat the tyrant. The Authority. God. The rebel angels fell because they didn't have anything like the knife; but now…"
"I didn't want it! I don't want it now!" Will cried. "If you want it, you can have it! I hate it, and I hate what it does—"greater than you can imagine. A child… How could they let it happen? Well, so it must be… There is a war coming, boy. The greatest war there ever was. Something like it happened before, and this time the right side must win. We've had nothing but lies and propaganda and cruelty and deceit for all the thousands of years of human history. It's time we started again, but properly this time…"He stopped to take in several rattling breaths. "The knife," he went on after a minute. "They never knew what they were making, those old philosophers. They invented a device that could split
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Caravaggio The Seven Acts of Mercy
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They climbed over the sill and moved sideways down through the broken tiles to the gutter. It wasn't high, and below it was grass, with a gentle slope away from the building. First Lyra jumped and then Will followed, rolling over a thought. "Where are they now?" he said. "Where's the nearest one?"
"Ten paces away, down the slope," said the daemon. "They don't want to come any closer, that's obvious."
Will took out the knife and looked in that direction, and he heard the daemon hiss with surprise.
But Will couldn't do what he intended, because at the same moment a witch landed her branch on the grass beside him. He was taken aback not so much by her flying as by her astounding gracefulness, the fierce, cold, lovely clarity of her gaze, and by the pale bare limbsand trying to protect his hand, which was bleeding freely again and hurting badly. His sling had come loose and trailed behind him, and as he tried to roll it up, the snow goose landed on the grass at his side."Lyra, who is this?" Kaisa said."It's Will. He's coming with us—""Why are the Specters avoiding you?" The goose daemon was speaking directly to Will.By this time Will was hardly surprised by anything, and he said, "I don't know. We can't see them. No, wait!" And he stood up, struck by
They climbed over the sill and moved sideways down through the broken tiles to the gutter. It wasn't high, and below it was grass, with a gentle slope away from the building. First Lyra jumped and then Will followed, rolling over a thought. "Where are they now?" he said. "Where's the nearest one?"
"Ten paces away, down the slope," said the daemon. "They don't want to come any closer, that's obvious."
Will took out the knife and looked in that direction, and he heard the daemon hiss with surprise.
But Will couldn't do what he intended, because at the same moment a witch landed her branch on the grass beside him. He was taken aback not so much by her flying as by her astounding gracefulness, the fierce, cold, lovely clarity of her gaze, and by the pale bare limbsand trying to protect his hand, which was bleeding freely again and hurting badly. His sling had come loose and trailed behind him, and as he tried to roll it up, the snow goose landed on the grass at his side."Lyra, who is this?" Kaisa said."It's Will. He's coming with us—""Why are the Specters avoiding you?" The goose daemon was speaking directly to Will.By this time Will was hardly surprised by anything, and he said, "I don't know. We can't see them. No, wait!" And he stood up, struck by
Mark Rothko Orange and Yellow
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It's been a pipe dream for 30 years but now the world's first fully available flying car is set to hit the roads next year.
Ever since the Back to the Future movies lit up our screens in the 80s, designers have dreamt of an automobile that could take to the skies at the push of a button.Back on terra firma, it is capable of travelling at 'highway speeds' in car mode.
Fuelling the 19ft long plane couldn't be simpler - you just drive it into a petrol station and fill it up with unleaded.
It is powered by a 100 hp, Rotax 912S, four-stroke engine.
A spokeswoman for designers Terrafugia, based in Woburn, Massachusetts, USA, said: ‘You can keep your Transition in your garage.
And now qualified pilots can order their very own Terrafugia Transition 'roadable' plane for just £127,000, with delivery planned for late next year.The Terrafugia Transition 'roadable' plane can be kept at home, with wings folded up, in your garageThe 'light-sport airplane' promises to bring more 'flexibility and convenience to your flying'.
The plane, which has fold-out wings that span 27.5ft when extended, has an airborne range of 460 miles and can cruise at 115mph.
It's been a pipe dream for 30 years but now the world's first fully available flying car is set to hit the roads next year.
Ever since the Back to the Future movies lit up our screens in the 80s, designers have dreamt of an automobile that could take to the skies at the push of a button.Back on terra firma, it is capable of travelling at 'highway speeds' in car mode.
Fuelling the 19ft long plane couldn't be simpler - you just drive it into a petrol station and fill it up with unleaded.
It is powered by a 100 hp, Rotax 912S, four-stroke engine.
A spokeswoman for designers Terrafugia, based in Woburn, Massachusetts, USA, said: ‘You can keep your Transition in your garage.
And now qualified pilots can order their very own Terrafugia Transition 'roadable' plane for just £127,000, with delivery planned for late next year.The Terrafugia Transition 'roadable' plane can be kept at home, with wings folded up, in your garageThe 'light-sport airplane' promises to bring more 'flexibility and convenience to your flying'.
The plane, which has fold-out wings that span 27.5ft when extended, has an airborne range of 460 miles and can cruise at 115mph.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus
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Drink again," the old man said.
Will held the glass tightly and closed his eyes while the old man did something to his hand. It stung horribly, but then he felt the rough friction of a towel on his wrist, and something mopping the wound more gently. Then there was a coolness for a moment, and it hurt again.
"This is precious ointment," the old man said. "Very difficult to obtain. Very good for wounds."
It was a dusty, battered on the other side of the narrow street waving his arms in the air as if trying to keep a flock of bats from his face. Then he turned away and began to run his hands along the stones in the wall, looking closely at each one, counting them, feeling the edges, hunching up his shoulders as if to ward off something behind him, shaking his head.
Angelica was desperate, and so was little Paolo behind her
Drink again," the old man said.
Will held the glass tightly and closed his eyes while the old man did something to his hand. It stung horribly, but then he felt the rough friction of a towel on his wrist, and something mopping the wound more gently. Then there was a coolness for a moment, and it hurt again.
"This is precious ointment," the old man said. "Very difficult to obtain. Very good for wounds."
It was a dusty, battered on the other side of the narrow street waving his arms in the air as if trying to keep a flock of bats from his face. Then he turned away and began to run his hands along the stones in the wall, looking closely at each one, counting them, feeling the edges, hunching up his shoulders as if to ward off something behind him, shaking his head.
Angelica was desperate, and so was little Paolo behind her
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Leroy Neiman Casino
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But as he made up his mind to cross the street and go in, he stopped suddenly.
The tall man with the pale eyebrows was getting out of a car.
Will turned aside at once, casually, and looked in the window of the jeWill," said Lyra.
She spoke quietly, but he was startled all the same. She was sitting on the bench beside him and he hadn't even noticed.
"Where did you come from?"
"I found my Scholar! She's called Dr. Malone. And she's got an engine that can see Dust, and she's going to make it talk—"
"I didn't see you coming."
"You weren't looking," she said. "You must've been thinking about something else. It's a good thing I found you. Look, it's easy to fool people. Watch."
Two police officers were strolling toward themweler's shop beside him. He saw the man's reflection look around, settle the knot of his tie, and go into the lawyer's office. As soon as he'd gone in, Will moved away, his heart thudding again. There wasn't anywhere safe. He drifted toward the university library and waited for Lyra.
But as he made up his mind to cross the street and go in, he stopped suddenly.
The tall man with the pale eyebrows was getting out of a car.
Will turned aside at once, casually, and looked in the window of the jeWill," said Lyra.
She spoke quietly, but he was startled all the same. She was sitting on the bench beside him and he hadn't even noticed.
"Where did you come from?"
"I found my Scholar! She's called Dr. Malone. And she's got an engine that can see Dust, and she's going to make it talk—"
"I didn't see you coming."
"You weren't looking," she said. "You must've been thinking about something else. It's a good thing I found you. Look, it's easy to fool people. Watch."
Two police officers were strolling toward themweler's shop beside him. He saw the man's reflection look around, settle the knot of his tie, and go into the lawyer's office. As soon as he'd gone in, Will moved away, his heart thudding again. There wasn't anywhere safe. He drifted toward the university library and waited for Lyra.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
William Bouguereau The Virgin with Angels
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and bakeries stood between jewelers and florists and bead-curtained doors opening into private houses, where wrought-iron balconies thick with flowers overhung the narrow pavement, and where the silence, being enclosed, was even more profound.
The streets on a calm sea.
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By now Will's exhaustion had been wiped out. He was wide-awake and possessed by wonder. From time to time, on his way through the narrow streets, he'd put out a hand to touch a wall or a doorway or the flowers in a window box, and found them solid and convincing. Now he wanted to touch the whole landscape in front of him, because it was were leading downward, and before very long they opened out onto a broad avenue where more palm trees reached high into the air, the underside of their leaves glowing in the streetlights.On the other side of the avenue was the sea.Will found himself facing a harbor enclosed from the left by a stone breakwater and from the right by a headland on which a large building with stone columns and wide steps and ornate balconies stood floodlit among flowering trees and bushes. In the harbor one or two rowboats lay still at anchor, and beyond the breakwater the starlight glittered
and bakeries stood between jewelers and florists and bead-curtained doors opening into private houses, where wrought-iron balconies thick with flowers overhung the narrow pavement, and where the silence, being enclosed, was even more profound.
The streets on a calm sea.
Jack Vettriano WaltzersJack Vettriano The Red Room
By now Will's exhaustion had been wiped out. He was wide-awake and possessed by wonder. From time to time, on his way through the narrow streets, he'd put out a hand to touch a wall or a doorway or the flowers in a window box, and found them solid and convincing. Now he wanted to touch the whole landscape in front of him, because it was were leading downward, and before very long they opened out onto a broad avenue where more palm trees reached high into the air, the underside of their leaves glowing in the streetlights.On the other side of the avenue was the sea.Will found himself facing a harbor enclosed from the left by a stone breakwater and from the right by a headland on which a large building with stone columns and wide steps and ornate balconies stood floodlit among flowering trees and bushes. In the harbor one or two rowboats lay still at anchor, and beyond the breakwater the starlight glittered
Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance in the City
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The New Hampshire Sweepstakes is launched as the first state lottery of modern times.
1974Massachusetts offers the first scratch-off lottery ticket in the United States.
1988Six states and the District of Columbia join to introduce a multistate lottery game called Lotto America. In 1992 the state legislatures propose selling long-term leases for the state lotteries to private buyers. None pass, and the U.S. Justice Department warns that some of the plans might violate federal law. But backers see a multibillion-dollar windfall in tough times, and they will likely try again.name is changed to Powerball.2000The Big game (the multistate lottery now called Mega Millions) pays out a $363 million jackpot, split between two winners-the biggest lottery prize up to this point.2002West Virginia contractor Jack Whittaker wins the biggest single-winner jackpot ever, $315 million, in the Powerball game. His win is followed by a run of bad luck, including arrests, lawsuits, and other tribulations.2007Bills in Texas and other
The New Hampshire Sweepstakes is launched as the first state lottery of modern times.
1974Massachusetts offers the first scratch-off lottery ticket in the United States.
1988Six states and the District of Columbia join to introduce a multistate lottery game called Lotto America. In 1992 the state legislatures propose selling long-term leases for the state lotteries to private buyers. None pass, and the U.S. Justice Department warns that some of the plans might violate federal law. But backers see a multibillion-dollar windfall in tough times, and they will likely try again.name is changed to Powerball.2000The Big game (the multistate lottery now called Mega Millions) pays out a $363 million jackpot, split between two winners-the biggest lottery prize up to this point.2002West Virginia contractor Jack Whittaker wins the biggest single-winner jackpot ever, $315 million, in the Powerball game. His win is followed by a run of bad luck, including arrests, lawsuits, and other tribulations.2007Bills in Texas and other
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Salvador Dali Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomegranate
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there were thousands that they never closed up. So all this time, Dust has been leaking out of the worlds and into nothingness."
The understanding was beginning to dawn on Will and Lyra. They fought it, they pushed it away, but it was just like the gray light that seeps into the sky and extinguishes the stars: it crept past every barrier they could put up and under every blind and around the edges of every curtain they could draw against it.
"Every in.
And Lyra cried aloud. Pantalaimon's owl cry the night before had frightened every small creature that heard it, but it was nothing to the passionate wail that Lyra uttered now. The daemons were shocked, and Will, seeing their reaction, understood why: they didn't know the rest of the truth; they didn't know what Will and Lyra themselves had Pantalaimon, whispering like Lyra."Oh, no," said Lyra. "No, it can't be true ...”"And so we must leave our world to stay in Lyra's," said Kirjava, "or Pan and Lyra must leave theirs and come to stay in ours. There's no other choice."Then the full bleak daylight struck
there were thousands that they never closed up. So all this time, Dust has been leaking out of the worlds and into nothingness."
The understanding was beginning to dawn on Will and Lyra. They fought it, they pushed it away, but it was just like the gray light that seeps into the sky and extinguishes the stars: it crept past every barrier they could put up and under every blind and around the edges of every curtain they could draw against it.
"Every in.
And Lyra cried aloud. Pantalaimon's owl cry the night before had frightened every small creature that heard it, but it was nothing to the passionate wail that Lyra uttered now. The daemons were shocked, and Will, seeing their reaction, understood why: they didn't know the rest of the truth; they didn't know what Will and Lyra themselves had Pantalaimon, whispering like Lyra."Oh, no," said Lyra. "No, it can't be true ...”"And so we must leave our world to stay in Lyra's," said Kirjava, "or Pan and Lyra must leave theirs and come to stay in ours. There's no other choice."Then the full bleak daylight struck
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