Sentences with phrase «age out of the memories»

I would like to see educational programs which immerse children into the history of hope in Israel and in the church, showing how visions of a good future grew in every age out of the memories of God's past disclosures to provide anticipations of a coming kingdom.

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In the last two centuries in Europe and America, and within the memory of any middle - aged person, both having children out of wedlock and divorce were relatively rare and subject to strong social censure.

Like this morning, I was just playing a brain - dead (as Pierre calls it because it's not only addictive but it drains your brain juice) online game like Bejeweled, out of the blue all the emotions, thoughts, recent conversations hit me just like that making me smiles and laugh at my childhood memories & fantasies that I have somewhat forgotten; reminding me what it was like to be a child the same age as my daughter.

My suggestion is that if Sanchez can learn that, he has the potential to do it much better than giroud does because he is faster off the mark and can dribble.he's too honest in his running so I disagree with those that think it's the set up of the team that failed him.his movement is still a little naive for the premier league Secondly on the left wide argument.Wenger is jamming attacking midfielder out there so as to provide cover for the defensive midfielder using two box to box battlers.it only makes sense because we have lots of them and it can be effective if well mastered.the catch is sacrificing a winger for the the attacking midfielder.if your memory serves you well you'll remember that artetas downward spiral began when teams noticed he was the hub for our possession and started deploying their number 10 to press him.it's been working for ages and can be used on any defensive midfielder regardless of the size so You'll end up with your much cried for cavarlho, kedihra, bender, schneiderline, and every other one passing sideways and backward because of the pressure so I personally appreciate the innovative move but Again appeal to Ramsey and Wilshire to take their job more serious.

Ultimately, my husband and I spent more time playing the age old game of chase - the - toddler and keeping him out of harm's way than we did watching the actual game, but we made a family memory that will stretch far beyond the final pitch.

To find out more about what underlies the cognitive decline that occurs with ageing, André Fischer of the European Neuroscience Institute in Göttingen, Germany, and colleagues analysed DNA from the brains of both young and old mice that had been set tasks involving learning and memory.

«These findings - and others from the same project which show how important places are for our personal and cultural memories, and for enabling us to stay connected socially - have implications for the way we design for people of all ages, backgrounds and abilities so that going outdoors in younger years becomes a lifelong passion for getting out and about.»

Clearing out the entire immune system, all of its memory and quirks, and restarting it fresh with a new supply of stem cells is a good approach to many of the issues in the aged immune system.

Anyhow, check out his article for the nuts and bolts, but look, the take - away from any of these studies demonizing any natural food (e.g. unprocessed or altered) is that it depends on the age, lifestyle and memory of the participants, who are often asked to recall what they ate not only yesterday but years ago.

Experiments have shown that unsaturated fatty acids inhibit the growth of the human fetus15 and, in the absence of omega - 3 and omega - 6, both short - term and long - term memory of the fetus are improved.16 In a 2016 study, Taiwanese scientists reported that «essential» unsaturated fats from fish oil (omega - 3) are toxic to the aging brain, 17 and as it turns out: fish oil isn't even good for fish!

So we set out to create a line of sandals that could be all that: gorgeous, easy, timeless styles that get better with age, and collect memories along the way.

This new love floods Oliver with memories of his father who - following 44 years of marriage - came out of the closet at age 75 to live a full, energized, and wonderfully tumultuous gay life.

was surprised just how good this film is.The humour and pathos of this film is quite moving.There is no - one remotely attractive in the cast, it is full of strange looking redneck Americans living in semi wilderness.Everyone is poverty stricken.The sadness of old age is there, as is the regrets of past memories, and the desperation of the son to heal the wounds of his father's past life.The acting is brilliant even with the bit part actors with the sunburnt aged faces.The fathers grumpy reticence is counters by his truculent wife, who never has a good word for anybody with her vicious put downs, which is at times laugh out loud funny.A funny sad and moving film about the sheer desperate meanderings of life and old age.

With skilful craft in recreating an age almost out of memory, it has a unique honesty to it that is far more interested in the individual figures involved than flag - waving patriotism.

This new love floods Oliver with memories of his father who — following 44 years of marriage — came out of the closet at age 75 to live a full, energised, and wonderfully tumultuous gay life.

Writer & Director: Mike Mills When Oliver (Ewan McGregor) meets the irreverent and unpredictable Anna (Mélanie Laurent) only months after his father Hal (Christopher Plummer) has passed away, this new love floods Oliver with memories of his father who — following 44 years of marriage — came out of the closet at age 75 to live a full, energized, and wonderfully tumultuous gay life.

When she starts aging and losing her memory, the situation brings out a compassionate and caring side of Miranda.

Kirsty Duggins, age 12, of Smith's Wood Sports College, Solihull, came out on top in a public vote on the website of competition organisers Everywhere Travel for her dream holiday write up on Centre Parcs — which was based on childhood memories from her first visit as a toddler.

In the tests, 40 pupils aged 10 and 11 carried out a number of memory tests in a room filled with the aroma of rosemary.

I'm not removing any stars because of how badly MGS2 aged, just stating don't dive in on this collection just for MGS2, it might shock you out of those good fuzzy and warm memories of that game.

2000 Luci in Galleria, da Warhol al 2000, Galleria Gian Enzo Sperone, Turin, Italy Grant Selwyn Fine Art, New York Peter Halley / Alex Katz / Sherrie Levine, Galerie Wilma Tolksdorf, Frankfurt am Main Glee: Painting Now, Palm Beach Institute of Contemporary Art, Lake Worth, FL; Aldrich Museum of Contemporary Art, Ridgefield, CT (catalogue) Around 1984: A Look at Art in the Eighties, MoMA P.S. 1, Long Island City, NY (catalogue) New Prints 2000, International Print Center, New York Flights of the Málaga Collection, Fundacion la Caixa, Málaga, Spain Hard Pressed: 600 Years of Prints and Process, AXA Gallery, New York (catalogue) Universal Abstraction 2000, Jan Weiner Gallery, Kansas City, MO Perfidy: Surviving Modernism, Kettle's Yard, Cambridge, UK Wall Works, Edition Schellmann, Munich From Albers to Paik: Works of the DaimlerChrysler Collection, Kunst Zürich, Zurich Age of Influence: Reflections in the Mirror of American Culture, Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago Collectors: The Collection of Fondation Cartier for Contemporary Art, Palazzo Delle Papesse, Siena, Italy Bit by Bit: Painting & Digital Culture, Numark Gallery, Washington, DC American Art: The Last Decade, Loggetta Lombardesca, Ravenna, Italy (catalogue) Out of Order: Mapping Social Space, CU Art Galleries, University of Colorado at Boulder, Boulder, CO; travelled to Carleton College Art Gallery, Northfield, MN; Pittsburgh Center for the Arts, PA; Atlanta Contemporary Art Center, GA; Santa Barbara Contemporary Art Forum, CA (catalogue) Inka Essenhigh / Peter Halley, Mary Boone Gallery, New York Architecture & Memory, Lawrence Rubin, Greenberg Van Doren Fine Art, New York Sandra Gering Gallery, New York

, 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,

IT MAY SEEM RETARDATAIRE, but I'd like to have an intimate, lifelong relationship with an artwork, becoming so familiar with it that the effects of aging stand out against my memories of our initial acquaintance.