Sentences with phrase «even act out the story»

They can even act out the story.

Not exact matches

(For instance I'm fairly confident that promiscuity is sinful, especially when it comes from a place of lust, but I'm less convinced that my committed same - sex friends are sinning by expressing their love physically any more than I am sinning when my wife and I express our love physically — even though I think we can be if we are acting out of lust or as a means of asserting power over one another, but that is another story).

The story is a precisely ordered piece, with each of its six creative acts rounded out with the same refrain: and there was evening, and there was morning, one day, a second day, a third day, etc. (in ancient Israel as in the practice of Judaism now the course of a day is marked from evening to evening).

He even acts out various stories in the living room (with elaborate sets, including couches on their sides and piles of cushions to jump into off our counter — not something a mama would think of regularly).

Your child is probably kinesthetic if he is very expressive, he likes to act out stories with his whole body, wiggle, dance, and move his arms or if he jumps around a lot even while listening to you.

* Listen to stories learned by heart and encourage your child to re-tell them in her own words, or even act them out.

We have even shown that teaching children how to act out while reading helps the children to solve mathematical story problems.

my understanding of regular potatoes any color skin flesh etc. is this... potatoes are on the dirty dozen list... sweet potatoes are on the clean 15... i eat over 50 % of my diet in the form of a few different colors of sweet potatoes... i buy them bulk... peel»em very deeply... at least 1/2 inch all around... i sometimes get them as large as 6 pounds (football sized)... i used to wear out the regular potatoes but after speaking with the safety expert from a huge potato company to find out if the potatoes are grown on soil which had grain crops treated with round - up herbicide filled with atrazine and glyphosate (which most grain crops are... inluding many wheat crops... they get sprayed like 3 days before harvest... then the round - up is in the soil)... problem is... the round - up stays for 7 years... after stayin» off the soil for a couple years... it can have any kind of crop planted on it and get an organic rating... but... whatever was planted on that soil is then full of round - up... so... this crop rotation onto fields which had grain crops sprayed with round - up herbicide etc. is EXTREMELY COMMON IN THE GROWING PRACTICE FOR REGULAR POTATOES... very common practice... so even if you peel»em deeply... they are still soaked with round - up... the glyphosates get in the gut... the aluminum which is all over everything grown above ground and not covered (hot house etc)... gets eaten9ya can't wash it off... unless ya peel everything... but greens etc. ya can not get it out... it gets in the fiber)... then ya eat it... it goes in the gut... mixes with the glyphosate... becomes 10,000 timesmore toxic... inhibits the bodies ability to properly process sulfur into sulfide and sulfate... basically many very smart researchers are sayin'this is the cause of all this asperger's... autism... alzheimer's like symptoms in the elderly... you can only take so much nano... pico... and heavy metal poisoning... the brain starts to act very strangely... so... long story short... i eat lots of sweet pots grown on clean soil... they are non-gmo and basically grown organically... but... the grower doesn't pay for the certification... i make sure to get my omega 3 from fresh ground flax seed in the morning away from my sweet potato consumption... the omega 6 in the sweet pots inhibits the absorption of omega 3 and i only want so much fat daily... i'm on the heart attack proof diet by dr. caldwell b. esselstyn jr....

Here the acting is wooden (puppet wooden), lines spoken too fast (as if to emphasize their meaninglessness), the child characters generally acting like adults, adults acting like children, all running around in a simple story, but even more, after awhile, you realize it is about a bunch sets and objects that look like a kid's dreams of military heroism and futile activities carried out in an oddly precise manner.

Also So many show have been knocked out before a season is even finished no matter the Network despite great story and acting.

Directors put comedic spins on heist films and called them capers, allowing us to laugh at the absurdity of a group of fairly inept individuals attempting to pull off such a massive robbery, and some flicks even started leaving out certain acts to allow us to fill in the blanks and create a more compelling, unique story.

They don't even really make a big deal out of gayness in this version, which is odd, but this is a dumbed down and less interesting version of the same story, which would be fine if it took advantage of having actors who don't even have to act if they can dance in a film like this.

«Lady Bird,» written and directed by Gerwig, and starring Saoirse Ronan, is a coming - of - age story about a high school senior in Sacramento, California in 2002/03, who acts out and searches for her place even as she prepares to take wing.

Only late in the third act does Cartel Land waver, as it tries to wrap up the loose ends of its complex stories, but it nevertheless remains engaging, even as some of its subtleties go out the window, forcing the audience to play catch up with some convoluted but essential details.

Schlock, despite being well - made, is still schlock, and not even Agnes Bruckner's (Rick, Blue Car) acting or Rick Cramer's (Pros & Cons, Counter Measures) impressive menace can make something more out of a story that regurgitates more than it stimulates.

Even so, the story is very engaging, which is a product of the interesting and well - thought out storyline, the great presentation, believable characters, and the excellent voice acting.

The lack of physical evidence of Christine's life may begin as a source of frustration for Kate on a purely professional level, but as she learns more, interviewing friends and coworkers, getting even a tangential sense of what might have driven Christine to her decision (with many of those moments eventually acted out in wonderfully campy excerpts from this nonexistent film), she learns that the exploitation of media and its desire to show the worst of society, offering the most broken aspects of the world to the altar of ratings (this of course being the aspect of the story that helped birth Network) hasn't changed much from the 70's to the modern day.

In the evening enjoy a Kathakali dance performance to witness stories of the Indian epics acted out in this traditional show, where dancers convey moving stories through the medium of dance and music using animated expressions.

The hit - and - miss voice acting further put a damper on any potential enjoyment I could have found within the story, as even some of the likeable characters eventually wore out their welcome.

The sound and voice acting is great even if the story and dialogue sound like something out of an 80's cartoon.

They're fully fleshed out personalities with interesting personal quests, back histories and even their current struggles are something you can easily get emotionally invested in and great voice acting talent from each of them really drives this home and even side stories featuring the secondary characters from previous outings are a great payoff to their own continuity.

, 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,