Saturday, December 29, 2012

Pre-Columbian

Pre-Columbian
Thai Soup
Jar jar
Jaguar
Ceramics
Crocs
Thailand
Prov.14:13
"Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful; and the end of that mirth is heaviness." 


The beauty of love and light you will see,
 To be a Wiccan is the power of three.
To cast a spell of love and light,
 To live a life of all things bright,
To walk with the elements of life so free,
 To talk with the spirits of the plants and trees,
To fly through the night as the owls take wing,
The life of a Wiccan is all of these things.
An exquisite ceramic vase, thrown and finished by hand in the Pre-Columbian style. The intricate detailing is hand-etched. Each item takes several weeks to complete, with up to five different workers bringing their particular skills to the process, starting with the turner who forms the original shape to the artisan who applies the final polish.


 Tom Ka Soup (Thailand)



Alligator Effigy Vessel c. 800-1525 A.D. Chorotega, Costa Rica Ceramic Pre-Columbian Collection of The Museum of Contemporary Art, Jacksonville, Florida - Ceramics II lesson idea



 Chess:  "Pre-Columbian" "Thai Soup" "Jar jar" "Jaguar" "Ceramics" "Crocs" "Thailand"

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Oak


Earth
Architecture
Oak
Oak Doors
Café
Browning
Paella
Pâté
Spread
Recife
Pizza
Robles
 Prov.14:10
"The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy." 
Psalm 44:5 
 "Through thee will we push down our enemies: through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us."













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Chess: "Oak" "Oak Doors" "Café" "Browning""Paella" "Pâté" "Spread" "Recife" "Pizza" "Robles" "Earth" "Architecture"

CHRISTMAS-EVE AND EASTER-DAY.
by Robert Browning 

OUT of the little chapel I burst 
Into the fresh night air again. 
I had waited a good five minutes first 
In the doorway, to escape the rain 
That drove in gusts down the common's centre, 
At the edge of which the chapel stands, 
Before I plucked up heart to enter : 
Heaven knows how many sorts of hands 
Reached past me, groping for the latch 
Of the inner door that hung on catch, 
 
More obstinate the more they fumbled, 
Till, giving way at last with a scold 
Of the crazy hinge, in squeezed or tumbled 
One sheep more to the rest in fold, 
And left me irresolute, standing sentry 
In the sheepfold's lath-and-plaster entry, 
Pour feet long by two feet wide, 
Partitioned off from the vast inside 
I blocked up half of it at least. 
No remedy ; the rain kept driving : 
They eyed me much as some wild beast, 
That congregation, still arriving, 
Some of them by the main road, white 
A long way past me into the night, 
Skirting the common, then diverging ; 
Not a few suddenly emerging 
From the common's self thro' the paling-gaps, 
They house in the gravel-pits perhaps, 
 
 Where the road stops short with its safeguard border 
Of lamps, as tired of such disorder ; 
But the most turned in yet more abruptly 
From a certain squalid knot of alleys, 
Where the town's bad blood once slept corruptly, 
Which now the little chapel rallies 
And leads into day again, its priestliness 
Lending itself to hide their beastliness 
So cleverly (thanks in part to the mason), 
And putting so cheery a whitewashed face on 
Those neophytes too much in lack of it, 
That, where you cross the common as I did, 
And meet the party thus presided, 
" Mount Zion," with Love-lane at the back of it, 
They front you as little disconcerted, 
As, bound for the lulls, her fate averted 
And her wicked people made to mind him, 
Lot might have marched with Gomorrah behind him. 
 
 Well, from the road, the lanes or the common, 
In came the flock : the fat weary woman, 
Panting and bewildered, down-clapping 
Her umbrella with a mighty report, 
Grounded it by me, wry and flapping, 
A wreck of whalebones ; then, with a snort, 
Like a startled horse, at the interloper 
Who humbly knew himself improper, 
But could not shrink up small enough, 
Bound to the door, and in, the gruff 
Hinge's invariable scold 
Making your very blood run cold. 
Prompt in the wake of her, up-pattered 
On broken clogs, the many-tattered 
Little old-faced, peaking sister-turned-mother 
Of the sickly babe she tried to smother 
 
Somehow up, with its spotted face, 
From the cold, on her breast, the one warm place ; 
She too must stop, wring the poor suds dry 
Of a draggled shawl, and add thereby 
Her tribute to the door-mat, sopping 
Already from my own clothes' dropping, 
Which yet she seemed to grudge I should stand on ; 
Then stooping down to take off her pattens, 
She bore them defiantly, in each hand one, 
Planted together before her breast 
And its babe, as good as a lance in rest. 
Close on her heels, the dingy satins 
Of a female something, past me flitted, 
With lips as much too white, as a streak 
Lay far too red on each hollow cheek ; 
And it seemed the very door-hinge pitied 
All that was left of a woman once, 
Holding at least its tongue for the nonce. 
 
 
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Friday, December 21, 2012

Virginia

Virginia
Twist
Vitruvius
Leather
Curaçao
Grey's Anatomy
Solar Plexum
Chesterfield
Sector
Chest
Dead Man's Chest
Caja Fuerte
Safe
Prov.14:5
"A faithful witness will not lie: but a false witness will utter lies."



Thomas Jefferson's Monticello









 Chess: "Virginia" "Twist" "Vitruvius" "Chest" "Dead Man Chest" "Chesterfield" "Grey's Anatomy" "Sector" "Solar Plexum" "Curaçao" "Caja Fuerte" "Safe"

Hummingbird

Hummingbird
Novio
Colibrí
Boots
Bridge
Bridegroom
Seals and Crofts
Prov.14:7
"Go from the presence of a foolish man, when thou perceivest not in him the lips of knowledge." 


 long-tailed sylph (Colibrí)


Chess:  "Hummingbird" "Colibrí" "Novio" "Boots" "Bridge " "Seals and Crofts" "Bridegroom"



Thursday, December 20, 2012

Paella

Tamal de Chancho
Rancho
Tikal 
Pussycat Dolls
Paella
Gen.38:9
"And Onan knew that the seed should not be his; and it came to pass, when he went in unto his brother's wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest that he should give seed to his brother." 


Pussycat Dolls
 Houston

Tikal (Rancho Maya)

Chess: "Tamal de Chancho" "Rancho" "Paella"

The Wheel

Fusion
Wheel
Wheels
The Wheel
Wheeler Peak
El Camino Real
Pilot
Walmart
Festival de la Luz
Comanchería

Prov.14:8
"The wisdom of the prudent is to understand his way: but the folly of fools is deceit."






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“His third and chief pride in these declining years of a long frontier life was his granddaughter Trinidad, thirteen years old and as charming a child as could be found in the northern provinces. Petite and dark-haired, she was a lively young lady with a wonderfully free and outgoing nature better suited to a canter over the mesquite range than to an afternoon of sipping hot chocolate with the mission friars, and although she was not a vain girl, preferring at this stage in her life a good horse to a pretty dress, she did like to look trim and paid attention to her appearance.”~~~James A. Michener: TEXAS.Ch3 El Camino Real





The spiral stairs at the Nathaniel Russell House in Charleston, S.C.
Understanding MARRIAGE, The Merchant of Venice and HISTORY!
The spiral stairs at the Nathaniel Russell House in Charleston, S.C. Hunter McRae for The New York Times







 Dog Sledding Norway





Sara Jean Underwood, Oregon

Jessica Cediel, Colombia


"nine-and-fifty swans...scatter wheeling in great broken rings"---Yeats
"the boy wheeled and the fried eggs leaped from his tray"---Ivan Gold
"A tugboat, wheezing wreathes of steam, / Lunged past"---Hart Crane
Wheeler Peak: the highest point in New Mexico (13,160 feet)

 Chess:  "Fusion"" "Wheel" "Wheeler Peak" "Pilot" "Walmart" "Festival de la Luz" "Wheels" "The Wheel" "El Camino Real" "Comanchería"

The Bribery Aisle: How Wal-Mart Got Its Way in Mexico

Wal-Mart de Mexico was an aggressive and creative corrupter, offering large payoffs to get what the law otherwise prohibited, an examination by The New York Times found.

Josh Haner and Brent McDonald/The New York Times
A preview of a New York Times investigation revealing bribery by Wal-Mart as it sought to build in the shadow of Mexico's most revered cultural landmark, the pyramids of Teotihuacán. More photos

 The ex-mayor of Teotihuacán, Guillermo Rodríguez, poses for a portrait outside the walls of his home near the pyramids of Teotihuacán.
Josh Haner/The New York Times
 
 Wal-Mart and the Pyramids
In 2004, Wal-Mart de Mexico built a supermarket by the pyramids of Teotihuacán, a cultural landmark in Mexico. The project was controversial from the start, provoking months of protests. In 2005, a former Wal-Mart de Mexico attorney told Wal-Mart executives in the United States about a series of bribes that he said had secured crucial permits and approvals necessary to build the store. Wal-Mart’s leaders did not report this information to authorities, even though the company’s internal investigation corroborated many of his allegations.

Shields

Shields
Potemkin
Stonewall
Big Coraza
Fiji
NINA
Prov.14:9
"Fools make a mock at sin: but among the righteous there is favour." 


 Fiji
 
 St. Basil's Cathedral, Russia

Chess:  "Shields" "Potemkin" "Stonewall" "Big Coraza" "Fiji" "NINA"

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

English

English
Latin
Covent Garden
Hammurabi
Haggia Sophia
Prov.14:34
"Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people." 




Chess:  "English" "Latin" "Covent Garden "Hammurabi" "Haggia Sophia"

Shakespeare

Shakespeare
Madonna
Pennyfeather
London
Port Royal
All Is Well That Ends Well
Netanyahu
Prov.14:35
"The king's favour is toward a wise servant: but his wrath is against him that causeth shame."

 Lemon-Blackberry Cheesecake
This stunning two-layer cheesecake by chef John Besh tastes even better than it looks, and that’s saying a lot.

Madonna

 Chess:  "Shakespeare" "Madonna" "Pennyfeather" "London" "Port Royal" "All Is Well That Ends Well" "Netanyahu"

Friday, December 14, 2012

Chromium

Chromium
Cromwell
Piper
Pipe
Pipeline
Driver
Miranda Law
Canal
Luke17:1
"Then said he unto the disciples, It is impossible but that offences will come: but woe unto him, through whom they come!"


Cromwell.
Oliver Cromwell





Chess:  "Chromium" "Cromwell" "Piper" "Pipe" "Pipeline" "Driver" "Miranda Law" "Canal"

Monday, December 10, 2012

The View

EAGLES

Gesta Romanorum

Long live Britannia!

Long live Roma!

Ballad of Reading Gaol 

The View 

Leer

St. Mark

Luke 17:37
"And they answered and said unto him, Where, Lord? And he said unto them, Wheresoever the body is, thither will the eagles be gathered together."    

Prov.10:9 

"He that walketh uprightly walketh surely: but he that perverteth his ways shall be known."

 

 



"Somewhere in his lush, magenta prose Oscar Wilde speaks of the tendency of nature to imitate art—a phenomenon often observed by persons who keep their eyes open."---H. L. Mencken

Chess: "Eagles" "Gesta Romanorum" "Ballad of Reading Gaol" "The View" "Leer"  "St. Mark"

H. L. Mencken – A Girl From Red Lion P. A.

Somewhere in his lush, magenta prose Oscar Wilde speaks of the tendency of nature to imitate art—a phenomenon often observed by persons who keep their eyes open. I first became aware of it, not through the pages of Wilde, but at the hands of an old-time hack-driver named Peebles, who flourished in Baltimore in the days of this history. Peebles was a Scotsman of a generally unfriendly and retiring character, but nevertheless he was something of a public figure in the town. Perhaps that was partly due to the fact that he had served twelve years in the Maryland Penitentiary for killing his wife, but I think he owed much more of his eminence to his adamantine rectitude in money matters, so rare in his profession. The very cops, indeed, regarded him as an honest man, and said so freely. They knew about his blanket refusal to take more than three or four times the legal fare from drunks, they knew how many lost watches, wallets, stick-pins and walking-sticks he turned in every year, and they admired as Christians, though deploring as cops, his absolute refusal to work for them in the capacity of stool-pigeon.
Moreover, he was industrious as well as honest, and it was the common belief that he had money in five banks. He appeared on the hack-stand in front of the old Eutaw House every evening at nine o’clock, and put in the next five or six hours shuttling merrymakers and sociologists to and from the red-light districts. When this trade began to languish he drove to Union Station, and there kept watch until his two old horses fell asleep. Most of the strangers who got off the early morning trains wanted to go to the nearest hotel, which was only two blocks away, so there was not a great deal of money in their patronage, but unlike the other hackers Peebles never resorted to the device of driving them swiftly in the wrong direction and then working back by a circuitous route.
A little after dawn one morning in the early Autumn of 1903, just as his off horse began to snore gently, a milk-train got in from lower Pennsylvania, and out of it issued a rosy-cheeked young woman carrying a pasteboard suitcase and a pink parasol. Squired up from the train-level by a car-greaser with an eye for country beauty, she emerged into the sunlight shyly and ran her eye down the line of hacks. The other drivers seemed to scare her, and no wonder, for they were all grasping men whose evil propensities glowed from them like heat from a stove. But when she saw Peebles her feminine intuition must have told her that he could be trusted, for she shook off the car-greaser without further ado, and came up to the Peebles hack with a pretty show of confidence.
“Say, mister,” she said, “how much will you charge to take me to a house of ill fame?” In telling of it afterward Peebles probably exaggerated his astonishment a bit, but certainly he must have suffered something rationally describable as a shock. He laid great stress upon her air of blooming innocence, almost like that of a cavorting lamb. He said her two cheeks glowed like apples, and that she smelled like a load of hay. By his own account he stared at her for a full minute without answering her question, with a wild stream of confused surmises racing through his mind. What imaginable business could a creature so obviously guileless have in the sort of establishment she had mentioned? Could it be that her tongue had slipped—that she actually meant an employment office, the Y.W.C.A., or what not? Peebles, as he later elaborated the story, insisted that he had cross-examined her at length, and that she had not only reiterated her question in precise terms, but explained that she was fully determined to abandon herself to sin and looked forward confidently to dying in the gutter. But in his first version he reported simply that he had stared at her dumbly until his amazement began to wear off, and then motioned to her to climb into his back. After all, he was a common carrier, and obliged by law to haul all comers, regardless of their private projects and intentions. If he yielded anything to his Caledonian moral sense it took the form of choosing her destination with some prudence. He might have dumped her into one of the third-rate bagnios that crowded a street not three blocks from Union Station, and then gone on about his business. Instead, he drove half way across town to the high-toned studio of Miss Nellie d’Alembert, at that time one of the leaders of her profession in Baltimore, and a woman who, though she lacked the polish of Vassar, had sound sense, a pawky humor, and progressive ideas.
I had become, only a little while before, city editor of the Herald, and in that capacity received frequently confidential communications from her. She was, in fact, the source of a great many useful news tips. She knew everything about everyone that no one was supposed to know, and had accurate advance information, in particular, about Page 1 divorces, for nearly all the big law firms of the town used her facilities for the manufacture of evidence. There were no Walter Winchells in that era, and the city editors of the land had to depend on volunteers for inside stuff. Such volunteers were moved (a) by a sense of public duty gracefully performed, and (b) by an enlightened desire to keep on the good side of newspapers. Not infrequently they cashed in on this last. I well remember the night when two visiting Congressmen from Washington got into a debate in Miss Nellie’s music-room, and one of them dented the skull of the other with a spittoon. At my suggestion the other city editors of Baltimore joined me in straining journalistic ethics far enough to remove the accident to Mt. Vernon place, the most respectable neighborhood in town, and to lay the fracture to a fall on the ice.
My chance leadership in this public work made Miss Nellie my partisan, and now and then she gave me a nice tip and forgot to include the other city editors. Thus I was alert when she called up during the early afternoon of Peebles’ strange adventure, and told me that something swell was on ice. She explained that it was not really what you could call important news, but simply a sort of human-interest story, so I asked Percy Heath to go to see her, for though he was now my successor as Sunday editor, he still did an occasional news story, and I knew what kind he enjoyed especially. He called up in half an hour, and asked me to join him. “If you don’t hear it yourself,” he said, “you will say I am pulling a fake.”
When I got to Miss Nellie’s house I found her sitting with Percy in a basement room that she used as a sort of office, and at once she plunged into the story.
“I’ll tell you first,” she began, “before you see the poor thing herself. When Peebles yanked the bell this morning I was sound asleep, and so was all the girls, and Sadie the coon had gone home. I stuck my head out of the window, and there was Peebles on the front steps. I said: ‘Get the hell away from here! What do you mean by bringing in a drunk at this time of the morning? Don’t you know us poor working people gotta get some rest?’ But he hollered back that he didn’t have no drunk A GIRL FROM RED LION, P.A. 467 in his hack, but something he didn’t know what to make of, and needed my help on, so I slipped on my kimono and went down to the door, and by that time he had the girl out of the hack, and before I could say ‘scat’ he had shoved her in the parlor; and she was unloading what she had to say.
“Well, to make a long story short, she said she come from somewheres near a burg they call Red Lion, P.A., and lived on a farm. She said her father was one of them old rubes with whiskers they call Dunkards, and very strict. She said she had a beau in York, P.A., of the name of Elmer, and whenever he could get away he would come out to the farm and set in the parlor with her, and they would do a little hugging and kissing. She said Elmer was educated and a great reader, and he would bring her books that he got from his brother, who was a train butcher on the Northern Central, and him and her would read them. She said the books was all about love, and that most of them was sad: Her and Elmer would talk about them while they set in the parlor, and the more they talked about them the sadder they would get, and sometimes she would have to cry.
“Well, to make a long story short, this went on once a week or so, and night before last Elmer come down from York with some more books, and they set in the parlor, and talked about love. Her old man usually stuck his nose in the door now and then, to see that there wasn’t no foolishness, but night before last he had a bilious attack and went to bed early, so her and Elmer had it all to theirself in the parlor. So they quit talking about the books, and Elmer began to love her up, and in a little while they was hugging and kissing to beat the band. Well, to make a long story short, Elmer went too far, and when she come to herself and kicked him out she realized she had lost her honest name.
“She laid awake all night thinking about it, and the more she thought about it the more scared she got. In every one of the books her and Elmer read there was something on the subject, and all of the books said the same thing. When a girl lost her honest name there was nothing for her to do except to run away from home and lead a life of shame. No girl that she ever read about ever done anything else. They all rushed off to the nearest city, started this life of shame, and then took to booze and dope and died in the gutter. Their family never knew what had became of them. Maybe they landed finally in a medical college, or maybe the Salvation Army buried them, but their people never heard no more of them, and their name was rubbed out of the family Bible. Sometimes their beau tried to find them, but he never could do it, and in the end he usually married the judge’s homely daughter, and moved into the big house when the judge died.
“Well, to make a long story short, this poor girl lay awake all night thinking of such sad things, and when she got up at four thirty A.M. and went out to milk the cows her eyes was so full of tears that she could hardly find their spigots. Her father, who was still bilious, give her hell, and told her she was getting her just punishment for setting up until ten and eleven o’clock at night, when all decent people ought to be in bed. So she began to suspect that he may have snuck down during the evening, and caught her, and was getting ready to turn her out of the house and wash his hands of her, and maybe even curse her. So she decided to have it over and done with as soon as possible, and last night, the minute he hit the hay again, she hoofed in to York, P.A., and caught the milk-train for Baltimore, and that is how Peebles found her at Union Station and brought her here. When I asked her what in hell she wanted all she had to say was ‘Ain’t this a house of ill fame?’, and it took me an hour or two to pump her story out of her. So now I have got her upstairs tinder lock and key, and as soon as I can get word to Peebles I’ll tell him to take her back to Union Station, and start her back for Red Lion, P.A. Can you beat it?”
Percy and I, of course, demanded to see the girl, and presently Miss Nellie fetched her in. She was by no means the bucolic Lillian Russell that Peebles’ tall tales afterward made her out, but she was certainly far from unappetizing. Despite her loss of sleep, the dreadful gnawings of her conscience and the menace of an appalling retribution, her cheeks were still rosy, and there remained a considerable sparkle in her troubled blue eyes. I never heard her name, but it was plain that she was of four-square Pennsylvania Dutch stock, and as sturdy as the cows she serviced. She had on her Sunday clothes, and appeared to be somewhat uncomfortable in them, but Miss Nellie set her at ease, and soon she was retelling her story to two strange and, in her sight, probably highly dubious men. We listened without interrupting her, and when she finished Percy was the first to speak.
“My dear young lady,” he said, “you have been grossly misinformed. I don’t know what these works of fiction are that you and Elmer read, but they are as far out of date as Joe Miller’s Jest-Book. The stuff that seems to be in them would make even a newspaper editorial writer cough and scratch himself. It may be true that, in the remote era when they appear to have been written, the penalty of a slight and venial slip was as drastic as you say, but I assure you that it is no longer the case. The world is much more humane than it used to be, and much more rational. Just as it no longer burns men for heresy or women for witchcraft, so it has ceased to condemn girls to lives of shame and death in the gutter for the trivial dereliction you acknowledge. If there were time I’d get you some of the more recent books, and point out passages showing how moral principles have changed. The only thing that is frowned on now seems to be getting caught. Otherwise, justice is virtually silent on the subject.
“Inasmuch as your story indicates that no one knows of your crime save your beau, who, if he has learned of your disappearance, is probably scared half to death, I advise you to go home, make some plausible excuse to your pa for lighting out, and resume your care of his cows. At the proper opportunity take your beau to the pastor, and join him in indissoluble love. It is the safe, respectable and hygienic course. Everyone agrees that it is moral, even moralists. Meanwhile, don’t forget to thank Miss Nellie. She might have helped you down the prim-rose way; instead, she has restored you to virtue and happiness, no worse for an interesting experience.”
The girl, of course, took in only a small part of this, for Percy’s voluptuous style and vocabulary were beyond the grasp of a simple milkmaid. But Miss Nellie, who understood English much better than she spoke it translated freely, and in a little while the troubled look departed from those blue eyes, and large tears of joy welled from them. Miss Nellie shed a couple herself, and so did all the ladies of the resident faculty, for they had drifted downstairs during the interview, sleepy but curious. The practical Miss Nellie inevitably thought of money, and it turned out that the trip down by milk-train and Peebles’ lawful freight of $1 had about exhausted the poor girl’s savings, and she had only some odd change left. Percy threw in a dollar and I threw in a dollar, and Miss Nellie not only threw in a third, but ordered one of the ladies to go to the kitchen and prepare a box-lunch for the return to Red Lion.
Sadie the coon had not yet come to work, but Peebles presently bobbed up without being sent for, and toward the end of the afternoon he started off for Union Station with his most amazing passenger, now as full of innocent jubilation as a martyr saved at the stake. As I have said, he embellished the story considerably during the days following, especially in the direction of touching up the girl’s pulchritude. The cops, because of their general confidence in him, swallowed his exaggerations, and I heard more than one of them lament that they had missed the chance to handle the case professionally. Percy, in his later years, made two or three attempts to put it into a movie scenario, but the Hays office always vetoed it.
How the girl managed to account to her father for her mysterious flight and quick return I don’t know, for she was never heard from afterward. She promised to send Miss Nellie a picture postcard of Red Lion, showing the new hall of the Knights of Pythias, but if it was ever actually mailed it must have been misaddressed, for it never arrived.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Tim Gunn

Tim Gunn
Micheletto
Lhasa Apso
Phil.1.1-2
Acts 16:12

Philippians
1

Salutation
1 Paul and Timothy, the servants of Jesus Christ,
To all the saints in Christ Jesus which are at Phil'ippi, Acts 16.12 with the bishops and deacons:
2  Grace be unto you, and peace, from God our Father and from the Lord Jesus Christ.



 Chess: "Tim Gunn" "Micheletto" "Lhasa Apso"

The Holy Bible: King James Version. 2000.
The Acts of the Apostles
16

The Imprisonment at Philippi
11 ¶ Therefore loosing from Tro'as, we came with a straight course to Samothracia, and the next day to Ne-ap'olis;
12 and from thence to Phil'ippi, which is the chief city of that part of Macedonia, and a colony: and we were in that city abiding certain days.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Scarf

Scarf
Scarecrow
Poinsettia : Pastora y Ortega
Luke 17:36
"Two men shall be in the field; the one shall be taken, and the other left." 


 Chess:  "Scarf" "Scarecrow" "Poinsettia : Pastora y Ortega"

Friday, November 23, 2012

Diamonds

Blood Diamond
Apple Pie
Baker Street
Philippi 
Chaucer
Buckingham Fountain
LaFuente 
Kingston

Phil.1:10
"That ye may approve things that are excellent; that ye may be sincere and without offence till the day of Christ;"
Prov.14:27
"The fear of the LORD is a fountain of life, to depart from the snares of death."


Thiago, who’s had no formal culinary training, has made lots of memorable cakes for folks you might recognize: Brooke Shields, three cakes for Sofia Vergara, and the entire New York Giants squad, the day after they won the Super Bowl.
“That was the best, they’re my team,” says Thiago. “And Sofia is funny; she told everyone at the party that she stayed up all night making the cake.”


Buckingham Fountain, Chicago







It’s not Fall without Apple Pie. Try Wolfgang’s recipe here: http://bit.ly/1nq9gvq




Chess: "Blood Diamond" "Apple Pie" "Baker Street" "Philippi" "Chaucer" "Spring" "LaFuente" "Buckingham Fountain" "Kingston"

Friday, November 16, 2012

Thor Heyerdahl

Madonna  
Thor Heyerdahl 
Custodia
Rubi
Morcilla
Blood Sausage
Rutherford B. Hayes 
Yásara 
Machu Picchu
 
Psalm 1:4 
"The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away." 
 
Prov.31:10   
"Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies."


 
Madonna and Child 
Simone Martini  (Italian, Siena, active by 1315–died 1344 Avignon)
This beautifully preserved panel, together with a related work depicting Saint Ansanus in the Robert Lehman Collection (1975.1.13) and a third panel of Saint Andrew (41.100.23), formed part of an altarpiece commissioned by the civic government of Siena. The format of the polyptych was highly unusual in that the central image, the Madonna and Child, was the same size as the flanking panels, allowing the entire altarpiece, which was intended to be portable, to be easily folded and moved. In the fifteenth century, Simone's panels were incorporated as the central elements of a larger altarpiece in the principal chapel of the Palazzo Pubblico, Siena's town hall. Like the other two panels from this polyptych in the Museum's collection, the "Madonna and Child" survives with its original frame intact.
  The Metropolitan Museum of Art

 Machu Picchu, Peru

Chess:  "Thor Heyerdahl" "Rutherford B. Hayes" "Yásara" "Machu Picchu" "Madonna" "Morcilla" "Blood Sausage" "Custodia" "Rubi" "Holy Grail"

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Red Coats

Red Coats
Quetzalcoatl
Coal-Coat
Luke 17:17
"And Jesus answering said, Were there not ten cleansed? but where are the nine?"



Diwali: The festival celebrates the victory of good over evil, light over darkness and knowledge over ignorance

Chess: "Red Coats" "Quetzalcoatl" "COAL-COAT"