For the first time since this morning…ouch, it even hurts to type those words. We know our readers can’t get enough of copyright stuff. It’s like caffeine. Except maybe it doesn’t act as quickly. No drug is perfect.
Or so we’ve been lead to believe.
This story from Wired touches on something that comes up in conversation around our home. Yes, the same house that brings you loud outdoor rants about record labels and online music often shouts about so-called orphaned copyrights. We often wonder why our dinner parties aren’t better attended…
While we could go on at length on this topic, we thought this paragraph summed up the conundrum quite nicely. It’s always helpful when someone else does the writing, allowing us to sit back and bask in the glory:
In another case, an editor would like to re-publish the essays of Dr. Leo Alexander, who wrote articles that dissect Nazi ethics for criminology journals, but the author is dead and his heirs haven’t been found to grant permission. Schism, a monthly magazine of fringe literature from the late 1960s and early 1970s, is another puzzle where the copyright owner is unknown.
Now for a little love due our strong character. We managed two separate discussions on the issue without mentioning a certain mouse whose name happens to invoke ear worms of the worst possible variety. We are swelling up with pride here.
