After a late night Google Browse the inner and outer Chris engage in internal dialog through the early morning hours.
Inner Chris: “Dude, were you aware that Wil Wheaton did this whole ‘Don’t be a dick’ thing nearly seven years ago?”
Outer Chris: “Uh, well, no. I mean I knew it was a thing, but I didn’t know it was A Thing.”
IC: “How could you not!? They even call it Wheaton’s Law for cryin’ out loud.”
IC: “He’s both! Geez, man, do you pay no attention to what’s going on around you?”
OC: “Are you sure? I think Stand by Me was, like, years earlier than the Star Trek reboot…”
IC: “Yes, I’m frickin’ sure…”
OC: “And he’s not the Delicious Monster/Omni Group guy, right?”
IC: “Oh for… no. That’s Wil SHIPLEY!”
OC: “Who’s not an actor.”
IC: “Right, not an actor.”
OC: “But another one-L Wil…”
IC: “Look, you’re not making this any better. The point is that Wil Wheaton has been doing this for years. He owns it. And either you look like a complete dick for ripping him off—doubly so after you made such a fuss over plagiarism—or you look like a completely out-of-touch dope.”
OC: “You know me pretty well, right?”
IC: “I suppose.”
OC: “So which would you go with?”
IC: “Sigh… the dope. It’s always the dope.”
OC: “Yeah, I’m afraid so. Honest but completely avoidable mistake.”
IC: “So, what are you going to do now?”
OC: “Well, I still have a few things to say on the subject but obviously I can’t claim this as My Thing—not that I was planning to, as telling people how to not misbehave in an occasionally humorous way isn’t entirely novel…”
IC: “Do not even think of taking a swipe at Wheaton. You’re in enough trouble as it is.”
OC: “No, no, I get it. It’s his thing. And I loved him in Stand By Me, but I’m not really a Star Trek guy so sort of missed everything after Shatner and Nimoy.”
IC: “I’m sure he’s relieved to hear it. Back to the subject at hand. What are you going to do?”
OC: “After this mea culpa maybe I’ll just put a link to our little conversation and then just go on, knowing within my heart of hearts that any originality that may result from this is all about my thoughts on the matter and not the ‘Don’t be a dick’ conceit. But still, great idea, Wil. Really great.”
OC: “You know, another L really wouldn’t…
IC: “Can you please do this without being a dick!?”
OC: “Okay, okay. And I’m sorry, Mr. Wheaton. I didn’t mean to horn in on your meme. Should you ever stumble upon these pages I hope you’ll find some of it a worthy addition to the trail you’ve already blazed.”
OC: “And if you don’t buy the ‘Chris wasn’t paying attention’ story, I’d be happy to take down what I’ve written on the subject.”
OC: “Sure. I’d be a dick not to.”
"Oh lord, Breen’s on again about plagiarism."
Honestly, I had no intention of “owning” this issue, but this Twitter comment in reaction to my So, Plagiarism piece got me thinking:
This is more like a daily thing in the blog world. Doesn’t warrant a thorough investigation of a single person.
Typically this would be the kind of setup where I proceed to sternly lecture a young blogger about the good old days of decency and decorum. But he has a point. Why go after some piss-poor site like iMacland? Its articles are barely written in English, it seems to benefit from no advertising, and until I started yammering about it, no one had heard of it. Why draw attention to it when this kind of thing goes on day-in and day-out?
Partly because I (and others who’ve joined in) can. It’s relatively easy to follow the tracks of people like this and expose them for the frauds they are. But digging down, why the outrage over plagiarism when far worse transgressions litter our lives?
To me, it’s an offense against the best aspirations of our species. We bipeds, among all the creatures crowding this world, have the unique awareness of self. This awareness allows us to ponder and propose, navel-gaze and theorize, extend the Me to the Us. If there’s a divine drop in us, it’s these gifts of insight and consideration. Whether through words, images, audio, or architecture, each of us can express what it is to be human.
The plagiarizer denies the divine. He contributes nothing. He simply takes and, like an animal, sprays his scent over the stolen goods to claim ownership.
So why investigate a single person when this is a daily occurrence? Because each instance dulls our humanity. Rampant or rare, this is not something that merits complacence.
Earlier this week, a Macworld reader posted a comment to an article I wrote last summer, indicating that in a Google search for the topic he found another’s site take on the issue. Clicking through he discovered that it was a poorly ripped-off version of my piece—written the day after, mangling a lot of the English but still pulling phrases and words directly from it, and even using my screenshots (one of them from this very site).
As someone who writes a lot and that writing gets noticed every so often, it’s not uncommon to have your stuff lifted—sometimes a little and other times more than a little. It can happen honestly—where someone thought they had the right to use it (even without credit)—or, as in this case, when it’s just a sleazy form of theft from someone who thought they could get away with it.Read More
Some months ago I whipped out a little screed called #prdonewrong where I griped about how badly some PR agencies and developers handle the press. I used that screed as the basis for a talk I gave at the most recent Renaissance conference in San Francisco. As a result some people have passed around a link to the original #prdonewrong.
And that led me to wonder if perhaps I could refine the screed based on second thoughts that resulted from the talk.
Ah, the circle of life.Read More
Jason Snell’s The Incomparable podcast featured its second series of radio plays in the recent Christmas Spectacular episode. And, as with the show’s first foray into radio drama, I was asked to contribute theme and incidental music. Here’s a bit of background on that work (as always you’ll find downloadable versions of the pieces on the Music page—suitable for ringtoning and other non-commercial uses).Read More
As it’s the Season, this seems an appropriate time to address the subject of holiday music. And I’ll do so by providing a small insight into the mind of the musician: Most of us hate the stuff. This isn’t because we’re all devil worshipers or have hearts two sizes too small, but rather that we’re pretty much done with it.Read More
Just quick fast like rabbit:
I threw together an opening and closing theme for Clockwise, a new podcast from TechHive. You can find a copy on the Music page.
Only thing worth comment is that the original version had no drums. That was a problem as it wasn't grounded or driving enough—too airy fairy. I left it in that state over night and then got up the next morning with fresh ears. The need for drums was then obvious.
Sometimes sleeping on it helps.
Some recall San Francisco, July 1984, as the heady month in which the first woman—in the form of Geraldine Ferraro—was nominated for Vice President of the United States in that same city by the bay. I, however, can testify with complete confidence, that in that convention week I experienced the worst gig of my life. And, worse yet, at the hands of one of the presiding members of the Democratic Party.Read More
Before there were geeks, there were nerds. And before nerds, the sand-kicking crowd satisfied itself by mocking an equally unhip group of individuals: birdwatchers. Caricatured as binocular-sporting, sky-scanning, baggy-pantsed ornithological eggheads, birdwatchers couldn’t be more square. And while nerds have indeed had their revenge, birders still find themselves classed as oddballs by the rest of the population.
This explains my reluctance when, one day some 20 years ago, my wife announced, “My father is coming over this weekend and if we don’t want him hanging around the house with his nose in a book, we’ll have to go birding with him.”
“We. Get some comfortable shoes and dig out your dad’s binoculars. There’s a bird guide on the shelf. You’re not worming your way out of this one.” Pun intended or not, I was on the hook.Read More
I’m old enough to have spent a lot of time with reel-to-reel tape decks—everything from the 2-track machine my dad purchased when I was a kid to a 1-inch 16-track deck my band acquired for our studio. And in all that time I’ve been fascinated with the idea of multi-tracking—recording something on this track, overdubbing something else on another, bouncing those tracks to yet another tracks, and on and on until—not unlike building layers of paint on a canvas—I’d created a rich soundscape.
The idea of tape-based performance entered my teenaged consciousness when the guitar player in my band-at-the-time (The Fabulous Sandblaster) purchased an Echoplex EP-3. This was a tape-based effect that recorded what you’d played and then played it back in real time. If you ran the tape quickly you’d hear the delayed signal pretty quickly. If you instead used a slower speed, it could take quite a while for the previous sound to play, which provided you the opportunity to play over that recording in such a way that you could accompany yourself. The EP-3 additionally had the ability to record each take as you played, so after several passes you could create a mountain of sound.
Later, in college, a trumpet playing friend did a portion of his master performance improvising over a tape loop that worked similarly. In that performance I learned an important lesson in regard to this kind of performance.
Better vague than wrong.Read More
Normally I don't expect to use this blog to link to technical pieces I've done, but in cases of high emotion I might occasionally do just that. In this instance it's about DirecTV's fear of set-top boxes. I completely understand why it doesn't support Roku or AppleTV. After all, there's money to be made by forcing your customers to purchase your set-top box rather than one made by someone else.
Still, it's shitty.
You can find my thoughts in HBO Go on Apple TV a No-Go for DirecTV Customers.
Update: Huh, I guess if enough people yell loudly enough, things can happen. @DirecTVService just tweeted that HBO Go is coming to Apple TV soon.
You’ve likely heard the old wheeze: To become truly proficient at Skill A you must spend 10,000 hours doing it. Naturally, upon careful examination this theory falls apart entirely. Over the course of my life I’ve spent 11 hours shucking walnuts and yet I’m damned good at it. In fact, among my acquaintances the aptness of my shucking is considered to be without peer.
That said, there are certainly cases where experience counts. Before rummaging around in my workings, for example, I’d prefer to employ a surgeon who has spent a lot of quality time turning other people inside-out. Along these same lines, when plotting a course for your upcoming wedding, you might appreciate the advice of someone who has witnessed well over a hundred of the things. Someone who knows the templates, traps, and turmoil of such events.
Someone like me.Read More
The fact that you’re brushing your eyes over these words hints that you’re here because you’ve read one tech piece or another that I’ve written. And therefore it’s just as likely that you’ve heard of Jason Snell’s The Incomparable podcast—a pop-culture-for-geeks program for which I composed the opening theme. Last March Jason approached me about putting together some musical bits to accompany the April Fools episode. The hook was that it would be presented as a series of old-time radio dramas. “Maybe,” he suggested, “you could do a variation on the original theme that fit the genre.”
How could I resist?Read More
In my many years of playing music, people have occasionally spoken to me while on the job. These are some of the most memorable nuggets.
“Stop playing dance music!”
– Screamed by a mother-of-the-bride as the band quietly played “Take 5”Read More
I know, I know. Now!?
But here’s the thing.
After missing out on the Great Blog Birthing of the Early Aughts I was embarrassed enough at coming late to the party that I figured I’d just give it a pass—at least until such time that blogs came around again in a non-ironic way.
Like flannel shirts.Read More
When dressed in my Twitter garb (@BodyofBreen) I occasionally gripe about… well, a lot of things really. But in this particular instance I’m referring to my #prdonewrong tweets—those bitter pills of reaction to fumbling PR pitches and strategies. In the interest of formalizing those gripes (and purging my spleen in long-form), I offer this short guide to getting it wrong.Read More
Browse through the curriculum of any good business school for which you spend the equivalent of Kurdistan’s gross domestic product and you’ll find courses in analytical thinking, financial accounting, leadership, managerial skills, and organizational behavior. At the end of your two-year hitch you’ll have the theoretical foundation to join the ranks of a first-world nation’s industrial titans.
But theory is hardly practice.Read More