You’re owed $20

A while back, the music industry was convicted in court of price fixing. If you purchased any audio recording (vinyl, cassette, or compact disc) between January 1st, 1995 and December 22nd, 2000, you are eligible to file a claim for reparation.

At the moment, if there is a cash disbursement, it will likely be somewhere between $5 and $20 per claimant. However, if enough people file claims that the disbursement would end up less than $5 per claimant, then the entirety of the settlement fee would be donated to not-for-profit, charitable, governmental or public entities to be used for music-related purposes or programs for the benefit of consumers who purchased Music Products. I think that sounds like a damn good option, and seeing as how I’m prettty sure that just about everyone I know bought at least one album at some point during those five years, I think you all should file your claim.

Link via Boing Boing

Interesting Apple rumors

Some unusually interesting (to me, at least, as both an Apple fan and a music fan) rumors surfacing over at /. today.

First came this post

danamania writes “Apple’s latest promotion is a gimmick with Madonna, Tony Hawk or Beck’s signature, or a No Doubt logo, on an iPod. It seems Apple’s really pushing the iPod as a too-cool fashion accessory as much as a too-cooler MP3 player… is Maddie’s signature worth an extra USD49 over the standard iPod?” Instead of $50 for the engraved signature, you can spend $20 to print “Madonna’s Signature” in beautiful Helvetica.

Then, in the followup comments, someone claiming to be from Apple posted the following in two separate comments:

Comment one…

I’m posting this anonymously to protect my job. Not that they’ll fire me or anything, but why risk it?

For several years, we (Apple) have been working on ways of customizing computers and electronics. It all started back in the Power Mac Cube days, when we were looking into new injection molding processes. That worked okay, but we got a lot of flak from customers who thought the mold lines in the plastic looked like cracks.

Now we’re looking at custom laser engraving, trying to figure out ways to get the cost down to less than a dollar per square inch. The idea is that you will be able to order your laptop with anything at all engraved on the surface: your name, a logo, a picture of your kids, whatever.

This little promo is just some of the runoff from that work.

Oh, and incidentally, Apple isn’t doing this for the money. I don’t want to say anything else too specific, but there’s more going on between Apple and these artists than just this. Expect to see more interesting things in the coming months.

…and comment two…

Actually, it’s a hell of a lot more interesting than that. And I’m astounded that nobody’s guessed it yet.

See, the deal is that Apple’s management — Steve more than anybody else, really — sees the record companies kinda dropping the ball. People are happy with MP3-quality music, and they want to be able to buy it over the Internet. Current systems for doing that just suck. Since Apple controls .Mac, the OS, iTunes, the iPod, and QuickTime 6/AAC, they’re the only ones who are in a position to make a real end-to-end, easy-to-use digital music distribution system happen.

In the future, you’ll (assuming we can cut a deal with Apple Records on that nasty trademark matter) be able to plug you iPod into your Mac, browse a library of songs via iTunes, and download them directly to your iPod over broadband or AirPort. Micro-payment (well, semi-micro; on the order of a dollar per song) will be handled through the .Mac “one click” system, which Apple licensed from Amazon and already uses in iPhoto for buying photographic prints on line. The only DRM will be the stuff we’ve already go built into the iPod that makes it inconvenient, though of course not impossible, to copy music off of it once it’s been put on.

When we go live with this — which we’re hoping to do by the end of next year at the latest — we’re going to need some big names. That’s why we’ve been talking to Madonna, No Doubt, Beck, Dave Matthews Band, Moby, and some others.

Basically Apple is trying to do an end-run around the record companies and the RIAA. It’s not done yet, and it may not work, but the foundation is there and all that’s really left is to sort out the legal details.

If anybody finds out I’ve posted this, I’m out of a job, and I’ll probably end up with my ass in court. Hope this “anonymous coward” thing works as advertised.

The laptop engraving sounds very interesting, though I’m not sure how much I’d take advantage of it — though if I had the money to blow on a TiBook, I’d love to add a few extra dollars to get my tattoo design emblazoned on the lid.

The full-solution music idea sounds quite interesting, though. Seems to me that if anyone’s in a position to get this up and running, it’s most likely going to be Apple. A dollar a song sounds a bit steep at first look — it doesn’t drop the price significantly, if at all, over buying a CD from a store — but then, I just really started playing with .mp3 files this past year, and even then I’m pretty much sticking with my own stuff. Someone more into tracking down and finding music online may have a better idea of how appealing this idea might be.

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More on FOAF

A couple days ago I was babbling about having finally created my FOAF file.

Today, Phil pointed out something I’d actually looked for the other day, but hadn’t managed to find: a web-based FOAF explorer that loads and parses FOAF files. If my babble of the other day was only somewhat comprehensible, seeing what can be done with these FOAF thingy-ma-bobs might make it a bit more clear.

¡TchKunG! at the FUNC

The ¡TchKunG! show last night was flat-out incredible! So glad I made it out there.

After relaxing for most of the day yesterday, I grabbed a bus and started heading out to find the FUNC. I wasn’t really too sure where I was going, but as the bus got closer, I saw a few other people that I thought looked like they might be heading to the show. Sure enough, I heard a couple of them talking about trying to figure out where the FUNC was, and we all ended up banding together. Luckily enough, one of the girls had been there before and knew where to go, so we all followed her for a couple blocks once we got off the bus. Sure enough, after rounding a corner, the sound of tribal drumming greeted us, and we were pretty sure that we’d found the place.

Keeping warm by a burn barrel.The FUNC reminded me a lot of some of the old warehouse parties I used to go to in Anchorage — it’s an old storage warehouse that’s been gutted and turned into a big empty performance space. Perfect for the kind of anarchistic revelry that ¡TchKung! generally creates. Outside the FUNC was a large draped area that seemed to be serving as something of a “chill room”, with blankets, pillows, and tribal/trance music playing on a stereo. I was never sure whether it was open to the general public or if it was for the performers, so I never went in to check, instead wandering around the lot outside the warehouse and peoplewatching. There were a lot of other people doing the same, talking with friends, and standing around a few burn barrels to keep warm until the show started.

Quilombo do Queimado capoeira demonstrationThe first half-hour or so of the night was just music over the speakers as everything got set up, then the actual show opened with a demonstration from Quilombo do Queimado Capoeira. Developed as a blend between martial arts and dance when the slaves in Brazil were not allowed to have their own martial art, Capoeira is one of the most amazing and beautiful dance/fighting styles I’ve ever seen. I’ve had something of an interest in it for a few years, so getting to see these people perform was a real treat. Even better, it turns out that while most of their classes locally are during evenings when I’m at work, they do have “all skill level” classes on Saturday afternoons, so I’m thinking about heading down there some weekend in the near future to check it out.

Firedancing between actsAfter the Capoeira demonstration, the Infernal Noise Brigade set up off to the side of the main stage. They were a bit too much pure noise for me at that point, so I spent most of their set bouncing back and forth between the bar area, where I grabbed a couple rum and cokes, and outside. There was a fair amount of spur-of-the-moment stuff going on outside, too — everything from firedancing to impromptu and improvised shadow plays using a floodlight aimed against the large white wall of a building next door.

Burning (fake) moneyEventually I headed back into the FUNC and worked my way into the crowd gathering in front of the stage. A few people were wandering through the crowd, attempting to buy crude oil from anyone they spoke to, and passing out “money” in the form of copied dollar bills. Rather quickly after getting the bills, lighters would start to come out, and soon most of the crowd was holding up flaming $1, $5, $10, and $20 bills. Eventually we were told to stop, just in case the fire department came through and declared things a fire hazard, but every so often for the rest of the evening, you’d see the occasional bill go up somewhere in the audience.

Uncle Sam oils the crowdAfter a few minutes of this, Uncle Sam came out on stage to welcome everyone to the show, and started pouring oil out over anyone within arms reach. I hadn’t seen the mudman that’s typical of ¡TchKunG! shows yet, but a ¡TchKung! show just isn’t a ¡TchKunG! show if you don’t get nice and filthy at some point in the evening! This is actually one of the parts of their shows that I’ve always enjoyed — it’s kind of hard to break into groups or think that anyone looks like they “don’t belong” when everyone’s slathered in mud, oil, or anything of the sort. It’s a little hard to describe, but it fits very well with the general air of the shows.

¡TchKunG! on stageAfter Uncle Sam was done, ¡TchKunG! took the stage, and launched into the first half of their set. It’s so difficult to convey in words the energy that is present during one of their shows, but they’re by far one of my favorite bands to see live. The best word I can think of to describe any show by them is “tribal”, in the truest sense of the word — the crowd gets so wrapped up in things, that it becomes something more than a collection of individuals, and something closer to a “tribe”, I suppose…oh, whatever. You get the point. Or you don’t.

Bush and Saddam get ready to fightMidway through ¡TchKunG!’s set, they broke for a few minutes to bring out the Battle of the Dictators. In came George W. Bush, and then Saddam, held up on litters, with Bush brandishing boxing gloves, and Saddam holding a saber in one hand and an oil can in the other (which he used to pour more oil over the crowd as he passed by). Uncle Sam returned to the stage, and the lead singer for ¡TchKunG! donned an Osama bin Laden mask, and the two of them acted as commentators as Bush and Saddam proceeded to battle it out in the middle of the floor. The battle eventually got a bit derailed, though, when Bush and Saddam became so enamored over each others love of money, oil, and totalitarian control that they ended up molesting each other in the middle of the fighting ring, and the match was called to a halt for “unnecessary fornication!”

The mudgirl!After the Battle of the Dictators fell apart, ¡TchKung! took the stage again to do the last half of their set. As they whipped the crowd back up into a frenzy, the mud finally came through, with both a Mudman and a Mudgirl working their way around, making sure that anyone who hadn’t gotten hit by the oil got a good amount of mud on them instead. Later on, the Mudgirl also came through with a gas can full of water, dousing people and giving them drinks out of the spout — a really nice touch, as few people really wanted to wander out to get a drink.

The firebreather takes the floorAs the set started drawing to a close, another of the standards came out — their firebreather. He came out with two firebrands and cleared a good-sized area of space around him, then sent four or five absolutely huge fireballs towards the ceiling. Those are incredibly difficult to get a good picture of, but I’m rather pleased with the one I did get!

An encore!Eventually the set came to a close, and ¡TchKunG! left the stage…only to come back a few minutes later to do an encore set, something I’d never seen them do before! They did a great version of “Dijamy/Crashing the System” from their ‘Post World Handbook’ album, then left the stage again, closing out their part of the night, and after wandering around for a few more minutes, I took a cab home, showered to get the mud off, and fell into bed.

All in all, an awesome night. Hopefully it’s not too long before they resurface again!

More pictures of the night can be found in this photoalbum, and I’ve also found one other small writeup of the night on patr0ck’s LiveJournal. If I find any more, I’ll post them later on.

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Psychoptrometry

I think that the next time I need to get new glasses, I want to go to whoever Jonathan’s optomotrist is

Halfway through the testing procedure, which took nearly 45 minutes, I commented on the fact that I felt a degree of performance anxiety, experienced as a strong desire to provide the “correct answer” to each of the optometrist’s questions about the relative sharpness of individual test charts. He told me that this was quite natural, since I had such a strong emotional investment in the process.

He said that he listened very carefully to a patient’s voice while conducting these tests, in many cases giving greater emphasis to the emotional resonance of their answers than to the choices they actually made. Why? To avoid the risk of prescribing a lens that is stronger than necessary. He also factored this “emotional coefficient” into his choice of one kind of spectacles over another.

…I went to the appointment expecting that he would recommend…progressive lenses, which would provide a smooth transition from intermediate to near. This was, in fact, his recommendation but out of curiosity I asked him about bifocals, segmented lenses with two distinct regions for — in my case — intermediate and near vision.

“I only prescribe bifocals for patients with rigid personalities,” he answered. “In other words, people who see the world in terms of black and white rather than shades of gray. Of course I wouldn’t be having this conversation with someone who needs bifocals.”

The optometrist as psychotherapist, I thought to myself, what an intriguing character.

It’s just snow, folks

Maybe it’s just a side effect of having lived in Alaska for 26 years, but — it’s November, and it’s snowing in various places across the country. Am I the only person on the web somewhat _un_impressed with this?

No, I’m not really annoyed. Quite amused, though. Admittedly, though, this is not a type of post I’m immune to, so I probably shouldn’t talk. The trend in posts did catch my eye, though.

Meanwhile, here in Seattle, it’s gorgeous, clear and sunny, and 48 degrees. And apparently, Alaska is still without snow, though the forecast seems to think that rain and snow will be battling it out for the rest of the week. Ick!

iSfP

It’s kind of funny how one subject will lead to another, which then takes off and gets something of a life of its own. A throwaway comment by Mark Pilgrim in the midst of explaining a new data format giving his Myers-BriggsType Indicator led to an interesting couple of posts by Jonathon Delacour relating MBTIs to the blogosphere.

I know mom was big into the MBTI tests a few years back, and I may have taken the test at some point — though if I did, I don’t remember how I came out. So, since one of the posts gave a link to a free typology test, I took it and ended up coming out as iSfP: Introverted / Sensing / Feeling / Perceiving.

Besides being concrete in speech and utilitarian in getting what they want, the Composer Artisans are informative and attentive in their social roles. Composers are just as reluctant to direct others’ behavior as are Performers, though they appear even more so, since they are more attentive.

While all the Artisans are artistic in nature, Composers (perhaps ten per cent of the population) seem to excel in the “fine arts,” having not only a natural grace of movement, but also an innate sense what fits and what doesn’t fit in artistic compositions. Of course, composing must not be thought of as only writing music, but as bringing into harmonious form any aspect of the world of the five senses, and so when an especially gifted painter, sculptor, choreographer, film maker, songwriter, chef, decorator, or fashion designer shows up, he or she is likely to be an Composer.

Composers, like the other Artisans, have a special talent for “tactical” variation, and such talent differs radically from that possessed by Idealists, Rationals, and Guardians (who have their own unique and inherent abilities). As the word “tactical” implies, Artisans keep closely in “touch” with the physical world, their senses keenly tuned to reality. But, while the Crafter is attuned to the tool and its uses, the Composer is attuned to sensory variation in color, line, texture, aroma, flavor, tone-seeing, touching, smelling, tasting, and hearing in harmony. This extreme concreteness and sensuality seems to come naturally to the Composers, as if embedded “in the warp and woof” of their make.

— Description from keirsey.com: The Composer Personality Temperament Style

It doesn’t sound too far off — some of the time. I do know that I tend to move between two extremes, though, and I’m not sure how accurately this version of the test (it felt like a shorter, less detailed version) would pick that up with it’s 72 yes/no questions. I’ll have periods where I’m much more social and extroverted, and other periods when I’m much more solitary and introverted. I did my best to give accurate answers to the questions (though I did wish that some of them were more of a sliding scale than simply yes or no), and as I said, the iSfP profile doesn’t sound too far off, but I’d be interested at some point in investigating whether the full “official” MBTI test is any more accurate.

All this did also remind me of something else mom relayed to me a long time ago. I don’t remember where it came from, but she was reading something that gave an alternate explanation of “extroverted” and “introverted” that I found to make much more sense than the typical definitions, especially as applied to my own life.

Traditionally, extroverts are those ebullient, outgoing people at the heart of every gathering. The life of the party, always surrounded by people, comfortable in every situation. Conversely, introverts are the shy, quiet type, often off in a corner if they’re out of the house at all, observing rather than participating. The book mom was reading, though, posited that rather than defining extro- and introverts based on their outward, public personas, we should look more closely at how they see themselves, and most specifically, what they do to relax and “recharge themselves.” In many cases, this would end up flip-flopping the definitions around.

For example, my brother has always been the classic extrovert, while I’ve been more the classic introvert. He often had large circles of friends, was involved in sports, student government, and other such group activities. I, on the other hand, prefered to stay at home with a book or a computer, hang out with Royce (who for years was my only close friend), and generally stay “behind the scenes” while my brother took the limelight. However, our methods of relaxation couldn’t have been more different. My brother would come home and hole up in his room, spending time by himself, even at one point taking up stamp collecting for a while. I, though, have always felt a need to be surrounded by people. Even when I wasn’t directly involved or the center of attention, as often happened later on in life when I was DJ’ing, I would often go out to the school dances or other large events, just to be around the groups of people and feel the energy and social dynamics present in such situations. By that, then, this source would classify my brother as the introvert and me as the extrovert, because though our more visible public personas fit the classic definitions, this argued that it was what we did to relax, recharge, and stay at peace with ourselves that really determined our emotional/temperamental makeup.

I always like that a lot, and felt that it made much more sense as a way to classify people (if one really feels the need to find little boxes to drop everyone into, at least).

Hmm…this entry just keeps getting longer and longer, too. Another aspect of my personality that I’d be curious as to how it fits in with everything is my tendency to be what my friends at one point deemed an “instigator.” A few years ago, James (I believe) and I were discussing the dynamics of our particular group of friends, and he realized that while I wasn’t the most obviously outspoken member of the group, and would rarely actively take the lead in any activity we were doing, if one really traced back where any particular idea came from, it often came back to me. I’d make a comment here, or a suggestion there, dropping hints at the right time or place in a conversation, or to the right people, and after a while, that’s the direction things would end up moving in. It wasn’t obvious, and I can’t even claim that I did it consciously or intentionally most of the time (though, there are times when being able to do it does come in handy), but with a close enough look at how things went, it did seem to show as a fairly common pattern.

I’ve looked at myself occasionally since then, and that does seem to be something I’ve always done, and probably always will do to some extent. Why? I’m not entirely sure, though I’d hazard a guess at one possible source in my psyche.

Basically, it’s my love of the “behind the scenes” aspects of life, the drive to find out “how it works.” That’s been a running and fairly obvious trend in how I approach things for years. In high school, the two things that I got really involved in and enjoyed were yearbook and the tech crew side of theater. My jobs for years have been in the copy/print-shop industry. Much of my fascination with movies is the special effects, and the fascinating high- and low-tech ways people have of solving problems. All of these share a common theme — finding and playing with the pieces and parts that make something up. It’s often not the final product that interest me nearly as much as the component pieces. In my world, the parts are far greater than the whole. Even my interest in web pages, where the actual design is of less import than figuring out the code beneath it that makes it work, or my love of Star Trek, where the weekly soap opera in space is of less import than the fascinating technobabble and world building that has gone on to create the Trek universe, carry on this theme.

When you apply all that to social dynamics, it seems fairly obvious that I’d end up being something of an “instigator.” Just doing something, or tossing out an idea to the group at large, well, that’s boring. The sledgehammer approach to making progress towards a goal. It’s far more satisfying to take what I know of people, their interests, how they will react to given suggestions or situations, and make a few small adjustments here, a few tweaks there, until suddenly all the pieces fall into place and we’re off and running. Far more satisfying. More fun, too!

Of course, on re-reading all that…it may be a good thing that I never got into politics. Or that I’m not more self-serving. Or both. Something to think about, at least.

And with that — I just ran out of steam. And I need to get going to work.