A lot of times our clients want to link a menu item directly to a file for download. Typically they have something like a pdf brochure that they want to be downloadable from a primary menu link or linked to from within another node.
In the past we would ftp the file to the server and just set the path to link directly to that file. Now we use a module called 'Downloadable File' that allows the content managers to create these downloadable files without requiring FTP access.
You can get the 'Downloadable File' module here http://features.centogram.com/node/4 .
-Jerod Fritz
Not sure why I even feel like posting this - probably because I’m overwhelmed with things I should be doing so naturally want to do something I don’t have to. At any rate, here are my rough self-guidelines for twitter usage. No promises of success, no analytics tracking data to back them up. Just what feels right.
Within the past couple of weeks we noticed we had lost another long-term neighbor on our street, and it greatly saddens me.
This happened already earlier this year - a gnawing sensation of gone-ness that finally develops into certainty. These people, these neighbors, these folks we’ve waved to and brought Christmas treats to for 14 years, this Asian family with the little girls we watched grow into young women, these people are gone.
And not just “hey, he got a new job and we’re moving!” kind of gone. Or “hey, we outgrew our house so bought a bigger one!” kind of gone.
No, this is the type of gone where no one saw them pack up and move. One day they were there, the next day the house looks like the shell of a lost loved one, laying with eyes closed in the casket. Oh - we hoped it was just a vacation and in a couple of weeks they would be back with the cars filling the driveway, the grill going in the garage, and the raised hands (often with a beer in them) as we drove by.
But no, it’s been at least a month. The grass is overgrown. Trash is laying in the driveway. The mail is unclaimed. Before too long a bank notice will appear on the door and we’ll see a locksmith truck in the driveway. Soon after, a Realtor sign in the yard. Maybe the grass will be cut, the bushes will get trimmed and the garage door will get painted.
And, with any luck, a few weeks later some cars will visit. And be back for another visit. And the Realtor sign will get pulled out of the grass and leaned against the side of the garage. The front doors will be propped open while a overladen truck backs up the drive.
One foreclosed house on our street is already healing, with a young family filling its walls and a new baby swing hanging from the branches of the lush oak in the front yard. We hope this one follows suit.
And we hope that, wherever they are, our former neighbors know we feel the regret of not stopping more and talking. Of not learning names. Of not just being flat-out better at living close by.
We hope they know they are missed.
2 days after the election and we still cannot sure who will be Australia’s next Prime Minister. Most exciting election in Australia over the last 50 years? More like most disastrous to me. Although I did vote for that Mid-Night Oil guy (who else is worthy in Kingsford-Smith?) I gotta say that I am really disappointed with the blame game. Not saying the coalition is any better. Anyway. No wonder we have record high informal votes.
Here is a clipping from my Facebook status. Have to find a better way to backup the comments there.

Taiwanese news channel Next Media Animation did have a pretty good take on the election though :)