Sentences with phrase «ending space rock»

When a civilization - ending space rock bears down on us, this nuclear option might just save our species.

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athiests were dropped off by alien space ships when their family tree paper ended, with a rock that told them that God does nt exist because the earth is too old.

For a rock song or a symphony, a ballet score or a ballad, much depends on handling the space between tensions and postponed resolutions in ways that can satisfy the desire for resolution while also being open - ended enough to sustain the expectation of, and desire for, more.

Keep in mind, however, that after awhile, your baby might not need to be rocked, and that a rocker might end up taking up precious space in your baby's room.

And all the while, the space rock just drifted, tumbling end over end like a poorly thrown football.

He is the pioneer of the «airburster» space rocks (technically «bolides») that cause significant damage, but not age - ending catastrophes.

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«IDIOCRACY»: If flesh - eating zombies, giant space rocks or nuclear warfare don't end the world as we know it, then Mike Judge hypothesizes in this 2006 comedy that our increasing stupidity will.

My familiarity with grrrl rock begins and ends with a Seven Year Bitch concert at the base of Seattle's Space Needle about a decade ago, as well as a brief affection for Hammerbox, but I remember the genre being at its best full of anger and tempo.

Then at the end there would be batucada, rock... you would see any style of music, just that there would be a space in which people can go either in group or one by one, little by little.

Actual asteroid fields typically end up with each individual space rock separated by dozens, even hundreds or thousands, of kilometres.

, 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,

Displayed in front of the gallery is the second one entitled Dispersed Spaces (2015) which is a body of work that consists of seven concrete vessels from which seven twenty - foot - tall metal rods rise up and arc down, tethered by the weight of a rock at each end.

Most people accept the idea that space rock somewhere around 10 km impacted Earth and was largely responsible for ending dinosaurs - which were dominate species globally.

But the unmanned space exploration program has done far, far more to push forward scientific knowledge than those missions that include astronauts, which mostly have been limited to earth orbit, other than a few jaunts to the moon that brought back a few rocks, so valuable to science that some have ended up as souvenirs.

Matching rocking chairs are light and add more seating potential to this guest space without making it feel cluttered, while an end table in a modern design pulls the corner together.