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EFF Lawyer Calls YouTube ContentID Worse Than DMCA
Richard Koman writes "Warner Music Group is apparently blocking everything YouTube ContentID comes up with as potential infringement. We knew that, but this piece by Jason Perlow shows that they're also spewing out DMCA takedown notices for some pretty clearly fair-use stuff. In my interview with EFF's Fred von Lohmann he talks about how, as bad as the DMCA process is — and it's pretty firmly against fair-use — YouTube's process gives remixers and digital creators even fewer options to assert their right to speak through the fair use of copyright material. While EFF is negotiating with Google and the studios, he suggests that users boycott YouTube if they won't stand up for fair use."
To say where this all started would be a revelation to me. When it started I didn't even know I was doing it. Now days this is so overly talked about on shows and written in lyrics it's almost a fashion. Girls and boys thinking they are hardcore and profound. Well to me this is just a story, and I don't know if there is any conclusion to it.. but it's mine.
Feeling alone in high school isn't anything new. This all started when all my friends were around me and I notices blood dripping from my hands because I had dug my fingernails so far into my skin without even noticing. I know this is not cutting but for many it is the start of a great relationship.
I don't know why but I remember taking a pen cap that was all chewed up and running it back and forth until I was satisfied on how much blood was running down my thigh. Nothing to have any scars there till this day, but enough to make me cringe in the shower for a few days.
I did this about once a month until my senior year. I got drunk on New Years and for some reason ran into my friends bathroom and started slicing away at my wrists. I got up now satisfied and went and hung out with my friends. Of course they noticed my sweaters cuffs had blood on them; but soon didn't care because I thew them off with a good girl on girl make out session.
The same thing happened on the night of graduation with a big party and to much alcohol and a stone wall. I was talking with all my friends and had my arms to the other side of the wall just running them back and forth.
All these cuts go away into tiny white scars that no one notices. So it's not that bad and so it never becomes a problem. Sometimes you have cuts that are seen by others, and you make up excuses. Dumb ones that sound like freak accidents, but no one is really the wiser.
At 18 I moved out on my own and did not have to answer to no one. I could talk about how I do this when I am feeling so much pain and I want to direct the pain into a bloody cut, but then I more enjoy the stories of how these beautiful cuts are performed.
One night after a sexual episode the guy left my house and forgot his Kershaw pocket knife. That thing stays sharp! It has a smooth edge for warm deep cuts, and it has a jagged part for angry messy cuts. That friend was great and left me with flat scars that I still have today but can not be noticed to greatly.
It became something I just did. My friend found out and told me to stop... but was me and there was no reason for me to stop or want to. This is the best thing ever. I loved that feeling and the sight of blood. I got such satisfaction in seeing my work. While the cuts healed was almost a test on my creativity; until winter came around and there is no need for creativity.
My knife was upstairs, and while cleaning I found a razor blade in my drawer. It was rusty, but sharp none the less. I sometimes did my cutting like a ritual. I would sometimes make a bath and put candles around and turned on my favorite self hating CD. I loved it when my bathwater is red, and when I got out you could tell where the water level was on me because of a red line.
The thing about very sharp razor blades is that you do not have to push as hard as a knife. It was great. I sat out on my front porch and drank and smoked and I did about 15 cuts on my forearm and across my wrist.(my favorite place to do it)This time was a little different though. It was amazing how clean and far this razor cut. It hurt so good. I just thought about how easy it would be to just end it all right there. But I never wanted to kill myself. Suicide kids are people are in there own class and to have that much balls to do that is something I just don't have.
I forgot to clean all the blood off the porch because I had to go pick up my friend from work. I couldn't think of no excuse except I don't know what that is.
Every time those cuts scabbed over I would pick them and watch more blood come out. I did that all the time but these ones were so messy. Picking them was almost
then they'll become famous, and a major record label will sign them up and GOTO 10
They (google) don't have to do anything other than take your stuff down. They have no duty to rehost it just because you countered.
"His name was James Damore."