Sentences with phrase «window has the same feel»

This transfer window has the same feel as the last summer window.

Not exact matches

Lemar and Sanchez situation, is a smoke screen, I for one felt Arsenal did not have the money to buy the players we actually wanted, that is why we were going to sell some of our main players, the lemar deal was a fake, Arsenal knew long enough that lemar had a match on the same day the window was going to be closed the timing of the bid was just the right time not to be accepted.

I personally don't see Wenger buying 2 strikers in the same window but if 1/2 mentioned above feels that it's time for him to move on for various reasons then he'll probably have no choice more so if the club is able to get between 15 - 20m which is exactly how much Arkadiusz Milik & Vincent Janssen would cost.

We must change things are board level because someone there must have an issue with spending money, great finacial figures released by Arsenal again & we spend 5 million in the transfer window & to be fair spent little in the summer too in comparsion to everyone else, all we get is it is not easy to find you players & I take on board some of what Wengers says but at this stage we must bring in someone to help him because he is ntrying to do too much at the club & I would gladly through my hat in the ring to be come head of purchasing but I have a feeling they would not let me spend a penny HELP WANTED to improve the same old story

In fact a lot of Arsenal fans had the same feeling, we had almost the full transfer window to sign a top striker.

The Blues top goalscorer was linked with a move to China during the January transfer window before a switch failed to materialise, but despite claiming that he is happy at Chelsea, he has suggested that he does not feel the same way about England's capital.

I have been ready to throw in the (burp) towel — and throw the pump out the window — for months but I was hanging on because I felt guilty that I wasn't giving kid # 2 the same treatment as kid # 1.

The flight was smooth from Abuja to Maiduguri but I was glued to the window to see if I would sight soldiers and terrorists engaging in shoot - out... At the same time, the dreadful feeling that Boko Haram members could shoot down our aircraft with their home manufactured rockets lurked in a corner of the mind.

As a window into the auteur's late - career preoccupation with adolescent angst, «Bertolucci Makes The Dreamers» is illuminating, bookended as it is by telling quotes («When I'm with these kids, I feel the same age» and «Maybe I didn't talk enough about young people when I was young») that make one wish Bertolucci would do a film about the vanishing act of youth rather than these pitiful attempts to trap it in a jar.

Being a Mac user I haven't had much luck with the current desktop software as of late (and many Windows users feel the same) so BlackBerry Link will be welcome with open arms.

All of these clones still offered the same huge feeling of satisfaction after you've staved off snapping your controller or throwing a table through a window for hours on end until you finally get that boss down, reaching the rewards and progression you've been craving, only to restart the cycle.

, 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,

While I love the speed and easy - of - use that the Microsoft Surface infrared facial recognition Windows Hello system uses, I feel like this method might be even better since you have to press the power button to turn it on anyway... might as well biometrically recognize the user at the same time.

I've been using Windows 8 for a few months (counting the betas) and I sometimes feel the same way.

HP's VR1000 - 100 feels and functions just like other Windows Mixed Reality headsets, and has to deal with the same awkward quirks and dearth of content the platform offers.

Bottom Line: HP's VR1000 - 100 feels and functions just like other Windows Mixed Reality headsets, and has to deal with the same awkward quirks and dearth of content the platform offers.

Though Google allows Android manufacturers to toy with the look and feel of its interface, Microsoft has locked down Windows Phones so that they all operate the same.

Most cheap tablets have the same downfall: a pixelated, dim, or poorly - laminated screen that feels like you're looking at everything through a dirty window.

Twitter JUST updated their own app on the Store to PWA UWP (Progressive Web App), packaged into an UWP - app, and it feels completely native, and they won't have to ever spend time maintaining the Windows app again, since it's the same one as the mobile web version.

I have this same dilemma, always trying to decide between a minimalist, open look and the cozier feel of fabric at the windows.

Our bedroom has the same issue - our bed is between two windows and very hard to photograph so I feel you ha!

My kitchen has the same «big window over sink, around a corner with a bank of cabinets, and microwave hanging from the top cabinets» feel that yours has.

Can you imagine how different the same rooms would feel with little windows?