Sentences with phrase «met with lag»

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Again, since the end of 2007, the minutes of the Board meeting are published with a two - week lag.

Such disputes once led to intense private correspondences, shouting matches at academic meetings, or series of letters to journals with several months» lag time between.

Cambridge Healthtech Institute's Kent Simmons recently spoke with Dr. David Johnson, CEO of GigaGen, about his upcoming presentation «Discovery of High - Affinity Human PD - 1 and LAG - 3 Antibodies Using Novel Microfluidic and Molecular Genomic Methods», to be delivered in the Engineering Antibodies meeting at the 2018 PEGS Boston.

Jet lag isn't desirable, but these tips will help you get back in sync with your body clock as quickly as possible, helping you stay on point for your important meetings and busy schedule.

Just days before a deadline this month mandated by Congress, the Department of Education signed binding compliance agreements with several states that lag far behind in meeting federal requirements on standards and testing dating back to 1994.

There are also fears that training of staff in schools and LAs is lagging behind, and that the new multi-agency approach — with education, health and social care working to meet a student's needs — is not working consistently well in all areas.

In city driving, pronounced accelerator lag plays into the torpor: Things start off gradually, and any call for immediate power is met with initial hesitation.

Roll along at 45 mph and then floor the accelerator to make a pass and you'll first be met with seconds of lag, then the vacuum cleaner - like suck of the engine at full bore, but only mediocre acceleration.

In this case things were made tougher by a schedule that included receiving G - Slate on Friday morning before heading out for a full day of press events and meetings, hopping on a plane first thing Saturday morning to travel cross-country, and waking up Sunday on about three hours sleep, disoriented by jet lag and, yes, in a location with just about zero T - Mobile reception (I'm staying about a block from the Long Island Sound where cell phone reception, in general, is pretty spotty).

Given that the most people playing together over Live is only 4 I did not expect to have any issues with lag (like you might see in a 14 player room of Rainbow Six: Vegas) and my expectations were met.

Unfortunately, we met with our biggest adversary yet: Lag.

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.