Archives for March 2001

The copyright question

March 22, 2001 by Michael Boyle

that has most touched me and my friends – far more than Napster since I know so many writers – is being heard by the Supreme Court next week: Writers Fight for E-Rights. A couple of things spring to mind. First, there were signed contracts that specified the limited rights of the publications that purchased the articles. Second, this can be dealt with easily by splitting things up the middle – keeping the publications and historians happy by mandating that the items be licensed by writers for archival purposes, but paying them for the additional usage. Third – this is coming to the music world eventually. As I’ve written, I’ll come much closer to supporting record labels in their anti-Napster (etc.) fight the minute I see them taking steps to commit to paying the artists for electronic rights to the music.

Some of the best

March 21, 2001 by Michael Boyle

celebrity interviews going come directly from Vancouver’s Nardwuar the Human Serviette. Nardwuar is a long-time icon of weird – whose odd interview style really brings out the best and worst in his subjects (viz Nardwuar vs. Corey Feldman, snagged via Pith and Vinegar).

Eric Costello has really

March 21, 2001 by Michael Boyle

progressed with his CSS layout techniques page at glish.com. More good stuff there than you can shake a stick at.

Many of the shows on the CBC

March 21, 2001 by Michael Boyle

have integrated their websites pretty well with the program. This morning I was listening to, uh, This Morning and they pointed me to Mir Facts: A collection of web links. In a way, supporting pages like this reconfigure one aspect of the show as weblog.

Oh the humanity

March 20, 2001 by Michael Boyle

! When I saw this picture of horrible oversize flower print wallpaper from 1975’s BHG Decorating Book, it immediately flashed in my brain: I had seen it before.

I was in a room that featured that very wallpaper prominently (not that it could be featured subtly, of course) once upon a time. Evidently I haven’t been able to shake the memory. I would say more about whose place it was at, but, well, you never know who might be reading. [the link up there – you must visit – is from the awesome Interior Desecrators: Horrors from the Land of Shag, suggested as a worthy link by Boing Boing]