viva_la_revolucion.pdf

[robinturner]

Weird dream last night. I was arrested in a South American country from having co-wrote an article on alternative economic models. I think it was the woman I wrote it with, or maybe the editor they were after (although it was an English-language, vaguely academic political zine basedin Europe). Anyway, hee I am in the police station with some bigwig in the secret police wondering when the torture is going to start. I know I can't tell him what he wants to know, but am scared stiff of being tortured (an understandable response) so I decide to play him along a bit in the hope that something will happen to let me off the hook, or at the very least I have time to get my Stoic apatheia in gear. Strangely, the guy takes a real shine to me, and takes me with him when he goes shopping in his lunch. So here I am wandering around bargain basements and wondering if I'll have a chance to escape.

At this point I wake up with the word "PDF" in my head, and fell asleep to dream about the same article, except that this time I wasn't in prison, I was loking at the draft copies and wondering how I could make the necessary corrections and get it into PDF format.

The revolution will not be televised (but I'll probably end up typesetting it).