Sentences with phrase «end tomorrow evening»

Speaking of Btone, I'm subbing in the North End tomorrow evening 6:20 & 7:15 and there are a couple machines still open — come burn it out with me!

A pitch inspection at Stevenage today (Monday 11 December) has deemed the Lamex Stadium surface unplayable for our FA Youth Cup third round tie with Preston North End tomorrow evening (Tuesday), owing to the adverse weather conditions in recent days.

Not exact matches

In this vast cosmos, such as science knows it, we humans (even as an entire race, from beginning to end) are barely a speck in silent space, unimportant, less enduring than galaxies and stars» less so even than many plants, insects, and viruses» here today like the grass of the field, tomorrow gone.

I didn't even add the cilantro or quinoa at the end (forgot), but will do that tomorrow when I start working through the leftovers.

The Gunners haven't simply become a bad team at the end of October, as has happened in previous seasons, but three successive draws have made the fans become a little jittery, which makes a win in tomorrow's game even more imperative.

We can judge the transfer window TOMORROW NIGHT and no team, even City or Madrid have any divine right to win games (see week end results).

The FA Cup quarter final draw will be made tomorrow evening by England manager Roy Hodgson and Tom Finney's son, Brian, as the tournament moves towards it's business - end.

Mikel Arteta was probably supposed to be a backup option too, before he got upgraded to a panic buy, and even if Arsenal snap up Flamini tomorrow he may find his status retroactively upgraded should Wenger find himself unable to recruit further reinforcements at the end of the window.

I have always been behind Arsene Wenger but think the situation is serious enough now with the lack of confidence growing with the fans, and maybe even with the players who don't see to give of their best anymore, that it would be better all round for him to leave Arsenal at the end of the season, or even before should the unthinkable happen and we lose to Sutton tomorrow.

Tomorrow, June 21, the MFA in partnership with the Epicenter Community opens its doors for a free evening of creativity and community to honor Juneteenth, which commemorates the end of slavery in the US.

You'll notice that Skelos is considerable more definitive than Silver about getting a «conceptual» budget deal — and perhaps even more — by tomorrow, saying he plans to keep his members in Albany through the end of the week even though there's no scheduled session.

Indeed, even if we ended all emissions tomorrow, additional warming is on the way thanks to the momentum built into the earth's intricate climate system.

Women, we will hyper analyze, project a relationship before the end of the evening, and chat about it with our girlfriends before tomorrow morning if we think there's some potential.

Ditto the submarine - set finale, which evokes an even stronger sense of déjà vu considering that the last Bond film, Tomorrow Never Dies, also ended in the water.

With the world ending tomorrow and no word on the DLC, it's understandable that people wanted to know if the DLC is even in development before the imminent doom arrives.

Epic Games has confirmed that the Infinity Gauntlet Limited Time Mashup even in Fortnite will be ending tomorrow, May 15.

Editor of TeleRead Interview starts at 11:26 and ends at 37:11 Even if all the publishers remove DRM from every eBook they sell tomorrow, I would bet the vast majority of Amazon Kindle customers would go right on being Amazon Kindle customers, just because it's so easy to tap the button and start reading the book.

Indeed, even if it were certain that the world would end tomorrow, it is likely that some speculators would continue to trade securities based on what they thought the market would do today.

As you probably have heard by now (unless you live under a rock and even then you should know if you're on the net), the world may or may not end tomorrow.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

One recent study found that the average global temperature would rise another 3.2 ° by the end of the century even if human carbon emissions dropped to zero tomorrow, a scenario that is, of course, extremely unlikely.

Even if the warming plateau stops tomorrow and ramps up like it did at the end of the 20th c., the correctly filtered data would only be 38 mK more that the incorrectly applied F3 in the poster.

Tomorrow, it switches to those ending with even numbers.

Tomorrow will be different, I will continue to fight this battle that I pray will end some day and I pray even more that my children will not be damaged more so due to my decision to leave.

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I won't be linking up until Tuesday evening due to the ongoing Power of Words series I committed to and ends tomorrow.