Sentences with phrase «like draft blog»

Which is why I still use Dropbox for some things, like draft blog posts and eBooks, camera uploads, and board meeting documents for the non-profits I work with.

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I do nt have a cool blog account like you But if you really believe the raiders are gonna draft a DT When weve just signed Justin ellis to a 3 year $ 15m deal than you must be what i said u were.

I like their blog - to - book import feature, which is awesome for creating a first draft of a book from a series of blog posts (as suggested by Nina Amir http://howtoblogabook.com).

I plan to blog my way through this experience as a way of reflecting upon and retaining what I'm learning — about legal research, writing and drafting, oral and written advocacy and what thinking like a lawyer means in an increasingly dynamic legal profession.

If you would like to drive more traffic to your web site or perhaps just encourage more community commentary on your blog posts, consider auto - drafting Twitter updates for your regularly scheduled posts or promoting noteworthy happenings through a status update on Facebook.

Any lawyer who writes a blog will tell you that there are days when drafting the simplest post seems like an Olympian feat.

Chad Burton: I do draft quite a bit of content, whether it's articles, blog posts, and then not like you, but I still draft articles and things.

According to a post by HP's Vice President of Operations on the In - house Access blog, the curriculum incorporates company - specific training, topical bootcamp sessions, skills - based classes on areas like drafting and negotiation, a formal mentoring system and even a sort of reverse secondment wherein some attorneys work for a brief period at a BigLaw firm.

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It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.