AgileColor provides a series of courses for PhD students, Postdocs and employees in the Netherlands but also in Europe. The need to design your own scientific work and layout your thesis book or posters is increasing everyday, that is why our courses are so popular. Iliana starts from the basics and dives into Illustrator, InDesign, and Photoshop to introduce to you to the scientific design. Since infographics have gained so much interest the last years, we have developed several workshops where we dive in the theory and principles of good infographic design.
Iliana is a certified teacher in the Netherlands from 2019 and most of the trainings she organizes through Wageningen University & Research and the University of Utrecht. If you are a student in these Universities you can subscribe directly via the platform of the University. In any other case please contact us for the availability and the possibilities.
“Reports are coming in that Elvis Presley, the rock and roll singer, died this evening at his home in Memphis, Tennessee.”
We all looked at each other in disbelief.
“Elvis is dead!”
It didn’t seem quite credible. And yet it wasn’t the kind of shock that followed the news of J.F.K. being cut down. There had been so much speculation about Presley’s mental and physical health that his death was unpleasantly predictable.
It was almost impossible to know what to think. My first impulse was to pick up the phone and call a couple of people. I tried two numbers, but they were both busy. Obviously other people had reacted the same way. It was the kind of news that demanded to be passed on. Elvis had always been there. For more than two decades he’d maintained a unique position in too many people’s lives. Despite all the depressing rumours it scarcely seemed possible that he’d gone, that Elvis Presley was dead at 42.
I guess the only word I can use is numb. Numb, and just very slightly embarrassed at the way I was reacting. It wasn’t the ordinary kind of grief that you feel for a personal friend. There was no voice telling me that I’d never see Elvis Presley again. Jesus Christ, I’d never seen him, ever. I didn’t even regret that I’d never get the chance to see him. The Elvis Presley I’d have given my right arm to watch was the wild hoodlum in the gold jacket who vanished into the US Army and never returned. I’d mourned his passing many years ago.
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