Sentences with phrase «like decibel»

The graphics are paired with plenty of explanatory text that defines key terms, like decibel and biomass, and snappy collage illustrations of some creatures.

You simply sit in a gorgeous restaurant, sip tea, eat finger sandwiches, and throw your head back as you laugh at a lady - like decibel.

Bels, like decibels, range from 0 - 13.

Not exact matches

The scoutingreport on Maryland Coach Lefty Driesell is that he's lost half a step in hispursuit of referees, that his scalp looks more like Yul Brynner «s eachweek, that he's toned down a couple of decibels and that he's even begun tomellow out.

They might even have a little decibel meter on the screen like they did in the NFC Championship, when the Seahawks fans didn't come close to getting as loud as they've been in the past.

(Much like high decibel sounds can only be heard by dogs...)

The Town Board said it would be difficult to set decibel limits that would work for the entire town, which includes dense areas like Barclay Heights and very rural areas.

When they next measured responses in the auditory regions of the brain, a more sensitive test, the mice responded to much quieter sounds: 19 of 25 mice heard sounds quieter than 80 decibels, and a few could heard sounds as soft as 25 - 30 decibels, like normal mice.

One rooster's crows reached more than 143 decibels, which is more like standing in the middle of an active aircraft carrier.

Despite this, he does see apps like Tinder and Happn as «a threat», making reference to the «high decibel campaign» Happn is currently running in the market.

It's played broad, which is to say that everyone acts like they're being defibrillated every five minutes, leading to a lot of high - decibel screeching and running around in circles.

I feel like my senses have dulled over the years; I'm not hearing the same decibels, the colours don't seem as bright and vibrant.

JE: In terms of equipment then, was it just standard equipment to measure decibels and things like that, or was it quite complex?

But even though the 1.6 - liter V - 6 does sound vaguely like the engine in Mr. Hamilton's company car when revved, it normally settles on a lower rung of the decibel ladder and blipping the throttle doesn't automatically trigger a rain of paint chips from the ceiling.

Burbling at idle or at low revs it sounds like the archetypal American V8, only a few decibels louder.

A deep roar segues into a howling mid-range bellow that rises in pitch and decibels until you slam another gear home — which is exactly how it feels if you are in Corsa mode: like you've been hit on the back of the head with a giant table - tennis bat.

Almost like semaphore flags, designed with enough graphic decibels to be read across miles of sea, they assertively pit blue against yellow, red against black for maximum contrast and legibility.

It has absolutely none of the benefits of a regular bike, spitting out 140 decibels of noise and consuming a lot of kerosene, but goes like a bat out of hell.

Many similar compact gaming systems, from dedicated gaming laptops to high - end compact desktops like the Origin Chronos, break 50 decibels under load.

For those of you who like seeing your cellular networks strength in decibel - milliwatts (dBm), you're not going to be happy.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.