Sentences with phrase «reading glasses around»

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Just pick up a black turtleneck, some blue jeans, some round - rimmed reading glasses and a pair of sneakers (New Balance if you want to get specific), and carry around your iPhone all night long (you probably will anyway).

The perception around reading glasses is changing, thanks to the influence that fashion has had on this industry, and Dr. Dean and Wink are leading the way.Glasses are not just a necessity, but also a fashion statement.

In the video for Selena Gomez's song «Fetish,» she eats lipstick and glass, rolls around on a kitchen floor, and talks... (read more)

I have read once that the way you perceive things around you can affect your lifestyle and success a lot... that is why my glass is always half full!

In addition, several fantastic microbreweries thrive here in Orange County and, recently, makers of distilled spirits have opened, providing an interesting combination of local tastings and tours to choose from.And, if it is a taste of the «Big Apple» you seek, you can take a day trip by train or car into New York City, just 60 minutes away.Upon your return to the inn, unwind with a glass of wine on the same wrap - around front porch the Caldwells used two centuries ago, or sit in the parlor with a hot cup of tea and read a book while a crackling wood fire keeps you warm.

While you are standing in front of whatever you wanted to check out, look around and when the spy - glass comes up you can click for information, maybe discover some clues, trigger a puzzle, or read an article.

Recent live performances include standing inside a plexi - glass box for five weeks and endlessly reading a Philip Roth novel as baseball cards and U.S. currency are fanned around my body.

Two wax women's heads — «death masks in wax with real hair,» Albright called them — lay in a rumpled bed, the detritus of somebody's life scattered around the dusty room: nail polish, books, reading glasses, Tampax, squished toothpaste tubes.

The staging has the audience moving around in darkness to look at characters (it could be theatre) move (or, more probably dance) inside glass containers (rather like a museum display, but also suggesting scientific specimens) to a composed soundtrack (a concert of sorts) with intermittent readings from Alice Oswald's intensely conceived «Village» (poetry).

But the jury, aka unpopular tipsters and leaksters around the world, is still out on cutting - edge stuff like an autofocus front camera, dual rear shooters, and so - called «Under - Glass» fingerprint reading.

If you can't find your reading glasses, you haven't looked around your 14 - square - foot living room hard enough.

Oh, and my brain retains snapshots from infants school — learning to sing «Frere Jacques», poking around in drains for coins to buy 6 - cent packets of Chickadees from the canteen, being mortified about not pronouncing «choir» correctly during a reading test with the principal (couldn't understand why it wasn't choy - er), sitting on painted circles drinking warm milk out of glass bottles for morning tea, hiding my bananas behind the sink in the classroom because someone called me a monkey, sliding down a pole and injuring myself in an intimate area with a sharp bolt, blood on my undies, terror about the damage I might have caused down there, never telling a soul until now...

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.

Things I remember about infants school: learning to sing «Frere Jacques», poking around in drains for coins to buy 6 - cent packets of Chickadees from the canteen, being mortified that I couldn't pronounce «choir» during a reading test with the principal (couldn't understand why it wasn't choy - er), sitting on painted circles drinking warm milk out of glass bottles for morning tea, hiding my bananas behind the sink in the classroom for weeks because someone called me a monkey...