Word: instantness
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...Avant Instant Hand Sanitizer I generally avoid high-percentage alcohol gels because they remind me of cheap vodka: A whiff makes me nauseous, and I don't like the burn. If you're not a gel junkie either, Avant's Instant Hand Sanitizer - which rivals Purell's strength, with its 60% ethanol content - might change your mind. The scent is more like a vodka tonic with lime, and it dissipates quickly, leaving behind a faint whiff of something like linen-fragranced air freshener. The label says it's enriched with vitamins A and E - and, I'll admit, this product...
...miss each other, haven't seen each other in weeks and might be feeling a little insecure. So, that means you have to talk. West says he and his girlfriend communicate through "daily e-mail and text messages, and many phone calls in a week." He often uses instant-messaging with friends, but he reserves the phone for his partner: "Why text-chat when we can talk on the phone...
...shirts but magnets and mouse pads and coasters and clocks--has special value. For most people, I don't think it has much to do with investment; it's about placing inspiration under glass. You can capture historic moments in memory, but those fade and fracture. The buttons allow instant replay: the speeches, the spectacle, the grand finale. And who knows: maybe someday they'll have public as well as private value...
...disposal and the chance to find worth in the weird and worthless: bottle caps and matchbook covers, swizzle sticks and toilet seats. (There's a toilet-seat-art museum in San Antonio, Texas.) Since objects of desire tend to hold some special meaning, they let people connect with the instant intimacy of shared fixation. If you doubt this, stop by modernmoisttowelette.com to compare notes about the world's best hand wipes and their unexpected uses...
...Beijing, the dividends from recycling are instant: hard cash for discarded cardboard, paper and plastic bottles, paid by the junk men who trawl the streets on tricycles each morning, yelling "Collecting scrap! Collecting scrap!" So fierce is the demand that a bag of trash rarely makes it to the curb before someone is poking through it in search of recyclables...