And for those who are soon-to-be married, what are some songs that you're considering for said events?
Just because I'm curious... humor me. :)
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Question for all my married/engaged peeps...
And for those who are soon-to-be married, what are some songs that you're considering for said events?
Just because I'm curious... humor me. :)
Company Party
Number two in the weird dream series.
This one takes place in an office building where some company was having a party. What company? I'm not sure. Did I work there? No idea. I do know, however, that the building was packed with people from my ward (church). So maybe it was a church party in an office building...or something.
Anyway, I was at this party, wandering around, looking for someone. On my way, I found a room full of people I knew, all sitting in chairs, in couples. One couple to a chair. The look on my face must not have been happily surprised, because someone started laughing andsaid, "She's not gonna stay here long," to which everyone else in the room laughed. I said hi to a few people. I definitely remember Nicole and Chris being there, although I can't actually remember what other couples were in the room. As I turned to leave, though, I noticed that the chair in the corner was occupied by three males, not a couple, who were all laughing as they saw me notice them. I laughed at the bromance--I beieve it was Mike, Danny, and someone else(?)--then walked back out of the room, continuing my search.
At some point, I ended up in a room talking to Heddie who seemed to be consoling me for some reason, then started talking about her wedding.
I went back out, searching again, and ended up on the roof, where people were dancing. I saw Levin walk by complaining about the back pain caused by being a CEO (apparently he worked there?). I kept looking, and was dancing on the rooftop when it was time to leave. Then Nicole came over and told me to stop on the way home at a park by the road. There were going to be generators powering some big lights, and there were a bunch of guys waiting there, with whom we were supposed to have some kind of group date planned? Didn't even make sense in the dream, but maybe it would have if it had played out. I woke up when I was still dancing.
Weirdness. Don't know if I ever found whatever I was looking for...
This one takes place in an office building where some company was having a party. What company? I'm not sure. Did I work there? No idea. I do know, however, that the building was packed with people from my ward (church). So maybe it was a church party in an office building...or something.
Anyway, I was at this party, wandering around, looking for someone. On my way, I found a room full of people I knew, all sitting in chairs, in couples. One couple to a chair. The look on my face must not have been happily surprised, because someone started laughing andsaid, "She's not gonna stay here long," to which everyone else in the room laughed. I said hi to a few people. I definitely remember Nicole and Chris being there, although I can't actually remember what other couples were in the room. As I turned to leave, though, I noticed that the chair in the corner was occupied by three males, not a couple, who were all laughing as they saw me notice them. I laughed at the bromance--I beieve it was Mike, Danny, and someone else(?)--then walked back out of the room, continuing my search.
At some point, I ended up in a room talking to Heddie who seemed to be consoling me for some reason, then started talking about her wedding.
I went back out, searching again, and ended up on the roof, where people were dancing. I saw Levin walk by complaining about the back pain caused by being a CEO (apparently he worked there?). I kept looking, and was dancing on the rooftop when it was time to leave. Then Nicole came over and told me to stop on the way home at a park by the road. There were going to be generators powering some big lights, and there were a bunch of guys waiting there, with whom we were supposed to have some kind of group date planned? Didn't even make sense in the dream, but maybe it would have if it had played out. I woke up when I was still dancing.
Weirdness. Don't know if I ever found whatever I was looking for...
Yet another random dream...a bit morbid, this one.
So in this dream, I was in a car, presumably picking my mother up from work, something I do once or twice a day. As I pulled up to let her in, there was a bus, a school bus, pulling in in the opposite direction. It stopped, and I was parked in front of it, ready to pick up my passenger and be off. My mother walked up to the car, then stopped and looked in horror at the bus. I followed her glance and saw that the bus had started moving toward me once again. I fumbled to put the car in reverse as the bus moved up the hood of my car at about5 mph [≈ World record time 50m freestyle swim, 20.94 seconds]. I couldn't find the gears, so I gave up and scrambled toward the back of the car, climbing out the rear window to save myself as the car was a lost cause. As I was climbing out, I was yelling for someone to help me, to break the window, which eventually broke from the force of the bus, so I could climb out, but no one seemed to hear me.
When I finally got out, everyone was standing around, horrified at what had happened. I asked why no one would help me, but I was mostly ignored. Somehow someone turned me toward the wreckage, and I saw that I hadn't been the only person in the car. There weretwo bodies in the back seat, and two more in behind it in the trunk area of the hatchback. I couldn't figure out what had happened. I turned back to the person who'd shown it to me and told them that no one else was in the car. It was impossible. I had climbed out, and there was no one else there.
Then I started talking to one of the people that was in the car--who had died in the accident. After talking for a minute, I had a Sixth Sense moment, and realized that I hadn't survived the accident either. It still didn't make sense, but I felt calmer... I woke up thinking, that was strange and not altogether unpleasant, rather than, what a horrible nightmare. Maybe that was the weirdest part.
When I finally got out, everyone was standing around, horrified at what had happened. I asked why no one would help me, but I was mostly ignored. Somehow someone turned me toward the wreckage, and I saw that I hadn't been the only person in the car. There weretwo bodies in the back seat, and two more in behind it in the trunk area of the hatchback. I couldn't figure out what had happened. I turned back to the person who'd shown it to me and told them that no one else was in the car. It was impossible. I had climbed out, and there was no one else there.
Then I started talking to one of the people that was in the car--who had died in the accident. After talking for a minute, I had a Sixth Sense moment, and realized that I hadn't survived the accident either. It still didn't make sense, but I felt calmer... I woke up thinking, that was strange and not altogether unpleasant, rather than, what a horrible nightmare. Maybe that was the weirdest part.
Wild West Showdown
Just another dream...
In this one, I was some kind of detective, searching for an outlaw, dressed in some gaudy dress circa 1867. Eventually I found my man, but instead of simply taking him in, I convinced him that I was madly in love with him, and at one point, I found myself at a public announcement of our engagement, with people taking pictures whilst I stood by him with an axe in one hand.
A colleague of mine thought better of my scheme and tried to persuade me that what I was doing was a dangerous game, but I laughed off her worries and continued my work, hacking away at a petrified tree. When she noticed that the tree was petrified, and therefore made of rock, not wood, she told me that my efforts were in vain, and although I wished I had a hammer and chisel instead of the axe I was now using, I stubbornly kept at it, eventually severing some piece of the stone.
Next, I was being fitted for a gown, and someone else was doing my makeup, but all the while I was thinking, wow, my hair looks greasy, but they've already done my makeup. There must be a way I can hide the greasiness without showering. Maybe some gel...
That's when I woke up, sincerely hoping that I hadn't already put makeup on this morning. I was relieved to find that I had not.
In this one, I was some kind of detective, searching for an outlaw, dressed in some gaudy dress circa 1867. Eventually I found my man, but instead of simply taking him in, I convinced him that I was madly in love with him, and at one point, I found myself at a public announcement of our engagement, with people taking pictures whilst I stood by him with an axe in one hand.
A colleague of mine thought better of my scheme and tried to persuade me that what I was doing was a dangerous game, but I laughed off her worries and continued my work, hacking away at a petrified tree. When she noticed that the tree was petrified, and therefore made of rock, not wood, she told me that my efforts were in vain, and although I wished I had a hammer and chisel instead of the axe I was now using, I stubbornly kept at it, eventually severing some piece of the stone.
Next, I was being fitted for a gown, and someone else was doing my makeup, but all the while I was thinking, wow, my hair looks greasy, but they've already done my makeup. There must be a way I can hide the greasiness without showering. Maybe some gel...
That's when I woke up, sincerely hoping that I hadn't already put makeup on this morning. I was relieved to find that I had not.
A Goodbye to my friends
I just wanted to say before I go off to college that I will miss you all! Thank you for being apart of my life and helping me throughout high school. High school was tough and there were ups and downs, but you have benefited my life at some point. Thank you for being my friend.
I am very nervous to start college and start a new life, but I know that I am going on to great things. I just wanted to make sure that all my friends, those I have had the chance of saying goodbye to and those I have not, know that I appreciate your kindness and all that you are. Thank you for making the past few years happy and tolerable.
Please keep in touch and enjoy your time in life wherever you are. If I do not see you again, as a wonderful hymn in my church says " God be with you till we meet again".
I am very nervous to start college and start a new life, but I know that I am going on to great things. I just wanted to make sure that all my friends, those I have had the chance of saying goodbye to and those I have not, know that I appreciate your kindness and all that you are. Thank you for making the past few years happy and tolerable.
Please keep in touch and enjoy your time in life wherever you are. If I do not see you again, as a wonderful hymn in my church says " God be with you till we meet again".
things I learned in my speech class
1. don't end a speech with "...and that's it."
2. don't itch yourself
3. the audience can tell if you're avoiding looking them in the eye
4. it's better to pause instead of uhm-ing
5. don't refer to anaudience as "you guys"
6. if no one laughs at a joke, move on immediately
7. write the speech before you give it
Can I just say how CREEPY it is to live by yourself?!
Christmas letter 2010
Merry Christmas! It’s been another joyful and productive year here in the Terrill household. Here’s what’s new!
Haley cured several tropical diseases, founded a non-profit organization for the widows of lepers, and in her spare time, wrote five Pulitzer-winning novels. She was considered briefly for the Nobel Peace Prize, but not even Haley is any match for Barack Obama!!*
Never one to be outdone by her big sister, Roseanne spent the year in silence in a Tibetan monastery. After achieving a near-perfect state of nirvana, she descended the mountain astride a white tiger and was hailed by the villagers as an incarnation of a minor Buddhist goddess. Back home again, she remains stalwart in her humility.**
Scott and I have had a quiet year between our home here in Rock Island and the Bavarian castle we maintain in Europe. Scott Placed highly in several prominent bike races while I keep a steady stream of income with my hand modeling. Vacations to our private island in Polynesia and the chateau in Monaco were low key. Next year, we’re going to outer space.***
That’s about it for our family!! Sorry there’s nothing more exciting to report. We wish you luck and good health in 2010!!!
Love,
Scott, Jackie, Haley, and Roseanne
*Not all achievements listed in Haley’s paragraph are factually accurate. Actual activities have included living like a nomad in four different states, which is a personal record, as well as being unemployed for a full third of the year. Haley is enrolled in community college for 2010, so we’re clinging desperately to the single thread of hope that is all we have left for her future.
**While Roseanne IS our better daughter, she did not actually go to Tibet in 2009. She did get straight A’s in college and helped us to paint the house over the summer. She waitresses at Harris Pizza and promises a free pie to anyone who brings this letter in to her restaurant (but not really).
***Scott and Jackie took a lot of vacations in 2009, but still haven’t bought that flat in Monaco. Jackie spent a Sisters’ Week in St. Augustine with her sisters, and Jackie and Scott made the pilgrimage to South Bend, IN for their first Notre Dame game. Scott turned 50, bought a Corvette, and took a mistress (okay, only the first part is true.) They had a good year. They aren’t going to outer space.
Haley cured several tropical diseases, founded a non-profit organization for the widows of lepers, and in her spare time, wrote five Pulitzer-winning novels. She was considered briefly for the Nobel Peace Prize, but not even Haley is any match for Barack Obama!!*
Never one to be outdone by her big sister, Roseanne spent the year in silence in a Tibetan monastery. After achieving a near-perfect state of nirvana, she descended the mountain astride a white tiger and was hailed by the villagers as an incarnation of a minor Buddhist goddess. Back home again, she remains stalwart in her humility.**
Scott and I have had a quiet year between our home here in Rock Island and the Bavarian castle we maintain in Europe. Scott Placed highly in several prominent bike races while I keep a steady stream of income with my hand modeling. Vacations to our private island in Polynesia and the chateau in Monaco were low key. Next year, we’re going to outer space.***
That’s about it for our family!! Sorry there’s nothing more exciting to report. We wish you luck and good health in 2010!!!
Love,
Scott, Jackie, Haley, and Roseanne
*Not all achievements listed in Haley’s paragraph are factually accurate. Actual activities have included living like a nomad in four different states, which is a personal record, as well as being unemployed for a full third of the year. Haley is enrolled in community college for 2010, so we’re clinging desperately to the single thread of hope that is all we have left for her future.
**While Roseanne IS our better daughter, she did not actually go to Tibet in 2009. She did get straight A’s in college and helped us to paint the house over the summer. She waitresses at Harris Pizza and promises a free pie to anyone who brings this letter in to her restaurant (but not really).
***Scott and Jackie took a lot of vacations in 2009, but still haven’t bought that flat in Monaco. Jackie spent a Sisters’ Week in St. Augustine with her sisters, and Jackie and Scott made the pilgrimage to South Bend, IN for their first Notre Dame game. Scott turned 50, bought a Corvette, and took a mistress (okay, only the first part is true.) They had a good year. They aren’t going to outer space.
Random Thoughts...
I did not have the opportunity to hear the results of the election until I got to work this morning and could use the internet. How I managed to go 30 mins hearing people mention the election on the radio without disclosing results is beyond me. We'll get to that later though.
I had an interesting insight as I was driving home from Hopkins late last night. I was on autopilot, too tired to be thinking of anything really, when I rounded the bend on 495 where the temple comes into view. (I attached a photo for those who may not be familiar by this landmark.) I had forgotten how tall it stands above the trees; and contrasted with the black of night...it was awe-inspiring. I couldn't help but admire how tall and proud it stood, not caving or bowing to fit among the tree line. It is what it is, and won't be appear to be anything less. I began contemplating times where I have tried to give a different impression than what I really stand for in order to not draw so much attention to myself. (I have a bad habit to reflexively smile and nod(ish), then let them think what they will.) And I realized, I don't want to be like everyone else. I want to be special. I don't want to be the traffic that ebbs and flows on some random person's whim (have you ever thought about what causes traffic? Sure, it's due to a rapid increase of volume of cars, but peoples' speed, merging abilities, construction, lights, etc. all contribute...*ahem* but I digress). I want to be stalwart and reliable, not so easily forgotten. Much like the temple that stands as a reminder. It is noticed not because of flashy trends, and degrading morals. It is noticed because it is the same, it is always there no matter what is happening on the highway next to it. "...Know ye not that your body is the temple..." (1 Cor 6:19)? No matter what happens in the world around us, whatever darkness may pervade, we need to stand tall and stay true to ourselves. "Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid...Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven" (Matt 5:14-16).
I was dismayed to hear the results of the election. Hope that I had for the future diminished. The world is becoming worse and worse. "Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!" (Isa 5:20). The world's ever changing definition of a family is just one part of it. It hurts my heart. People have lost the big picture, and it hurts-- it truly does. Not only with the family, but with what is going on around us in general. Night is closing in, and I know we live in the last days, so it's to be expected, but it's still scary. I think of the light we can emanate, the beacon we are, much like the temple on the highway. It is encouraging to note that while darkness becomes stronger, the light becomes sharper. God is in control. What greater testament to that than the announcement made by the First Presidency last month? The number of missionaries is increasing significantly. What does that mean? The work continues to progress. Light is being spread. The way is being prepared to herald in the second coming of our Lord and Savior, even Jesus Christ, the bridegroom (see Matt 25).
What an exciting time in which we live. :)
Every Tuesday
Short story for my creative writing class! Hahahaha Joey, you inspired me!
Every Tuesday
Joey O’Niell took the bus every Tuesday. It wasn’t because he needed to. Joey O’Niell had a car. In fact, it was a very nice car. Many of his co-workers envied Joey O’Niell’s car. He took the bus and rode for hours. He had been doing the same thing for years. The bus driver knew Joey O’Niell. He had been riding the bus ever since the driver had started with that route. They exchanged hellos and goodbyes but the driver never knew why Joey O’Niell rode the bus every Tuesday at the same time.
Joey O’Niell sat in the back and just stared. Many people took out books or iPods. Joey O’Niell carried a briefcase. It was a very nice briefcase. The kind lawyers or important business men carried. Joey O’Niell never took anything out of the briefcase. He just had it on his lap as he looked around. Joey O’Niell liked to stare.
Joey O’Niell hardly ever talked to anyone while he rode the bus every Tuesday. Elderly women would make small talk. He replied with a bright smile on his face. Joey O’Niell was very polite. He replied when spoken to. He answered every question the elderly women would ask. He would offer his seat to women and children. Joey O’Niell was a gentleman.
Joey O’Niell was young. He wasn’t too young. His face had a youthful glow to it. The emerald eyes sparkled behind horn-rimmed glasses. Joey O’Niell had expression marks around his eyes and bags under them. His sandy blonde hair is neatly parted. Joey O’Niell couldn’t be older than 35.
Joey O’Niell was noticed by several people. They all asked themselves why he was only on the bus on Tuesdays. No one had the courage to ask. Joey O’Niell never thought to explain his actions. He never thought anyone was interested in what he was doing. Joey O’Niell didn’t know that the day had finally come when someone would ask.
Joey O’Niell was sitting in his usual place when a little girl walked over to him. Her fiery hair was in pigtails. Her emerald dress matched Joey O’Niell’s eyes. The little girl took the bus every day at that hour with her mommy. She always saw Joey O’Niell and smiled. She sat down in front of Joey O’Niell, she turned and asked, “Why do you only ride the bus on Tuesdays?” Joey O’Niell didn’t notice how quiet everyone was. He looked down at the girl with the crimson hair. Joey O’Niell smiled and looked out the window.
Joey O’Niell began to tell his story. He was married to a beautiful woman with long black hair. She was an artist, she mostly painted. She would go every Tuesday to the museum to practice painting. Joey O’Niell always let her take the car. She would pick him up after her time at the museum. Joey O’Niell’s emerald eyes became glossy.
Joey O’Niell needed the car one Tuesday. He had to drive to a meeting and told his wife to miss her day at the museum. She refused and said she would go on the bus. Joey O’Niell agreed to pick her up after his meeting. He didn’t know it would take longer than expected. She called him and left a voicemail. Joey O’Niell took out his phone.
Joey O’Niell played the message for the girl with the fiery hair. His wife said she would just take the bus home. They were closing the museum and she needed to get home before it rained. She said she loved Joey O’Niell and hung up. Joey O’Niell suddenly looked older. His eyes were leaking. Joey O’Niell hadn’t seen his wife since that day.
Joey O’Niell shook his head and wiped his eyes. He looked at the girl with crimson hair. He smiled as she took his hand. Joey O’Niell rode the bus every Tuesday. He took the bus to the museum. He took the bus home from the museum. Joey O’Niell rode the bus every Tuesday because he was waiting for his wife to come back. Joey O’Niell still had hope.
I am so blessed.
As I sat here reading facebook updates, I noticed there seemed to be a lot of people posting in the Barnes and Noble booksellers group about changes within the company. They mention things such as low morale, hour cuts [and subsequent loss of benefits], reactions to their CEO resigning. I couldn't help but compare that to where I am right now: on the cusp of graduation.
I all but gave up my hopes for going to college shortly after I graduated high school when my parents reaffirmed that they would not pay for me to go even though I had been accepted to various schools [2005]. I started working full-time at B&N and was quickly promoted to lead. In 2006, I was approached as a potential candidate for a management position, and they began training me for such. Early 2007, there was an opening in my store for a merch. manager. The choice to fill that position fell between me and this other older gentleman who had been working as head cashier. I was later informed by the store manager that the other guy got the promotion because they figured he'd have more respect from the employees because he was older. Admittedly, I was perturbed over this decision. I had been with the company longer and had more experience with floor operations, and knew I had the respect of my colleagues and other managers. But at the same time, I understood their decision. I was barely 19 at the time. Then one day while I was working, the thought came to me that I needed to apply for school at BYU-I. It was out of the blue, and I thought, "why? I don't have money. I'm doing well enough here. I'm comfortable." Nevertheless, I went home and applied. I don't remember all the details, but when my letter of acceptance came I remember walking into the kitchen and telling my mom, "Hey, so it looks like I'm going to be going to Idaho..."
That decision set in motion a chain of events that I had only dreamed about. But it wasn't easy. There's nothing like having the district manager come search you out on one of his store visits to ask you to stay with the company upon learning that you are leaving for school. Talk about tempting. He even asked what he could do to make me stay; "name your price." But I knew I needed to be in Idaho. Even still, I had never lived so far from my family [heck, they all live relatively close together!], much less by myself. And, I'm quite possibly the biggest chicken you'll ever meet. I like my comfort zones. Nevertheless, away I went.
Here in Idaho I have met many people who have had such a major impact on my life. If I hadn't met Jeremy in 2009, then I wouldn't have met his mom. Weird, right? But when I told her about my desire to serve a full-time mission, she encouraged me and offered to help with my papers. That encouragement led me to meet the wonderful people in Houston, Texas, whom I served among and learned to love. More than gaining a stronger testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ, I also learned more about personal revelation, and receiving answers to prayers.
I came home and decided that I wanted to pursue a degree in English so I could be an editor. I knew I loved reading, that was part of the reason I loved working at B&N so much, and I spell better than most people, so getting a "real job" in that field seemed like a smart move.
I have spent the past two years working to that end. Here I am. A week away from graduation with an English degree with an emphasis in professional writing and Spanish. I look at the situation with B&N and I'm so grateful that I sought higher education. There are people getting laid off or not able to work enough to earn a living, and I can't help but think that could have been me. With only a high school diploma and retail experience, my options would have been limited to a different branch of retail. Having worked at a couple of different companies, I can tell you that is not very appealing. (There is something wonderfully special about bookstores and their clientele.) Instead, I am still unsure of what I will do after graduation, but I know I have a lot of options. I can always get a job as a technical writer if I can't immediately find a job editing books.
None of this would have been possible if I hadn't received that prompting many years ago to reapply to school. For that I am thankful for the awareness my Heavenly Father has of me. I know that he knows me well, and has a plan for me. He only wants for me to be happy. Eight years ago I would never have imagined all the things I've done/experienced in my life. All the great people that I've met. I have truly been blessed.
(I have been back to work at B&N a few times since 2007, and I still love the place...if you couldn't tell. It's my favorite retail job. :D )
Example of negativity about the family institution
I don't bring it as bad example or bad attitude about the problem, I'm just telling the story here.
Yesterday my senior uncle who already have two kids told me two stories about both of his children:
Yesterday my senior uncle who already have two kids told me two stories about both of his children:
- Child #1 to whom he sent money (NOT FOR HIM PERSONALLY BUT FOR PAYING BILLS at THE HOUSE HE LEFT WHEN HE WAS ON A TRIP). He TRUSTED HIM and he sent him money during 3 years, and when he returned he found out that his child have't paid his bills, but used those money for his own needs. That's where the problem began.
- Child #2 was brought as a tourist to the country where the father lived those 3 years. When she was brought to see the Paris she spent her whole night chatting with friends from her native town until 5 a.m.. Day later her father (my uncle) woke her up to show her the city (she of course couldn't wake up since she wasn't sleeping the whole night), that's why they missed the day. Since he was mad at her (because he also got day off from his job in Paris), she got mad at him too, that brought them to conflict where she didn't wanted to see him the whole year.
As my uncle noted that year ago she called to say him sorry and conflict was resolved.
He told me also that he's wondering - how much time it will take for child #1 to resolve the whole conflict.
(c) vewev
Seriously, new Russian law litterally forbids users downloading Russian movies (only English movies allowed to download now)
To some, incredibly, Russia has become a human rights leader.
The fact is, technological innovation and wealth creation has been thwarted for decades in America and around the world by creeping copyright extension laws spearheaded in the US.
Russia, building on the incredible wave of global goodwill post-Snowden, can strike another incredible blow for freedom by being the first country to take on copyright pirate Hollywood and NSA-collaborator Microsoft by introducing copyright laws that are consistent with what Thomas Jefferson argued was an appropriate copyright term: 14 years with a 14 year extension.
The Arbitration Court of St. Petersburg and Leningradskaya Oblast, Russia, ordered few times less damages – about US$ 1,600 per each of 11 songs – for which the rights had been claimed as infringed by making available without authorisation on Russia’s largest social network, vKontakte.
And whereas it is likely no one can easily recollect the US figures, the decision by the Russian court was touted in Russian press headlines as the second ‘landmark’ ruling in support of right holders and hailed by foreign representatives of recording industry.
In the context of Russia’s recent WTO accession, during the pre-accession negotiations it was mandated that Russia undertake reforms “providing for criminal prosecution and penalties under the Criminal Code for aiding in copyright infringement on the Internet, including through circumvention of technological protection measures.” In particular, the members of the Working Party on Russian Accession stated that
“Piracy on the Internet was a serious and growing concern, as right owners had documented the operation of numerous websites based in the Russian Federation that offered pirated material. Members noted that with regard to internet piracy, there has been inadequate enforcement activity in the face of increasing online piracy” (§1337 of the Report of the WTO Working Party on the Accession of the Russian Federation).
The Bad Guy Is Really Hollywood
The fact is, technological innovation and wealth creation has been thwarted for decades in America and around the world by creeping copyright extension laws spearheaded in the US.
Russia, building on the incredible wave of global goodwill post-Snowden, can strike another incredible blow for freedom by being the first country to take on copyright pirate Hollywood and NSA-collaborator Microsoft by introducing copyright laws that are consistent with what Thomas Jefferson argued was an appropriate copyright term: 14 years with a 14 year extension.
The Arbitration Court of St. Petersburg and Leningradskaya Oblast, Russia, ordered few times less damages – about US$ 1,600 per each of 11 songs – for which the rights had been claimed as infringed by making available without authorisation on Russia’s largest social network, vKontakte.
And whereas it is likely no one can easily recollect the US figures, the decision by the Russian court was touted in Russian press headlines as the second ‘landmark’ ruling in support of right holders and hailed by foreign representatives of recording industry.
In the context of Russia’s recent WTO accession, during the pre-accession negotiations it was mandated that Russia undertake reforms “providing for criminal prosecution and penalties under the Criminal Code for aiding in copyright infringement on the Internet, including through circumvention of technological protection measures.” In particular, the members of the Working Party on Russian Accession stated that
“Piracy on the Internet was a serious and growing concern, as right owners had documented the operation of numerous websites based in the Russian Federation that offered pirated material. Members noted that with regard to internet piracy, there has been inadequate enforcement activity in the face of increasing online piracy” (§1337 of the Report of the WTO Working Party on the Accession of the Russian Federation).
Does the NEW LAW actually works?
The leader web-sites distributing the pirate content on the Russian Internet before this law was: rutor, turbofilm, ivi.ru, rutracker & many others. Now in case if the web-site refuses from removing the content infridging the copyright law, IP address will be publicly blocked everywhere throughout Russian Internet Service Providers. How does it affects people locally?
Very positively! Now you can't find movies with Russian translation on the torrents and other web-sites where users got used to download those things. That's now means for many of Russians that they will have to learn English if they want to enjoy their pirate content. New copyright law aren't blocking the IP addresses of multitudinous torrent trackers around the world - e.g. thepiratebay.se is still available to Russian masses. I suppose this will lead Russian people to download more English movies, so now its an awesome time for people: time when all of the Russian users gonna be watching English movies with subtitles - many of them will learn English, isn't that an awesome law?
Very positively! Now you can't find movies with Russian translation on the torrents and other web-sites where users got used to download those things. That's now means for many of Russians that they will have to learn English if they want to enjoy their pirate content. New copyright law aren't blocking the IP addresses of multitudinous torrent trackers around the world - e.g. thepiratebay.se is still available to Russian masses. I suppose this will lead Russian people to download more English movies, so now its an awesome time for people: time when all of the Russian users gonna be watching English movies with subtitles - many of them will learn English, isn't that an awesome law?
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