Sentences with phrase «really irrelevant things»

Anyhow, I know that you really don't care about the actual events, and want to know some really irrelevant things that happened while I was there, so let's get straight to that:

Not exact matches

But that's irrelevant to the spirit of the question, since (1) Democratic politicians in fossil fuel states pretty much do the same thing (See West Virginia's Democrat Manchin); and (2) Such behavior is really industry agnostic, and every politician of every party whose constituents are over-represented in a particular industry will of course behave the same way about competing disruptive industry; and (3) The main opposition is not on alternative energy per se, but on measures to tax / disrupt fossil fuel one.

These things are so irrelevant and surface to what it is all really about, and I wish people wouldn't get caught up in that.»

Finally, here you can see the big thing that really motivates me to be out of debt (and why it may be irrelevant for me to buy a house): http://debtblitzkrieg.com/2007/03/25/my-crazy-long-term-dream/

Perhaps I'm naive, but, for me, one of the really surprising implications arising from Martin and Quinn's model is that the merits of the legal arguments before the court are largely irrelevant to the decision rendered, and it is Ayres's «seemingly unrelated things» that affect the outcome most.

Apart from the rhetorics of the European and Western debt towards Greek culture, it is time to see what is really happening and move away from political clichés, because this time again Documenta seems to be too influential for something, and too irrelevant for other things.

, 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,

I think that's one of the things that has been missed — for variations of height much less than — especially for variations on the order of the mean free path of the molecules in the system — gravity really is irrelevant.

Making things up — or posting things that are completely irrelevant to the issue and actually believing they are relevant (such as no 1 above in particular, — I mean DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT IS RELEVANT?