It’s like going back to school and not in a bad way! [World Quality Day]


Today we hosted the “World Quality Day” and I had the opportunity to listen and learn with two professors, one that changed me academically and another that tested me professionally.


To those two I have to thank.

PS: lets not forget that other one that saw me as a winning horse and continues to bet on me...
PS2: yeah, I'm a winning horse! Deal with it!
PS3: a video is coming but it's still rendering....

1984: honest review [book]

“He who controls the past controls the future.

He who controls the present controls the past.”

― George Orwell, 1984

Those words keep repeating loudly in my head since I read this book. F-word, probably the most haunting not to mention frightening book I’ve ever read.

The year 1984 has come and gone, but George Orwell’s prophetic, nightmarish vision in 1949 of the world we were becoming is timelier than ever, especially considering the reality we are living.

A 1947 draft manuscript of the first page of Nineteen Eighty-Four, showing the editorial development.

1984 is still the great modern classic of Utopia, or perhaps a Dystopia, where it’s leaders regulate their citizen, in the most extreme ways. This one is a haunting novel that creates an imaginary world that is completely convincing, from the first sentence to the last four words.

Big Brother is always watching
Big Brother is watching

And if you are you expecting a happy ending, where love triumphs over all and human spirit is set free, well perhaps you should read the book…

Working, eating, drinking, sleeping, talking, thinking, procreating…in short living, all are controlled by the state. Any hint of obedience or dislike can be detected by various state apparatus such as the Thought Police, telescreen, or even your children, who will not hesitate to betray you to the authorities, betray is the wrong word to be used because even that action brings pride to their fathers… Even language is modified in such ways that you cannot express yourself, since individualism is a crime. What a scary world…

Nikolai Yezhov walking with Stalin in the top photo from the mid 1930s. Following his execution in 1940, Yezhov was edited out of the photo by Soviet censors. Yezhov became an “unperson.”

The past is controlled, rewritten into something that will strengthen the incumbent ruler. Who controls the past, controls the future. Who controls the present, controls the past. There is no real truth. The “truth” is what the state says it is. Black is white, 2+2=5, if the state says so.


Don’t forget “Big Brother is watching”!


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

by Rudyard Kipling