Task: converting .eml files into PDF trial exhibits. They open in Outlook, but printing puts my name at the top. Solution: change the Title font to Adobe Blank Font so it does not show.
https://www.msoutlook.info/question/859 – Adobe Blank Font
A Softer World – great storytelling with photos! http://www.asofterworld.com/
Blending layers without masking: http://creativepro.com/mastering-photoshop-smart-objects-blending-layers-without-masking/
- Layers option – in gray mode, change opacity of layer
- Split slider to make smooth transition
- Convert to smart object – take out black background to do outer glow
- Blur layer with Gaussian blur of one pixel
- Screen blending mode for layer
- Blending options for underlying layer
- Animate with timeline to move underlying layer of clouds
Leon saw that life could be hideous or beautiful, often both, but never mediocre. He knew that every tiny thing that happened had to be considered, felt, enjoyed, either fought with or fought for.
A novel by poet and rapper Kate Tempest—it follows the story of the album Everybody Down.
… I am trying to tell the truth to its “teeth and forehead, ” as Shakespeare says. Yet I am afraid that I am building a big lie out of tiny facts, that everything I say about who I was and how I lived will imply that I could have lived no other life, that I was entirely dispossessed of freedom of will. The simple fact that tortures me to this very instant is that I was never without freedom of will, that at any of countless junctures I could have said, “No,” and I would have lived a different life. Nothing was truly inevitable, and even when I didn’t know I was making a choice, I was—and I must bear the burden of those choices. Most troubling of all, however, are the times when I did know I was making a choice and a voice inside me told me that the choice was wrong but l didn’t listen—because I didn’t believe the voice, or I didn’t want to believe it, or because I couldn’t really hear it among a thousand other voices. But nevertheless, it spoke, and l didn’t listen, and l am damned.
What did you pour on Bob’s hair?