Sentences with phrase «backing out of small spaces»

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Blind was equally of most value, if not crucial, when out of possession as he would instigate Ajax's pressing game (or «pressure play»): making the pitch as small as possible (compressing and closing down all space), enabling them to retain possession and win the ball back, at times, mercilessly — more often than not by provoking their opponents into making a mistake.

Seems like an odd point, but Eliza had the Fisher Price rainforest gym which is a lot bigger and I was kind of dreading getting it back out (it was fine at the time as we had a giant open - plan living space, but in the new house our front room is a lot smaller).

When he moved back to Tokyo in 1977 to the lab of Yasuhiro Anraku, Ohsumi continued with his new study subject, but worked on transport systems that moved small molecules like amino acids and calcium into and out of the yeast version of the lysosome (idiosyncratically known by yeast biologists as the vacuole — which means «empty space»).

As mentioned above, the 4:3 aspect ratio is a design decision Apple made that can not be changed by the user, the screen quality doesn't match that of the Nexus 7, Kindle HD or the full size iPads, and storage space is limited on the device to account for its smaller size (iCloud, Apple's cloud storage service, can help with this), and the back plate scratching issues are similar to the ones that came out when the iPhone 5 was released.

it came with an attached wheel that was way too small and bent his back backwards and pulled his fur out leaving a bald spot, a useless treat ball that sat on top of the cage, which was supposed to release a treat down a spiral tube when he pushed on it, but it just took up more space, leaving him scarcely enough room to walk around.

Leaving Gili Asahan and back on the mainland there are small home - stays and private accommodations spaced out along the road to Bangko - Bangko — known as Desert Point and the surfing Mecca for those in the know — located on the far southwest tip of Lombok.

The Lisson was then a small place, on the scale of a London house, with a number of white - painted rooms and an additional space built at the back out of unpainted breeze blocks.

The exhibition brings together a film, which is installed in the blacked - out space of the main gallery at a scale that fills the viewer's optical range, and new lightboxes, which illuminate the small back gallery with an eerie deep - blue aura.

Whatever the reason, a secondary living space is pretty useful; in the case of this San Francisco residence, architect Christi Azevedo of Azevedo Design renovated a small, derelict brick building out back into a modern guest house.

You made beautiful use of the small space — and I love how the back wall turned out where you replaced that strange shelf with storage and a serving counter.

At the back of the garden, a fabulous ornate mirror stands out against its grass wall mount and is key to the look, creating a visual link to the chair and increasing the sense of space and light in the small enclosed area.

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.

Last year for my bunco club Christmas party, we were to wrap our gift as special as possible, I found a small old book with a charming green cover, I glued half of the pages together in the front, and the back half together as well, I took a craft knife and cut out a space big enough to fit a book store gift card in.