Some points: one) Gilbert O’Sullivan didn’t sue Biz Markie, the company to which he assigned his copyright did, two) the film should have been CC licensed — it’s something of an artfail that it’s not, three) the bit where Saul Williams talks about sampling in trip hop has been continually blowing my mind — Bjork becomes even more of a weird Icelandic half-elf, four) sampling is clearly art and making it illegal is clearly wrong-headed, if not outright racist.

While I was looking for the beta pdf I ran into Softwear by Microsoft, a line of (non-electronic) clothing designed by Common featuring DOS-era iconography.

It’s the only Microsoft product line I’m interested in using — aside from those sick tabletop computing surfaces they have, or maybe Bing. The line started in 2009, apparently.

Fok julle Interscope. Zef siiiiide. Via bb.

If I ever get a 60×25 wall, I’d want the Mecha Dragon.

Jill is in New York this weekend. I miss her. I just realized I should have gone with — I have an airline credit I could have used to be part of the occupation.

Here’s the web-exclusive encore of a Black Star oldie.

He was right too: the revolution was sent over TCPIP. Seriously though, I’m just beginning to develop a consciousness that this poem speaks to now — a kind of disgust combined with “makerism.” I feel that somewhere along the line I became too wrapped up in spectation and became a good audience member, perhaps at the expense of being a good performer.