Sentences with phrase «crackles like»

Hit the rev limiter, and you're rewarded with pops and crackles like a pit - lane limiter.

The USP of the F - Type is its crazy sound while accelerating and even more satisfying when you lift the throttle and you hear a series of crackles like it's Diwali time.

The trans has eco (with stop / start), sport and manual modes, and in sport and / or manual the engine pops and crackles like a rally car, which is very cool.

It's a superb engine and even when running on part throttle it rumbles and crackles like distant thunder and lightning.

On a closed throttle it pops and crackles like a highly - tuned Caterham.

The trailer for Deception (20th Century Fox, April 25), formerly titled The Tourist, is online and in theaters, pegged to this weekend's Shutter, and it crackles like nicely made genre fare should.

WOW, I heard pops, and crackles like things were opening up!!

That's why movies like Assassination of a High School President, Elephant or even the crowd pleasing Heathers are such an attraction to me; it's the visceral, evocative explorations into the pain of what it's like to be a teen and misunderstood as hormones crackle like sparklers.

While the ECU logs out byte by byte, crackling like a dozen scrunched - up packets of chips, the steering - wheel monitor tells us that the range dropped from 295 to 167 miles after only five laps, while the state of charge fell from 100 percent to 55 percent.

He did these little tricks all the time for the elderly folks who came to play bingo or do chair aerobics or watch old black - and - white movies with soundtracks that crackled like flame.

January was a two - faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.

To me, Kindle is like the first Black and White TV that showed up in living rooms, the kind that streaked like a zebra in motion and crackled like a kid's walkie - talkie, the kind that required antennae - fiddling to get a clear picture and decent sound, the kind that families increasingly bought and sat around.

The amuse - bouche: shards of cumin flatbread to dip into tuna - infused Chantilly, then into a ramekin of dehydrated shrimp that crackle like Rice Krispies upon contact with the cream.

, 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,

Not exact matches

Clearly, music as well as sonic cues have been used in marketing for decades, from the snap - crackle - pop of Rice Krispies and the fizz of Coca - Cola to the jungle - like rainfall heard before produce is misted at the grocery store.

Nothing says summer like the laughter and memories shared around a crackling campfire.

It is frequently remarked that the face of the pro-life movement is a youthful one, and that the March crackles with adolescent and child energy like no other demonstration of our day.

He writes that the «sensuous aspects of his faith — the familiar fundamentalist hymns, the voices of small - town preachers crackling through his AM radio, the «thunderous, rhythmic word pounding the Spirit of God» — bound him, far more than dogma did, «like a slip knot, loosely but decisively to my religious place.»

wow that sounds fun — never heard of kookaburras but am curious about what it is because sounds aussie (looks a bit like chocolate crackles).

The crackle comes from uncooked millet, a seed that can be cooked like a grain in pilafs, but here is left crunchy.

If you often make shredded chicken and chicken stock like I do, making chicken cracklings is a great way to use the...

I really like that she eats chicken skin and pork crackling and even cooks with bacon lard coconut oil and ghee.

It was absolutely no kind of birthday celebration at all if chocolate crackles weren't on the table, but being a wholefoods lover these days I looked back over that recipe and cringed... copha (hydrogenated coconut oil, which is basically a couple of steps away from being a plastic), rice bubbles (would you like some puffed white rice with your sugar?!)

Flavors that sound like the crackling of a wood fire or the rustling of leaves.

I imagine a holiday with Victorian carolers strolling snow - covered cobbled streets, a cozy Cotswold cottage lit with candles and scented with crackling roast goose and steamy figgy pudding, pulling Christmas crackers with family and friends around the table, and nibbling treats like these very British Eccles cakes.

For small cookies like I made, drop the dough on the prepared baking sheet a teaspoon at a time, sprinkling with a bit of Fleur de Sel and baking for about 9 minutes or until crackled and set.

Crackled and rustic vs. smooth and pound - cake - like.

If you like that extra crackle, this is how to achieve it.

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The occasional crackle of wireless interference sounds like a clock - radio alarm picking up the radio waves from a cell phone and leads one to wonder what it would take to crash the Tesla Model S computer — and then the car.

Forget about infinitesimal error rates like one in a trillion; the transistors in Neurogrid will crackle with noise, misfiring at rates as high as 1 in 10.

As Patel ponders this question — and others like it — the MRI scans his brain, revealing crackling clusters of neurons.

If you'd like to look for exoplanets by studying stellar variability or as she said, «flicker, jitter, and crackle» be sure to check out http://www.planethunters.org/.

Every tangle sounded like a WHOOSH instead of a SNAP CRACKLE POP.

I like mine with a golden hue and a slight crunch and crackle when I bite into it.

, plagued by sporadic bouts of gastrointestinal distress, and with a set of knees that snap, crackle, and pop like an octogenarian, I needed to find out if this stuff was legit.

Read on for easy, natural decorating ideas using fall leaves, fresh produce, and farm - stand flowers, plus some simple pleasures to savor like sipping hot apple cider by a crackling fire...

What I like about the spatchcocking and low - ish temperature is the way the skin stays crackling crisp at the same time the meat is perfectly cooked, and juicy.

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I mean, I like the look in general; I always get compliments on crackle polish whenever I wear one out, and I like how unpredictable it is and how two nails never look exactly the same.

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I was originally going to distress the black paint by gently sanding it or going over it with crackle paint, but I decided I liked the finished look as is and decided not to do anything else.

The crackled leather finish of this pair makes them more wearable and less futuristic than other silver styles I've seen & I like that the heel is a substantial width.

It looks great for about an hour and then the finish starts to look like crackle paint.

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There was some kind of funky varnish on the laminate that was only on the doors that crackled and flaked off like crazy after I painted it!

Ready to curl up on my couch, sip hot coco, turn on the crackling yule log channel and listen to Xmas music like it's my job!

That I haven't used in awhile like the feather polish and my crackle polish.

The crackle of the fire is music to my ears just like a sunny day is music to my eyes!