Dolby Quotes

There are some sights that, once seen, can never be unseen. They replay themselves on a loop in your mind’s home-theatre system with Dolby surround sound until you’re so desperate to be rid of them that you’ll resort to other loops simply to dislodge them for a while.

Obsession of a strong-hearted woman, Mr. Dolby, can be more dangerous than ten men.

But maybe that's how it is with art. You suffer, and in the end, everyone thinks it's cool.

Lizzie and I arrived in the polluted heat of a London summer. We stood frozen at street corners as a blur of pedestrians burst out of the subways and spilled like ants down the pavements. The crowed bars, the expensive shops, the fashionable clothes - to me it all seemed a population rushing about to no avail...I stared at a huge poster of a woman in her underwear staring down at her own breasts. HELLO BOYS, she said. At the movies we witnessed sickening violence, except that this time we held tubs of popcorn between our legs and the gunfire and screams were broadcast in digital Dolby. We had escaped a skull on a battlefield, only to arrive in London, where office workers led lines of such tedium and plenty that they had to entertain themselves with all the f****** and killing on the big screen. So here then was the prosperous, democratic and civilized Western world. A place of washing machines, reality TV, Armani, frequent-flier miles, mortgages. And this is what the Africans are supposed to hope for, if they're lucky.

And though it has been in no way a romantic evening, she embraces me and this time emanates a warmth I’m not familiar with. I am so used to imagining everything happening the way it occurs in movies, visualizing things falling somehow into the shape of events on a screen, that I almost hear the swelling of an orchestra, can almost hallucinate the camera panning low around us, fireworks bursting in slow motion overhead, the seventy-millimeter image of her lips parting and the subsequent murmur of “I want you” in Dolby sound. But my embrace is frozen and I realize, at first distantly and they with greater clarity, that the havoc raging inside me is gradually subsiding and she is kissing me on the mouth and this jars me back into some kind of reality and I lightly push her away. She glances up at me fearfully. “Listen, I’ve got to go,” I say, checking my Rolex. “I don’t want to miss… Stupid Pet Tricks.

Dolby was in the driver’s seat. “Surround Sound” was added. Now we had three speakers behind the screen, two more on the left side of the theater, and two on the right. A closely guarded secret about all this is that you hear the correct balance only if you’re sitting in the center of the theater. On the left or right side, those speakers tend to dominate.

In fact, vibrators were one of the first appliances to be electrified in the late nineteenth century, not long after the sewing machine but well ahead of the vacuum cleaner. It seems the Victorians had their priorities right.

So, is 100-percent detection of deepfakes hopeless? In the very long term, 100-percent detection may be possible with a totally different approach—to authenticate every photo and video ever taken by every camera or phone using blockchain technology (which guarantees that an original has never been altered), at the time of capture. Then any photo loaded to a website must show its blockchain authentication. This process will eliminate deepfakes. However, this “upgrade” will not arrive by 2041, as it requires all devices to use it (like all AV receivers use Dolby Digital today), and blockchain needs to become fast enough to process this at scale.

Lloyd moved to the blackboard and wrote ‘Maneater, Hall and Oates’ at the bottom of a long list of songs and artists. The blackboard in the kitchen had once been installed as a way of communication for the house. It had turned into a list of Songs That You Would Never See In The Same Light Again. This was basically a list of songs that our serial killing landlord had blared at one time or another at top volume to cover the sound of his heavy electric power tools. It was a litany of 70’s and 80’s music. Blondie, Heart of Glass was on the list. So was Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry like the Wolf’. Sam had jokingly given him an Einstürzende Neubauten CD on the premise that his tools would blend right in to the music, and he’d returned it the next day, saying it was too suspicious-sounding and made him very nervous for some reason. The next weekend, we had gone right back to the 80’s with the Missing Persons and Dead or Alive. I tried not to think about why he was playing the music, but it was a little hard not to think about. The strange thumps sometimes suggested that he’d gotten a live one downstairs and was merrily bashing in their skull in the name of his psoriasis to the tune of ‘It’s My Life’ by Talk Talk. Other times I listened in horror as my favorite Thomas Dolby songs were accompanied by an annoying high-pitched buzzsaw whine that altered as if it had entered some sort of solid tissue. He never borrowed music from us again – he claimed our music was too disturbing and dark, and shunned our offerings of Ministry and Nine Inch Nails in favor of some­thing nice and happy by Abba. You’ve never had a restless night from imagining someone deboning a human body while blaring ‘Waterloo’ or ‘Fernando’. It’s not fun.

Their voices rose as one to the vaulted ceiling, which then distributed the sound into every corner of the church like a divine Dolby surround sound system.

They’re not even lovers,’ said Dolby. ‘They told the news. They’re just very best friends who have found that the person they each want to be is a combination of the two of them.’ I was lagging several beats behind them. ‘“Compatible.” Why do you think they’re compatible?’ ‘Are you kidding? Aren’t you compatible with yourself?’ I gave a short laugh. ‘Depends on who you ask.’ ‘Well, you can’t imagine. The Joy of Congruence is completely beyond you.’ ‘I hope you won’t be offended if I take that as a compliment.’ As soon as I said it, the word lit up in my head. Except it was spelled complement.

Dacă natura n-ar fi mutilat pe nimeni, dacă tiparul ar fi fost de fiecare dată fără cusur, omenirea ar fi rămas o specie de proto-hominizi, fericită, fără nici o intenţie de progres, trăind foarte bine fără Prozac, fără prezervative şi reader dolby digital de DVD.

What on earth was I to do for the next couple of days? Tapestry? It was not in my nature to sit still. Perhaps it was time I learnt how to wait. I would be humble, self-sacrificing. Patient. Even though I was only mildly religious, I imagined myself on my knees before the altar in my local church, praying for his return. Knitting socks for soldiers. Reading improving texts, crying a little into my pillow as I prayed. Perhaps affection changed one fundamentally as a person. I could join a nunnery, briefly, until he came back. I contemplated my possible futures glumly and then shook myself back to common sense.

Breaking into the museum was seeming easier every day. There was no security guard at night, Mackenzie had discovered, perhaps because nobody wanted to steal tortured animals.

am with my fiancé. He is off playing billiards. He often leaves me at parties. I can get a little lonely. But now I have found you! Perhaps we shall become bosom acquaintances.’ ‘Oh my dear, my bosom is too old to get acquainted with anyone,

The two detectives were as different as chicken soup and stewed tripe and I would choose chicken soup every time.

Television and the internet may offer anyone and everyone their fifteen minutes of fame; the passions and obsessions that drive human nature, however, remain the same same.

authority. She is a serious figure: Her Majesty, the British monarch and head of the Commonwealth. But as anyone who has ever met her will tell you, in person she is very warm and human with a well-developed sense of humour. Look at it another way,

Listen, these things take time to reach ground zero Change hits so hard and the world turns so slow These things take time and next time you'll know But the beauty of a dream is you don't let it go You don't ever let it go

Prince Philip asked a driving instructor in Oban, Scotland, in 1995, ‘How do you keep your natives off the booze long enough to get them through the test?