When I asked for a Word file so we could set it up in the standard layout (as well as getting permission to use all the charts and images) they said there was no Word file ... leaving me to assume that the Acrobat fairy gifted them with the PDF, right from the head of the author.
Maybe they used InDesign or Quark XPress (if anyone still uses Quark), and so they took your request extremely literally, and were correct when they said there was no Word file. Did you ask for a source file (literally those words: "source file"), rather than "Word file"? That might work.
I just thought it was perceptive of your subconscious to recognize the creepiness that is Krauthammer.
Today at work we watched the snow start to fall out of our office windows. Starting out with fat fluffy flakes that lazily floated down. When it got thicker, I noted that it looked like a murmuration, with the depth of field contrasting the different upsweeps in the breeze. I don't think I've seen snowfall quite so pretty before.
I have baffled myself. At the stop light leaving wrk, I swapped my glasses for my sunglasses. Get home, that glasses case is empty. No glasses in my purse, anywhere i can see in the car, in my jacket pockets, anywhere I've been in the house. How did I manage that?
Come to the Bay Area! But not in March.
Part of my problem is that I have several trips to come later in the summer, so maybe I should be watching my budget, but meh.
-t, are they on top of your head? . . . Sorry, couldn't resist.
I have baffled myself. At the stop light leaving wrk, I swapped my glasses for my sunglasses. Get home, that glasses case is empty. No glasses in my purse, anywhere i can see in the car, in my jacket pockets, anywhere I've been in the house. How did I manage that?
Parallel universe. I keep telling people things slip into parallel universes, but despite all the evidence, no one belives me.
I bet you find them on your desk at work.
A spot of mearaing:
Congratulations Jess and ND!
I sprang fullblown from the brow of Zeus. At least as far as I know.
I myself imagine that I emerged from the brow of Dr Zeus.
Basically, two hundred years ago, there was no individual soldier with a public voice; the names of infantryment weren't even recorded in the historical record. Today, a soldier can write a blog from a personal laptop in country, and take photos from a combat outpost. From an ethical standpoint it's a revolution.
Interesting! Do you cover Skippy's List? [link]
Ahaha, number 3! My cousin got in trouble for that when he was stationed aboard the Ike. He had some kind of a wand with...stuff on it. He had the flight deck crew piss scared of him.
Worth checking, Julie! But no.
I hope so, Zen, because I do not know where else to look. I have a clear memory of swapping them while I was in the car, but maybe that's a memory from another day. If this is the worst thing that happens to me today I'll be in good shape, in any case.
Currently experimenting with watching TV through my sunglasses. Not terrible.
