Sentences with phrase «like dead air»

A successful resume for Radio Announcer mentions assets such as an outgoing personality, a clear speaking voice, knowledge of current affairs, being able to think quickly, and knowing how to handle difficult solutions like dead air.

Not exact matches

NZ is the acronym for a separate operation called Nitro Zeus, which gave the US access into Iran's air defense systems so it could not shoot down planes, its command - and - control systems so communications would go dead, and infrastructure like the power grid, transportation, and financial systems.

You are «a good soldier» for the rebels, now: beating against a a section of seemingly dead institution which nevertheless apparently holds great influence of a manipulative and brainwashing kind — still caught up in the battle like Libyans after Gaddafi: shooting side arms and even heavy artillery up in the air out of car windows and trucks in victory and defiance.

He goes his way indifferent to the distribution and division of earthly goods, as one who has no possessions and desires none; he is not concerned for his daily bread, like the birds of the air; he does not trouble himself about house and home, as one who neither has nor seeks a shelter or a resting - place; he is not concerned to follow the dead to the grave; he does not turn his head to look at the things that usually claim the attention of men; he is not bound to any woman, so as to be charmed by her and desirous of pleasing her.

With fists flying up in the air Like we're holding onto something That's invisible there, «Cause we're living at the mercy of The pain and the fear Until we dead it, Forget it, Let it all disappear.

And you were dead in the trespasses and sins in which you once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience — among whom we all once lived in the passions of our flesh, carrying out the desires of the body and the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, like the rest of mankind.

the last couple years he was the regular color guy it felt like there was a lot of dead air and silence, where as he used to chime in with more stuff.

I'm not trying to beat a dead horse here, but just like with the first two installments of The Causes of Acne (hormones and air pollution), it's all about what's in the blood that's feeding the skin!

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They soldier forward, pointing out nice Antal shot compositions, seamless VFX work, and the like, but the result is a so - so helping of lightweight anecdotes and interesting moments of actorly banter interspersed with stretches of dead air.

«Bullets and Crucifixes: Picture - in - Picture Experience» contains more dead air than the yakker and consists of lengthy but not necessarily in - depth talking heads, such that when all this stuff gets consolidated in two making - of featurettes — «The Bloody Frontier: Creating the World of Priest» (13 mins., HD) and «Tools of the Trade: The Weapons and Vehicles of Priest» (11 mins., HD)-- it doesn't really feel like anything of value's been sacrificed.

Like the first, the second lapses, even more so even, into pockets of dead air.

The film is dead simple in its visual execution, except for some symbolic flourishes that will either jar with you or make you feel there's a mysterious resonance you can't quite pinpoint — like a lingering shot of the dark interior of a sauna locker, this film's equivalent of that black sun of an air extractor in Apichatpong's Syndromes and a Century.

The portents have hung in the air for a while, but it's clear now that the traditional dumb PMP is dead, like a dull and rusted Swiss army knife.

The dead relive a motion, an action, a scream and they're there again just like that, the train that never stopped running until it ran off the rails, the ledge from that building sixteen floors up, the car trunk that ran out of air.

But no title had me jump in the air with excitement when announced quite like Red Dead Redemption 2 did.

If you are a Zombie nut like I am, Dead Rising 3 was a breath of fresh air, taking the best parts of Dead Rising 1 and 2, and putting them on a system that was absolutely insane.

Yeah, and it's not like the interludes are complete dead air gameplay wise, since the game will throw starbits at you to grab.

It allows «conversations» to emerge between similar pieces, like an inspired grouping of three of her mattress castings: the ochre one, made of rubber, Untitled (Air Bed II)(1992) propped sideways seems watchful, while its reddish resin sibling Untitled (Amber Bed)(1991) slumps against the back wall as if drunk or knackered; meanwhile, their black companion Untitled (Black Bed)(1991) lies flat out, as if scorched and dead to the world.

, 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,

Solar cooking has a lot going for it, such as the fact that it doesn't require purchasing or burning any fuel at all (ever), it doesn't release any sketchy stuff into the air, it doesn't heat up your house like an oven does, it doesn't (usually) present a fire danger when used in the backcountry, and it's drop - dead simple in terms of materials and operation.

The air temperature, by increasing itself, is hoping to panic us into thinking global warming is real, just like the old dead bastards who «died» from heatstress.

It was frustrating: It was like talking to dead air,» she says.»

1080p videos load up in a snap and crash less while using apps like Netflix and YouTube, while songs switch with less dead air while using Deezer, Pandora and Spotify.

To make certain your household items stay secure, use socks to fill in «dead air» space, especially in and around breakables like glassware.