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Jul. 25th, 2016 03:10 pmWent whale watching yesterday (humpbacks, minkes and a fin whale) and turned myself into a crispy critter. To the point where I almost didn't come to work today because I didn't want to have to say "No, it doesn't hurt" to everybody I talk to. But it was fun, as it usually is, and I got some decent video of humpbacks. I have finally learned that taking stills of whales with the camera I have is an exercise in futility, because by the time the shutter closes, the whale is elsewhere. But I do love my camera for taking still pictures of things that don't move very much.
It's been long enough since we (meaning I, because I'm the one who always does it) submitted an article for publication that I forgot how the dance goes. It goes like this: boss asks me to submit article. I confirm authors, confirm order they should be listed in (it matters) and confirm that I have the version of the article we want to submit. I go through the six or seven variations on username and password for the article submission site until I get the right one. I fill out all the information and upload the files and submit the article, which sends all the authors an email. At least one of the following happens: 1) one of the authors wants to be removed; 2) boss realizes the version I submitted isn't actually the right one, despite my asking; 3) somebody else who read the article and made comments has to be added to the authors list; 4) the journal has changed its formatting requirements and bounces the article until we get the formatting fixed and resubmit. (Today's winners are #2 and #3.) I don't know why I bother submitting anything the first time if the chances of having to resubmit are better than 50%.
My shoulder hurts. It must be humid again. (It is; I was outside for lunch and it's disgusting.) I almost wouldn't mind getting caught in a thunderstorm before I get home, white shirt notwithstanding, if it would clear the air out a bit. But the thunderstorms always break up before they get here.
It's been long enough since we (meaning I, because I'm the one who always does it) submitted an article for publication that I forgot how the dance goes. It goes like this: boss asks me to submit article. I confirm authors, confirm order they should be listed in (it matters) and confirm that I have the version of the article we want to submit. I go through the six or seven variations on username and password for the article submission site until I get the right one. I fill out all the information and upload the files and submit the article, which sends all the authors an email. At least one of the following happens: 1) one of the authors wants to be removed; 2) boss realizes the version I submitted isn't actually the right one, despite my asking; 3) somebody else who read the article and made comments has to be added to the authors list; 4) the journal has changed its formatting requirements and bounces the article until we get the formatting fixed and resubmit. (Today's winners are #2 and #3.) I don't know why I bother submitting anything the first time if the chances of having to resubmit are better than 50%.
My shoulder hurts. It must be humid again. (It is; I was outside for lunch and it's disgusting.) I almost wouldn't mind getting caught in a thunderstorm before I get home, white shirt notwithstanding, if it would clear the air out a bit. But the thunderstorms always break up before they get here.
