Saturday, August 24, 2002

( 12:07 AM )

Oh, Dear

Just when you thought that cooperation was in the air, Dave Winer swings back hard at Lawrence Lessig. Again, Lessig isn’t inerrant; I endorsed Alex’s critique of the OSCon speech, and I duly note that over at Doc Searls’s place, Jim Thompson has pointed out that software isn’t covered by copyright per se, but is protected as a trade secret. I wouldn’t bet against Lessig knowing more about that than he has displayed so far, but neither do I know that Thompson is wrong. I’m more than willing to entertain the possibility that Lessig missed that boat.

But rather than reserving his comments to places where he has Lessig dead to rights, Dave lashes out wildly, without (I hesitate to say) making a whole lot of sense. As Alex pointed out that Lessig’s rhetoric wasn’t advancing his cause, so I suggest here that Dave’ reasoning doesn’t show him putting his best foot forward.

Lessig isn’t saying that no one should enjoy copyright protection, ever; he’s saying that our age has knocked the social equilibrium of copyright protection far from the “common good” arm of the balance to an extreme at the “private benefit” end.

Does it seem odd to anyone that people are protesting ten years’ protection on software source code? That would mean that software current in 1992 would now be entering the public domain (actually, I think that Lessig allows for a single extension—I’m not at his book right now, so let’s pretend he says no extensions). Much of the code released in 1991 will hardly run on the most recent PCs, and if there’s some precious algorithm hidden somewhere in those Windows 3.1 programs, those Mac OS 7.1 applications, then coders in 2002 would all be that much better off. And just who is making just how much money from apps they sold in 1992? (No doubt some folks who write for mainframes are, but I wonder whether they’re the ones making the biggest fuss. If I’m wrong, though, I’m ready to stand corrected—without calling people “communists,” a move whose convincing impact I thought had dissipated along with the last whiffs of tear gas from the Justice Department in 1969.)

Moreover, Winer’s objection to Lessig’s comparison with Hemingway verges on the unhinged. Lessig’s point is that if I want to learn from Hemingway how to write a sentence, I can do it; I can look at how the words are arranged, compare his sentences with the ways I’d write the same one, I can even quote him for short duration without legal problems. But compiled code is something different; I can’t figure out how to make presentation software by imitating Microsoft’s algorithms, anbd I certainly can’t quote from them (though that would make a fascinating argument: “Your Honor, I wasn’t infringing on Microsoft’s trade secrets, I was alluding to them in a pastiche of code styles. I was sampling them”). I believe Dave when he says he gives a lot of information about his products away for developers to make use of in new and unforeseen ways; but it’s still him deciding what’s good for the public and what they should have to pay for. He’ a swell guy, I’m sure (bit of a temper, but I can get pretty riled up sometimes myself), and I’m glad he shares as generously as he says he does. But Lessig’s argument is that we all benefit from a constantly turned, fresh compost heap of cultural information, where new ideas aren’t choked out by monopoly ownership of cultural resources.

One powerful element of Lessig’s argument comes to this: You don’t own your creativity except as a limited monopoly granted by government, and that the government has misguidedly prolonged that monopoly in recent decisions. The goverenment isn’t infringing on anyone’s rights if it rolls back the duration of copyright protection to a more reasonable limit, in the interest of the common good. Especially when the extremely few people who benefit from such changes are not usually themselves the producers of copyrighted materials, but the packagers and marketers of those materials.

If Lessig wins his struggle—all of our struggle, as he would say and as I agree—Dave threatens to take up pottery. I hope that he’s as great a potter as he is a software pioneer, and I hope we get to see this other side of his creativity soon—but if were to change his mind and decided that limited-term copyright protection sufficed for him, I’d be plenty happy were he to stay in the software business.

DRMA: To be honest, I haven’t been listening to much music lately; as part of a secret plot to get my beautiful daughter Pippa reading bigger books, I have been playing recordings of the Harry Potter books as I typed, and then yesterday afternoon I stopped right in the middle of one of the books. She looked very put out at me, then went off to the basement to find the family copy (that’s right, we’re ignoring the End-User License that says we have to pay extra for any individual family member who reads the book). Ten points for the devious parent! But now I have to keep listening to the story so I can remember how it turned out. Margaret says that if she were Headmaster of that school, there’d be a whole lot less misbehaving. I wouldn’t dare contradict her.


Thursday, August 22, 2002

( 1:52 PM )

Dear David

It’s not just marketers who don’t get the Web (your premise number two). One of the near-unanimous complaints at the recent Wabash Conference involved the extent to which academic administrations likewise miss the digital difference. Plenty of administrators tend to regard institutional websites as rain forests of possible disaster that their Infotech Centers for Disease Control and CIA must protect from change, innovation, and deviation from institutional norm. I’m acquainted with at least one institution that refused to allow its faculty to use institutional webspace lest they take advantage of their academic freedom to say something that would be unpopular with alums. These administratores hew to the ideal of a website as a glossy admissions brochure, only online—static, innocuous, usually uninteresting, and often communicating nothing distinctive about an organization (after all, it’s those pesky distinctive things that might put a web visitor off!).

Regarding your premise number one, that’s what I was talking about several months ago when, in the course of our discussion of Clay Shirky’s column, I suggested that the Web made it possible for us to elude “the tyranny of the aggregate.” I don’t have anything new to say about it, but I like the phrase so much that I wanted to take advantage of opportunity to say it again. Same thing when I drive through Wisconsin, and I note that we’re near Waukesha or Oconomowoc. Admit it: you wish you lived near places with cool names like Oconomowoc. I’ll bet that’s the real reason Frank (whose epic interview with Mike Golby spans five posts so far) and the Salos live in a state with place names like Wauwatosa.


Wednesday, August 21, 2002

( 6:44 PM )

Am I Valid Now?

The Salo Design Group CSS template is on the Blogger server, but for some reason Blogger isn’t inserting these posts into the new Salo-supplied template.

[Later. . . ] Well, I, A. K. M. Adam, hypermediatric detective, tracked down the cause of the disruption. Somehow my directory on the Seabury server has gotten locked up. At this writing, Karl is trying to fix up the server.

[Still later. . . ]As the Text Artisan said, “Woot!” Now I’m a big CSSy.

( 11:33 AM )

Disagreeing in Vain
Well, I thought I disagreed with David, but it sounds as though we were merely thinking similar ideas in different directions. Phooey! I still think that Ha’s statement lends itself to a misleading perspective on the relation of language to thought; since people will still believe that disinformation about Eskimo words for snow, any observation about words, ideas, and culture risks reinforcing the intellectual legend of linguistic determinism.

David is right that Ha doesn’t make the determinist point, and I wouldn’t ascribe that to him, nor would I substitute a straw adversary for him. I do encounter the unsatisfactory, very-nearly-deterministic version of this cultural meme fairly often, and that’s what I do want to rebut. And it sounds as though David opposes that non-Ha version, as well.

So David presses onward to the question, “Are there things that can be said in Chinese that simply cannot be said in English, and vice versa?” And again I agree; the question is totally screwed up (though something in this area teases us with an elusive truth that entices people to take the easy, unfortunate way out by affirming the oversimplified version). But we can pursue this anon.

[Hyperlinks added later, after Shelley’s post reminded me that I’d inadvertantly forgotten to.

( 11:04 AM )

Ozzie and. . . ?
I didn’t mean to start anything, but I got a gentle reminder of how one’s online utterances can get caught up and carried away beyond what one intended when the “Love” blogthread got going (and Shelley, please let’s not use that as a case study for Threadneedle). I did come off sounding a little as though I and Margaret stepped out of a saccharine rosy Hallmark cottage with beaming smiles and gooshy cow-eyes—behind which appearance a rather different history and texture lie concealed (though I will admit that we’re probably annoying to some folks).

Since Jonathon entitled his remarks “The art(?) of loving” (in keeping with ancient tradition), Margaret wondered whether “art” was the correct term. Is love an “art,” or a “craft,” or a job of work? The theological tradition defines “love” as one of the theological virtues (the most important virtue, without which one cannot truly be said to partake of any of the virtues)—though this is clearly a different use of the word. And “love” ought not simply be conflated with “being part of a vividly positive binary relationship, as we know marvelously loving single people (some deliberately celibate, others just not involved with another at the time). Our experience suggests that loving relationship involves hard and deep work, remarkable joys, and unending horizons of unexpected challenges, often as not unwelcome ones, and occasionally diamond-brilliant revelations of how things are and may be. Those characteristics, so far as I can tell, avail to anyone who seeks them, in pairs or alone or in crowds.

Among those challenges and truths comes Mark Pilgrim’s heartfelt testimony to the hypothetical experience of his own wedding reception as an alcoholic. When someone tells the truth so barely and beautifully, what is left but respectful quiet?

[Hyperlinks added and citational inaccuracies emended in response to Shelley’s post on the topic. And now Mike Golby has topped it all, bless his heart.]

( 10:28 AM )

Can We Please Get On With Our Resistance
It sounds from Dave Winer as though he and Lawrence Lessig have worked out a modus vivendi. About time! I'm still quite sympathetic to Lessig; Dave didn’t articulate much of an argument against Lessig, except to observe that Lessig should blog for himself, presumably instead of dithering away time on the Eldred v. Ashcroft amicus brief, and that someday he would see Lessig “thrown out” along with the inane Washingtonian politicians. Moreover, as I noted last night, Alex has helpfully clarified and refined what Lessig’s speech should have said—and that speech would have been an all-time great (I think Alex might have a lucrative if corrupt future as a political choreographer). In the end, it sounds as though each of us can get on with pursuing the anti-oligopolistic measures for which we’re best equipped.Whew!

[Added later: I love Doc Searls’s summary: “We're not just doing grass roots shit here. We're moving the geology under the grass. Political tectonics.”]


Tuesday, August 20, 2002

( 10:53 PM )

En Garde!
I thnk I’ve found something about which David Weinberger and I disagree, besides the “space” metaphor for the Web, religion, and whether he looked like Mahir at any point in his life. (He did look unnervingly like my high school friend, now his co-metropolitan Dave Barbrow, in 1972. By the way, David, what’s the “D” for?)

Yesterday he blogged prize-winning author Ha Jin’s comments about the differences between Chinese and English. Ha concludes his remarks by saying, “Obviously, English is a more speculative language, whereas Chinese is more earthly, closer to things.”

Maybe I’ve worked too long in biblical studies, a field where interpreters treat words and languages almost as animate entities with occult powers to cloud the mind, but I have little patience (too little patience, considering Ha Jin’s eminence as a writer) for the attitude that cultural groups have intellectual or spiritual tendencies that can be read off the vocabulary or syntax of their languages. I’ve heard more sermons and lectures on “the Hebrew mind” versus “the Greek mind,” than I can tolerate any longer, and have marvelled that the hoary myth of “numerous Eskimo words for ‘snow’ ” just won’t die (concealed Steve DeRose link).

I don’t expect that either the estimable Chinese writer or my esteemed blogfather propound the most tedious versions of linguistic determinism. I agree that social life, thought, and language are closely related , and that they affect one another. Yet I balk at the proposition I quoted from Ha earlier in this post; earthy English-speakers manage to express themselves quite well and comfortably despite their being stuck with a more “speculative” language, and even my rudimentary studies of Chinese Intellectual History (with Pof. John Langlois, Fall of 1978: “There’s a lot of reading for this course; we’ll have a dynasty a day, and books for breakfast!”) acquainted me with prominent, profound speculative Chinese writers. I just don’t see it.

( 10:21 PM )

What Was Wrong
Alec Golub posted a sharply insightful commentary on the rhetoric and performance of Larry Lessig’s notorious OSCon address. Wish I’d said that! When I listened to the Flash version of the presentation, I was rooting for Lessig too hard to focus on the aspects of the speech that Alex picks out, diagnoses, and proposes a remedy for—too late, alas, to head off the present cyclone in a samovar at Scripting News.

Word: we need developers working hard at what they do best and care ardently about, some of whom (by working on open-source projects) contribute a wonderful benefit to the common good (and others, working on proprietary software, may well benefit the common in other ways). We need lawyers, clarifying the legal grounds for protecting the community against the exploitative proprietary interests of monopolies. These groups will predictably conflict where proprietary-software developers ask that the state allot them monopolies of longer duration for the production of their applications, while lawyers argue that the common good necessitates shorter duration for intellectual-property monopolies. That conflict, though, needs to take a back seat to the shared need to unhorse the Nazgul who presently demand the prerogative to ride roughshod on the Internet.

(“Nazgul” is plural, isn’t it?)

( 9:57 PM )

Not Boring
Please join me in visiting (and perhaps revisiting) the site that Juliet Dodds has put together as one part of the work for her independent study. Juliet recognized early on that the field of biblical studies treats imagination more as an affliction to be avoided than as a vital necessity even for the historical reconstruction to which biblical studies typically restrict themselves. Juliet has the gumption to eschew tedium and take a riskier path, in hope of learning something different from the Same Old Ideas. Come look over her project, and let her know what you think.

Monday, August 19, 2002

( 4:17 PM )

A Peace on Both Your Houses
It seems as though everyone has latched onto the Lessig-vs.-Winer controversy, rather like schoolchildren sensing a playground fight and taunting the about-to-be-combatants into throwing the first punch. Let’s see: what’s more likely, that only one of these two tremendously important figures is right, or that each has some weakness that gives the other grounds for criticism? I’m not simply trying to paper over genuine differences, even oppositions; I am trying to get a decent view of the terrain before I reflexively take anyone’s side in a needless (and wasteful) flame war. (In this, Doc Searls and Burningbirdzilla seem predictably to have taken the sensible course.)

The offense that seems to have engendered this set-to (and a rather one-sided set-to it is, since Lessig has not, to my knowledge, taken a part in it) lay in Lessig’s apparently exculpating himself while accusing Open-Source developers in his remarkable lecture at OSCon last month. That and, it seems from Dave Winer’s recent blogs, not listening enough to developers like Dave.

Lessig probably would benefit from soime more conversation with some developers, but at what point would Dave allow that Lessig had listened enough? Dave says, “He’s not done anything yet. Perhaps his friends haven’t done anything yet. Does Dr Lessig understand technology any better than Rep Coble?” Dave’s even asking the question concerning technology tempts me to doubt that he has read either of Lessig’s pertinent books; perhaps he has read them, but forgotten how pervasively they reflect continued engagement with the ways technology and culture intersect and affect each other, or perhaps Dave means “Does Dr Lessig know about developing applications?” But suggesting that Lessig is Coble’s mirror-image doesn’t advance Dave’s own side of the argumen; the implied equation of the two reflects pporly on Dave’s judgment.

Lessig certainly picked the wrong people to chastise at OSCon; the open-source developers have done more for the creative commons than almost anyone else you could name, and they have contributed to the commons not merely with cheers or donations, but with their lives, the most precious and limited resource available. On the other hand, Lessig devotes tremendous amounts of time to raising public awareness of the legal dimensions of the present assault on the public’s common interest. Should anyone who cares about monopolistic control of the common cultural inheritance be dissing other folks who demonstrate the same concern?

We’ve seen these sorts of argument before. In my lifetime, the civil rights movement, the peace movement (that’s as in, “the peace movement, the one in the 60’s and 70’s), the women’s movement, the gay lib movement, the resurgent movement for racial equity, the anti-AIDS movement, and possibly every other movement for social change has seen one camp calling another to account for doing things differently, working on a different part of the equation. We need to take this critical kind of approach to keep one another honest, and we need to listen to one another to learn ways we might pursue common goals harmoniously and constructively. But we don’t need, on any side of any such issue, to throw around cheap accusations. Divisions among like-spirited resisters always benefit the status quo. And the way the status quo is going, we need all the cooperation among resisters that we can get. I’m not a developer nor a lawyer, but a theologian (hence, a cultural critic) who feels a closer kinship to Lessig’s angle of approaching the problem than to. . . I guess, to trying long-distance to get Tara Grubb elected (if North Carolina is now the way it was when I lived there, out-of-state money and support going to Green will only strengthen Coble’s kind of campaign). May we please encourage one another to press onward on every front, developers appreciating the work of resistant lawyers, and lawyers not discounting the work of those who write code, and perhaps not indulge the onlookers who want to see two underdogs fighting each other?


Sunday, August 18, 2002

( 4:09 PM )

The Adam Bunch
You may substitute either “Wild” or “Brady” into the headline as the referent for my allusion; either would apply. The Young Ones just got back from choir camp (Si’s ninth or tenth camp experience, Pippa’s first sleepover camp, Nate’s first gig as a counselor), and after sleeping most of the drive back from Fond du Lac, they’re reasserting their presence in the neighborhood. Or, Pippa and Si are reasserting, while Nate gives the neighborhood a one-last-lookover before he leaves for college next week. They’re dears, we missed them very much, and laudatory reports from their elders at camp only made us even prouder of them.

The [second] [okay, “the almost-kinda-practice-for-a-second”] honeymoon couple relished their four days on their own, and report to the world that they have only grown more deeply in love than ever. Speaking just for myself, I shall say that my fondness for, adoration of, attraction to, pride for, joy with, respect for, delight in, and passion for Margaret have grown hour by hour for nigh onto twenty-four years now. She’s just flat-out the greatest. Thanks, sweetheart.


He seems like a nice guy.

Has he written any books?

Would he come speak to us?

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