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Im a great art lover. I look at beautiful paintings and sculptures and wish I could be artistic. I cant draw or paint to save my life. I wonder why some people are so talented and can create amazing pictures, when other people, like me, cant even dra
New York September 2004, the race for the White House was reaching a dramatic climax. The candidates were neck and neck in the polls. Both were now desperate to seize any advantage over the other. Pre
Images dominate our lives. They tell us how to behave, what to think and even how to feel. They mold and define us. But why do these images, the pictures, symbols and the art we see around us every da
Now de Sautuola had come to the cave to excavate the floor, to poke around for prehistoric relics, such as bones and tools, it was Maria who made the discovery for which Altamira became famous.
The most spectacular reliefs of all are those decorating the staircase that leads to the Great Hall of Darius. Once a year, Darius would invite ambassadors from every nation within his empire to join
Around 500 BC, this problem was particularly acute for one king above all. He'd taken control of a kingdom so large. It was the world's first empire. He needed to find a new way to impose his power ac
Well, that's better, 200 feet above the desert, face to face with the tomb of Darius. There's a lengthy inscription describing his benevolent rule, but it's the depiction of Darius himself that's so i
Art Blended with Heart 2 Miele cites water as an inspiration for his gowns. In the mouths of most designers, it’s a cliché strutted out with any old blue dress. Miele’s collection gives there ref
They began by analyzing the strain of farmed wheat that goes into our food and extracting its DNA. They did the same to several varieties of wild wheat. Then they compared their genetic makeup . And w
Tim: You gonna ask me questions or no? Todd: Yeah, actually...I'm just gonna ask you random stuff. OK. So, Tim, you want to talk about road trips! Tim: Yeah, I wanna talk about road trips. Ah, me and my friends, when we were in high school we took a
迈克尔.杰克逊:Why you wanna trip on me They say I'm different They don't understand But there's a bigger problem That's much more in demand You got world hunger Not enough to eat So there's really no time To be trippin' on me You got school t
On a business trip to India, a colleague of mine arrived at the airport in Dilhi. He took a taxi to his hotel, where he was greeted by his hospitable Indian host. The cab driver requested the equivale
To forgive may be divine, but no one ever said it was easy. When someone has deeply hurt you, it can be extremely difficult to let go of your grudge. But forgiveness is possible -- and it can be surprisingly beneficial to your physical and mental hea
Hagel Wraps Up World Trip Aimed at Reassuring Partners For Hagel, his round-the-world trip was largely about reassuring allies, first in Asia and later at a NATO defense ministers' meeting in Europe, that Washington's budget problems are not eroding
By George Dwyer Washington 08 August 2007 A portion of the artwork by William Dutterer on display at American University Washington D.C.'s Katzen Arts Center -- located on the campus of American University -- recently celebrated an Afghanistan-inspir
The Art of Fiction: A Guide for Writers and Readers is a nonfiction book by Ayn Rand,published posthumously. Edited by Tore Boeckmann, it was published by Plume in 2000. The book is based on a 1958 series of 12 four-hour lectures about fiction which
On a business trip to India, a colleague of mine arrived at the airport in Dilhi. He took a taxi to his hotel, where he was greeted by his hospitable Indian host. The cab driver requested the equivalent of eight dollars U. S. for the fare, which seem
The Art of Doing Nothing Sure, we all know how to do nothing. We all know how to lay around and waste time. But many of us are too busy to do it much, and when we do it, our minds are often on other things. We cannot relax and enjoy the nothingness.
The Art of Cry When Mrs Johnson entered Belli's room, she found that he was binding up his thumb. What's the matter with you? she asked. It is because of that hammer. Belli answered. But I didn't hear you cry. Oh, I thought you were not in just now.
The art of living is to know when to hold fast and when to let go. For life is a paradox: it enjoins us to cling to its many gifts even while it ordains their eventual relinquishment. The rabbis of old put it this way: A man comes to this world with