Sentences with phrase «voice around everything»

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They go into the «zone» while working where they can block everything else out around them, (especially your voice!).

The story revolves around Mumble (voiced by Elijah Wood, Everything is Illuminated), a young emperor penguin who is ostracized by the rest of his brethren because he doesn't know how to sing.

And Byrne, her wide eyes conveying a complex mixture of love and frustration and her voice adorably drooping, makes Justine someone we all know: the one who tries hard, with chaos swirling around her, to make everything all right.

Yoon's sophomore effort (Everything, Everything, 2015) is carefully plotted and distinctly narrated in Natasha's and Daniel's voices; yet it also allows space for the lives that are swirling around them, from security guards to waitresses to close relatives.

Her tireless commitment to humanity was evident in everything she did — from planting trees and listening to women in refugee camps to amplifying the voices of the disempowered to leaders and decision makers around the globe.

- dungeon maps are a 3D model - specific locations you need to pursue are marked - can't see a floor - by - floor layout - no compass - dungeons are smaller and less labyrinthine - dungeons have a friendly voice guiding you that offers general hints and warns you of the boss - this voice is not heard outside of the dungeon, and Nintendo has not mentioned who the voice belongs to - dungeons do not hide items that are required to complete the dungeon - bosses won't be based around a singular dungeon - focused item - when you find a dungeon, you need to make sure you have everything you need, and lots of it - one dungeon has pockets of a poisonous, sentient liquid that hurts to touch - this substance is called malice, and little eyeballs will sprout from these patches - attacking the eyeball will clear away the malice and sometimes constituted a small puzzle - diamond - shaped switches that can be activated with an attack are present, and still react to your sword, bombs or arrows - in one dungeon, after activating a switch with his Sheikah Slate, Link was able to control the dungeon slightly - when looking at the map, he could tilt the dungeon in order to open new paths or to make blocks and switches slide around

His adaptation of Far Eastern philosophy for Western audiences forms the pivot around which this surreal dreamscape of a game revolves; his own musings on our relationship with the infinite — immortalized in recordings of the cadences of his voice — litter the cosmos, to offer true food for thought as you come to terms with the intricacies of Everything.

Published under the ID@XBox program, By Deco Digital and Bevel Studio's, Pneuma: Breath of Life see's you as a god, controlling everything, but also following a path... As the game begin's you hear the voice of Pneuma, as you start your journey into the breath of life, You can Walk, Look around, even take a... Read More»

There's some fun to be had, stomping around in a giant mech, blasting away at everything that crosses your path but, unfortunately, it is lost in a mire of horrible narrative, ugly models, excruciating dialogue and often laughable voice acting, while the on foot third person shooter aspects are almost inexcusable.

, 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,

In some cases, the pint - sized voice - activated speaker was listening to everything around it, and not just when the user said the «Okay, Google,» wake command, leading to privacy concerns.