Sentences with phrase «slightly slow the decline»

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If productivity picks up slightly, with support from business investment associated with tax cuts, Evercore ISI believes that should slow the decline in unemployment relative to the growth rate.

The rate of decline remained modest but accelerated slightly, reflecting a sharper contraction in France and slower growth in Germany.

In India, which has the largest vulture populations and the best tracking efforts, the restriction is credited with enabling the white - rumped vulture population to recover slightly, to about 6000, and slowing the decline of Indian vultures, now down to fewer than 15,000.

Tablet Displays Dim Slightly in Q2 Shipments for tablet displays declined by 20 percent sequentially in the first quarter due to seasonal trends, with tablet device makers trying to flush out a significant amount of inventory that had built up in the fourth quarter of 2011 in light of slower consumer demand.

San Diego Home Loans The San Diego County housing market has declined slightly with an increasing foreclosure rate and slow home sales but many anticipate a slight rebound in 2011 or 2012.

Overall, sea ice extent declined at a slightly slower rate than normal (relative to the 1981 - 2010 average rate) during June (Figure 6), losing a total of 1.6 million km2 as noted in NSIDC's Arctic Sea Ice News and Analysis report.

This reflects a December pattern of faster - than - average growth in the Arctic, and slightly slower - than average sea ice extent decline in the Southern Ocean.

The quarter - over-quarter rate of decline was 0.3 % in the third quarter, which was slightly slower than in the second quarter.

Orlando home sales slowed slightly and prices declined from March to April, normally a robust sales period.

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.