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desk moved
Jul. 18th, 2007 01:57 amA very dramatic rainstorm this afternoon, which fortunately didn't last long.
My desk is now moved. Members of ICT services were required to carry my computer a whole approximate five metres across the room from one desk to another. I carried everything else. Much as I appreciate that this sort of assistance may be necessary for larger moves, I resent just a bit that I had to wait a day for them to get over here and carry the computer five metres. Oh well, at least they plugged in all the connections for me. (Don't laugh. We have a weird internal network.)
And I just wish to note, for the record, that I will be extremely amused in current Bleach events if cute little Nell turns out to be an illusion, agent, or puppet of Aizen. It'd be so like him.
20.5K/25K done.
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"There is no such thing at this date of the world's history in America as an independent press. You know it, and I know it. There is not one of you who dares to write his honest opinion, and if you did, you know beforehand it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinion out of the paper. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things. and any of you who would be so foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allow my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my paper, before 24 hours, my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it, and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the tools and the vassals of rich men behind the scenes. We are the jumping jacks. They pull the strings, and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes."
-- John Swinden, 1953, then head of the New York Times, when asked to toast an independent press in a gathering at the National Press Club (at a time when the public was not allowed to attend).
My desk is now moved. Members of ICT services were required to carry my computer a whole approximate five metres across the room from one desk to another. I carried everything else. Much as I appreciate that this sort of assistance may be necessary for larger moves, I resent just a bit that I had to wait a day for them to get over here and carry the computer five metres. Oh well, at least they plugged in all the connections for me. (Don't laugh. We have a weird internal network.)
And I just wish to note, for the record, that I will be extremely amused in current Bleach events if cute little Nell turns out to be an illusion, agent, or puppet of Aizen. It'd be so like him.
20.5K/25K done.
---
"There is no such thing at this date of the world's history in America as an independent press. You know it, and I know it. There is not one of you who dares to write his honest opinion, and if you did, you know beforehand it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinion out of the paper. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things. and any of you who would be so foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allow my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my paper, before 24 hours, my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it, and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the tools and the vassals of rich men behind the scenes. We are the jumping jacks. They pull the strings, and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes."
-- John Swinden, 1953, then head of the New York Times, when asked to toast an independent press in a gathering at the National Press Club (at a time when the public was not allowed to attend).
