Traduction de «Téléphone à gros clavier » (Français → Anglais) :

Touch-Tone telephone [ Touch-Tone telephone set | touch dialing set ]

slider phone | slider cell phone | slide phone | slide up phone | slide

tone-generating telephone [ tone-generating phone ]

tone-generating telephone | tone-generating phone

touch-tone telephone

The results achieved in 2001 also indicate the substantial development of and potential for using new sources for data collection and provision of services: for example, pilot studies have focused on the use of mobile phones to calculate and provide travel times services on motorways.

The Canadian Federation of Agriculture has adopted a policy for rural telecommunications that includes the following points: make voice telephone service available to everyone; make single-party access to the public-switch telephone network available to everyone; improve the quality of telephone service sufficiently to allow rapid and reliable transmission of facsimile documents and data; provide rural telephone users with equal access to competitive long-distance carriers; provide rural telephone users with local access to value- ...[+++]added data networks; provide 911 emergency service with automatic number identification in rural areas; expand mobile or cellular telephone service; and lastly, make available to everyone touch-tone and custom-calling services—that is, services such as three-way calling, call forwarding, and call waiting.

However, in 1996 the Harris government wrote electronic voting into the elections act for Ontario and subsequently the city of North York carried out an electronic referendum in March of this year in which 152,000 people voted by touch tone telephone in five languages.

I live in the heart of a lost country yet one I've never left I was born here I'll die here a country that is no more but follows me everywhere I'd like to get out which I couldn't do they'd like to drive me out which they couldn't do sometimes it's so small that despite its great river and its lakes it's no bigger than a teardrop and sometimes so huge it goes on forever I took possession of it at birth proud discoverer out of my mother's womb like a caravel come from far beyond La Rochelle a country like the one I built in my childhood on Lake Saint Pierre among the cattails and reeds I put down my roots in the soil of legends so that the tree of my life draws the sap of poetry there a country of summers where fire my friend comes down fro ...[+++]m the zenith to swim with me a country of autumns where my inner forests sang flames of all colors a northern country with frosty eyes ice storm suns burning on snow a country where big flakes of snow geese melted into the pure air of spring in my country we're so crazy for beauty that meadow flowers turn into swallows and fly off on feathers of blue fragrance so crazy with music the icicles on the eves sound like a glass keyboard under little mallets of cold so crazy with magic that we see trees in January turn into great snowy owls under their down of frost so crazy for love that we stroke the skin of days and every river is a naked woman smiling on a bed of light no one dies in my country at every family gathering some of my most distant ancestors even those from 1663 from St-François du Havre de Grâce turn up with their instruments and start dancing if it happens one day I lose my lost country I'll become like the haggard homeless man who on winter nights at the end of a blind alley among trash and garbage cans makes his only home a dirty cardboard box