A semi-random thought on intellectual property, from an author whose family is one of the most protective of all of the rights to use of their forebear’s work. What would JRRT have made of the DMCA, do you suppose?
“But once upon a time (my crest has long since fallen) I had a mind to make a body of more or less connected legend, ranging from the large and cosmogonic, to the level of romantic fairy-story….I would draw some of the great tales in fullness, and leave many only placed in the scheme, and sketched. The cycles should be linked to a majestic whole, and yet leave scope for other minds and hands, wielding paint and music and drama.”
-The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien, pp. 144-145 (1951)
More reasons to never trust the press, and to *really* never trust that segment of the press that believes that writing for the “right” publications automatically makes you exempt from checking your facts: this story from The [London] Times. If you’re a Lord Of The Rings fan, you’ll get the joke. If you’re not a Lord Of The Rings fan and you don’t get the joke, you’re probably one of my editors and ought to get back to work.
Question, as I edit this Lord Of The Rings copy: Any idea why the plural of “human” isn’t “humen?” All advice welcome.
Easily amused, are you? In that case, you might enjoy the page a friend and I are putting together bicoastally… ladies and gentlemen, CHEESE BLOG!
After the last blog, I figured that it was worse to be a wimp than a procrastinator, and set back to housecleaning and other corporeal improvements. And my toe? HA! to my toe! Little toe! Vestigal toe! Nonessential personnel! I scampered up the ladder and commenced to painting the bathroom, and an hour later I must say that the only thing more spectacular than my new wall treatment is the color my foot is turning. Oo-ee. Is there a doctor in the house? Or, better yet, someone with fresh synonyms for “stupid?”
So my plan for the long weekend was to finish my fall housecleaning (Rosh Hashanah’s in two weeks, y’all) and then start my long-overdue fall sitekeeping — tidying up, freshening up, everything up. However, so far tonight in the pursuit of clean housing I have cut myself twice, burnt myself but good once, and broken a toe. I can only conclude that working on my Web site would result in IMMEDIATE ELECTROCUTION. It’ll have to wait a little longer yet.