Michael Geist writes, "Canada and South Korea announced agreement on a comprehensive trade agreement earlier today. The focus is understandably on tariff issues, but the agreement also contains a full chapter on intellectual property (note that the governments have only released summaries of the agreement, not the full text, which is still being drafted). The IP chapter is significant for what it does not include. Unlike many other trade deals - particularly those involving the U.S., European Union, and Australia - the Canada-South Korea deal is content to leave domestic intellectual property rules largely untouched. The approach is to reaffirm the importance of intellectual property and ensure that both countries meet their international obligations, but not to use trade agreements as a backdoor mechanism to increase IP protections."
The decision to maintain existing domestic laws without pressuring the other country to conform to its approach illustrates that claims of the necessity for harmonized IP rules in trade agreement are simply untrue. A far more appropriate approach is to require consistency with international obligations.
In fact, the Canada - South Korea agreement may provide a model for many other countries that wish to include intellectual property provisions in their trade agreements but are content to require each party to meet international standards rather than the domestic rules of one of the parties. The U.S. and E.U. approach has been to export their rules to other countries, but Canada and South Korea have demonstrated that respect for domestic choices and compliance international obligations is a better alternative.
what’s left unknown weighs down until we bleat
in rage and fear then leave off being bold
for better nights and stories wiser told
as those with longer practice wait the fleet
leaving the late ones to patrol the street
in angry silence so while it is cold
as the dew rises and the night turns old
the urgent and the foolish still may meet
this is the game of rats that always prey
upon the leavings that once made for joy
cast away now beneath the starless sky
as every denizen flees from the day
in certainty that even truth’s a toy
and honour turns out just another lie
- Current Mood: contemplative
Forgive me, LJ. It has been three months since my last confession.
Time has really slipped past me. I’ll spare you some of the Christmas whinging as that is so last year…
It wasn’t something I needed, thought it a bit extravagant, but I will admit that I sure enjoy my new latte maker. Best part? It was a gift!
More structural rewrites are in my future. I had so hoped this one was good to go.
If only my name was Felicia. Then I could change my Twitter handle for the season to Felicia Navidad.
So now of course I’m earworming Feliz Navidad.
My new most-hated phrase: “Clear all the jelly!
So beautiful! Worth sitting through the annoying ad.
Having occupied my office chair for 4 hours I will now go to lunch. 4 hours after that I will be off for 9 blessed days.
Ooookay. Candy Crush has now moved beyond divertissement to obsession.
My cousin’s Christmas gift to me: coming to take care of Mom while I have knee surgery. God bless you, Francie.
Note from March: there’s an unhappy ending to this story.
I still think the Miami Heat’s logo looks like a flaming butternut squash.
One half of the gay couple who married on the Rose Parade float was a former hair dresser of mine. I’m thrilled for him!
I hate cutting characters out of stories even when I know it’s necessary. I feel like I’m denying them there chance at the limelight.
You know that thing where you’re unintentionally full of shite, where bad memory and public pronouncement collide? That thing.
This guy! who flew his plane under the Eiffel Tower to chase and shoot down a Nazi:
Mom had some issues at dialysis last night so we had an outpatient procedure this morning. Home again. Everything’s fine.
Michael Easton on General Hospital always reminds me of Dr. Drake Ramore.
Back in the ER again. This week is a clusterf*ck.
Mom’s CAT scan was OK so the hospital kicked her loose late yesterday afternoon so I could take her to dialysis. I was not pleased. We didn’t get home from dialysis until after 10 and Mom was hurting. I had to do two hour watches on her all night long to make sure the head wound didn’t go south. But she’s doing much better than we had any right to expect. She’s got a 4 cm cut on the back of her head and 10 wee. She fell in the street when the transport guy came to pick her up to take her to the clinic.
I used to live 2 blocks from here in 79 (and other inane facts)—Venice Beach, 1979: http://twitter.com/History_Pics/status/4
A vivid and profound dream last night. Clearly a message from Self to self, but I haven’t quite figured out all it was trying to tell me.
A belief which keeps you prisoner in a life you hate should be done away with. It is not a thing of the Spirit, it is an aberration of Man.
All Ma wanted to do today was watch football and all I wanted to do was read philosophy. What a ridiculous conundrum.
I think Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber should date. Then the gossip media mill would implode and none of us would have to listen anymore.
So I says to my friend, “If the Apocalypse comes, I’m going to shelter in place and let it get me.” I’m not cut out for dystopia.
I’ve getting so tired of manufactured crises. I’m tired of the real ones, too, but the manufactured ones are really wearing thin.
I’m a committed mediocritist. It’s exhausting trying not to do better, but I can’t compromise my principles.
It’s official: I get my bionic knee on March 20.
Note from March: As previously stated, this may not be true.
CCF is one of the most decent people in FSF. RT @Catrambo Charles Coleman Finlay produces some tips for rejectomancy. http://ccfinlay.com/blog/nectar-for-reje
If you believe in the possibility of a fair trial in Italy, read The Monster of Florence by Preston & Spezi. Their legal system is a joke.
I think my cat is as likely to answer to “You little t*rd” as she is to Min.
RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman. Stunning. Heartbreaking.
Actually, I’m not really having knee surgery in March, I’m headed here.
Note from March: In fact…
The rages come out of nowhere like they always have. Why do they still have the power to surprise me?
He’s so cheerful all the time he gives me the creeps. No names please.
Daily Mail article on sitting down: “those who sat more than six hours a day were 37 per cent more likely to die” NEWSFLASH: everyone dies
If you MUST read it for yourself:
People assume that because you aren’t ambitious in the same way or for the same things as they are that you have no ambition.
Pussy Riot is brutalized by Cossacks while trying to protest, then Livejournal goes down. Probably not a coincidence.
So I won’t be getting my bionic knee after all, not for awhile. My cousin can’t stay with Mom. Not her fault, just life. She got sick herself.
Ah, farewell Harold Ramis. One for the ages.
So Der Weinerschnitzel is using a tiki motif to advertise their new chili cheese dogs which have no tiki motif that I can tell. ?? I’m a big fan of tiki so I don’t mind, but…
At home sick and watching too much TV I suspect.
Dear Marketers: If you make me create an account to shop at your site I won’t be shopping at your site.
My cat answered to “Farthead” today. In other news, I’ve been home since Tuesday with an awful cold. Am sick of being sick.
I watch my mother destroy a vintage pattern I bought her so she could make something from her past. Things don’t matter, just what they mean to people, and she is so present and content recreating that past. And I am content.
In Braveheart it always sounds to me like Mel Gibson is saying, “You may take our wives but you will never take our freedom!”
Watching the Oscars, Mom is confused. Spike Jones and Steve McQueen are not who she remembers.
Dear Nekkid Girl with “Individuals” emblazoned across your nekkid picture: all nekkid girls are exactly the same.
They’re getting Social Security and Medicare now—New Year’s Eve party, c.1960:
She has no pattern recognition left since the stroke. She was a crafter/artist. This was key to her identity. Life is a cold-hearted bitch.
If I start receiving ads in my car as some bright sparks are proposing I’ll drive my car through the front door of the first ad agency I see.
And sometimes a miracle occurs and the way becomes clear again and the universe seems a warmer place. You just never know what Life will do.
OTOH, Miley Cyrus still thinks she’s the only person ever to discover S-E-X.
My latest Etsy obsession:
and a continuing one:
In my Twitterfeed I saw a story about shamans bilking relatives of those on MH370 claiming they can find the plane, followed by another claiming the loss of the plane was a giant government conspiracy. These seem to be the inevitable exploitive accompaniments to all tragedies these days.
Mirrored from Better Than Dead.
Wasn't just that, though. I didn't take the shedding rake. Should have done. I still managed to get a heap of fur out and untangle a heap of mane. We had a little discussion bout him going to Harriet's hay because, seriously he doesn't need alfalfa, but there was this hay, right there! Yes he wanted it but I wanted him to stand still, without being tied, and in actual fact, he wasn't bad, for Merlin.
I am just a little afraid that if I shed him out too vigorously then we'll have another cold snap and he won't have enough hair - lol. He is actually looking good. Not too damned fat for once since he spent energy keeping warm. I wanted to ride but I dared not. The fields would be okay, but not the approaches up to them and since his back and hips seem good, I am not risking a slip on solid ice. Ah well, Patience.
Boars, Gore, and Swords is hosted by stand-up comedians Ivan Hernandez and Red Scott. In each episode they break down HBO's Game of Thrones and George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire. They also talk about movies, TV, science fiction, fantasy, and lots of other things. NSFW.
Midway through “The Princess and The Queen”, Ivan and Red take a break to cover… a web series? With direction by David Fincher, and starring Robin Wright, Kevin Spacey, and Kate Mara, House of Cards is easily the best web series of all time, certainly the one with the highest budget. They cover the reasons Game of Thrones fans would like House of Cards, dog problems, Presidential canon in fictional political shows, those three words every woman wants to here, heirlooms, and absolute, unquestioning, loyalty.
This week, Oxford University Press is hiring a senior designer, and Random House is seeking an eBook specialist. Kensington Publishing needs a senior book cover designer, and Schiffer Publishing is on the hunt for a design team member. Get the scoop on these openings and more below, and find additional just-posted gigs on Mediabistro.
- Senior Designer Oxford University Press (New York, NY)
- eBook Specialist Random House (New York, NY)
- Senior Book Cover Designer Kensington Publishing (New York, NY)
- Design Team Member Schiffer Publishing (Atglen, PA)
- Director, Online/Digital Book Marketing Rodale (Emmaus, PA)
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The documentary Teenage, about the history of the concept of teenagers, will open in theaters on March 14th, 2014. Above, an exclusive clip from the movie about Frank Sinatra bobby soxers.
Teenagers didn't always exist. They had to be invented. As the cultural landscape around the world was thrown into turmoil during the industrial revolution, and with a chasm erupting between adults and youth, the concept of a new generation took shape. Whether in America, England, or Germany, whether party-crazed Flappers or hip Swing Kids, zealous Nazi Youth or frenzied Sub-Debs, it didn't matter - this was a new idea of youth. They were all "Teenagers."
A hypnotic rumination on the genesis of youth culture from the end of the 19th century to the first half of the 20th, Matt Wolf's Teenage is a living collage of rare archival material, filmed portraits, and diary entries read by Jena Malone, Ben Whishaw, and others. Inspired by Jon Savage's book and set to a shimmering contemporary score by Bradford Cox (Deerhunter / Atlas Sound), Teenage is a mesmerizing trip into the past and a riveting look at the very idea of "coming-of-age."
When last we left Verity Price and her boyfriend, Dominic De Luca, they were setting out on an epic road trip in a rented U-Haul with a colony of talking mice. It's...hard to get much more surreal than that, but with Verity involved, you know we're going to try. She needs to get Dominic used to the idea of her family, and that means it's time to start introducing him to people.
People like Auntie Rose, who is smart, sassy, and takes no bullshit, and just happens to have died almost fifty years before Verity was even born.
You can download "The Ghosts of Bourbon Street" now from the InCryptid short fiction page. This story chronologically overlaps with Half-Off Ragnarok, and is better read after you've read the book. (Obviously I can't control this, but hey, I can give recommendations.)
This also serves as your discussion post.
- Current Mood: awake
- Current Music:Talis Kimberley, "The Finding of the Feather."
Here’s a genuine blast from the past: On Facebook, my pal Gary Mizuhara unearthed our fifth grade class picture from Ben Lomond Elementary School in Covina, California, all the way back in (gasp) 1979. See if you can guess which of these kids is me. I think it’s pretty easy to figure out which one I am, but then, I would.
What were you doing in ’79? “Being a gamete” is an entirely acceptable answer, incidentally.