Where did Tor's address go?

It's coming up on four months, and I want to send off an email about The Conduit. But either I've gone blind or there is no contact information whatever on the Tor site anymore. It's not tragic, I will find the address I need, but it is annoying.

And is this a trend? This is the second time lately I will have had to go around the bushes to hunt down contact information for an entity that supposedly wants manuscripts and things.

Edit: I did find the surface mail address in the middle of a paragraph in the FAQ, so that was me being blind. I'll use it if I don't find an email address that seems like the right one.

I wasted the morning making a master document for it because I thought it would make printing my new safe copy easier(I've tinkered very slightly and my old safe copy wasn't formatted to mail out "in case somebody asks for it soon"). It didn't. And it did cause lots of problems, all minor and irritating. For example, the chapter titles are supposed to be three lines, centered, single-spaced, starting a third of the way down the page. But everytime I do anything at all to the master document, the line spacing reverts to double-spaced and sometimes I lose either the center justification for the title or the left justification for the text and I also sometimes get bizarre extra hard rights and left tabs that mess things up. Yes, I know those things weren't like that a minute ago: I made sure of it. I've given up on the line spacing but I'm adamant about the others.

And another thing. Why do the page numbers get messed up when the subdocuments get condensed? It means that in order to print the pages correctly, the whole document has to be expanded. I guess it doesn't matter.

I remembered master documents as being these wonderful things that made life so much easier. I'm going to try again, by putting Afterwar in one, and see if it's any better if the manuscript is put into it before it's finished.

all broken

So I finally rode home my rummage sale bike today. Well, I got more than halfway home anyway. I hadn't been on a bike in a long time, but I remembered my strategy for making it down the steep Laurel Street hill and I tried to apply it, but I couldn't control the bike or slow it down so I tried to ditch on a piece of grass but I missed the grass and got the corner of the curb right in the middle of my nose so I have a big hole there now that I think will leave an ugly scar. I also have scrapes and bruises all over my face and on my hands. And I broke my glasses -- both lenses and they're expensive, being progressives and in glass -- and the bike is somewhat bent. And I bled all over my second-favorite shirt which is salt-and-pepper color with black dragonflies woven into it. I was only three blocks from home but I passed about six people on the way who didn't ask the shaky little old lady with blood all over her face if she was okay. I would have said yes, because I kind of was, but it would have been nice if they had asked, just in case.