The old analogue world (and an Edison advertisement for your pleasure)

It was a Canadian writer, Margaret Atwood, that recommended a book called "The Gift" by Lewis Hyde to a UK publisher. I acquired a copy of this book as a gift sent to me in the UK from Canada. Sickness (just your average cold but my special Syndrome thinks otherwise) has left me reeling this passed week. And it's just the moment I need to stop and do a bit of leisure reading. To be honest, I don't know what to make of the Gift yet because I'm not done. This book feels like it needs to come together in the finale. Those types of build ups are in effect the arguments I love, the ones that require time, thought and patience -- never a fan of quick judgment which is perhaps my curse considering how many markets and behaviors are built on hastily made choices about art and life. Actually people can't stand how long it takes me to come to a judgment about something.

Having said that, I'm mulling over thinking in progress and reading in progress. Now creativity in progress rears its unlicensed head. The question is commerce. The item is art. Finished art. Sellable art. And the old analogue world is being revisited with the mournful eyes of capitalism. So today it made sense to link my reading in progress (the unfinished act of appreciating art works in the midst of 'in progress') with the works of progress and creative copyright. Here's a document from the British government on this new fangled world of free art and lowly civilians who want it all. Now. For free. Digital Britain. If that even is your real name.

I can only make links, judgment must come later. More research. More thinking. More reading. Doesn't mean that I don't have values, it's just that mine don't make good captions on t-shirts -- too long, too pronounced, too foreign.