Sentences with phrase «discovering new labels»

It seems to me that whenever I discover a new label I love, they're all Australian (prime examples: Cameo the Label, Sass & Bide, Nicholas, Zimmermann...).

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Melissa started blogging at The New Mommy Files when her firstborn was just three months old, but has found that no matter how familiar the mommy label becomes there is always something new to discovNew Mommy Files when her firstborn was just three months old, but has found that no matter how familiar the mommy label becomes there is always something new to discovnew to discover.

A new multicolor fluorescent - labeling technology is allowing microbiologists to peer into the human mouth's microscopic jungle and discover new dynamics among several key groups.

Scientists at the Max Planck Institute of Biochemistry in Martinsried, Germany, now discovered a new family of helper proteins that recognize labeled cellular protein waste and guide them efficiently to the lysosome for destruction and subsequent recycling into their reusable compounds.

The study, which appears as a Nature Chemical Biology Advance Online Publication on March 28, 2016, began as an effort in the Cravatt laboratory to discover and characterize new serine / threonine hydrolases using fluorophosphonate (FP) probes — molecules that selectively bind and, in effect, label the active sites of these enzymes.

Dan, who hasn't signed a new artist to the label in seven years, believes Greta is a star waiting to be discovered.

Strategies like peer tutoring, class meetings, and engineering positive social occasions can help many students labeled ADD / ADHD learn new social skills and, at the same time, discover new social contexts within which they can function positively as the unique human beings they are.

If you like Cabernet Sauvignons from Argentina, and especially the Mendoza region of Argentina, you may well want to pick up a bottle of 2007 Zuccardi Q. Before you do, though, read the fine print on the back of the label, where you will discover the following: «Sourced from selected hand - picked grapes from low - yield vineyards in the foothills of the Andes Mountains, then vinified and aged for 12 months in new French oak barrels.»

Guests can discover new wines, read reviews, rate the wine themselves, and even email wine labels so they won't forget a special bottle.

We discovered that Microsoft is secretly developing a new collection of apps for the foldable phone and is labelled as Windows 8828080, which is actually part of Microsoft's phone number.

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.