Sentences with phrase «about failing connections»

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Sometimes they get so caught up in their heads about what to do, what to say, and how to act that they fail to make an authentic connection.

being in the movie for about four minutes at most, the gayle speed dating too cool is pointless and fails to display any connection to her son.

Having essentially nothing to do with the movie, save for clips that are awkwardly woven in a failed attempt to establish a connection, this featurette interviews randomly selected self - proclaimed psychics who talk about their «gift» for summoning the paranormal.

Logan (Hugh Jackman, Kate & Leopold, Swordfish) is back after a failed attempt to discover something about his past, only to find that he and Stryker share some connection in the past.

When teachers clearly tell students about the powerful role that effort — as opposed to purely natural intelligence — plays in getting high grades, and show students that they themselves can build stronger neural connections through applying themselves to learning, even chronically failing students start to work harder and do better.

I know about that experimental procedure, but fail to see the connection, or the effect of better weight - bearing by the radius on the anconeal process.

This connection is frequently overlooked, most likely because of the tendency to ignore the relationship between early videogames and the tabletop games that lead to them — Francis Spufford offers a detailed account of the Elite design process in his book Backroom Boys, yet never mentions tabletop role - playing games at all and, writing for the Telegraph, Adam Lusher dubs Elite «the game that changed the world» but once again fails to understand how this came about as the conservation of player practices from tabletop role - playing games.

It can tell them about triples, but it's not telling them how the catalog will work if their Internet connection fails.

I recall one conversation with an international executive who waved her hand in a regal but dismissive manner as she said that she had heard more than enough about content — what was needed she explained to me was more revenue, not content, completely failing to make the connection between the two.

Progress is saved in the system, so you need not worry about your child getting interrupted by a failing Internet connection or by having to come down for dinner.

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.