Not even a week after discussing the closure of Limewire, another article arises about government control of the internet. Here's a great article from NaturalNews.com about how the DHS (Department of Homeland Security) is seizing websites, some unwarranted for copyright infringements. Does it seem odd that Homeland Security is concerned about copyright laws? Is this the response to eventually controlling Wikileaks? Sure they are closing down the pornography sites little by little and such but come on doesn't big government have larger concerns at this point.
Is this truly where are resources and funds are being centralized for? The picture left is from TruthAlliance.net concerning Congress's lame-duck session, where Sen. Patrick Leahy (D-VT) introduced the bill for Combating Online Infringement and Counterfeits Act (COICA). Critics state the bill is too broad in giving government control to block access to any Web domain that hosts copyrighted material without permission. Opponents of this bill express concerns of global internet freedom and first amendment right to free speech. The Electronic Frontier Foundation has compiled a list of possible sites targeted for closure.
The United States Constitution was created for the people, by the people and of the people to safeguard totalitarian waste of resources, and as world leader's, the U.S. has been setting some poor examples.
We are on the outer edge of the future with the aid of technology. The visual world has shifted beyond any scope prior to any generation. The Cannes Lions, trade show for the advertising industry exhibited the LA agency's Schematic, which a multi-touch, mult-user interface screen that recognized identification users using RFID badges.
According to Serge Jesper's site, Webkitchen:
"The massive display gives attendees instant access to the complete festival program, 3D maps of the event and surrounding area, and information on local restaurants and bars. The Touchwall also helps delegates schedule meetings with each other and trade contact information via email. The presentation layer is built with the Flex 4 framework and runs on Flash Player 10."
The concept, hopefully will bring people closer via proximity and in conjunctive collaboration by just standing next to each other and interacting in front of the giant screen. While Hollywood has used the concept in movies like Minority Report and television shows, like CSI Miami and NCIS Los Angeles has duplicated the crafted technology for real time usage in information retrieval. The future is here rather than at the cusp of civilization.
The orgasmic climatic end is here. I admit, I did it and without regret. The world wide web assisted my compulsion to possess music without payment. On occasion, downloads were interrupted with viral ads but I had an ad hoc agenda. The internet changed the way we live in more ways than one, in fact more than 2 million reasons as Google searches has per day. While my current life balances between lawful and unlawful behavior as I monitor our own government's purpose in enforcement with proclivity for due diligence to honor and respect principles for the welfare of society, I find downloads through Limewire relatively indulgent but a form of resistance from corporate entities intruding on our rights to freedom. The technology exists and now existed for masses to find the soul within with the aid of music.
The exodus occurred within a decade as support networks, like Limewire allowed substance for our mass consumption for it's value was a rarity in the free gratuity of the internet. The release of sound confined by corporate and industry magnets, who priced a song, artist, venue and image for each nickel and dime had cease shortly to exist. Although, the world wide web, alias for the Wild Wild West had allowed our freedom to reign as music reached avenues beyond mass media but into the very frame of a computer monitor at home. The shift in thought occurred with the multitude of expressive generosities found in music.
The relative new commodity of music is truly only 50 to 60 years ripe, with the sounds of television jingles mingling in our minds reminding us of products to buy. There were no commercial jingles of what to buy or what to follow with Limewire, all we had to do was "squeeze the limes." We had freedom to explore every memory, every notion and every curiosity with the help of programs like it. What is that saying that when life hand you lemons, make lemonade? Well, when life hands you limes and then takes them away, there's only a sour taste left. The fear is that the internet will replicate the greed with restrictions in all aspects. "He who controls the past controls the future, and he who controls the future controls the past." - George Orwell's 1984
Music is a conduit for us all to go into the past and future and now it has been placed with a price tag. So with the end of Limewire, I bid adeiu and it's bittersweet as a believer in music's ability to heal, I see many of us are going to need more band-aids in the times to come.
The removal of Limewire is the equivalent of George Orwell's 1984, Chapter 3
and if we must live in silent times, we must read once more
"We shall abolish the orgasm. Our neurologists are at work upon it now. There will be no loyalty, except loyalty towards the Party. There will be no love, except the love of Big Brother. There will be no laughter, except the laugh of triumph over a defeated enemy. There will be no art, no literature, no science. When we are omnipotent there will be no need of science. There will be no distinction between beauty and ugliness. There will be no curiosity, no enjoyment of the process of life. All competing pleasures will be destroyed. But always—do not forget this Winston—always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—forever." - 1984
Sound Off
A rolling stone fell on a babylon system as the riders of the storm discovered that the sound remains the same as we were 2,000 light years away, an american idiot gives an american eulogy for a green day when we all said, give peace a chance because there ain't no mountain high enough, but we returned to be a smooth criminal, as you are not alone to scream mercy, mercy me. The material girl was hungry like the wolf cause I got a feeling I can't be tamed because I walk the line back to my roots. Today it's just a bad romance because we can't be friends, you ridin solo and I love the way you lie but I'm not afraid and I'm right above it, living a teenage dream. So go ahead, be cooler than me and know I love you just the way you are.
The most amazing things can occur in today's day and age with the onset of technology. From public access, the creative engines fuels the need to create, ruminate or investigate wonders of the world, the ideas keep building small communities that never existed prior to the internet or world wide web. It goes beyond the imagination although many minds are finding time, energy and happiness in the pursuit. One very prime example is drawball.com and two.drawball.com.
Drawball.com is an unique site not acknowledge on Wikipedia, although masses group together to be joint collaborators for visual art in the form of web graffiti. It is often a competition or global challenge and victors show evidence of their abilities to unite as well as create. The beauty and subversiveness of the site is that is relatively anonymous, much like real tagging or graffiti. The everchanging Macroflash project is phenomenal.
One blogger, Crissxcross who's used the program for her artistic venture has a more concise outlook on the purpose, methods and history of the site.
Essentially its for the artistic internet geek that looks to flex some muscles and often does so in elegance. It seems as the second drawball is able to protect some notable pieces of work more than the first one. The concept is fantastic and the obscurity of the program and everything about it is one the last frontiers in creative expression. As for capitalists gain, Drawball is removed from such monetary domination as it's unknown qualities attracts the clever and gifted to a virtual pen and round space.
Found this online by Kahlil Gibran In the silent hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whispers: First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years, with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow by night. I can bear my fate no longer, and now I must rebel. Second Self: Yours is a better lot than mine, brother, for it is given me to be this madman\'s joyous self. I laugh his laughter and sing his happy hours, and with thrice winged feet I dance his brighter thoughts. It is I that would rebel against my weary existence. Third Self: And what of me, the love-ridden self, the flaming brand of wild passion and fantastic desires? It is I the love-sick self who would rebel against this madman. Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught was given me but the odious hatred and destructive loathing. It is I, the tempest-like self, the one born in the black caves of Hell, who would protest against serving this madman. Fifth Self: Nay, it is I, the thinking self, the fanciful self, the self of hunger and thirst, the one doomed to wander without rest in search of unknown things and things not yet created; it is I, not you, who would rebel. Sixth Self: And I, the working self, the pitiful labourer, who, with patient hands, and longing eyes, fashion the days into images and give the formless elements new and eternal forms -- it is I, the solitary one, who would rebel against this restless madman. Seventh Self: How strange that you all would rebel against this man, because each and every one of you has a preordained fate to fulfil. Ah! could I but be like one of you, a self with a determined lot! But I have none, I am the do-nothing self, the one who sits in the dumb, empty nowhere and nowhen, when you are busy re-creating life. Is it you or I, neighbours, who should rebel? When the seventh self thus spake the other six selves looked with pity upon him but said nothing more; and as the night grew deeper one after the other went to sleep enfolded with a new and happy submission. But the seventh self remained watching and gazing at nothingness, which is behind all things.
"This is one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind." - Neil Armstrong
As technology has linked communal learning and sharing, the efforts of the world wide web is to permit accessibility to information and in doing so deconstructs the traditional methods citizens receive news and shared networks. It can be worrisome to imagine closure of this free way of collective thinking. One of the strongest educators for our century is through photo and video journalism as our eyes capture evolutionary knowledge, filters various intelligence through analysis and suspect of propaganda. However, if pictures of our humanity are displayed in all aspects of our emotions, personalities and mental agility we gain insight to the possibilities and potential of our species. The curious are rapidly gathering data for entertainment, assessment and categorization of the strange, bizarre, unknown or relishing in the beautiful globalocracy that reflects life.
One of the most concise collection of informal education
The variety is somewhat of a smörgåsbord for the those looking for a pit stop in the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy. From the odd to porn poised women to iconoclastic ideas fresh and relevant to our times, it is one of my favorites places to venture on a rainy afternoon.
One favorite find is the tardigrada, known as the ugliest water monster but is actually a microscopic water dweller that can survive just about any horrific conditions that would kill any other animal. They are the only animals known to survive the vacuum of space.
The problem is I've been talking to WALLS most my life and found out long ago, they don't talk back but I've drawn on few of them, etched with my fingernails in the soft padded ones and admired the works of others who did the same long before I came along. From graffiti tags, to the labeled billboarded mass, to the illustrious artiste, I represent child's scratch, like the cluck cluck of chickens, scratching for feed.
I am plagued by graphite images in a bold black, whispering white world. I sit in-between sounds to guide my frail ears, harped by codes and ciphers. The catalog in codex confiscated the prior canons. Loss in dissipated antiquated languages, this poet speaks to walls.
