ungluing

I am ungluing myself for now but in the spirit of all things thrifty and frugal have posted some financial advice for the barren that could be equally as entertaining to the Congress.

Archive 2009-03-01 Another Outspoken Female 2009

I am ungluing myself for now but in the spirit of all things thrifty and frugal have posted some financial advice for the barren that could be equally as entertaining to the Congress.

bits. bobs and budgeting for the barren Another Outspoken Female 2009

This campaign will save lives and not just lifestyles, and by ungluing cellphones from the sides of drivers' heads we can benefit all cyclists, not just messengers.

Recycled Cycling: What's Happening to my Special Purpose? BikeSnobNYC 2008

This campaign will save lives and not just lifestyles, and by ungluing cellphones from the sides of drivers' heads we can benefit all cyclists, not just messengers.

Archive 2008-08-01 BikeSnobNYC 2008

While all the others candidates are frantically running around like chickens with their heads cut off, worrying about money reporting deadlines, straw polls and the ungluing of the primary calendar, Bloomberg is off to undisclosed locations, living the life, waiting until the spirit moves him.

Sue Casey: President Bloomberg 2008

Our experience of time on the Web, its ungluing and regluing of threads, may be less an artefact of the Web than the Web's enabling our interest to find its own rhythm.

space and time on the web Bill Kerr 2006

The figure stopped, raised his diminutive eyes, waited a little, and ungluing his lips at last, brought out in a rather hoarse falsetto, ‘Dimitri Sanin?’

The Torrents of Spring 2006

Our experience of time on the Web, its ungluing and regluing of threads, may be less an artefact of the Web than the Web's enabling our interest to find its own rhythm.

Archive 2006-04-01 Bill Kerr 2006

I'd known she was tired, but I hadn't expected this absolute ungluing.

Highways in Hiding George Oliver Smith 1946

There one treads dubiously upon a ferryboat in the fog and brume of dawn, ungluing eyelids in the bleak dividing pressure of the river breeze.

Pipefuls Christopher Morley 1923