Science Fiction Writers Of America: Enemies Of Art And The Future

September 1st, 2007 | researchmaterial

I’m not a member of SFWA, neither being American nor recognised as a science fiction writer by its membership requirements. Nor, I think, would I want to be. The calibre of its executive officers has been questioned before, when an ex-VP called those who put their work on the internet scabs. The current VP appears to have outdone that, according to Cory:

The Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America has used the Digital Millennium Copyright Act to fraudulently remove numerous non-infringing works from Scribd, a site that allows the general public to share text files with one another in much the same way that Flickr allows its users to share pictures.

Included in the takedown were: a junior high teacher’s bibliography of works that will excite children about reading sf, the back-catalog of a magazine called Ray Gun Revival, books by other authors who have never authorized SFWA to act on their behalf, such as Bruce Sterling, and my own Creative Commons-licensed novel, “Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom.”

Ironically, by sending a DMCA notice to Scribd, SFWA has perjured itself by swearing that every work on that list infringed a copyright that it represented. Since this is not the case, SFWA has exposed itself to tremendous legal liability…


[BAD SIGNAL] Oh, This One’s Weird

August 31st, 2007 | FeedWordPress

bad signal
WARREN ELLIS

If you happen to stay in the Drake
Hotel in Toronto during the month
of September, you will be presented
with a copy of CROOKED LITTLE
VEIN.  All month.  Anyone who checks
in.  Whether you want it or not.
And, when you retire to your room,
you will find on your phone there
a recorded message.  From me.
Talking about CROOKED LITTLE 
VEIN.

How bizarre is that?

Of all the promotional stunts I've
been involved with, this one is by
far the oddest.

*   *   *   *   *

In other news: THE ENGINE closes
around midnight UK time tonight.

Now, I did say that I had other plans
for online stuff following the closure
of The Engine.   They go like this:

*  I'm being poked and prodded by
a few people about maybe starting
(again) a private community space
for friends and fellow travellers,
but I don't know about that.

* However, when FREAKANGELS
starts later this year, it will come
with its own state-of-the-art(ish)
community space, built on the very
accessible Vanilla system.  It will
be unlike the Engine in almost every
way, and very much a fresh start.
Like FREAKANGELS the comic, the
community will be funded and
hosted by Avatar Press.

Obviously, we'll do the major
announcement when the comic
itself launches in a couple of months
or so.  But I said I'd mention what
was next before the Engine closes,
and so I have.

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Not An Art Piece, No

August 31st, 2007 | researchmaterial

First someone torches the big faux-Wicker Man ahead of schedule, which reportedly led to hippies wailing “but it’s not his time!” And now, I’ve got to say, they’re not having a good time, out there in the arseweevil-riddled sands of Black Rock City:

A Burning Man participant was found dead this morning, hanging from the inside of a two-story high tent, according to Mark Pirtle, special agent in charge for the Bureau of Land Management.

The apparent suicide would be the festival’s first in its 21 year history, Pirtle said.

And did you want a reason why Black Rock City should be perhaps nuked from orbit with all hands attending?

Pirtle said the man was hanging for two hours before anyone in the large tent thought to bring him down. “His friends thought he was doing an art piece,” Pirtle said.


Mother Teresa: Celebrity Atheist

August 31st, 2007 | researchmaterial

Christopher Hitchens is wanking over her bones as we speak:

“Where is my faith?” she wrote. “Even deep down? there is nothing but emptiness and darkness… If there be God ? please forgive me.”

Eight years later, she was still looking to reclaim her lost faith.

“Such deep longing for God? Repulsed, empty, no faith, no love, no zeal,” she said.

As her fame increased, her faith refused to return. Her smile, she said, was a mask. “What do I labor for?” she asked in one letter. “If there be no God, there can be no soul. If there be no soul then, Jesus, You also are not true.”

According to her letters, Mother Teresa died with her doubts. She had even stopped praying, she once said. The church decided to keep her letters, even though one of her dying wishes was that they be destroyed. Perhaps now we know why.