This is the email I woke up to. Terrifying.
Honestly, I don’t know what to do at this point. Within ten minutes of sounding the alarm via Twitter, my account had been restored, but I’m one of the lucky ones. I have the privilege of asking tens of thousands of people to write into Tumblr on my behalf, and I can only imagine how helpless someone might feel who woke up to the same letter with no way to do anything about it.
I went back and searched through my old email address. Sure enough, under the “Social” tab of a gmail account that I never use anymore were a handful of Tumblr DMCA notices, all originating from some sniveling cunt stain named Jeremy Banks of the IFPI. I saw none of the notices until this morning, not that it would have mattered, because they were all for songs that I posted years ago.
I’ve been posting music for over half a damn decade. I have no idea what songs Jeremy Banks is suddenly going to give a shit about. Short of deleting every song I’ve ever posted, there’s nothing I can do to retroactively protect myself from this kind of arbitrary account termination.
Shit, we all post music. We all click the little box. We all know damn well that we don’t own the copyright, but we do it anyway. We’re not stealing. We’re not making money off the backs of musicians. We’re sharing our favorite songs with our friends.
God damn, I’m still shaking from all the adrenaline. I’m genuinely upset right now. People are suggesting that I export my blogs and migrate to independent hosting, but I don’t want to have to do that.
I love Tumblr. I love the community it fosters. I love my dashboard full of people I follow, and I love the interactions I have with all the people who follow me. I don’t want to leave Tumblr, but I don’t want to be so beholden to the whims of some DMCA termination robot either.
At the very least, I need to find a way to separate and protect Dear Coquette and my other blogs where I’ve never posted any music.
Ugh. This is not good. This is not good at all.
This is a problem.
Tumblr, at least develop an effective means to sift through and manage old posts by type, and give us an effective archiving solution.
With all the unaccredited reblogging, Tumblr is a mire to begin, but people who post original content are the ones who add value to the platform.
I’m not saying it’s rational, but I would probably leave Tumblr if Dear Coquette was terminated. That’s not intended entirely as a threat. I say this because I know my own reading habits and how highly I value free thought and original content in my social media. If I ever felt those things were being seriously undermined or compromised, I’d just walk away.
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings…
"He knows that’s a V-neck, right? Unless he means it in the Latin sense ‘with’ as in Cum Laude, ‘with Loudness’."
Because: no one would get it.
Dude, it’s ‘part if every day’.
"We all Aiyayayayayaya for ice cream."
Fascinating. A layman’s breakdown of some newer techniques being used to uniquely track anyone who touches the internet.
Some highlights: graphic elements of html5 enable a server-side readable fingerprint, even when displayed identically, pixel for pixel, across machines.
Evercookies are more pernicious and also install across browsers.
The backend of the web is so closely woven that, even with “3rd-party cookies disabled”, analysis reconstructs 40-50% of your browsing page for page. User-defined ‘Do-not-track’ options are being circumvented consistently and deliberately, irrespective of laws, privacy policies, or agreements.
The paper barely touches on ethical or political dimensions, except to say that we’re losing a big-monied arms race.
The act of music is absurd. So is the act of recording, and so is the act of releasing this 3 song ep. Now, to the public. Now to you.
A bit of celebration, here. The release of the EP we recorded with Andrew Schneider, and we are playing a show tonight (7-16-2014) at Grand Victory in Williamsburg. Feels like waking from stasis. Let’s party.
And so post them here, removed from context:
"[A dream in the life of a baby] one big boob: milk streaming eternal. And when you are turned around: another, milk pouring forth forever and ever Amen."
Because: what happens to a dream deferred?