"It's kind of boring if you really look at it, because it's 'thunk
'," Branton said.
No, I don't mean the rap of hammer upon decking post - I mean that other "thunk
!, his latest offering, he teaches readers to end unhealthy, negative brain messages by switching off the part of the organ that focuses on those thoughts.
You might have heard it if you've ever been on a farm--the soft and steady "thunk
" can be mistaken for the beat of a drum.
The drummer (strange for an electronic band) beat out a cavernous thunk
, as the keyboards built an atmospheric dirge.
First up, speaking to the issue of "perceived higher quality," he said, "Toyota and Honda are benefiting greatly from an image of superior reliability and quality." Arguably, when it comes to a vehicle, reliability is quality--a car that doesn't start, no matter how good the fit and finish, no matter how satisfying the "thunk
" when the door is closed, is not going to be perceived as a "quality" vehicle.
The Beatles and philosophy; nothing you can think that can't be thunk
The foot-operated parking brake has received extra damping on release, meaning the horrid thunk
that plagued many a Mercedes on move-off is replaced by a muffled thud.
Later, a sudden loud thunk
against the window screen woke me from a deep sleep.
Where critical hand-wringing over the evils of the fair has done little more than serve up a few crowd-pleasing indictments of that old bogeyman "the market," the Art Fair Artist penetrates commerce's inner sanctum, "performs" the fair by donning the guise of the carnival shill, and in so doing defamiliarizes the fair by making the usual mercantile, critical, and social exchanges strange and even (who would have thunk
Your father now approaches the tree and says to you, "You can't hide from world." He raises the axe with his large arms and swings down at an angle, the blade cutting into the bark with a thunk
. You picture the bleeding sap and yell out.
As the thunk
of the nail gun and the scream of the radial saw have become the background music for my life, I have seen more and more materials go into our new house: wood from cedar, locust, cypress, and pine trees, metal mined from the ground, glues and finishes concocted from mysterious combinations of earth's elements.
A skunk sat on a stump and thunk
the stump stunk, but the stump thunk
the skunk stunk."
Their arrival is heralded by a metallic cranking sound followed by a noisy thunk
First, I did not feel the solid "thunk
" that usually accompanies a change in landing-gear configuration.