Sentences with phrase «landing bigger acting»

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Someone commits a heinous act like accepting the recognition for landing a big client on the sales team (oh, how tragic!)

President Abraham Lincoln took the biggest step with the Homestead Act of 1862, which helped make available 270 million acres, or 10 % of the land mass of the entire nation, to encourage independent farm ownership.

«Managing the carbon cycle is hard now, but it would be a lot harder without the land plants acting as a big sink.»

Thanks to her relentless work ethic, strong acting ability, and the fact she was bloody stunning, Florence quickly landed her big break, the plum part of Daniel Boone's daughter in Boone, a biopic of (unsurprisingly) Daniel Boone.

The voice acting is surprisingly similarly uninspired; Hamill generally seems up to it even with a few big lines that don't land, but Conroy's performance makes him sound like he's just in it for the paycheck.

This is a comedy with the sort of laughs that land big and then build into second, smaller laughs, and it cleverly masquerades as light fare in its first act before grounding its humor in a more painful reality in the second act.

The big news for yummy mummy transport from JLR at the Frankfurt Motor Show is the new Jaguar F - Pace, but Land Rover are getting in on the act with a new range - topping -LSB-...]

Her career snowballed from there as she earned more acting jobs around Europe, and her big break finally came in 2005 when she landed the role of Inari in the Hollywood sci - fi adventure Aeon Flux, starring Charlize Theron.

Across one bittersweet weekend in their San Diego neighborhood, the revelers mingle among the palm trees and cacti, celebrating the lives of Big Angel and his mother, and recounting the many tales that have passed into family lore, the acts both ordinary and heroic that brought them to a fraught and sublime country and allowed them to flourish in the land they have come to call home.

, 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,

The 7,000 islands of the Philippines sit in the middle of the world's most storm - prone region, which gets some of the biggest typhoons because of vast expanses of warm water that act as fuel and few pieces of land to slow storms down.

It could be argued the trust is acting irresponsibly given their expertise lies in protecting our wild lands and yet they seem to be going to great lengths to undermine renewable energy which is widely recognised as one of the biggest solutions to tackling climate change - the single biggest threat to our natural heritage».

We have seen the COAG whole - of - government trials come and go; SRAs have fallen by the wayside; the Native Title Act and the Aboriginal Land Rights Act in the NT have been amended; Indigenous housing is to be mainstreamed; and the Community Development Employment Project — the biggest Commonwealth Indigenous funded program in Australia — has been abolished in all urban and regional centres.