Sentences with phrase «surprisingly expensive at»

But it's still an exceptional value in an Android market that's getting surprisingly expensive at the top - end.

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The S Pen stylus is a surprisingly handy accessory, and at just a shade under $ 1,000, there's reason to believe the Galaxy Note 8 will be less expensive than the iPhone 8, which is rumored to cost more than $ 1,000.

Not surprisingly, New York City handily beat out San Francisco and Boston as the most expensive city in America to stay at a hotel.

This list of things was surprisingly hard for me to put together because, at first glance, many of the things I love and use every day are more expensive.

Hile quite expensive at $ 59, is surprisingly elegant and functional and, best of all powered by the Kindle 3 through the case connectors.

Amedeo Modigliani's Nu Couché (1917 — 18) soared past its already astronomical $ 100 million on - request estimate en route to a record - smashing price of $ 170.4 million at Christie's Monday night, making the magnificent nude portrait the second - most - expensive painting ever sold at auction — and, in a twist, a high point in an otherwise surprisingly tepid evening.

on the other hand i use the cheaper tuff led bulbs, they are brighter than those big expensive companies at half the price and also surprisingly more reliable since i use their energy savers working since 2006... the difference on your electric bills wont be noticable since most ppl use energy savers and replacing them does nt save alot, these giant companies are just eating our money the new way.

It would be overtaken by the Mi 3 from Xiaomi, and then by the OnePlus One... phones that cocked a snook at more expensive devices by offering similar hardware and decent devices at surprisingly lower prices.

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.