Thanks to the genius which is Mari Adkins, I checked out this post here: “[publishing] The banal evil of the Google copyright settlement | jlake.com”.

Apparently the Google plan of putting every book in the world on-line is cleared to happen, and all writers (or their estates) who do not wish their work(s) to be available to everyone without charge have a little under two months to state their objection in writing. If they do not do so, they have no legal right to control of their writing.

All over the world there is the sound of authors saying “Eh? How’s that again? Isn’t this completely opposite to anything that’s ever been agreed?” The answer to that is ‘yes, it certainly is, but it’s too late now.’

For a dose of “the new reality”, let’s try this on for size, shall we?

The real problem, the evil here, is the notion now being put into practice that a copyright license can be asserted by a third party in the absence of the copyright holder specifically forbidding it.

All through modern copyright history until now, a licensor seeking a sub-right was required to negotiate with the copyright holder before exploiting that license. No differently from a tenant seeking to rent a property is required to negotiate with the landlord before they move in.

As of now, I no longer control the sub-rights to my copyright. Under the terms that Google and the Authors Guild have set up, anyone who wants to make a commercial use of them can do so. It’s up to me to notice, to be aware, and to take steps to defend my copyright. If I don’t, well, too bad for me.

And if you don’t think Hollywood lawyers aren’t already all over this, you’re dreadfully naïve.

Have a read through the article for the complete run-down, especially you authors, as this will have an effect on everything you’ve ever written or will write ever again.

And I’m working on the long-mentioned post about my last day in London right now, so that’ll be here tomorrow. No really, it will! I swear!

None of you care do you…? Well, alright, my mother will, but that hardly counts, does it?

Within the world of social networking, specifically on Twitter, this is the day you dedicate a status update to promoting those people you follow due to their supreme quality of information contained in their updates or are particularly entertaining. This is a blog and not Twitter, I know. But that’s what today’s post is about even so.

Damn it, this is my blog, so I’ll do what I please with it!

And you’ll pay attention to those I promote as well, as it shall improve your life!

It will, really!

Warren Ellis is a sick and twisted being; click “BAD SIGNAL” on the right to sign-up for irregular invasion of your in-box Christopher Fowler writes books which you will now buy many copies of Sheldon is a daily dose of the under-appreciated ‘silly’ variety The Rime of the Postmodern Mariner, Rhys Hughes’s blog, is also silly CBC Radio live feeds (choose from all three channels within the 5½ national time-zones) Earlier with Lee Rosevere has repeats of the 17-minute weekday show and more Tim Lebbon is a writer who makes you like books with dragons Simon Strantzas is a writer writing about writing Tentative Equinox (and the comments are often just as entertaining; here’s the RSS feed for them) Charlie Brooker writes words for the Guardian

Warren Ellis is a sick and twisted being CBC Vancouver provides programme information and new media thoughts Tim Lebbon often speaks of his dog Dave Kellet is the artist behind Sheldon Mari Adkins is an editor, writer, and cat obsessive Peter M. Wilson retired from the Vancouver Sun in 2007 and has tech thoughts Deb Pickman likes making theatre and the colour pink The Tyee is probably the new Vancouver Sun, only more socialist Charlie Brooker gets to tweet words the Guardian won’t print Darth Vader (not really, but it’s quite funnny) Eddie Izzard is a talented monologuist Theatre at UBC is a good source of arts news and theatre information

Now do all that, and fill your life with all the pointless wastes of your day that I use to avoid washing dishes and things.

See how helpful this blog is?

Watch the video below for a moving examination of the effect the elimination of a paper has upon its readership, who expect to be provided with news of their own activities; upon its community in general, who require a record for the purpose of historical data; and upon its personnel, who require an outlet for their skills so engrained that they know of no other way to carry on their lives.

And then go out and buy a copy of every newspaper you can get your hands on before its too late, a moment which may have already passed in your area without even making itself apparent.

Thanks are due to Dave Kellet for the heads up on this one (ironically, he’s a cartoonist whose work appears almost exclusively on-line, and he noticed this on Vimeo, and then I followed a link on his Twitter feed).

How best to combine The Bard and the latest technological craze: Twitter? Easy:

Go here for synopses of each of William Shakespeare’s plays in 140 characters or less: Pandora’s Skull: All the Twittered Shakespeare Synopses.

Arise around 9:30, I think, and feel the pain of last night. Errrrrgh. As one heads to Caffé Nero for e-mail, etc., the face of the most notorious punk band in the world appears on a billboard advertising butter. Yes, Johnny Rotten of The Sex Pistols shilling for Country Life Dairy Products; and he’s wearing an excretiable red plaid jacket. Surely this is one of the signs of the apocalypse?

Breakfast out of the way, I seek an alarm clock so as to ensure catching my flight in a couple of days… Hang on, Jennifer’s note mentions picking me up at the airport Friday afternoon, which is excellent… but, erm… FRIDAY?!? Wasn’t it Saturday…? Shit!

I rapidly e-mail a few people pointing out that they now have a 36-hour window to meet me before I leave the country at an abominable hour Friday morning.

Back to hotel we head, after buying a newspaper for the sole benefit of confirmation of today’s date (and ensuring that there is a world outside for which to return), then check my printed flight information and itinerary. Friday, yes. Good to know that now. It might have been a bit of a problem had I got it wrong by a day.

Right. So off to Soak-Up Culture of Great Worth: the British Library to wander and stare at Really Old Books and Papers. These include (but were not limited to only): Read the rest of this entry »