Not exact matches
Previous studies have shown a little bit
of anxiety helps you avoid danger and reach peak motivation, now new research
out of Canada's University
of Waterloo that was recently published in Brain Sciences is adding another item to the
growing list
of anxiety's benefits: improved
memory.
I would like to see educational programs which immerse children into the history
of hope in Israel and in the church, showing how visions
of a good future
grew in every age
out of the
memories of God's past disclosures to provide anticipations
of a coming kingdom.
If you've truly
grown out of this blog, then go in peace to wherever else you should go and don't give this place a second thought beyond some hopefully fond
memories.
Some
of my fondest childhood
memories include heading to my Great Aunt Ann's house far
out in the country (which was also the house my grandmother
grew up in) every Fall to harvest the apples from the trees on her property.
Really, it couldn't have been any other way:
Of course the unlikeliest World Series champs in recent
memory would be led by a kid who
grew up a 45 - minute drive from Busch Stadium, quit baseball for a year after graduating from high school because he was burned
out, and, after the Padres drafted him in the ninth round in 2006, was traded to his hometown team the next year for a childhood hero, Jim Edmonds.
Then there is another
of the district's unquantifiable qualities: Staten Island's ingrained feeling
of aggrievement, which
grows out of its situation as an isolated suburban enclave tethered to America's largest metropolis, and
out of the traumatic
memory of the Fresh Kills landfill, where the city dumped other boroughs» trash for half a century.
I remember one
of my fondest
memories growing up was when my parents took me
out to eat at the Black Eyed Pea.
I
grew up with
memories of picking
out a live tree every year and decorating it toether, as a family.
Throwing
out conventional narrative, Mike Mills dug into his
memories of growing up in a matriarchy in Santa Barbara in the 70s, «trying my hardest not to think
of it as film,» he told me in December.
It's tempting to characterize Cooley High as the inner - city answer to American Graffiti — trading
out Modesto's hot rods for Chicago's elevated trains — but there's a specificity to screenwriter (and Good Times co-creator) Eric Monte's
memories of growing up on the Near North Side in the early 1960s that transcends mere imitation.
Her interest in narratives,
memories, and stock characters
grew out of her own past.
For the Ghanaian - British painter Lynette Yiadom - Boakye paints imagined portraits: characters who
grow out of her imagination,
out of memories, old photographs, or «any number
of preoccupations,» as she titled a painting from 2010.
This collection
of more than 100 works spanning from Baselitz's earliest years to the present day offers an unparalleled overview
of his oeuvre, as well as insight into the subtle changes that have come to his work as he has matured: In recent years the distinctive visual universe that
grew out of the artist's study
of art, myth and literature has expanded to make room for the personal, for
memories of an upbringing in the German and Slavic cultural borderland, for everyday life and his family and for revisiting works by himself and others.
Recreating a childhood
memory, the artist presents a Smart car covered in tire treads with an apple tree
growing out of its roof.
Is it that my
memory is far
out of date with respect to how the city
grew?
Of all the couples we interviewed for The Long - Distance Relationship Survival Guide, the couple who stands
out most in our
memory as our own marriage continues to
grow with each milestone was a couple in their 60s who held hands through our entire interview, leaned into one another, shared knowing glances, and laughed together over the challenges they faced as an engaged couple separated by an overseas deployment.
Laudan turned to the real estate business six years ago, attracted both for practical reasons (in Canada there's «not much» financial security in being a feature filmmaker, he points
out) as well as by fond
memories of his mother becoming a real estate agent back when he was a teenage math whiz finishing high school in Vancouver, where he
grew up.
I
grew up in a duplex with my nan and pop living downstairs, my earliest
memories are
of Saturday mornings downstairs making bread with my nan (and in hindsight my parents were then given time to sleep in) We were close my whole life, my nan is now 95 and we still hang
out!
We would visit there twice a year when I was
growing up and I have many fond
memories of hanging
out at Hardee's with the other teenagers.
My parents house was beautiful and I have so many wonderful
memories of the house I
grew up in... we had a dutch door off
of the family room that went
out to the back porch and back yard.