Sentences with phrase «focus glass water»

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If you're feeling a bit foggy and having trouble focusing try a nice glass of water.

And story 3 is true, a study confirms what gardeners long suspected — droplets of water on plant leaves can focus sunlight like a magnifying glass, leading to burns on the leaves.

I have a warm glass of spring water, lemon, local honey and ashwanga every morning now for the last few months (before I put anything else in my body) and I feel I am able to focus better and stay calm in stressful situations at work and home and my energy level is well, more level!

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Finch's talk at the New School will focus on the artist's various public and large - scale installations like A Certain Slant of Light (2014 - 15), a site - specific installation at the Morgan Library inspired by its collection of medieval Books of Hours; Trying to Remember the Color of the Sky on That September Morning (2014), a commission for the National September 11 Memorialand Museum composed of 2,983 individual watercolors representing the artist's recollection of the sky on September 11, 2001; Painting Air (2012), an installation of more than 100 panels of suspended glass inspired by the colors of Claude Monet's garden at Giverny; and The River That Flows Both Ways (2009), a permanent installation on New York's High Line featuring an existing series of windows which Finch transformed with 700 individual panes of glass representing the water conditions on the Hudson River over 700 minutes in a single day.

Focusing on a single captured moment in time — a group of people occupied by something and uncanny glass - like waters — it speaks to the history of photography and suspense.

Most resumes are dry (so dry you need to drink a couple of glasses of water just to get through them) because they focus on boring job duties.

Her artwork has evolved from women in water paintings to abstract explorations of water through kiln - glass, her primary focus since a trip in 2011 to Playa del Carmen, Mexico.

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.