Sentences with phrase «everything out of its memory»

When you're done, close the browser entirely so it will flush the cache and clean everything out of memory.

There's also a «Power & Boost» button available, which clears everything out of its memory.

Not exact matches

The «trivial way» of obscuring memory - access patterns, Devadas explains, would be to request data from every address in the memory — whether a memory chip or a hard drive — and throw out everything except the data stored at the one address of interest.

Inside Out (Pete Docter and Ronnie del Carmen, 2015) Pixar's family comedy about emotional intelligence was astoundingly ambitious not least because it tackles the saddest of human truths — eventually we will lose everything we love, sometimes even the memory of it.

If everything holds to form, 2016 may turn out to reflect the talent and increasing influence of older actors in the Oscar race more than any year in recent memory.

So everything that's saved on the internal storage memory of your handset will get wiped out.

With 316,000 square feet of indoor and outdoor space highlighting the breathtaking Arizona scenery, luxurious accommodations for out of town guests and delectable catering options, the Fairmont Scottsdale Princess offers everything you need to plan a perfect memory.

A disaster which, if, and when it happens, and everything eventually comes out, is likely to be the most shocking event in recent gaming memory, which threatens to eclipse even the 38 Studios collapse of 2012.

«We've got the right amount of memory, video card; everything's balanced out.

The exhibitions are: Born Losers, curated by Laura Brown; Her split body is a crack in our community (Bard), curated by Levi Easterbooks; Not Quite Verbatim, curated by Max Fields; The skin of the sounds, curated by Talia Heiman; So long ago it feels like a memory of someone else, curated by Andrew Hibbard; An unbound knot in the wind, curated by Alison Karasyk; To clear the gound of weeds, curated by Sabrina Maltese; Measures of Authority, curated by Selby Nimrod; Everything is going to be fine, curated by Thomas Patier; I have become direction, curated by Santiago Silva Daza; In and Out of Place, curated by Hannah Spears; Fashion Work, Fashion Workers, curated by Jeppe Ugelvig; L'impudeur, curated by Janique Préjet Vigier; More than mere jelly, curated by Amelia Wallin; and Counting the Waves, curated by Ruiyu Xu.

, 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,

For now, I'll be holding onto my memories of you — and my iPhone 6s — until everything's ironed out.

I don't think I saw a single app being unexpectedly bumped out of memory throughout my entire time with the phone, and everything from browsing desktop sites to multitasking and fast app - switching was handled without any noticeable slowdown whatsoever.

So everything that's saved on the internal storage memory of your handset will get wiped out.

I know it's just stuff, and I always keep that in mind too, but sometimes stuff that can't be replaced (the home you raised your family in, photos of relatives no longer living) holds lots of memories and when you lose everything... and to be there as your world is literally slipping out from under you... wow.