Sentences with phrase «floor by nothing»

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Imagine looking up every time someone crossed the floor, or being distracted every five minutes by a mobile phone, or someone's text, or an argument, or the guy next to you who eats nothing but Cheetos all day.

Beautiful, intelligent, accomplished young woman, like one of my sorority sisters whose one - night stand «partner» could not be bothered to pay for her taxi ride home the morning after, or a friend of a close family friend whom I saw passed out on the floor at a fraternity house at 2 am with nothing on but her underwear, or a housemate of mine who was dumped passed - out drunk on our front porch one Saturday night by a group of male students with no knock, no doorbell, just a resounding «thud.»

She either gets weary of standing at the gate and returns to her bed eventually (in which case I would do nothing since she handles the situation on her own effectively) or she falls asleep on the floor by the gate.

By contrast, his opponent incumbent Assemblywoman Michelle Schimel has shown nothing but contempt for our civil rights and demonstrated it repeatedly on the floor of the Assembly.

Having explored extreme ecosystems on our own ocean floor — places like Lost City, where life is fuelled by nothing more than the reaction between rock and water — we know what to look for.

Of course, the formation and evolution of a hydrothermal vent system is complicated by the fact that nothing is ever «permanent» on the sea floor.

There's nothing quite as gratifying as finishing off a tough workout by burnin» out your abs, but there's no reason you need to hit the floor and hammer out situps to get the definition you're...

Taking a leaf from Inception, and another from The Prestige (or Batman Begins), he pieces together a universe that's nothing less than gobsmacking; your jaw will be left hanging by the first set piece and it won't come off the floor for the rest of the film.

As a result of the all - or - nothing system dreamed up on the seventh floor at 400 Maryland Avenue, states that wanted flexibility on accountability (number two) had to abide by the Department's new rules on teacher evaluations (number three).

I was walking through a university in Melbourne and, as I was taking the escalator up to the floor where I was giving my talk, I passed a couple of classrooms that have glass walls so I could look into the classroom, and it's the first day of exams so the scene I saw in there, even though I didn't know it was the first day of exams, I could recognise it right away: desks separated by a metre or two, bare tables with just a piece of paper, an eraser and a pen; no calculators, no computers, nothing; students cut off from each other; students cut off from any source of information.

Flanked alternately by battle - scarred rock faces and sheer drops several hundred feet to the valley floor below for much of its length, the road twists and turns like nothing you've ever seen.

He and his crew were captured by wandering Arabs and turned into slaves, forced to care for the camels, sleep on the rock hard desert floor and live on practically nothing except camel's milk as the caravan made a nine - month trek across the burning Sahara.

I recommend nothing smaller than 4 feet by 4 feet of floor space — plus lots of run time out of the pen like you allow already.

Upon arrival, the greeting was very poor, which was followed by nothing other than a card given to us and which floor we were on.

Part of a complex of 11 properties, Owl's Roost has been recently renovated by the current owners to such a high spec, with beautiful wooden floors throughout, fabulous original local artwork adorning the walls and such thoughtful attention to detail, that holiday makers will want for nothing and will return time and time again.

Murray played a demo of the visually rich game on a big screen behind Colbert's desk and the comedian talk show host was nothing short of floored by it.

Sarah Cain is being published by LAND on the conclusion of LAND's multi-site, multi-artist exhibition, Nothing Beside Remains, in Marfa, TX, for which Cain created a site - specific installation entitled Forget me not for the first floor of the former Masonic Lodge.

Spanning three floors, the exhibition How to Do Nothing with Nobody All Alone by Yourself will survey the practice of Yto Barrada.

, 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,

Floor 3, Susan and John Hess Family Gallery and Theater To celebrate the publication of Today I Shall Judge Nothing That Occurs, a book of Lyle Ashton Harris's Ektachrome archive, Harris is joined by an intergenerational group of artists and writers for a night of conversation and reflection.

So Eli did the manly thing and went and bought about a hundred bucks worth of tools, observed that the toilet not only didn't flush down, but also needed a complete gut replacement, went back to the hardware store, bought a complete set of innards, stopped by the bookstore to get a book on useful expletives for when nothing works and took the damn thing apart getting the blue stuff all over himself and the floor, that book came in useful, and we learned that contrary to rumor brass screws used in toilets do corrode so you have to go back to the hardware store and get WD - 40 and when that doesn't work you go back yet again and get a nut cracker (nononono, not that kind).

«R3 Project: Walking on Cork by Petz Scholtus «Wicanders, specialists in cork flooring, have a fantastic range of beautiful cork finishes that have nothing to do with the hippy - dotted floorboards from the 80ies.»

It needs to be «The floors mopped, nothing on the countertop and the mirrors wiped by ten o'clock every Saturday».

There's nothing wrong with being floored by your own floors, right?