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Archive: ‘Sometimes I don’t want to be the bigger person’



So Long, Farewell, Auf Weidersehen

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011

And so it came to pass that on the 2nd May 2011, the most hated man on the planet met his end.

I didn’t hear about the demise of Osama bin Laden until the morning, and it was all that the news was on about. Special coverage. He’s dead. Mission fucking accomplished.

The flag-waving that accompanied the reaction was kind of misguided — this isn’t an American victory. If anything, it should be a world victory. Lest we forget, bin Laden and his ilk have killed more Muslims than non-Muslims in the name of creating Allah’s Celestial Kingdom on earth. It was a war whose victory lay in the mere fact that it was being fought: bin Laden preached to his followers that the west was out to destroy Islam, and within 18 months of launching the most horrific attack on our soil since World War II, we had obliged this vision, invading two Muslim countries, and using countless others as staging grounds for a fight that wore on and on and on.

bin Laden became the face of the Arab world. Every Arab and Muslim in the west became guilty by association. Neo-conservatives jumped at the opportunity to paint anyone who objected to this racial polarization as a traitor, bound by the constraints of political correctness and unable to see the truth that, it was posited, was right before their eyes: these people want us dead. Look at bin Laden.

I recall falling into this trap myself, once. Giving a talk back in the days before I really knew the pitfalls of what I was doing (the immediate post-9/11 era was my trial by fire, as it was for a lot of people), I encountered an irate woman who kept repeating over and over, “The Palestinians are cheering. They’re carrying his picture,” and clearly wanted me to say that it was because Islam said it was OK — the one thing I wouldn’t say, could never say. Because it’s not true. She got so incensed that she sent a letter to my boss complaining about how incompetent I was.

Evangelicals have picked up bin Laden’s banner. To them, he is not the voice of extremism, he is the voice of mainstream Islam despite loads of evidence to the contrary (see the reaction from Tea Party Nation head Judson Phillips). Islam is an other. It is un American, un-Christian. It is evil.

Hell, there’s an entire conspiracy theory about our current president that involves him being secretly Muslim. Toward what end, I don’t really know — it doesn’t seem to matter, either. Being Muslim makes it crystal clear: he’s not one of us. He’s not good people. Those who subscribe to these views don’t need the “… and?” that I’ve been wanting to hear for years. It’s all right there. Everything you need to know.

bin Laden would approve.

So, my friends, I find it hard to celebrate the man’s death because the damage he sought to wreak upon the world is done, and it was done a long time ago. In short: before he lost, he won.

On the other hand, I hope there’s a Hell. I hope he’s in it. I hope they got a Shi’ite and an Orthodox Jew to read prayers over his corpse because it would have offended him to no end. And I hope they wrapped the fucker in bacon before they dumped his lifeless corpse into the sea.  And I hope the souls of the Muslims and Christians and Jews and Hindus and Buddhists and everyone else that was killed in the name of his twisted insane vision of the world devour him from the inside out again and again until the end of infinite time.

Because that would make ME feel better. And sometimes … I just don’t want to be the better person. Certainly not for the likes of Osama fucking bin Laden.

On Boycotts and Blacklists

Wednesday, April 20th, 2011

My friend Dan posted an article he wrote for Jadaliyya, one of those sites I really ought to read more often, called “Why Tamer Hosny Won’t Go Away.” The point here is not that I have an opinion on Tamer Hosny (wait, should I have told everyone to sit down before revealing that?), or whether he’s going to go away or not.  The point is about the newfound Egyptian cultural boycott.

I’m not referring to Zahi’s photo shoot (see: previous post). I’m referring to the popular cultural boycott of celebrities in Egypt who are linked to the Mubarak regime, in some cases for having spoken out in public against the January 25 revolution. (As an aside: everyone refers to it as the January 25 revolution — the #jan25 hashtag is still quite active on Twitter. A while back, I actually had to look up what day Mubarak stepped down (February 11)).

The list includes such noted celebrities as Adel Imam, the legendary Egyptian film actor and comedian, who is a personal friend of Mubarak and a genuine putz. Imam toed the usual government line, calling the protestors “thugs” and accusing them of trying to destroy the country. Imam, for the record, earned my ire after appearing in the film version of The Yacoubian Building in 2006 which was noted for, among other things, to be among the first mainstream Egyptian film to depict a homosexual relationship, even if it was done so in a rather stereotypical and over the top manner.

I was in Egypt shortly after the film’s release and recall reading that Imam–whose character was not homosexual and shared about 20 seconds with the gay character–had protested in his usual vociferous manner during an interview that he “objected” to the inclusion of the gay storyline and was totally not down with the gays. (This was a year or so after the Egyptian government had started cracking down on homosexuals in the country in order to prove they could be just as moral as the Islamists, or something like that).

He also bears an uncanny resemblance to an aged version of Stewie from Family Guy. I think it’s the comb-over that accentuates the width of his head.  (Note to the blogger who finds my humor disrespectful but keeps reading for some reason: take note that I’m doing it on purpose here.)

Others include Samah Anwar, who informed the Egyptian nation of her opinion that the protestors should be burned alive, and that the government should bomb Tahrir Square, possibly with nuclear weapons.

Needless to say, the newly liberated masses aren’t cutting these idols any slack for their political statements and being on the losing side of the revolution (there but for the grace of God goeth Libya). But it did get me thinking a bit about our own cultural scene here in these United States.

We’re not big fans of boycotts and blacklists. I remember Ed Harris refusing to applaud when Elia Kazan won a lifetime achievement Oscar a few years ago because of the role Kazan had played in feeding names to Senator McCarthy’s House UnAmerican Activities Committee.

Which is not to say that we don’t try on occasion, but mostly when the offending party comes from the left. We all remember the hoopla about the Dixie Chicks and their, “We’re embarrassed that we’re from the same state as George Bush” comment. Record burnings galore!  Seriously, the only mistake a celebrity could make that would be worse than not supporting the last president is openly supporting the current one.

I distinctly recall a few celebrities being called to task for not being “patriotic” enough right after 9/11. As I recall, we had a couple of Backstreet Boys and a hip hop artist earn quite a bit of ire for wondering if the U.S. had done anything to provoke the attack. Because, y’know, when I want in-depth political commentary, the first place I look is the pages of Tiger Beat. (Wait, is Ayman Mohyeldin in Tiger Beat?)

On the other hand, we have vice presidential candidates who can swear on their (living) mother’s grave that Obamacare includes death panels that would make her abort her (already born) mentally handicapped child and the payback for that is, apparently, that you get your own reality show.

Now, to be fair, Glenn Beck has gone off the deep end, although I’d like to point out that Fox is taking the nice way out and pretending like they’re still going to have some sort of working relationship afterwards. (Salon begs to differ).  People aren’t boycotting Beck so much as changing the channel to see what else is on.

However, if we were going to nominate someone to start boycotting, I’d like to nominate Donald Trump. Leaving all of his (numerous) foibles and ego and bad comb-over aside, listening to The Donald is like attending a Tea Party rally in an anachronistic time before the Tea Party even existed. When Bill O’Reilly and Glenn Beck think you’re off your rocker, that’s bad.  Not only that, he contradicts himself repeatedly, but, don’t worry — he’s not racist. He totally has black friends. Just like Victoria Jackson has gay friends. Granted, they don’t call much these days, but you know those blacks and gays. They’re social and busy a lot. They’ll call when they have a minute.

In our exchange on Facebook about his article, Dan asked if there was a shunning application that I could post on my blog. Well, I don’t know of any, but that doesn’t mean we can get ready … if we were going to start shunning celebrities, who would be on your list?

The Egyptian Revolution Orientalist Essay Contest (deadline: March 31)

Saturday, February 12th, 2011

"The French Revolution was way better."

It’s tough to keep a good Orientalist down.  No matter how much headway the Arab/Islamic world makes, it’s always because the West did it first. According to the Orientalist mindset, the east is unchanging and unevolving, and therefore, anything good has to come from somewhere else ‘cos God knows they can’t think of it all by themselves!

What, then, shall we make of the revolutions in Tunisia and Egypt over the last six weeks?  Sure, everyone’s celebrating now … but just wait. Some killjoy’s going to come out and explain how none of this is remarkable, and the Egyptians and Tunisians are just copycatting something they saw elsewhere, and prophesize doom and gloom for the future.

So, rather than sitting around waiting for it, I thought — hey, let’s have some fun with this.

Introducing the Egyptian Revolution Orientalist Essay Contest!  In 500 words or less, channel your favorite Orientalist scholar and explain why the Egyptian revolution is utterly unremarkable and destined to fail. Extra points for condescending and paternalistic language!

Put your essay in the comments section.

The winner will get a signed print of this photo:

For those who aren’t sure what to make of this, this is tongue-in-cheek humor making fun of news analysts and scholars who just don’t get it — and never will.  I’m ecstatically happy for the Egyptians and can’t wait to come visit and share in the joy everyone’s feeling there.

تحيامصر و عاشت الثورة!

Update: Yes, this is a serious(ly humorous) offer! The prize is real, anyway … Unsure what tactic to take? Check out this bit of inspiration

Deadline: Thanks to Arabist, and others, this contest has gotten a bit of attention on these here Interwebz. Please enter! I have prizes for … well, most. I’ve got a first place prize, a second place prize, and a naked photo of my dog for anyone else who wants something to show for it.  (My dog is adorable.)

I’m setting a deadline for entries of March 31, so that the winner can — appropriately — be announced on April Fools Day!  (It doesn’t matter what time on March 31 — by the time I get to my computer on April 1, it won’t be March 31 in any time zone anymore).  Fire up the word processor and get cracking!

 

 

 

 

 

Copyrighting

Friday, November 5th, 2010

It’s been quite a while since I posted. I’ve been under several deadlines, not the least of which is my doctoral application that caused my e-mail to implode earlier this week for reasons that are best explained in a loud ranting voice over several alcoholic beverages at an establishment accustomed to such behavior. If you need to know what I’m up to on a more frequent basis, follow my one-liners on Twitter because posts here are likely to be scarce for a while.

Brian pointed me in the direction of an ongoing kerfuffle involving a snippy editor at a publication that I hadn’t heard of called Cooks Source. To make a long story short, a woman discovered that a column she’d contributed to an online publication several years ago was reprinted verbatim, and without credit, in this magazine named Cooks Source. When she contacted the editor at Cooks Source, she got the runaround for a while before being asked what she wanted. The woman basically responded that she wanted credit, and asked that a donation of $130 (something like ten cents per word) be made to a reputable journalism school. The magazine’s editor’s reply–which has to be read to be believed–was:

But honestly Monica, the web is considered “public domain” and you should be happy we just didn’t “lift” your whole article and put someone else’s name on it! It happens a lot, clearly more than you are aware of, especially on college campuses, and the workplace. If you took offence and are unhappy, I am sorry, but you as a professional should know that the article we used written by you was in very bad need of editing, and is much better now than was originally.

For the record, the misspellings are present in the original, speaking of being “in very bad need of editing.” The reason for the misspellings in the lifted source material, in case anyone’s interested, is that the original material was written in Middle English because it was for a medieval cookery website. Well, it’s since come to light that pretty much everything that goes in to Cooks Source is copied and pasted from the Internet, which is not, despite what this editor claims, the public domain. And there’s an active Internet campaign going on to shut this woman down, and hard.

I am no stranger to dancing around the copyright issue (and, frankly, I’m probably dancing around on the side with the fire, but that’s another story). Part of what I do involves collecting primary sources from sources that fall into a gray area, but I do at least make sure they’re cited correctly! Not all of my colleagues are as careful: I remember vividly a surreal conversation in which someone told that she assumed that, by purchasing a book, she had also purchased the rights to reprint parts of it. Falling out of my chair wasn’t part of the conversation, but mainly because this was among the more rational behavior I’d seen from her.

However, there are a lot of companies out there that make assumptions about how willing someone might be to let their material be used solely for prestige. It’s arrogant, frankly. I’ve been contacted by several organizations looking to use my photographs for various purposes. Most of my stuff is available under a creative commons license for non-commercial (read: personal, non-profit, and educational) use. Some of it is fully copyrighted, mostly the stuff that’s private, or some photos I’ve shot of relatively famous people (I’ve had a few of those recently).

A few weeks ago, I received this message:

I work for a company called [I'll be nice and not publish it]. And we’re working on a health program that features some attractions in Hawaii. I would like to request permission to use your photo of Akaka Falls State Park. I can email you a permission form if you send me an outside email address. We would also give you photo credit. The link to the image we would like to use is below. Thank you for your time concerning this matter.

For the record, here it is:

It’s not one of my best photos, being kind of a throwaway shot I took while on vacation in Hawai’i. However, I’m still pretty new at this licensing and selling thing, so I’m happy to oblige any reasonable request.

I responded:

I can be reached at [e-mail]. I’d also like to know the specifics of how you plan to use the image: print or web, size, duration or number of copies, etc.

Thanks!

A couple of days later, I got this:

We create online health and wellness programs that include virtual trails based on real trails that people can virtually travel along when they enter their exercise minutes or steps into the program. The trail features points of interest that the person would see if they were actually walking the real trail. I’m not sure what size the image would be online. I can send you the permission form to check out on Monday. Thank you for your time concerning this matter.

OK, intriguing. On Monday, I got this:

I’ve attached the release form. You can mail, email or fax it back to me. Please let me know if you have any questions. Thank you for your time concerning this matter.

Now, here’s the thing: when you’re negotiating to sell or license an image, the information that I requested is pretty standard. I’m assuming that the young woman tasked with the assignment was pretty new, or low level, or both, and that she didn’t have much experience with this. However, she didn’t even acknowledge my questions after the “I’ll have to get back to you” in her first message.

That didn’t sit so well.

I downloaded and looked at the release form, which read:

I grant [name of company] unrestricted permission to use and or publish for any lawful purpose the photo(s) described below and attached. I hereby waive any right to inspect and approve the finished product. I further release [name of company] from any claims for remuneration.

For the record, that was the entire form.

And my reaction was something to the effect of, “Hell, no.”

As far as I can tell, most photographers sell images one of two ways: licensing an image for a specific use (publication, Web site, etc.) for a specific duration or number of copies; or for unlimited usages, either exclusively (in which case the image is sold or licensed to no one else), or non-exclusively, which means that they can use the image any way they want (or in agreed upon terms) and I can continue to sell it to others.  The first option is the cheapest; exclusive unlimited licensing is the most expensive — licenses through a company like Getty Images can easily run into four or five digit numbers.

What this company was asking for was a non-exclusive unlimited usage contract without compensation. Yes, it’s an unremarkable vacation photo, and I don’t expect that the project is going to hinge on their usage of it, or that they could republish it and win a Pulitzer. On the other hand, they’re a for-profit business trolling Flickr looking for images to use in a project that (I assume, because they’re in the health services industry) that they’re going to sell at a remarkable profit for themselves.

The fact that they never even mentioned compensation and acted like I should be overjoyed to just let them have it struck me as either massively misguided or arrogant, or possibly both. Further, I had only the word of the employee that I would be credited, as it wasn’t written into the agreement they sent. (In all honesty, I still find it difficult to believe that any legal department at any company would have approved such a “contract.”)  It kind of seemed like they were trolling Flickr to find people who would be willing to tell all their friends that they sold a vacation photo and find it a brag-worthy accomplishment.

I let the message sit overnight, and then sent the following:

Thanks for passing along the form, however, I cannot sign this document as it appears here. The terms set forth are far too vague for my comfort.
My work is licensed under Creative Commons for non-profit and educational use; according to what I understand from your earlier communication, this appears to be a for-profit use, which would involve a licensing fee depending on the resolution of the image and the length of time that you would like to use it for. If you or your company would be interested in reviewing my standard for-profit  licensing agreement and fees, please let me know and I’ll be happy to forward that information along. However, if I have misunderstood the nature of your business, please let me know and I will forward my non-profit agreement for your review.

Of course, I understand completely if you would prefer to explore other options instead.

Naturally, I never heard another word.  I did get a phone call from a number in the area code where the company was located, but the connection was terrible and broke after a few seconds and they never called back. The call came in on my work line, and I also couldn’t figure out how they would have gotten my office phone number, but it seems like a wild coincidence to have gotten a phone call from the same area code halfway across the country just a couple of hours after sending this reply.

I also reflect on my tendency to be more difficult with people I think are behaving unprofessionally. At the same time that this was going on, I gave one of my photos to a company developing a walking tour of Nicosia, Cyprus, that they’re selling as an iPhone app—that photo’s in a gray area because I was on a Fulbright grant when I took it, and I’m not allowed to make any profit from the seminar, and also because I know the company’s going to be selling the app for $2 a pop, and, let’s face it, Nicosia’s not a huge destination even for people who can find Cyprus on a map.  I also gave my blessing for another photo to be published in a non-profit magazine in Mexico (Cooks Source, take note — sometimes people are willing to just give you their stuff if you ask nicely!).

But everything about this transaction rubbed me the wrong way. I didn’t like the way they did business, I didn’t like the presumptive attitude, and I certainly didn’t like their release form.

And that’s my rant on this Friday afternoon. Happy weekend, everyone!

Just because you can don’t mean you should

Friday, September 3rd, 2010

In today’s post, I’m going to be rather snarky toward people who don’t necessarily deserve it, but if you have a problem with that as a concept you’re reading the wrong blog.

It seems that these days there’s a focus on oversharing every thought.  People who should never be listened to (I’m thinking of Sarah Palin, although there are others out there too) now have a platform to express their every wanton thought and desire.

And this is not particularly a good thing.

I present you Exhibit A.

Exhibit A is a young woman that I refer to as my “intellectual nemesis.”  She’s a former student of the type that, whenever I tried to have a conversation with her, my brain would explode from my inability to get what I thought were very simple points across.  I believe I have on numerous times expressed amazement that she has not inadvertently killed herself in a tragic knife-and-fork accident.

So, today, there was this doozy:

It’s not that I don’t think that people watch Jersey Shore.  Clearly people do.  I mean, for Chrissake, even Michael Kors referred to Snooki on last night’s Project Runway.  However, I kind of feel like regularly watching Jersey Shore is a bit like masturbation: everyone does it, but no one needs to talk about it—ever.

This, by the way, reminded me of another status update that also caused some hard wiring to go short circuit a couple of months ago:

I don’t know where to begin here.  First off, they didn’t cancel it, Ricky Gervais decided to stop making it at the height of its popularity.  Secondly, the American version is not a spin-off, it’s a remake.  Third, The Simpsons is an American spin-off of an American show—it’s a spinoff of The Tracey Ullman Show, which was made for an American audience and only featured a British lead actress. And furthermore

*KERBLOOEY*

Sorry, my head just exploded.

Exhibit B is a former coworker (the same former coworker who once refused to take me off of her list of people she sends massive amounts of joke forwards and chain letters to because, “you can just delete them if you don’t want them”) who has taken to including copious amounts of not-entirely-appropriate personal information in her headers to said forwarded e-mails.

Like this one:

For the record, I have neither seen nor spoken to this person in over two years.

I’m just putting this out there for consideration: the next time you have a thought that you feel needs to be shared with the world at large … don’t.  See what happens.

 

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