Sentences with phrase «met little air»

The balls, though made of different materials, met little air resistance and landed at the same time.

Not exact matches

Next spring they will train for the Olympic Games in the rarefied air of the Air Force Academy and this fall they hope they can meet Hungary, Czechoslovakia and some other water polo powers in the Little Olympics in Mexico Ciair of the Air Force Academy and this fall they hope they can meet Hungary, Czechoslovakia and some other water polo powers in the Little Olympics in Mexico CiAir Force Academy and this fall they hope they can meet Hungary, Czechoslovakia and some other water polo powers in the Little Olympics in Mexico City.

This way, there is little or no charge or tension in the air as prospective partners meet each other.

Terra firma meeting my little Alaskan Air twin - prop prodded me out of nap land.

A great way to add a little pleasure to your next business trip, business credit cards that reward air miles can help you save for your dream vacation with every Post-It purchase and cross-country meeting.

The problems are further underscored by a display on the Met's open - air roof garden, where two more of Mr. Stella's architectural models are joined by two large sculptures that are little more than mildly Stella-esque plop art.

I thought it would be something like that, although for a moment I thought Dr Vicki Pope from the Met Office was running a version of her old little graph of global temps, which is aired every now & then, curiously stopped in 2007, demonstrating beyond a doubt the warming going on as usual, just before the 2008 temp step drop & further cooling in 09, so that the trend stayed positive!

EIA has released a new report exposing leading U.S. retailers such as Walmart, Publix, and Safeway as doing little to meet public commitments to phase out hydrofluorocarbons (HFCs), some of the most potent greenhouse gases (GHGs), used most commonly in refrigeration and air conditioning systems.

Instead, we get segments like the one that aired last February on Meet the Press, in which «science guy» — but not climate scientist — Bill Nye debated Tennessee Republican Congresswoman Marsha Blackburn over whether or not climate change is even happening and, in the words of my former colleague Alex Pareene, was destined from the start to leave America «just a little bit more stupid and doomed.»

well I would have thought meeting a client with a different kind f play would not work out perfectly well but thanks for clearing the air on that.its true that newer ways would e a good thing too, just needs a little understanding and things could be a lot better than even with someone similar!

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.