Yucatan's Time Portal "Protect the past, save the future." In the ancient land of Yucatan, Marc Rovers uncovers a portal with the power to traverse time. But when a sinister international syndicate threatens to steal this gateway to the past and future, Marc and his assistant Emma must race against time to stop their obsession for world domination – all while facing off against the likes of Nicola Tesla and Adolf Hitler.
Time Portal: The World of the First Maya is a Guidebook on a journey that contains many startling Facts to show: Where the Maya people started their voyage to the new world in MesoAmericaWho appeared to the natives, built a City, and became a God Why the Maya fashioned Time and the Calendar as circular, not linearWhen settlers and traders from international roots came to live among them in One cultureRead about incredible archaeological discoveries to show that the Maya were adept at using techniques and materials, unknown to the Western world for centuries! Discover briefly, the latter decades of the Maya civilization, before the arrival of the Spaniards! Illustrations by the Author give the reader a sense of what Mayans celebrated, and how they were dressed to impress.
This double volume of the renowned international journal of anthropology and comparative aesthetics includes “Aesthetics’ non-recyclable ground” by Félix Duque; “Seeing through dead eyes” by Jonathan Hay; “The hidden aesthetic of red in the painted tombs of Oaxaca” by Diana Magaloni; “A consideration of the quatrefoil motif in Preclassic Mesoamerica” by Julia Guernsey; “Hunters, Sufis, soldiers, and minstrels” by Cynthia Becker; “Figures fidjiennes” by Marc Rochette; “A sacred landscape” by Rachel Kousser; “Military architecture as a political tool in the Renaissance” by Francesco Benelli; “The icon as performer and as performative utterance” by Marie Gasper-Hulvat; “Image and site” by Jas’ Elsner; “Untimely objects” by Ara H. Merjian; “Max Ernst in Arizona” by Samantha Kavky; “Form as revolt” by Sebastian Zeidler; “Embodiments and art beliefs” by Filippo Fimiani; “The theft of the goddess Amba Mata” by Deborah Stein; and contributions to “Lectures, Documents and Discussions” by Gottfried Semper, Spyros Papapetros, Erwin Panofsky, Megan R. Luke, Francesco Paolo Adorno, and Remo Guidieri.
"Oh, one more thing. Admiral Sam wants to know, if you need back-up." "Great! The more, the merrier." A minute later, Sam appeared next to Debbie, clad in his long cloak and wide brimmed hat and asked, "When does the fun, begin?" Debbie instantly snapped to attention and saluted. "Hold on there, cadet. Don't go military, on me. Relax, we're in the field." Calistus explained, "We have to stop, about two dozen men and two gun boats, before sunup. Su should be sending a large tank of flammable solvent, through a portal, any moment now. But, I haven't seen any guards as of yet." A horizontal portal opened twenty, feet above the water and a large metal tank slipped through unnoticed, and hovered just above the water to close to their position. Calistus sighed and said, "I can't ignite it there, it'll fry us all." "I'm on it," whispered Debbie, eager to show off, for the admiral. As she dove in the water and pushed the container into position. Just then, a pirate poked his head out of one of the gun ships, spotted something moving and hollered, "Who's there?" And began to fire at the tank of flammable solvent, igniting it into a ball of fire. That swiftly spread over the water turning, the inlet into a river of fire. Debbie quickly dove underwater, to avoid getting hit. But she was struck in the side, before she could react. She struggled desperately to stay afloat, and managed to make it to shore, where she collapsed. Calistus hollered, "Sam, let's try and get them in a crossfire!" In minutes, the camp was swarming with pirates, firing at anything that moved. After a ten-minute gun battle, the pirates strapped Debbie's limp body, to a tree and the leader hollered, "Drop your weapons and surrender, or the woman dies!" "Sam, they've got Debbie! Hold your fire!" The two men approached the pirates, with their hands and guns over their heads, Sam whispered, "Protective shields on, weapons on stun, once we reach Debbie, we position ourselves in front of her, to protect her, then, we let 'em have it." As they reached Debbie, the men quickly spun around, Calistus hollered, as he leveled his rifle at the pirates, "I think it's you, who should surrender!" Laughter suddenly broke out, amongst the crowd, mocking Calistus's bold statement. Sam shouted, "Fire!" Blasts of energy streaked through the night rapidly finding their marks as bullets ricocheted off their shields. Once silence reined, Calistus glanced at Sam and inquired, "What's wrong?" "I was hoping for a knockdown, drag out, gun fight. Instead, all we got, was a bunch of wimps!" "Whatever, Sam. Why don't you round them up, before they come to, while I take care of Debbie." Carefully untying her and lying her on the ground, Calistus contacted Moon Base One, "Su, I need you here and fast, cadet Debbie's been injured." Seconds later, Su appeared, then, hollered, as she dove for the ground, firing her pistol "Look out!" A blast of energy struck the would-be assassin, liquefying his body into a yellow-brown ooze, which swiftly seeped into the sand. Su quickly returned, with Debbie. Sam bellowed "A little help, here, if you don't mind!" Having the prisoners tied up, Sam surveyed the pirates and commented "What a motley crew they are. Do you think we'll get any information, out of 'em, Cal?" "Nope! None of them, look like, they have the brains to come up with a strategy, as complex as this. Deb did mention about Norm, who tried to waste her. He's probably their contact." "How are we going to locate one person, in this jungle? " questioned a frustrated Sam. "Sam, you're slipping in your old age. Deb mentioned that she was washed up on the beach after the ship was destroyed. That should be on the other side of the island." Calistus contacted Su and inquired, "Can you contact the nearest coast guard, and inform them about the bunch of pirates, we have tied up. Then, see if you can bounce a signal off one of Earth's satelli
Extensively illustrated with detailed site plans and photographs, this architectural history of the Mexican plaza reveals why this central public space has been the heart of the community from ancient Mesoamerican times until the present.
A dazzling photographic journey, Casa Yucat�n focuses on architectural elements, water spaces, and open-air living in houses both colonial and contemporary, including haciendas and coastal retreats.
The year was 1909, and a youthful Jesse Nusbaum had resigned his teaching position at the Normal School at Las Vegas, New Mexico, and had ridden his “...four-horse-power, twin-cylinder, chain-belt-driven, two-speed Excelsior motorcycle over the rough and rocky Santa Fe Trail route, to enter on July 1 at the Old Palace of the Governors.” He was the first employee of the newly-formed Museum of New Mexico and School of American Archaeology. From that day, Jesse Nusbaum’s life was inextricably bound to Santa Fe: it was he who undertook the remodeling of the Palace of the Governors into a museum; from 1909-1913, it was he who supervised the razing of the old Army barracks at the corner of Palace and Lincoln Avenue I 1916 and also supervised the construction of the Fine Arts Museum on that site; and he was one of the organizers of the Laboratory of Anthropology, Inc., and was its first director when the doors opened in 1930. Additionally, Jesse was one of the foremost Southwestern archeologists, and he was a first-rank photographer, as many of the illustrations in this volume (although reproduced here from less than excellent sources) will attest. For all his other accomplishments, however, Jesse Nusbaum is most closely associated with the Palace of the Governors. In this book, dedicated in memory of her husband, Rosemary Nusbaum has delineated the history of the “Old Palace.” Much has been written elsewhere about that historic structure, but only in this volume can the insight and experiences of Jesse Nusbaum be found. ROSEMARY L. NUSBAUM was born in Marquette, Michigan and graduated from the Baraga High School in that city. In 1929, she received the R.N. degree from the University Hospital in Chicago, Illinois and then worked as a Medical Pathologist for the Eight Corps Area of the Army stationed at Bruns General Hospital in Santa Fe in World War II. She studied sculpture with Eugenie Shonnard and ceramics with Warren Gilbertson in Santa Fe. She was also the author of numerous short stories and poems which appeared in many well-known publications. Ernest Thompson Seton said of her: “She possesses the virtue of intelligence.”
