Sunday, 31 May 2015

Sunday morning grumble about Intellectual Property

I didn't get much sleep last night. The neighbours — whose bed is separated from mine by a scandalously thin wall — were up half the night doing something that involved a lot of giggling and squealing. So, considering the mood I'm in right now, I figured this would be the perfect time for a rant on the topic of intellectual property. You have been warned.

This morning, I made myself a pot of tea and sat down to listen to the latest episode of Download This Show. If you're not familiar with it, it's a Radio National program which utterly fails in its mission to condense a week's worth of technology news into a half hour. Sadly, it also appears to be the best we can manage here in AUS.

To be fair, it's not that it's a horrible show; it's just that with a mere half hour a week, you don't tend to get much more than the surface of the surface of the surface being scratched; and this week's episode was a perfect example: A debate on copyright with a panel at the Sydney Writer's Festival — conducted in under 30 minutes — including Q&A. Right; sounds like we're going to have plenty of time to get past all the superficial bullshit and really get into the weeds on this one.

I thought the long-winded wanker who normally host the show probably made the best point of all; that wide-spread piracy is the grim reality of this world and no amount of ideological carping is going to change that; so we all may as well just save our breaths and look for a practical solution.

… Which should really be the last word in the discussion, shouldn't it? Yeah, well, no, fuck it, I feel like doing some ideological carping …

Of course, I have to disagree with the writers who were on the panel; how else am I going to alienate the only two people who might potentially read this. The main points that I do not feel were adequately rebuffed were these:

  • Downloading a movie is like stealing a new Mercedes Benz.
  • Consumers are greedy arseholes with entitlement issues.
  • File sharing may end up stranding us in a "cultural desert".

First of all, downloading a movie is nothing like stealing a car. Why? Because you aren't stealing anything. Breaking copyright is literally the act of COPYING something you don't have the legal rights to copy. The correct analogy would be, "It's like if you had some futuristic device that could scan a new Mercedes Benz and then replicate it millions of times for almost no cost". And you better fucking believe that if that technology existed, EVERYBODY would be doing it. Mark my words, if affordable, usable, 3D printing technology ever gets beyond the level of wanky little knickknacks and novelty bullshit, this IS going to become an issue.

As far as I'm concerned, the term "intellectual property" is an oxymoron. Property is inherently physical. Ideas are not. Ideas seem like something we should be able to own because that's how we've all been conditioned to think. We are all wrong. But, how could we ALL be wrong? Well, for another example of how this sort of thing can happen, contact your local church.

In reality, copyright is about person-A being ENTITLED to tell person-B what person-B can and can't do with property that person B owns. As a crude example, if you were to download this webpage onto your computer, you wouldn't be stealing it; you'd be making your own copy of it out of physical materials that you own (the bits on your hard drive). The idea behind copyright, is that I should be ENTITLED to tell you that you can't then use that physical thing you own (your property) to make and distribute copies of said webpage (as if you'd actually want to). "Intellectual property" is an extra layer of bullshit magical thinking on top, which expands this concept of ENTITLEMENT by saying that if you have a copy of this webpage on your hard drive, you are actually somehow in possession of my property, and if you do make copies of it, you are now somehow stealing from me. Which is just crap really, isn't it?

Despite how this surely sounds, this isn't an argument against copyright; it's an argument about how we think about copyright. Copyright is about ensuring creators have a monopoly privilege by artificially limiting market availability. That's fine. It's when we start equating this with property rights that things turn to shit.

According to Wikipedia, which I assume is right about everything, we inherited our copyright law from the poms. The Statute Of Anne (1710), ENTITLED individual authors to control over the copying of their work for 14 or 28 years, depending on how long they lived. After that, said ENTITLEMENT was lifted and the work then entered "the commons", rightfully making it just another part of our shared culture. In other words, it was a LIMITED ENTITLEMENT. The Copyright Act of 1842 expanded this ENTITLEMENT to the author's life +7 years, The Copyright Act of 1911 expanded this ENTITLEMENT again to life +50 years, and our own amendment of 2004 again expanded this ENTITLEMENT to life +70 years.

Let's face it, before we get to 2024, they're going to retroactively add another 20 years on to that, and then another, and then another, until somebody finally has the balls to make copyright unlimited. The commons is dead. And why shouldn't it be. Copyright is about intellectual property, right? And ownership of property isn't something that expires; property is something you own, that you can pass down through your family for generations, or that a company can hold onto forever. Fuck the public; what makes them think they should be ENTITLED to anything?

As a point of contrast, I would like to note that patents have a maximum lifespan of 20 years. Let me say that again; if you invent something, your ENTITLEMENT will be LIMITED to a maximum of 20 years. See, unlike in the creative arts, in the field of technology, we apparently still see the benefit of having LIMITED ENTITLEMENT where things revert to the commons. Find me one writer at one of these festivals who thinks that copyright terms should be brought back into line with patents or even returned to their original limit of 28 years, and I swear I'll bare my arse in Pitt Street.

Ah, but you see, it's really those nasty consumers, the pirates, the "downloaders", the hypothetical Waynes from Wagga who are the greedy self-entitled arseholes, isn't it? In case you didn't pick up on it, that point kind of stuck in my craw. And you know what? I don't even disagree with it. I think most pirates probably are greedy, self-entitled arseholes. The difference is, I also think most creators are greedy self-entitled arseholes too. I think people generally are greedy self-entitled arseholes; I certainly know I am. So, what gets me is this portrayal of the situation as a question of morality; when, as far as I can see, it's really just one mob of greedy self-entitled arseholes arguing with another mob of greedy self entitled arseholes about who's more entitled to their entitlement.

Lastly, this point about the creation of a cultural desert. This has got to be the most pompous load of shit I've heard. There's more music, video, pictures, and stories being shared now than ever before. And I'm not talking about pirated stuff; I'm talking about normal people sharing their creative works with other normal people. What this argument represents is a certain class of creative professional saying, "Hey, it's only our work that really counts. If we go away, that's the end of culture". Yeah, well fuck off then; go away and see what happens. See if anybody even notices. Yeah, sure, professionally produced stuff like Game Of Thrones is wonderful, I love it, I'm thankful that it exists; but it's not the be all and end all of creative culture. In fact, I doubt it'll even amount to a blip in the grand scheme of things. I'll bet you, in 50 years, few people are going to even remember what Game Of Thrones was, much less give a shit. And you know what? If it did suddenly end today for some reason — you know what I think would happen? — I think people would just move on and find something else to get excited about.

Put simply, if you're worried you won't be able to make a living through the creative arts because of people "stealing" your work; do something else. I guarantee the world and its culture will do just fine without you.

Not that piracy actually appears to be bankrupting many industries anyway. Well, at least not according to the examples they gave of movies that have been affected by piracy:

The Hurt Locker (2009)
Made $49 million at the box office, off a budget of $15 million; and an extra $30 million in DVD sales in the US alone.
The Grandmaster (2013)
Made $64 million off a budget of $38 million.

Do you know why movies cost $38 million to make? Because big name actors, directors, etc, are millionaires who get paid millions of dollars. And do you know why they get paid millions of dollars? Because that's what the market can bear.

Honestly, I don't know why those two movies were brought up in this debate. It seems fucking stupid to me.

As a post script, I'd like to point out that I'm not trying to defend being a stingy cunt. I give money to several projects and websites, most of which supply free services, because I want them to continue operating. If there's something you really want to see continue, you should also contribute towards making it happen. Buy the product, buy the merchandise, don't block the ads, use Patreon, Flattr, Kickstarter, donate directly, whatever. But don't be that stingy cunt that I'm definitely not trying to defend.

Rant over. Feel free to tell me I'm a dickhead. I won't bite. All my venom's exhausted.

For the time being anyway.

Sunday, 24 May 2015

Eurovision 2015: FINAL [SBS 24-05-2015 7:30PM AEST]

I've decided to do commentary during the SBS re-broadcast tonight. Melba, if you're around, feel free to join in. Squib, if you drop in from the future, no spoilers please.

In the meantime, I thought I'd do a recap of the poor buggers who didn't make the cut.


Contents

Wow, the EBU have really got their shit together. The finals ended less than an hour ago (real time), and already they've got everything up on their official YouTube channel. Which certainly makes things convenient for me.

However, since I maybe, possibly, went a little overboard on this post, I thought I might add some links to different sections:


Semi Final 1

Moldova

This bloke was remarkably popular at my house, especially once his shirt came off. Personally, I thought he looked dorky; and the whole stripper theme was a bit off-putting. Didn't much care for the song either.

Netherlands

We couldn't work out why this woman appeared to be wearing some sort of black bag. Our best guess was that some stylist thought it might be a good way to cover up a short, stocky figure. Boo. It looks rubbish, but it did introduce our fashion theme for this year: deep plunging necklines. So keep your eyes peeled. What about the song, I hear you ask; well, it's got a little too much "Aiy-yi-yi, whoa-oo-oo" in it for my taste.

Finland

Four old blokes with mental disabilities doing an old school punk song. It's actually kind of touching if you watch it with subtitles. It's like an angered reaction to being an adult who has to live like a child and do what you're told. I'm sad this one didn't go through. Especially when I look at some of the ones who did. Belgium, Armenia, Lithuania, Albania, Hungary, I'm looking at all of you.

Macedonia

I can't say I have any such feelings about this bloke though. In the two days since I saw it, I think this is the only act from night one that I'd completely forgotten. On the bright side, I guess his back-up singers are kinda cool.

Belarus

This bloke was totally robbed. He was well and truly good enough to go through. The woman on violin was pretty decent too.

Denmark

This is one of the few that I'm actively glad didn't make it. I can't put my finger on precisely why that is, but I'm sure there's more to it than just their creepy robotic smiles.


Semi Final 2

Ireland

This one was perfectly fine. Nothing special, a bit slow maybe, but still good enough to have made the cut this year — in my humble opinion. Of course by now, it should be apparent just how much my opinion counts.

San Marino

Surely this one isn't actually supposed to sound like this, is it? Were they having technical difficulties? Poor kids. Oh well, at least they'll always be able to tell the story about the time they went to Eurovision.

Malta

This one was pretty decent but didn't do much to distinguish itself from the pack. Another woman who looks like she has a shorter, stockier build, but thankfully this one is NOT wearing a sack. She's even got one whole leg on display — and it looks fine. It might not have helped that hers was one of two songs titled "Warrior" in this year's competition, and that the other one was markedly better.

Portugal

The way the light reflects off her hair makes it look like she's got muppet eyebrows. And the quick jerky movements don't do anything to lesson the marionette vibe. Having said that, I thought this one was way good enough to be in the final. Unfortunately, Europe didn't agree with me. Well, up yours Europe; obviously you don't know what the bloody hell you're talking about.

Czech Republic

Sorry Czechs, but the only thing memorable about this one was the woman chucking her heels. That bit felt bizarrely authentic.

Iceland

What do you do when your contestant looks about fourteen years old? Put her in a pink tutu and bare feet, of course. The song isn't terrible, but I have to question the "worbliness" of some of the notes.

Switzerland

A young woman with haunting good looks singing a very nice song while wearing a lacy nightgown. How this managed to get shit-canned, I'll never know. See Europe, I told you you didn't know what the bloody hell you were doing.


So, there you go; that's all the performers you WON'T be seeing if you watch the final tonight. Since there's so much up on the official YouTube channel, I'll probably continue to add videos to this post, but comments about the finalists will more than likely be reserved for, well, the comments.


The Finals

01. Slovenia
02. France
03. Israel
04. Estonia
05. United Kingdom
06. Armenia
07. Lithuania
08. Serbia
09. Norway
10. Sweden
11. Cyprus
12. Australia
13. Belgium
14. Austria
15. Greece
16. Montenegro
17. Germany
18. Poland
19. Latvia
20. Romania
21. Spain
22. Hungary
23. Georgia
24. Azerbaijan
25. Russia
26. Albania
27. Italy

Full Shows

And on the off chance that you've decided you want to watch any of the shows in their entirety, here they are:

Semi Final 1
Semi Final 2
The Finals

Friday, 22 May 2015

Eurovision Weekend 2015

Mock if you like, but yes, it's true, I admit it, I enjoy Eurovision.

I enjoy it a lot less now that Wogan doesn't do the commentary, and most of the acts are in English, and sound like the kind of generic thing you win a generic reality TV show contest with, and most of the other acts, the ones that are interesting or different, get knocked out in the preliminaries. Yeah, there's a lot of things that make me enjoy Eurovision less than I used to, but god damn it, I STILL enjoy it!

I've already missed seeing the preliminaries live, and it looks now like I'm going to have rellies here Friday & Saturday nights (during the SBS broadcasts), so that just leaves the final.

Now, I dunno how you mob feel about it; whether you watch it religiously, avoid it like the plague, or just don't give a shit either way; but whatever the case, I was thinking I might do a bit of live commentary/chat/whatever.

Squib, if you're keen and Melba isn't, I can probably stream the BBC broadcast. I think it'll be sometime Sunday morning, my time. Melba, if you're keen and Squib isn't, I'll just watch the SBS broadcast on Sunday night. If both or neither of you are interested, I'll just go with whatever option I feel like doing at the time, or watch it twice, I dunno.

What say yous?

Wednesday, 20 May 2015

The Rub

It's funny how coincidences work sometimes. Not "ha-ha" funny, but funny none the less.

I was wide awake when I went to bed last night. Within ten minutes I knew I was wasting my time. I hatched a plan. I didn't know if it'd work, but what'd I have to lose. I got up, quickly changed clothes, and picked up a heavy set of weights. For twenty solid minutes I pushed myself harder than I have in a long long time. By the time I was done, my body was numb, my head was swimming, and all over was wet and trembling. I had a quick shower, got back into my PJs, and climbed back into bed. Three seconds later, I was asleep.

It was a sound sleep. I don't think I even rolled over. It wasn't much more than about five hours, but I awoke fully refreshed and raring to go. It felt wonderful. Except for my nipples. In my haste, I had neglected to put a bra on before exercising. I guess that once the adrenalin started pumping, I didn't notice my top grating away at me. Now it felt like tiny goblins had spent the whole night sandpapering my nipples. The light touch of my night-shirt stung like buggery.

This isn't the first time this has happened, but this is as bad a case as any I've had. It's been a sad and sorry day today, and all I've wanted to do when I got home was grab a beanie and scarf and get topless. Alas, this was not to be.

This afternoon I got a visit from Lil Cuz. She brought a visitor. I've spoken before about how many relatives I have that've been treated for breast cancer (very many). It was one of them.

She's not a close rellie, and I haven't spoken to her in a number of years, but it was really really nice to catch up. She'd come to the city to consult with some doctors. It seems she'll be starting another round of chemo soon. I was amazed at how chipper and upbeat she was about the whole thing. Beaming with positivity, not a hint of gloom. I dunno if inspiring is the right word — it's so overused these days — but yeah, the whole afternoon was really really nice. And all throughout the many cups of tea and hours of jokes, and stories, and gossip, I couldn't completely shake the feeling that I just wanted them both to bugger off so that I could tend to my own problems.

Shame on you, Alex; shame!

So here I sit, finally alone, tapping away, beanie on, front of my pull-over pulled back behind my head (I couldn't find my scarf. Maybe Lil Cuz borrowed it. Probably without telling me.); and I think I've identified three lessons I can take away from today:

  1. Twenty minutes of super intense exercise is a great way to get to sleep.
  2. Not only is there always somebody worse off than you, but they're probably also being less of a sook about it too.
  3. ALWAYS be careful with what you wear when you exercise.

So, you've both had kids; anyone got a treatment for nipple pain?

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

This is not a review of Mad Max.

So, a while ago, I mentioned the preview for the new Mad Max movie. I said something along the lines of "Wow, doesn't this movie look like a piece of shit!"

I stand by that opinion.


Come on; how can you possibly say this doesn't look like a piece of shit? A stupid, ridiculous, idiotic piece of shit.

However, saying a preview looks like a piece of shit is not the same as saying a movie is a piece of shit. And today, someone pointed me to this review:


They ain't Dave & Marg, but then, who is?

Now, I'm sure you can find YouTube videos with people praising every movie under the sun if you look hard enough. Hell, I'm sure even the fucking Transformers movies have their fans. They'd have to, considering how much fucking money they've made. Also, when they said the film was one big non-stop chase-sequence, I thought, "Oh, I was right". However; by the time we get to the end, it's not the fact that they praise the movie that impresses me, it's the specific points of praise. Specifically, "it's nothing like fucking Transformers".

But also, "amazing character-development achieved through character-actions and not expository dialogue", "everything that happens contributes something to the story and carries an emotional weight", "attention to detail & lived in universe", "felt completely invested for the first time in a long time".

I have to say, it sounds kind of wonderful. The only question is whether or not I can justify the bother and expense of going to see it at the cinema. I don't think so, but maybe. Do you know anyone who's seen it?

***

Also, Melba, I'm hearing nothing but great things about the Daredevil series from Netflix, so if P's still into all things Marvel heroes, she could probably do a lot worse than checking that one out.

If she does, let me know how it goes, won't you? Not that I'm likely to watch it any time soon, but I might squirrel it away for "down the track".

Saturday, 16 May 2015

Politics & Prostitution

So, this was something of a topic amongst my little circle this week. In case you didn't know, on the back of his surprisingly* decisive win, David Cameron wants new powers for government that will allow them to suppress speech that isn't technically "illegal".

There's an article about it from The Guardian here and an analysis from Glenn Greenwald here.

Every article I've seen on this has stated authoritatively that David Cameron will say this and David Cameron will say that, even going so far as to give direct quotes from some speech he presumably hasn't actually made yet. How everyone could possibly know this, I don't know. Did his speech leak? Has it been released for public scrutiny beforehand? Were select pieces fed to select journos? Why aren't any of these publications saying? Why isn't anyone linking to any fucking source material? This is one of the big things that aggravates me about the news media right now. Anyway, there obviously must be some truth to it, since Theresa May's been out giving interviews on the topic.


I feel like I've heard a lot of this shit here in AUS too. Definitely from Abbott, buy my gut tells me it started with Gillard.

*
One theory I've heard is that every election you see reported from now on will be "too close to call". Why? Because close elections get people's attention; and that means more ad sales. Cynical, I know, but part of me is inclined to believe it's probably true.

Also, I heard this yarn about the Canuck govt planning to use hate-speech laws to crack down on people advocating boycotts of Israel.

Now, stop me if you've heard this one before …

I feel like there was a time when all the techno-utopian wankers were talking about how wonderful the internet was going to make the world by giving everyone a voice. I guess they were looking around at their little circle of techno-utopian wanker mates and thinking "How bad could it be?" I guess, not realising that giving a voice to humanity meant giving a voice to the bigotry and sleaze and cruelty and ignorance and stupidity that — like it or not — is part and parcel of it.

It bothers me that when a supposedly "robust" society looks in the mirror, it needs a law that blacks out part of its own reflection in order to feel safe.

Oh, and I went into Brisbane the other day. They've pulled all the rubbish bins out of the train station because they're worried someone might put a bomb in one.

It just feels … so … so …

… piss-weak.

Am I wrong?

Tangentially related; apparently it's not just fringe-dwelling kooks who now think the official "Death of Bin Laden" story was a load of bollocks.

And if you don't give a shit about any of this, here's a video pitch for one of the greatest super-hero comics ever written.


Sadly, the movie was never made.

Also, more metal from Norway.


With female vocals from … Spain? By the sounds of things. Oh, and video transitions from hell.

Sunday, 10 May 2015

This is not an attempt at poetry.

I'm dressed like an eskimo, and I'm cold.

I've got two blankets and a doona on my bed, and I'm cold.

I look at my thermometer, and it's 25°C; and still, I'm cold.

I'm thinking about putting on the heater, but I know it won't help.

Three hot showers and three pots of tea in the last twenty four hours haven't helped.

Nor will the fourth, which I'm brewing as I type.

I know I'm wasting my time. The cold's inside me, and there's no point trying to fight it. I just have to be patient.

… and wait for it to bleed to death.

I hope something good happens on Game Of Thrones tomorrow.

Saturday, 2 May 2015

First We Take Manhattan

So, the other day, I was listening to my collection of Norwegian heavy metal — as one does — and for some reason, this one particular track off a ten-year-old Sirenia EP got completely stuck in my head.

(Thanks go to Mr/Ms "RaZieL" for helpfully uploading a copy to YouTube with lyrics in both English and what I'm assuming is either Spanish or Portuguese.)

So, anyway, after humming it for days, and turning the lyrics over and over in my head, I decided to go looking for some info. Turns out, it's a song from 1987 that was written by Leonard Cohen and released by Jennifer Warnes — who was one of Cohen's backing singers at the time.

It's Also been covered many many times over the years.

Lots of times, I like to get my hands on instrumental versions of songs, but in this case, I think I'm more fascinated by the words than the music. Now, I get that the art of writing a song is a bit like the art of writing a speech; you want it to sound powerful and moving, but at the same time, it has to be vague enough that everyone can interpret it as speaking directly to them and their own individual situation; but I really would like to know what Len was thinking when he penned this. And I did manage to find some stuff on SongFacts.com:

If you're a bit puzzled by this song, that might be the point. Cohen took a shot at explaining it in the April, 1993 issue of Song Talk. The Canadian singer/songwriter explained: "I felt for sometime that the motivating energy, or the captivating energy, or the engrossing energy available to us today is the energy coming from the extremes. That's why we have Malcolm X. And somehow it's only these extremist positions that can compel our attention. And I find in my own mind that I have to resist these extremist positions when I find myself drifting into a mystical fascism in regards to myself. [Laughs] So this song, 'First We Take Manhattan', what is it? Is he serious? And who is we? And what is this constituency that he's addressing? Well, it's that constituency that shares this sense of titillation with extremist positions. I'd rather do that with an appetite for extremism than blow up a bus full of schoolchildren."

Okay, well, that explains a good chunk of it, but not the bits I'm most curious about. Like, of all the cities in the world, why Manhattan & Berlin? I guess in 1987 the wall was still up, but Manhattan? Is it supposed to represent the the capitalist heart of America? Was he living there at the time?

Also, this bit:

I don't like your fashion business mister
And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin
I don't like what happened to my sister

I think this is the bit that's been sloshing back and forth in my brain the most. Is it a reference to something specific? A news story at the time? Was his "sister" a specific person, or was he making a statement about women generally? Is he talking about the fashion industry's "heroin chic" controversy? Was that an issue as early as '87? (Excuse my ignorance, but I'm not even sure I had a telly at that point) Was there a similar trend that pre-dated it? He's not talking about Twiggy in the '60s, is he? I notice that in Sirenia's much shorter metal version, it's one of the few verses they kept, so there must have been something about it that grabbed them too.

Sadly, in the end, I suspect my ruminations are not going to lead to any sort of satisfying conclusion. There's only one person who knows for sure (and who knows how much longer for). And so, here's the man himself, doing his own rendition, live at … um … somewhere in London, I guess.