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Santos Dumont - The Father of Aviation II, 2009. Oil on canvas, 7 x 156 in.
Portrait of Lady Mary Guildford, 2006. Oil on canvas, 6 x 5 ft.
Encourage Good Manners and Politeness; Brighten Up Your Surroundings, 2007. Oil and enamel on canvas, 5 x 5 ft.
Count Potocki, 2008. Oil on canvas, 9 x 9 ft.







The All Whites finished the group stage with their third consecutive draw, this time 0-0 with group leader Paraguay. Unfortunately, it was not enough to see them through to the round of 16. It was a valiant run, with dramatic goals throughout and consistently staunch defense. Look for New Zealand in 2014...






New Zealand continue to shock the football world, drawing today with Italy, 1-1. The All Whites used an early goal and a complete defensive effort to keep the Azzurri pinned down. Their second consecutive World Cup draw puts them very much in the thick of things in their group. Next up for the All Whites are group leaders Paraguay.

An older offering from Yuketen, these are still one of the best-looking takes on a prep school essential.
The Zuse toaster from Inseq Design is not appearing on this blog only because it can recognize the presence of bread and then burn designs into it using matrix printer technology. No. The real reason is that the owner of this particular toaster chose to design and toast the likeness of perennial "Amazing Beards" favorite Ernest Hemingway. Clearly, Ernest is either in the midst of speaking out of the side of his mouth or exhaling cigar smoke.
INT. LIBRARY. NIGHT.
Eli stands at a podium reading from a book to a crowded audience. A telegram marked “Ship to Shore” is tucked into his coat pocket. His voice is quietly dramatic.
ELI
The crickets and the rust-beetles
scuttled among the nettles of the
sagethicket. Vamanos, amigos, he
whispered, and threw the busted leather
flintscraw over the loose weave of the
saddlecock. And they rode on in the
friscalating dusklight.
Eli looks up. He closes his book. The audience applauds uproariously.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Eli was an assistant professor of
English Literature at Brooks College.
The recent publication of his second
novel --
INSERT:
A copy of Eli Cash’s latest book, Old Custer. On the dust jacket there is an illustration of an Indian in warpaint with a long, bloody knife clasped between his teeth and a yellow scalp hanging from his hand.
INT. LOBBY. NIGHT.
Eli walks among the card catalogues surrounded by a crowd of admirers.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
-- had earned him a sudden, unexpected
literary celebrity.
CUT TO:
Eli standing near the circulation desk with a group of professors drinking cocktails.
ELI
Well, everyone knows Custer died at
Little Bighorn. What this book
presupposes is:
(tentatively)
maybe he didn’t?
Eli shrugs and smiles.
CUT TO:
Eli placing a call from a pay phone in the lobby. He unfolds a newspaper clipping and looks at it while he waits. He says suddenly into the receiver:
ELI (CONT’D)
Let me ask you something. Why would a
reviewer make the point of saying
someone’s not a genius? I mean, do you
think I’m especially not a genius?
Isn’t that –
Someone gives Eli a book to sign. He scribbles his name on it and hands it back without looking. He says sadly:
ELI (CONT’D)
You didn’t even have to think about it,
did you?