By the mid-17th century, telescopes had improved enough to make visible the seasonally growing and shrinking polar ice caps on Mars, and features such as Syrtis Major, a dark patch thought to be a shallow sea.
November comes And November goes, With the last red berries And the first white snows. With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate. The fires burn And the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next...
As a species, we've somehow survived large and small ice ages, genetic bottlenecks, plagues, world wars and all manner of natural disasters, but I sometimes wonder if we'll survive our own ingenuity.
Tipping points are so dangerous because if you pass them, the climate is out of humanity's control: if an ice sheet disintegrates and starts to slide into the ocean there's nothing we can do about that.
Anna: [knocking on the doors of Elsa's ice palace] It opened. That's a first. Oh, you should probably wait out here. Kristoff: What? Anna: Last time I introduced her to a guy, she froze everything.
[Mr. Skinner has tripped and landed with his chin impaled on a miniature church spire at the model village] Simon Skinner: Ow! Thish really hurtsh... I'm gonna need shome ice-creeeem.
Sid: [after Diego snuffs out the fire on his tail] Thank you. From now on, I'm gonna call you "Diego..." Diego: Lord of Touch Me and You're Dead.
Sid: My feet are sweating. Diego: Do we need a news flash every time your body does something? Manfred: He's doing it for attention, just ignore him.
Diego: Why did you do that? You could've died trying to save me. Manfred: That's what you do in a herd: you look out for each other. Diego: Well... thanks.
Manfred: Hey, buddy, want a lift? Diego: No, thanks. I'm saving what little dignity I've got left. Sid: You're hanging out with us now, pal. Dignity has nothing to do with it.
Dodo: If you weren't smart enough to plan ahead, then doom on you. Other Dodos: [chanting] Doom on you. Doom on you. Doom on you. Doom on... Manfred: Get away from me.
Sing: I realized then that good guys never win. I want to be bad. I want to be the killer! Sing's Sidekick: [looks up] Ice cream! [leaves] Sing: Where? [follows]
Olive: Can I get the, uh, waffles? And, um, what does "a la mode-y" mean? Diner Waitress: Oh that means it comes with ice cream! Olive: Ok. A la mode-y then.
In Britain, the idea one could go from blue-collar beginnings to the university was so far out, it was quite unthinkable. I took a variety of jobs to pay for tuition - from ice-cream salesman to night-club bouncer. Whatever earned the most money in t...
I don't really remember a time younger than 5 years old that I didn't have skates on because all I can remember is every day, tying up my skates and a big smile on my face, excited to go on the ice.
Bruce Wayne: Yield. Henri Ducard: You haven't beaten me. You've sacrificed sure footing for a killing stroke. [he taps the ice with his sword, plunging Bruce into the water]
Early in my career, I had difficulty breathing during workouts and my performance on the ice suffered. It wasn't until I was diagnosed with EIB and received the proper treatment that I was able to reach my peak performance.
I'm telling you, until I shaved my head, I never realized how much heat is lost through the top of the head. I walk out in winter and it feels like I have an ice pack on my head. Unbelievable.
If Abstract Expression reached for the sublime, Pop turned ordinary imagery into icons. Roy Lichtenstein and Andy Warhol illuminated the transformative power of context and the process of reproduction. Claes Oldenburg's soft ice-cream cones and hambu...
For three years, between 16 and 19, I was the opening-act-for-the-opening-act-for-the-opening-act, you know? And then I was on tour with Ice-T, Stetsasonic, EPMD, Sir Mix-a-Lot - legends - and went on to sell 160 million records. It still baffles me.
You might call them the icing on “life’s cake,” but music, laughter and the enjoyment of eating are the toppings that flavor everyday living. These added accents or accessories do spice up the cake. If served without, life would be rather bland...
