Sentences with phrase «if powerful wind»

If powerful wind currents blow east from Africa, for example, they can pull heat from the ocean into the atmosphere, while also triggering evaporation.

Not exact matches

The other side of the picture, and at the moment the far more important side, is that, while there have been real wounds, there are today powerful men in our country who specialize in reopening those wounds, not to help them to heal more completely, but for quite other purposes — to gain a partisan political advantage or to secure personal publicity; but most often in order to discredit by insinuation, if not by direct charges, all who believe in some changes in the economic order.

Hell, you could interpret the wind as an all powerful voice and you could get a bunch of people to follow as if it were some sort of religion.

But the mechanics of a coup are tricky, and you can't beat a still powerful - if wounded - someone with no one.

If such winds didn't exist or were less powerful, we would see far more stars in big galaxies than we actually do.»

So, Sara said, «I decided to see if I could design something to protect strap - free homes from powerful winds.»

Beyond the winding road If the RS 5 impresses rather than overawes in the driving then the package surrounding that essential function is a powerful redeeming argument.

If homeowners affected by Hurricane Irene or its less powerful incarnation, Tropical Storm Irene, experienced wind and flood damage, they could be in for a rude awakening when they file insurance... more

If you find combat too slow, switch to the dual blades to launch a slew of fast but weak attacks, or if you aren't afraid to leave yourself exposed as you wind up for slow but powerful swings, take the great sword out for a spiIf you find combat too slow, switch to the dual blades to launch a slew of fast but weak attacks, or if you aren't afraid to leave yourself exposed as you wind up for slow but powerful swings, take the great sword out for a spiif you aren't afraid to leave yourself exposed as you wind up for slow but powerful swings, take the great sword out for a spin.

If Gau then used the Stray Cat rage, then he would perform four powerful attacks, each of which had a random chance of using Wind Slash.

, 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,

If Goldacre really wants to stick his neck out, why doesn't he try arguing against a rich, powerful, bullying Climate - Change establishment which includes all three British main political parties, the National Academy of Sciences, the Royal Society, the Prince of Wales, the Prime Minister, the President of the USA, the EU, the UN, most schools and universities, the BBC, most of the print media, the Australian Government, the New Zealand Government, CNBC, ABC, the New York Times, Goldman Sachs, Deutsche Bank, most of the rest of the City, the wind farm industry, all the Big Oil companies, any number of rich charitable foundations, the Church of England and so on?

It's as if politics, the desire for power, and the influence of powerful interests would each suddenly disappear were only we to spend enough dollars on wind technology as a «white» alternative to the black magic of oil.

The manufacture, assembly and transportation of wind turbines is already expensive and requires special machinery to handle the large loads, but if we want to produce more power from wind, making larger and more powerful turbines is necessary.

If we let network innovation slip, we could wind up with a bunch of very powerful services that have nowhere to go.