Word: manness
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...gravity of Jobs' condition. It's only natural that Apple's fans would fret: in Silicon Valley, Jobs is a mock-turtleneck-clad deity, a leader synonymous with his company's brand - and its success. But analysts believe Apple will be in good hands while the CEO convalesces. The man stepping into Jobs' New Balance sneakers, chief operating officer Tim Cook, is viewed as a brainy and capable leader who has has long helped steer Apple's ship behind the scenes...
This question has occupied many scientists. Darwin wrote a long, highly entertaining 1872 book, The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals, that came to the conclusion - unsurprising, given the author - that the universality of facial expressions owed to their evolutionary origin...
...paints landscapes and houses, the outside and inside of the world where man lives. Across these carefully recorded scenes, he shows the track, the flicker, the expression of life, even if the living object has long since departed-the print of a heron on the sand, the feeling that a crow flew by, the sea shells lined up in an empty room on a woman's whim. Millions are touched by these intimations, faint but intense; they are touched in their sense of mortality, and they count Andrew Wyeth an incomparable painter...
...wrong people for the wrong reasons. "Ooooo!" he mocks, "Mr. Wyeth, such a bee-o-o-ooootiful cow!" Says he: "I'm a pure abstractionist in my thought. I'm no more like a realist, such as Eakins or Copley, than I'm like the man in the moon." Wyeth is neither a slave to the faithful detailing of nature, as were Courbet and Manet, nor a scientific observer of light and atmosphere, as were the impressionists. "I want more than half the story," he says. "There are some people who like my work because they...
...sketched countless pencil studies of tiny seed pods as fragilely faceted as snowflakes, made exquisite drybrush watercolors* of bees' honeycombs in winter. Thus he scratches at the mask of nature, attempts by imitation to expose her identity. For Wyeth well knows now one poignant tragedy of man: that he can never know all his world before it vanishes from his sight...