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| Property isn't just things you can touch, kids!
My life seems defined by the field of intellectual property
lately. First, I've been writing my
substantial paper on a topic of IP law and, second, there's this whole Todd
Goldman fiasco going on right now.
Intellectual property has always interested me, though, and if there was
the slightest possibility I could ever litigate in it, I'd be more than willing
to practice IP law.
That's neither here nor there. What this particular note is about is society and how we've come
to view intellectual property. Before I
continue, let me make something completely clear here: What Goldman has done is vile and
inexcusable. And his response to the
allegations (and I used the term allegations quite loosely here since the
evidence of his guilt is overwhelming, conclusive and beyond all reasonable
doubt) has been… well, I’ll quote Jerry Holkins here, for he said it far better
than I can: “Todd Goldman is an asshole, to be sure - and given his nuclear
response to the issue, I believe he may also be called a monster.” Notice how I
attributed the quote to its original author rather than co-opting it as my
own? That’s an important lesson to this
whole issue, but I digress.
Todd Goldman is, without question, a monster. But he is a monster we ALL had a hand in
building. Every time you download a
song, a video game, or a movie, you’re sewing another grizzled, dead finger,
screwing in another fastening bolt.
Todd Goldman is but an example of the dead monster we have all helped
reanimate. Years ago, and I don’t mean
the 60s, I’m talking about when Michelangelo, the non-turtle, still walked to
roads of Italy, European society had no concept, no respect for the very nature
of intellectual property. Murals on
church walls were no more valuable than the brick and mortar those walls were
built from. Unless it was physical, it
wasn’t property.
The past four hundred years have been one, distinct movement
away from that concept, towards recognizing the importance of such
endeavors. And the law has grown to
protect them through copyright, patent and trademark. However, modern American society has failed to establish a full
scale of protection.
There is a growing mentality in America, a “who cares?”
mentality. For the children who
download a hundred songs and hour and use the Internet as a free video store,
the copying of a picture is insubstantial.
Now, make no mistake, I’m as guilty as others. At the risk of exposing myself to litigation from massive
corporations who own these copyrights, I have pirated video games and music on
multiple occasions. However, I’ve never
shamelessly stole these items. I
download music only to sample it in most cases. I still buy the CDs of those artists I like and wish to support
but use the Internet as a buffer to prevent myself from being bamboozled into
purchasing an album from an artist that has only one quality track on it. I also limit my piracy to games that are not
currently published, and for which there is little potential revenue for the
holder of the right to sell it.
But, while my motives are more idealistic and pure than
many, my underlying ethics are the same endemic problem that has birthed Todd
Goldman. American law and American
society defines our views of intellectual property entirely in economic
terms. My justifications for piracy are
ones of either supplying or withholding the proper economic supports for a
given product. Todd Goldman is given a
pass by many an ignorant reader because what he has done has little economic
implication. The art he has stolen was
producing little, if any, revenue for its creators. There are, in a strictly legal sense, no damages to be found
here.
But copyright and intellectual property is about more than
just economics. The economy of the web
comic industry is substantial and growing.
We hear about that in many trade and financial magazines. However, the economy for each individual
artist is still miniscule. Most of the
silly pictures produced on these websites are worth amount in the thousands, at
most, of dollars and, in many cases, their true value in a strictly economic
sense can counted on ones fingers.
There is more to the picture, however. The economy is not what makes this crime so
vile. Todd Goldman’s lifting someone
else’s art and publishing it without permission for profit is thievery, without
doubt, but that is not why Goldman is worthy of Dante’s Eighth Circle. Goldman’s greatest crime was failing to
attribute the work to its originators.
It is one thing to improperly publish the work of another and to steal
his profits. It is another thing
entirely to steal his identity, by taking his work and pretending it is your
own.
Todd Goldman violated the moral rights of Dave Kelly and
countless others. If the term “moral
rights” sounds odd to you, that’s because it is. It is a foreign concept in our country, but commonly recognized
in Italy, France and Germany. It is the
missing piece to the puzzle that has warped our concepts of intellectual
property and served to protect horrible people like Goldman. Every creative endeavor has two values to
its creator. The economic, that is to
say what it is worth to the author on the open market, and the moral, which is
the work’s very value to the pride, the dignity, the reputation of its creator. Illegal publishing is a crime to the pocketbook. Stealing the attribution of a piece is a
crime to the soul.
This is the distinction that our law and our culture fail to
appreciate. We have no federal statutes
to protect the attribution or integrity of a piece. Our country refuses to acknowledge that copyright is about more
than money and, on the rare occasions that the morality of the author is
protected it is in strictly economic terms.
We’ve come to accept widespread piracy of digital media, and, really,
it’s quite likely the genie is out of the bottle on this one. In the long run, the scale of the economy of
digital is doomed to one degree or another.
No matter how much DRM we employ, no matter how strict the encryption,
it will be likely be defeated and everything that can be reduced to a computer
screen will be available freely to all.
That is not the end of the story, though. There is a lot of outrage out there from
those who do respect the moral rights of the artist’s Goldman has
violated. But, while their hearts are
in the right place, they’ve missed the proper target entirely. Dave Kelly, for better or worse, is up a
proverbial creek. He has no real
recourse because this crime has occurred in a legal system that deems his harm
unimportant.
American copyright is there to protect the flow of money,
and it does that remarkably well. Our
society’s ability to balance the economic rights of the individual against the
fair use and public domain doctrines that enrich the transmission of ideas as a
whole is nothing short of astounding.
We have perhaps the best economically based intellectual property
systems in the world. But that is all
it is. It is a system designed by
corporations, by industry for corporations and industry. Designed by people who mass market
creativity for commercial gain, and that trend is continuing to this day. The wars in IP law are fought by the
RIAA. They are fought by Microsoft and
Sony. These corporations care little
for artistic rights that don’t earn them higher profit margins.
That is where you, the individual artist and the supporter
of individual artists, come in. Unlike
the dinosaurs that compose the record and movie industry, Web comic and other
internet authors realized long ago the fight for economic rights was a lost
battle. Their media is easily stolen,
their works easily transmitted. Instead
of trying to charge for their art, they rely on the sale of physical
merchandise and the generosity of fans to make their livings. They know they will not be able to
monopolize and extort exorbitant fees for their works so they simply look to
make enough profit to get by. But what
Goldman has done is strike to their very ability to do that. In order for the Internet author to get the
economic support of others she must be able to retain the credit for her
work. She must be able to impress those
people who consume her free works to respect them enough to donate, or pay for
merchandise carrying that work. When
another steals the credit, the very authenticity of these pieces, it destroys
that potential.
And it hurts us all.
We’re all better off for having this Internet, this expansive and
wonderful tool of free thought and expression.
We’re all better off for the contributions these artists have made. But, and this is where American law has it right,
without money, without some form of economic support, many of these works will
dry up. But it goes beyond that. Not only does Goldman’s theft serve as a
deathblow to those artists seeking to earn money, it also kills those who do it
for free. The only two incentives to
create art are personal creative satisfaction and economic gain. When art is plagiarized, it destroys both.
So, if you want to do something, if you want to protect
those like Kelly, Holkins and Krahulik, Kurtz, McConville and Boyd, Milholland
and the hundreds of others who create these works, then you must form a voice
worth listening to: something that can be heard in the American political
system amidst all the shouting of the behemoths pushing for more economic
protection. You must form a voice
shouting for the recognition and preservation of the artist’s moral
rights. Make no mistake: you must
change the very law itself. And that
will require nothing short of a call to arms and a revolution. The industry and its supporters must form a
unified voice, combine their resources into a political action group and launch
an actual assault on Congress and the Courts.
That is the only way that people like Goldman can be stopped and that
Internet entrepreneurs can retain a viability to their products.
Anything short of that is spitting into the wind.
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| It was a cold and somewhat damp Sunday afternoon. I was sitting on a bench, reading Supreme Court cases for my Civil Rights Law class. On the basketball court in front of me, a group of friends of mine were playing a pickup game against some strangers. From time to time, I would glance up only to see them struggle with their lack of preperation. I watched quietly and tightened up my hoodie as the cold winds picked up. Just then, I glanced a small child, who I knew, walking up to the court. His name was Jason Conners. He was an extremely talented player on his 10-and-under YMCA team but was now 12 and nowhere near good enough to get any playing time on his middle school team. Still, he loved to talk, it was a skill of his, even if most of that talk centered on a past he couldn't move on from.
I briefly peeked out from under my hood to see Jason stop and smirk. "Looks like your coaching hasn't helped them much."
I raised an eyebrow he could not see as my hood draped across my face and returned my stare to the book in front of me. "I'm not coaching them. I'm too busy trying to get my degree."
Undettered, he continued to talk. "Well, you are their moral support and shit, looks like you ain't even doing that very well."
I shrugged at the child and his foolish attempts to anger me. "Maybe not. I suppose I have higher priorities right now." I returned to my study and let the silence hang for a minute or two. Finally, Conners broke it with laughter. "Ha, they lost that game 24-60. That's pretty awful man, you must feel bad."
I couldn't help but smile under my fleece cowling. "Didn't you loose you first tournament game last year by like, 30-something to 50?"
Conners started making excuses about bad officiating and playing a tougher team. I followed up my first question with a second, "And, the next game you played, weren't you shut out?"
"Fuck you man!" The insecure child was getting angry, as he usually did when people questioned his ego. "We were totally fucked in that game. The refs were morons and the other team was pulling all sorts of dirty, schoolyard shit." I let the self-serving bias of seeing bad refs when he was in a game and bad play when others lost slip by unchecked. I knew the nuance was too complicated for his immature mind.
I was almost done with this little exploit, I had more important things to focus on, so I left him with one final question. "And that one rec team you helped this year, I hear they got shut out by a bunch of really awful teams that didn't win any other games this season."
I could see the furry flow to his face. It was obvious I'd struck a nerve. I'd questioned the one activity he devoted his entire life to, the one thing he'd sacrificed scholarhips, grades, and relationships of all kinds for. "They were really young."
I shrugged and finally looked up so he could see my smile. "Well, Jason, I once coached some young teams a few years back, when I had more time and interest. None of those teams finished under .500, so, I guess mine just matured a lot faster." I closed my book and stood up. "Guess I'm lucky like that."
"Man!" Jason was screaming and tightening his fists. "You want to throw down right now?"
I simply chuckled and walked away. "Just go home to your mother." Just as there was no sense in beating a child at basketball, nor was there any in fighting him since he'd prove almost no match physically. All were pointless exercises that only served to boost my ego without accomplishing much.
Just like arguing with some 12 yeard old kid.
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| Hell in a Cell"Ladies and gentleman... I draw your attention to tonight's main
event. With the WWE Universal Savior Title on the line.
Tonight, we will have a rare three-way ladder match in a ring of fire!"
*crowd goes absolutely fucking nuts*
"The Championship Belt will be suspended 20 feet above the ring.
The first one to reach up and grab it will be crowned the NEW WWE
UNIVERSAL SAVIOR!!!"
*crowd cheers wildly, people hold up various clever signs*
*the arena goes dark and silent... sitar music blairs over the high-tech PA
system as a tall, bearded man in a solemn white robe and white head wrapping
walks slowy toward the ring, head down.*
"Weighing in at 165 lbs, from Mecca, Muuuuuuuhammad!"
Jim Ross: Oh, you can see Muhammad is determined here. He's been
denied the title too often over the past 1000 years. He's really
ready to make a comeback.
Jerry Lawler: Ha! He's washed up, JR! Let's face it, his best
days are behind him! He'll be lucky if he doesn't leave on a
stretcher!
*Muhammed climbs through the ring and heads to one corner, crossing his
arms and staring at the belt as the crowd falls into an
eery silence for a moment. The silence is shattered as thundering
orchestral music blasts and a wild pyrotechnic show goes off.
Images of vast
floods and fire play on the Jumbotron.*
"Weighing in at 225 lbs, from Araboth... Yahweh!"
*Yahweh seems to float to the ring, arms raised as he shouts at the
crowd and many flashy explosions ignite around him. He climbs into the
ring and points at Muhammad, before taking the opposite corner.*
JRs: Quite the entrance. I'd have to say Yaweh has picked
up some steam as a favorite here tonight. He recently regained
the Inter-Jerusalem Championship and is looking to lock up the big
title.
Lawler: I don't know, JR, I think he's a little too
arrogant. I mean, him and Muhammad have really been feuding
lately.
JR: Right you are, King...
Lawler: And I think, you know, it's like watching two zombies
duke it out! I just hope they don't break any hips tonight!
*Lawler is abruptly cut off as a loud guitar solo comes over the
PA. The screen flashes a montage of wine and cheering fans.
A tall man with long hair and rhinestone robe runs down the ramp,
playing an air guitar solo and pumping his fist at the crowd.*
"At 180 lbs, hailing from Nazareth... Jeeeeeeeeesus Christ!"
Lawler: Now here is a kid with some style! Yeah baby, look at that! Hahaha!
JR: Well, Jesus is the current title holder...
Lawler: And how! Man, he's gonna rough up these old geezers!
JR: Well, I don't think you're giving these veterans the respect they deserve.
Lawler: Come on JR! Lighten up a bit!
*Jesus comes to the fring and does a forward flip over the rope.
He raises his hands in the air as jets of water shoot into the
crowd. As he throws his fists down, the water turns to wine, and
the eager fans in the first row hold their mouths open to the shower!*
Lawler: That, JR, is a REAL champion!
*As soon as Jesus takes his corner a wall of flame erupts around the ring*
Lawler: AH! That spooks me every time!
JR: Here were go, this is going to be one Hell of a match!
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| The GalleryWhenever I post a new gallery picture, I'm going to post the picture by itself then follow it with a brief commentary.
This is my first actual picture post on my new rededication to pursuing
art. A few basic questions for anyone artistically-minded.
Anyone who is a better artist than I (and there are a ton of you out
there) who wants to make suggestions or criticisms on how and where I
can improve, feel free:
1) What do you draw with?
All my pictures are pencil sketches that have been cleaned up. I
don't do much else. Part of the reason for that is laziness, part
of it is choice. I think sketching presents a rawer, clearer
picture of the original artistic vision. I also just personally
like the look better on a purely aesthetic level.
As such, this entire picture (and most of my pictures) are done with a
.07mm mechanical pencil. I prefer mechanical because I have a
hard time drawing light enough and fine enough of lines with any other
type. It does compromise the shading some, however, the thicker
led allows me to angle the pencil and vary shading decently well
enough. Occasionally I will use charcoals and larger pencils if I
feel the work demands it.
2) What about inking and coloring?
I rarely do either. However, if I do ink, I use a brush-tip felt
pen. Again, I like finer points, my last inking pen was a
1mm. I almost NEVER color. This is cheifly a conscious
choice in that I just plain prefer B&W over color. When I do
color, I generally only do so on cartoon drawings and then I use color
pencil or pastels to create faux-water-color. Eventually I do
want to learn to use GIMP to allow be to color images (I've abandoned
Photoshop recently), but I just haven't had the time.
3) Can I submit comments with suggestions for you to draw?
Yes, feel free. I'm doing this as an activity to practice and
regain my skill. So if anyone has a request, I'll entertain
it. This is not ExplodingDog.com, however, (which, for the
record, is one of the best sites on the entire Web-Thingy and I
STRONGLY recommend you go check it out) I will be doing drawings that I
feel like doing, often without suggestion. Still, feel free to
leave requests in the comments, it helps expand my horizons.
4) What are your major influences?
Depends on the particular style. For more cartoony depictions, I
think my work has a lot of both Jeff Smith and the old Warner Bros.
style in it. For more stylized, comic-book stuff, I spent a lot
of years modelling my art after Jim Lee (who didn't?) before I realized
it just didn't suit me. For a short time before I abandoned
drawing, I adopted a Joe Mad style, but that's still pretty
rough. For now, I've simply settled for less stylized, more
manag-ish depictions since I'm very comfortable with them. Also,
I think, slowly, I'm picking up some of Gabe (Of Penny Arcade's) style.
5) Do you do non-biological art?
No. I'm self-taught and I've never had any drafting or
arthitectural training. As such, my ability to draw mechanical
and structural things is bad. Real bad. You'll notice I
hardly even draw backgrounds. Eventually, if I do find I have
serious time to recommit, I want to take a few classes and work with
developing those skills. For now, however, I'm sticking with
living things. I will take suggestions for such art, but don't
expect anything good.
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