Posted on 10/23/2008 5:24:32 PM PDT by Goonch
HAHAHA! Perfect!
GEICO
Party ownership of the print media ....... The Ministry of Truth, Winston's place of work, contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding ramifications below. The Ministsry of Truth concerned itself with Lies. Party ownership of the print media made it easy to manipulate public opinion, and the film and radio carried the process further. The primary job of the Ministry of Truth was to supply the citizens of Oceania with newspapers, films, textbooks, telescreen programmes, plays, novels - with every conceivable kind of information, instruction, or entertainment, from a statue to a slogan, from a lyric poem to a biological treatise, and from a child's spelling-book to a Newspeak dictionary. Winston worked in the RECORDS DEPARTMENT (a single branch of the Ministry of Truth) editing and writing for The Times. He dictated into a machine called a speakwrite. Winston would receive articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to alter, or, in Newspeak, rectify. If, for example, the Ministry of Plenty forecast a surplus, and in reality the result was grossly less, Winston's job was to change previous versions so the old version would agree with the new one. This process of continuous alteration was applied not only to newspapers, but to books, periodicals, pamphlets, posters, leaflets, films, sound-tracks, cartoons, photographs - to every kind of literature or documentation which might conceivably hold any political or ideological significance. When his day's work started, Winston pulled the speakwrite towards him, blew the dust from its mouthpiece, and put on his spectacles. He dialed 'back numbers' on the telescreen and called for the appropriate issues of The Times, which slid out of the pneumatic tube after only a few minutes' delay. The messages he had received referred to articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to rectify. In the walls of the cubicle there were three orifices. To the right of the speakwrite, a small pneumatic tube for written messages; to the left, a larger one for newspapers; and on the side wall, within easy reach of Winston's arm, a large oblong slit protected by a wire grating. This last was for the disposal of waste paper. Similar slits existed in thousands or tens of thousands throughout the building, not only in every room but at short intervals in every corridor. For some reason they were nicknamed memory holes. When one knew that any document was due for destruction, or even when one saw a scrap of waste paper lying about, it was an automatic action to lift the flap of the nearest memory hole and drop it in, whereupon it would be whirled away on a current of warm air to the enormous furnaces which were hidden somewhere in the recesses of the building. As soon as Winston had dealt with each of the messages, he clipped his speakwritten corrections to the appropriate copy of The Times and pushed them into the pneumatic tube. Then, with a movement which was as nearly as possible unconsicious, he crumpled up the original message and any notes that he himself had made, and dropped them into the memory hole to be devoured by the flames. What happened in the unseen labyrinth to which the tubes led, he did not know in detail, but he did know in general terms. As soon as all the corrections which happened to be necessary in any particular number of The Times had been assembled and collated, that number would be reprinted, the original copy destroyed, and the corrected copy placed on the files in its stead. In the cubicle next to him the little woman with sandy hair toiled day in day out, simply at tracking down and deleting from the Press the names of people who had been vaporized and were therefore considered never to have existed. And this hall, with its fifty workers or thereabouts, was only one-sub-section, a single cell, as it were, in the huge complexity of the Records Department. Beyond, above, below, were other swarms of workers engaged in an unimaginable multitude of jobs. There were huge printing-shops and their sub editors, their typography experts, and their elaborately equipped studios for the faking of photographs. There was the tele-programmes section with its engineers, its producers and its teams of actors specially chosen for their skill in imitating voices; clerks whose job was simply to draw up lists of books and periodicals which were due for recall; vast repositories where the corrected documents were stored; and the hidden furnaces where the original copies were destroyed. And somewhere or other, quite anonymous, there were the directing brains who co-ordinated the whole effort and laid down the lines of policy which made it necessary that this fragment of the past should be preserved, that one falsified, and the other rubbed out of existence. |
For a band that doesn’t get radio airplay, that is even more amazing.
I loathe the music industry because it denies the market the acts that are genuinely popular. It pushes Britney-Pink-JayZ-AmericanIdol rehash.
“I don’t want to work, I just want to bang on the drums all day...” - Todd R.
Can’t play drums but am willing to learn
I fully agree with you. More often than not, the bands I find out about are either from word of mouth, clicking their albums while browsing bands on Amazon.com, or in the most recent case, going to a concert and loving what I saw and heard.
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Notice the Guy on the lower right.. checking out the wet t-shirt contestant...
Then, moving left.. what happened when the wife found out...
A lot of folks don’t know that Brian Johnson was in “Geordie” prior to hooking up with AC/DC.
He did a great cover of ‘House Of The Rising Sun’, which is probably one of my all-time top favorite songs.
Every time we go see a bar band, I ask for it...and I tell them to sing it like they’ve lived it.
[and I base my opinion of the band solely on whether they do...or not]...:))
He also did a solo album called “Strange Man”.
Here’s his version off of that album:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYZlwYn8MhI
Very good.
The Young’s had another brother, George, who founded “Flash And The Pan”
Here’s “Hey St. Peter”
Really good but little known band.
[who lived up to their name]...:)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1_yJi9ihJw
He’s channelling Maynard G Krebs.
Either you have your own "Way Back" machine or you're as old as me;-)
Maynard G Krebs rules. (’Work?!?’) We still have one of the Dobie Gillis gang out here in California, unfortunately it’s leftwing crackpot Sheila Kuehl.
“Either you have your own “Way Back” machine or you’re as old as me;-)”
The only Way Back Machine I acknowledge is the property of Professor Peabody and his boy, Sherman.
If I had to be ruled, I would rather be ruled by Thalia Menninger.
“If I had to be ruled, I would rather be ruled by Thalia Menninger.”
I’ll second that, even though I never would have remembered the name of Tiuesday Weld’s character. She turned my young mind to mush.
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