Sentences with phrase «kind of danced around»

So you've kind of danced around the topic of raising capital and investors and things like that.

So we've kind of danced around it a little bit but tell us a little bit more about what you do at PolicyGenius.

Augen kind of danced around the question at CES on whether the April - debuting tablets will include Honeycomb (simply saying whatever the current OS is, that's what they will come with).

it all kind of dances around the expectation we as girls are brought up with in that we have to please all the people all the time.

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«Try to be active every day, if you happen to miss class, give yourself even 5 minutes of some kind of movement, whether it's dancing around your house, walking your dog, vacuuming, jumping jacks, or a DVD - whatever your avenue, just MOVE.»

Plus this is total pants optional dance around the kitchen while baking cookies music aka the best kind of music.

I was expecting Cazorla to dance around the Villa players like some kind of beautiful Spanish breakdancer tonight.

I felt that a 7 - week old baby could still be miscarried and it was kind of a pointless exercise to look at it dancing around in my womb, although I was amazed to see how human such a little embryo really was.

If you went to her house around about now you'd find it full of reindeer of all kinds... dainty glass reindeer, knitted reindeer, light up reindeer, singing and dancing reindeer..

Are you a co-sleeping, crib - loving, feed - all - night, cry - it - out, dance - around - until - the - sun - shines - onto - your - family - bed - after - the - sun - set - on - your - swanky - bassinet kind of family?

«Try to be active every day, if you happen to miss class, give yourself even 5 minutes of some kind of movement, whether it's dancing around your house, walking your dog, vacuuming, jumping jacks, or a DVD - whatever your avenue, just MOVE.»

Michael Goldstein: First, I would just say as the manufacturer of the sauna, I'm going to dance around with the language a little bit in terms of what kind of terms I use to describe how we work with cancer.

This year is a bit different, maybe because I am getting older or something - BUT the whole night scene: dancing, singing and putting my hands around strangers as we swag back and forth singing Auld Lang Sync just doesn't sound like my kind of thing, instead this year I am keeping things a bit low key and having a nice fancy dinner with friends, followed by great conversation and wine, of course - as we countdown with Ryan Seacrest and Carson Daly on TV.

Im a veryt honest up front kind of persone i like to chill sing dance drink and have a lil fun i got a big booty to so of course i like to dance im a easy person to get along with and fun to be around, you could never forget me

Hello, My name is Robert i am a very out going person i like to travel and visit new places as well as stay home and do things around the house, i like to go for walks and go to the mountains for picnics an go to clubs to enjoy the music as well as dance, i listen to all kinds of music i enjoy all...

I am sweet, caring, kind, a little bit shy i like to play around and like to watch moives, dance, poetry and read a little my share of movies aqm a romatic a bit its cus am just a nice guy..

They dance around each other, sometimes literally, and the film is a kind of dance, too: that agonizing, exciting waltz of uncertain courtship — of two people orbiting one another, feeling out the feelings between them, dropping and interpreting clues, inching ever closer together.»

Maybe what most marks Beau travail as a film by a woman is the way Denis uses African women to subtly impose an ironic frame around the story; from beginning to end, they figure implicitly and unobtrusively as a kind of mainly mute Greek chorus — whether they're dancing in the disco, speaking in the market, appearing briefly as the girlfriends of some legionnaires (including Galoup), or serving as witnesses to portions of the action.

Sensitive, kind and sharp as a katana, Nick dreamed up an unlikely passion project in Cuban Fury, a workplace / sports comedy orbiting around the world of salsa dancing.

The strong central friendship between Frances and her best friend Sophie (Mickey Sumner) keeps a center of emotional truth that the movie can revolve around; Frances gets to be flighty, sure, but also principled and wounded and talented (it's a minor miracle that her chosen career of modern dance is not only not ridiculed but ultimately allowed to help tell Frances's story) and kind and fun and funny.

Her luck starts to turn around one night while attending a local dance when she meets Tony (Cohen), a cute Italian plumber who lives a simple, carefree kind of life.

In fact, things become clearer when we find out that the artist made it by having a performance with the canvas, as he danced around it and splashed paint all over its surface as if it was all some kind of a ritual.

There always seemed to be a sort of dance around the subject, a kind of indirectness, reflecting embarrassment, humility, or alienation, as well as a certain level of secrecy or euphemism in speaking about it.

, 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,

It's just kind of infectious, these people dancing around you.