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English, she is a funny language as she is spoke. But strangest by far is the odd bunch of words we use to connote groups of animals. A chain of bobolinks? A nuisance of cats? A raft of otter? A mob of kangaroo—wait, shouldn't that be a court of kangaroo?
Over at EFF's Deep Links Fred von Lohmann has posted news that nearly caused me to stroke out at my keyboard. Basically, the RIAA has submitted a document to the triennial review of the DMCA, stating that "the fact that permission to make a copy in particular circumstances is often or even routinely granted [does not] necessarily establish that the copying is a fair use when the copyright owner withholds that authorization." In other words, they've changed their mind since last year, when RIAA mouthpiece Don Verilli told the Supreme Court, "The record companies . . . have said, for some time…
For the last couple of days, I've been listening to one special CD from start to finish, and over and over again. I don't want it to ever end. Elizabeth must be sick of it. I'm sorry, Elizabeth. But, no: she's not sick of it because she understands. She knows what this is all about. And when I'm not listening to it, I'm holding onto it tightly, smiling over the lovely cover of sweethearts and peaches, reading the song titles from top to bottom and then from bottom to top. Memorizing the shade of red, imagining her hands putting it all together.
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How collaborative filtering is making jaded listeners engaged listeners again.
A special treat today: the new Rye Coalition album, Curses, to be released by Gern Blandsten on April 18th, arrived in our office. Robert brought it over to me. I've been listening to it all day.
These guys are my friends and my neighbors. If I felt like it, I could walk around the block from my apartment and ring Justin's bell. He'd buzz me in and we'd go upstairs and listen to music and talk nonsense for hours. Or, I could call Jon and meet up with him and Herbie, and we'd all hit the Lamp Post for several funny beers and some terrible television. Or, I might run into Ralph…