Sentences with phrase «like rushing water»

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Uber has only dipped its toe in those waters, with projects like Uber Eats, a food delivery service, and Uber Rush, a way for the company to deliver everyday goods on retailers» behalf.

As soon as the winds dropped, the waters would have rushed back, much like a tidal bore.

You skewed my words regarding «managing» my birth... the whole point of the midwife is to alert the mother of the possibility of a problem, just like an OB so then a proper course of action can be taken... I was merely saying that they don't think of birth as a medical emergency from the beginning, requiring things that are unnecessary, like constant monitoring because it's easier than intermittent monitoring, or restricting maternal intake because the doctor could get puked on, or have fecal matter excreted during delivery is selfish (and yes, I know, the mother could aspirate, but the rate of that is low too... and I'm not saying they need to eat a steak dinner... but denying a drink of water, or a popsicle during a long labor is just ridiculous, as is rushing a natural process for convenience sake.)

To infect a victim, they pump inward such a rush of water that the pressure blows the top off the parasite and the tube shoots out like a harpoon.

I love the massive rocks and water rushing through - looks like a great time!

The explosions look amazing but the water looks blockier and more like jelly than actual rushing water.

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Most of the film plays like your typical fish - out - of - water story before switching focus to the romantic subplot between Alan and Zahara in the final act, but while it's an interesting development that explores the difficulties of such a relationship in Saudi Arabia, it feels so rushed that Tykwer is unable to give it the attention it deserves.

The film then cuts to images of nature, water rushing by, and a jagged road slicing across the screen like Dali's razor blade slashing an eyeball.

«If Buffalo had tainted water like Flint, Mich., and someone wanted to show us how to clean it up, wouldn't everyone rush to provide a forum?

We got a monsoon - style rainstorm during rush hour, putting what seemed like inches of water on the road in a few minutes.

Nothing like letting water rush over your forehead and then lapping up the water...

A heated dog bed is like an electric blanket or hot water bottle for a dog — the rush of heat provides relaxation and comfort.

Two maybe three years ago I bought a bag of Chicken Jerky at Cost - Co thinking it would be a healthy treat for my Pug, after eating these treats I noticed he Mugsy would drink water like he could not get enough... Then one night he kept coming to me with his ears laid back and hanging with a look in his eye that I knew something was wrong, went to my daughters house as she is really into dogs and hoping she could figure it out, well she noticed he could not pee no matter how much he tried, so rushed him to the vet, thank God, had I waited he would have died as his bladder was full of crystals and was near rupturing, anyway the vet catheterized him after putting him under anesthesia as it was so painful, after all was said and done and $ 1, ooo.oo later, he ended up on a special diet which we kept him on for well over a year... decided to try a good, but less expensive dog food, had his urine checked and he was doing fine... I believe it was the chicken jerky and the salt content, but of course I can not be sure and I do not remember the brand... Thankfully he has had no more occurrences, needless to say he does not get chicken jerky anymore and definitely nothing from China at least not that I know of.

On Saturday mornings, when the weekly commuters who usually rush in like blood have emptied out like a stomach and left only cigarette butts scattered like piñata droppings, I roam around thinking of the dead four hundred, passing the library and remembering it as a reservoir, not full of books but of water; I gather up anecdotes from when this neighborhood was something else.

Enjoy a rush hour like no other in the tropical waters of the Whitsunday Islands on the Great Barrier Reef.

The vast trail network maintained by dedicated enthusiasts like UROC (United Riders of Cumberland), is encompassed by emerald canopies and watered by rushing creeks with rider built bridges crossing them.

However, in most regards, it feels like a rushed sequel with a watered down approach to all aspects of the experience.

I particularly liked the meditative film of rushing water, and the abstract photography by Laura Gompertz.

Spindly, silhouetted trees shiver diminutive leaves in an almost anthropomorphic way («willows whiten aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver» *), water rushes over rocks, so that the spray appears to rise like black smoke; repeating motifs, such as a glass of water effervescing, find visual rhymes with a sky full of black starlings whirling in a great mass.

(Do the physics on how much energy it takes to compress air to a very high energy density, how much you lose in heating the air and how much of that heat is lost in the storage itself, how much you use when air rushes through a turbine like water, but unlike water running down hill whose speed / pressure stays the same, the compressed air loses force continually.

So when in rushing water act like kelp or seaweed, stay floppy so you don't injure yourself.

Just what you need in your water bottle holder: a ten buck, 3.5 gram can of «power oxygen» in flavours like Citrus Blast, Mountain Mint, Polar Rush, and Tropical Breeze.

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.