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• Occupy Wall Street | Taiwanese animation, captions
  — found at The Real News
  
  

• Four Horsemen | documentary, Official Trailer I
  — Global mega-trends are converging when governments, organised religion and mainstream economists have stalled. [Excerpted from the above home page; the film hasn't been released, as noted on their site.]
  
  — [FROM YOUTUBE NOTES.] Director: Ross Ashcroft | Featured: Noam Chomsky, Max Keiser, Joseph Stiglitz, Prof. Herman Daly, Dr. Ha-Joon Chang, Simon Johnson, Michael Hudson, Colonel Lawrence Wilkerson, John Perkins, Tarek Al Diwany, Gillian Tett, Camila Batmanghelidjh, James Turk, David Morgan, Hugo Salinas Price and more... [All speakers here.]
  
  — The first video is the trailer; the other three available
  videos feature speakers not included in the trailer.
  
  
  
  [REFER.]

• The Future of Video Ads
  — PillarBox Media | published February, 2010
  
  
  
  It’s About You [and focus, illumination, sounds, stories]
  — PillarBox Media | published February, 2010
  
  
  
  Passionate | Tyne and Wear
  — PillarBox Media | published March, 2011
  
  

• Occupy DC | Derrick Jensen via Skype
  — Parts One and Two of Two

This is Bud Haggart, who pioneered the "prompter ear". Talent reads copy into a recorder which is then transmitted to an earpiece. The talent then repeats their own recorded voice back with a 2 second delay. This device is still prevalent today and saves TONS of time on-set: no memorizing, no TelePrompTer.

Bud made this demo to show he could handle any bulls*&t copy thrown at him. He almost always nailed long, difficult passages in one take.

• The Ringing of Revolution | Phil Ochs
  — Looking through the Lounge's Listening Thread,
  I found this video posted here. Thank You, JD.

• LYRICS.
  In a building of gold, with riches untold,
  lived the families on which the country was founded.
  And the merchants of style, with their red velvet smiles,
  were there, for they also were hounded.
  And the soft middle class crowded in to the last,
  for the building was fully surrounded.
  And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution.
  
  Sadly they stared and sank in their chairs
  and searched for a comforting notion.
  And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall
  As they shook in doubtful devotion.
  The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their drinks,
  wet their minds in bitter emotion.
  And they talked about the ringing of revolution.
  
  We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared,
  for our time was taken with treasure.
  Oh, life was a game, and work was a shame,
  And pain was prevented by pleasure.
  The world, cold and grey, was so far away
  In the distance only money could measure.
  But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution.
  
  The clouds filled the room in darkening doom
  as the crooked smoke rings were rising.
  How long will it take, how can we escape
  Someone asks, but no one's advising.
  And the quivering floor responds to the roar,
  In a shake no longer surprising.
  As closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution.
  
  Softly they moan, please leave us alone
  As back and forth they are pacing.
  And they cover their ears and try not to hear
  With pillows of silk they're embracing.
  And the crackling crowd is laughing out loud,
  peeking in at the target they're chasing.
  Now trembling inside the ringing of revolution.
  
  With compromise sway we give in half way
  When we saw that rebellion was growing.
  Now everything's lost as they kneel by the cross
  Where the blood of christ is still flowing.
  Too late for their sorrow they've reached their tomorrow
  and reaped the seed they were sowing.
  Now harvested by the ringing of revolution.
  
  In tattered tuxedos they faced the new heroes
  and crawled about in confusion.
  And they sheepishly grinned for their memories were dim
  of the decades of dark execution.
  Hollow hands were raised; they stood there amazed
  in the shattering of their illusions.
  As the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution.
  
  Down on our knees we're begging you please,
  We're sorry for the way you were driven.
  There's no need to taunt just take what you want,
  and we'll make amends, if we're living.
  But away from the grounds the flames told the town
  that only the dead are forgiven.
  As they vanished inside the ringing of revolution.

• Flooding hits Thailand | world heritage site
  
  

• The Great Dictator | Kinetic Typography
  — Monologo, Charlie Chaplin