to allow (oneself) to be absorbed in something:[~+oneself]I had lost myself in thought. [~+object] to fail to hear, understand, comprehend, or see:I've lost you; do you mind going over it again for me? to cause this to happen:I'm afraid you've lost me; do you mind going ...
a. A distinct path, as along a length of film or magnetic tape, on which sound, images, or other information is recorded. b. A distinct selection from an audio or video recording, usually containing an individual work or part of a larger work: the title track of an album. c. One of...
as he is called. McQueen said seeing a picture of Paul McCartney with his father and a piano in Paul McCartney’s original house triggered the selection and one of the more haunting images (spoiler alert) is of Grand-dad’s dead body after he becomes one of the victims of the blitz. T...
(We got both of those images fromJenna Guillaume’s Twitter, if you want to know who to blame.) Here’s the whole kit and caboodle, as witnessed on the company’s Instagram: Oh great even more art Bloomsbury, the publisher for the books, was not involved in the decision...
Again for historical reasons, CS research is largely empirical/experimental in nature. This causes what in my view isone of the most serious problems plaguing CS research in Stat – lack of rigor. Mind you, I am not saying that every paper should consist of theorems and proofs or be...
paranoia, the machinist lurches through the waking nightmare of his life, trying to find the source of his agony but invariably making matters worse as he goes. The psychological thriller, due Friday from Paramount Classics, is a film full of creepy images, none more horrifying than Reznik ...
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breaks… It’s something I’ve been trying to do for five years. Not out loud anymore because others tire of it. More so, I try to describe it to myself. Hoping that by describing it I can move forward, categorize it, and store it; put it away, out of sight, out of mind. ...
While on assignment in Peru last year, travel writer Marco Ferrarese received news that his parents had contracted COVID-19 at home in Italy. They were to die three days apart.
Right now, my mind feels like a crowded nightclub with an overly officious bouncer on the door. “One in, one out,” he says to the queue of information waiting to come in. There seem to be so many things I need to remember. If only I could figure out a way to get the important...