![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Others examining the planet, Kelvin learns, are plagued with their own repressed and newly corporeal memories. When Kris Kelvin arrives at the planet Solaris to study the ocean that covers its surface, he finds a painful, hitherto unconscious memory embodied in the living physical likeness of a long-dead lover. Telling of humanity's encounter with an alien intelligence on the planet Solaris, the 1961 novel is a cult classic, exploring the ultimate futility of attempting to communicate with extra-terrestrial life. The cult-classic by Stanislaw Lem that spawned the movie is now available for your Kindle! Until now the only English edition was a 1970 version, which was translated from French and which Lem himself described as a "poor translation." This wonderful new English translation (by Bill Johnston) of Lem's classic Solaris is a must-have for fans of Lem's classic novel. ![]()
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![]() The entire process was done in just 14 days, with only four public performances in a Phinney Ridge backyard. ![]() Mike Lion directed this "tra-daptation," treating the Chekhov text playfully and including sections of the original Russian. In September 2017, Dacha produced The Seagull by Anton Chekhov in a very familiar setting – an early autumn evening in a Phinney Ridge backyard. ![]() We combined parts of existing translations, our own translation, bits of the original Russian text, and new whimsical additions to create a “tra-daptation” of Chekhov’s Chaika. the (still curiously Russian-named) characters of The Seagull have. A young artist stages an experimental production in his backyard, a famous Russian actress visits her family in provincial America, and everyone is in love with each other.įor the first show in our second season, Dacha returned to our roots with a multilingual, backyard take on The Seagull by Anton Chekhov. The Seagull at Bridge House Theatre sees Luke Adamsons adaptation bring out both the. ![]() ![]() Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. When the goat pasture is plagued with a foul stench, the Princess in Black and her friends must take on a stinky beast. Short Summary Something smells like troubleand it’s up to this superhero princess and her friends to defeat the monstrous stink. ![]() But every time the Princess in Black and her friend the Goat Avenger manage to get rid of the odor, they accidentally blow it to another kingdom! Other masked heroes and their trusty companions show up to help, but how do you battle a stench when your ninja moves fail? Fans with a nose for slapstick will be tickled to see the six stalwart friends join their wits to take on an impossibly beastly stink. A foul cloud is plaguing the goat pasture, and it smells worse than a pile of dirty diapers or a trash can on a hot summer day. ![]() Something smells like trouble! Can five princess heroes and one Goat Avenger pool their talents to vanquish a monstrous stink? The Princess in Black is in a very stinky situation. ![]() ![]() ![]() Sometimes he would give them a brief flash of what glory lay beneath the gauzy material so they could see it was all real, but too often someone wanted more than a peek. He had to be careful since some of them tried to grab his cock or his ass. The darkness helped him avoid eye contact with his worshipers holding up dollar bills and larger currency in their hands, wanting to slip them into the thin elastic band of his thong. The colored beams of light piercing the darkness, moving back and forth, illuminated small areas of the bar for a split second, exposing a mass of men bumping and grinding to the beat of the music. It made it easier to ignore the shouts and calls from the men crowded around the platform where he was dancing. Joel couldn’t hear a damn thing over the deafening thump-thump of the club mix booming over the speakers and that was fine with him. ![]() ![]() ![]() Yet his account of his role - of the role of his own imagination - in the Escapist's birth, like all of his best fabulations, rang true. It was also a question of transformation." The truth was that, as a kid, Sammy had only a casual interest, at best, in Harry Houdini and his legendary feats his great heroes were Nikola Tesla, Louis Pasteur, and Jack London. It was called 'Metamorphosis.' It was never just a question of escape. ![]() ![]() Houdini's first magic act, you know, back when he was just getting started. "You weren't the same person when you came out as when you went in. "To me, Clark Kent in a phone booth and Houdini in a packing crate, they were one and the same thing," he would learnedly expound at WonderCon or Angouleme or to the editor of The Comics Journal. I n later years, holding forth to an interviewer or to an audience of aging fans at a comic book convention, Sam Clay liked to declare, apropos of his and Joe Kavalier's greatest creation, that back when he was a boy, sealed and hog-tied inside the airtight vessel known as Brooklyn, New York, he had been haunted by dreams of Harry Houdini. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Once I post off your order, I have no control over how long it takes to arrive to you. Please note that order processing times and shipping times are two separate things. This is a reverse harem novel, meaning the main character has more than one love interest. HATE is a full length mature college/new adult romance with enemies-to-lovers/love-hate themes. How very convenient that someone just moved into the bedroom down the hall from me.Īrcher D’Ath and his boys messed with the wrong chick and they’re about to learn just how cold Madison Kate’s hate can run. Someone is going to catch the full force of my hate. Someone is going to pay for derailing my carefully laid out future. But I was set up.Īfter being charged with a string of offences-and made an example of by my political minded father-I’m eventually released back into Shadow Grove with one thing on my mind. Those words changed my life, and not for the better. “Madison Kate Danvers was murdered tonight.” Important Info: If you read Vault before the Hades series it WILL SPOIL it for you. ![]() ![]() ![]() We feed our daughter tricolore baby pasta from the Peter Rabbit's Organics. The other was Little Red Riding Hood, in which we are asked to believe that the big bad wolf is scared off by the mere arrival of the girl's dad, and that granny and granddaughter emerge from their hiding place under the bed for an intergenerational group hug.Īlready our house teems with Potter merchandise. ![]() One was Jack and the Beanstalk, whose narrative has been shrunk into a shocking apologia for theft. First came two terrible, sanitised reworkings of fairytales in the Ladybird touch-and-feel library that made me suspicious of what moral agendas lay beneath. ![]() It's been a weird re-initiation into children's literature. I came back to Beatrix Potter only recently, when reading to my 15-month-old daughter. Mr McCracken Peck seems to have forgotten, for instance, that Squirrel Nutkin is reduced to a gibbering wreck by the final page, hurling sticks at anyone who asks him how he lost his bushy tail (the reader knows: it was snipped off by Old Brown Owl). I have just one problem with that - the idea that Potter's world is in any way comforting. ![]() ![]() ![]() There were a lot of dead bodies strewn about. One of his friends told him after their first unsuccessful attempt to obtain a coffin. He'd had to find a coffin, which was surprisingly difficult in the middle of a war. How could he face his aunt and uncle, delivering to them their dead son?Īs if all that hadn't been enough, it was damned hard to move a body from France to England to Ireland. Not just because his heart had broken anew with every mile, and not even because he'd dreaded his arrival at home. ![]() The last time he had been home was to bring back Arthur's body. Jack pinched his lips together, and then he pinched his eyes shut. Even, he supposed, if that land was Ireland. It was just that it all felt so morbid, skimming atop his father's grave. It was not that he feared for his own safety. It was a gentle voyage this time, although that did little to comfort him. ![]() He could not be on the water and not look out. He wondered if the unease would ever leave him, if he would someday be able to look down at the dark, swirling waters below and not think of his father slipping beneath the surface, meeting his death.Įven before he had met the Cavendishes, when his father was just a wispy figment in his mind, he'd disliked this crossing.Īnd yet here he stood. ![]() This was not the first time Jack had crossed the Irish Sea. ![]() ![]() If I didn’t have weights, I’d simply be doing a hell of a lot of push-ups, running, shadow boxing, ab work, etc. Running, jump rope, heavy bag, push ups, pull-ups, whatever. ![]() I’m not that young anymore.Īctive rest (walk, exercise bike, light running) I find that I feel better all day if I workout first thing. As usual, I do most of my weight lifting in the early morning before work (and before the family gets up). Actually, this is fairly typical for me when I do have access to a gym. Here is a typical week for me now that I don’t have access to a gym. The rest fits in a tiny room, which you will see below. Now, although it seems like the equipment might take up a lot of space, it really doesn’t. I have a decent amount of equipment I’ve picked up over the years, but you don’t need a lot (or any) to get in a good workout. So, I decided to sketch out what I’m doing most days to stay in shape. That’s understandable considering the stress surrounding the Coronavirus and the fact gyms are closed. ![]() I have seen a lot of posts from people claiming they are eating a lot and gaining weight. Additionally, I keep from going stir crazy by staying active. I don’t have Netflix, but I’m more than busy enough with working, keeping my kid educated/entertained, and writing (when possible). I see people are binge watching lots of television series. ![]() The memes being posted on social media are hilarious, so we’ve got that. ![]() Social distancing and wondering when and how this will end. ![]() ![]() When a tree branch finally falls on the house, causing a fire, the house frantically tries to ward it off, throwing all of its systems into overdrive to fight the fire to no avail. ![]() From the way voices direct the family’s every step, the reader begins to suspect that the house has some kind of obsession with control and order. When the dog dies, the house callously sweeps its remains into an incinerator. It handles the dog brusquely and seems more concerned with cleaning the mud it tracks in than with tending to the dog’s needs. When the dog appears, the reader sees a new, darker side of the house. ![]() ![]() From the description of how the house shoos away animals, the reader even gets the sense that the house is prudish. It also appears to be industrious when it goes through the motions of getting everyone ready. It seems affectionate, since it misses the family. At first the house demonstrates more docile features of its personality. The house’s character traits are embodied by the different machines inside it (some of which feature so prominently that they can be considered characters in their own right, such as the clock, the robot mice, and the voice reading poetry). Despite being inhuman, it has a complex personality. The house-an artificially intelligent, automated machine-is the main character of the story. ![]() |