Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
Vartouche Muktana
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Shelley
Bust of Percy Bysshe Shelley sculpted in driftrock on that Tuscany shore, then cast to the sea as his pyre burned. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! Speculation has it his doppelgänger, who had warned him of his death a month earlier, was the sculptor. Tell that its sculptor well those passions read which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things.. and hear the sea breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Pope Giuseppe I
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Nefertiti
Friday, December 14, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Aeolus
How a floating island can contain deep caverns, I sure as hell don't know - but Aeolia had them and they were jam-packed with gusts and gales and even a zephyr or two. Aeolus, a man of winds, dealt them out as need be at the bidding of Olympus.
Some such wind blew in Odysseus's ship and they bivouacked there awhile. When the time finally came to shove off, Aeolus presented to Odysseus a leather bag containing every breeze but the one that blows from the west. They sailed east.
One may wonder how they made it as far as they did, but eventually they came in sight of their home shores. It was then the crew got to wondering what sort of plunder the captain was hiding in the bag, so they opened it and released the winds. The sails filled and the ship was off again. When Aeolus heard, he wasn't amused, as the misuse of wind was a serious matter in those days. He refused to deal out anymore of the stuff, and so becalmed, the crew had to eat a lot of beans to get moving again. In the wrong direction, of course.
Some such wind blew in Odysseus's ship and they bivouacked there awhile. When the time finally came to shove off, Aeolus presented to Odysseus a leather bag containing every breeze but the one that blows from the west. They sailed east.
One may wonder how they made it as far as they did, but eventually they came in sight of their home shores. It was then the crew got to wondering what sort of plunder the captain was hiding in the bag, so they opened it and released the winds. The sails filled and the ship was off again. When Aeolus heard, he wasn't amused, as the misuse of wind was a serious matter in those days. He refused to deal out anymore of the stuff, and so becalmed, the crew had to eat a lot of beans to get moving again. In the wrong direction, of course.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Friday, December 07, 2007
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Tina
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Morgue Arrival H
Monday, December 03, 2007
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Wanted: Ionian Rebel
The Parts Requisition Department of ZynCorp posts this snap of an unidentified Ionian rebel caught on camera during a recent armed robbery at the central facility. Anyone with information as to the rebel's identity or the whereabouts of eight shipping pods containing bio-electronic components is urged to contact ZynCorp or the local authorities.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Camo Face Paint
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
Eos
Wearing her feathered headdress and flower-woven robe, Eos rides her chariot across the morning sky, briefly exposing Heaven by revealing the Dawn. Her sister Selene wanes, her brother Helios rises. Venus, the morning star, looks on and approves.
Although a real looker, Eos (Aurora to Rome) was forced to kidnap many of her lovers. She bore them all the major winds, the planets, and most of the stars. When her kids fail to visit or write, she cries. Her tears are the morning dew.
Although a real looker, Eos (Aurora to Rome) was forced to kidnap many of her lovers. She bore them all the major winds, the planets, and most of the stars. When her kids fail to visit or write, she cries. Her tears are the morning dew.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Aunt Harriet
Monday, November 19, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Ona
Remember that Lithuanian princess? Ona, I think her name was. No, you wouldn't remember her, would you? You're too young. Trust me, thirty or forty years ago there was a Lithuanian princess, name of Ona. She came to Spokane, no one knows why, but she got the red carpet treatment. Far as I can recall, she was the highest born royalty these parts had seen since, well, ever.
Anyhow, they had her all decked out in the Davenport and folks came from miles around just to gawk at her. She wore silver moire under a gold lamé cape which she didn't mind flourishing for effect. When the spotlights hit her, men went blind. She danced with the bedazzled and charmed each out of their wallets. The GDP of Lithuania spiked that year.
Anyhow, they had her all decked out in the Davenport and folks came from miles around just to gawk at her. She wore silver moire under a gold lamé cape which she didn't mind flourishing for effect. When the spotlights hit her, men went blind. She danced with the bedazzled and charmed each out of their wallets. The GDP of Lithuania spiked that year.