Hello, I'm Lianne. A sophomore at the University of the Philippines - Manila. And I'm in love with stars, Glee, and God's epic greatness. ♥
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When the web started, I used to get really grumpy with people because they put my poems up. They put my stories up. They put my stuff up on the web. I had this belief, which was completely erroneous, that if people put your stuff up on the web and you didn’t tell them to take it down, you would lose your copyright, which actually, is simply not true.
And I also got very grumpy because I felt like they were pirating my stuff, that it was bad. And then I started to notice that two things seemed much more significant. One of which was… places where I was being pirated, particularly Russia where people were translating my stuff into Russian and spreading around into the world, I was selling more and more books. People were discovering me through being pirated. Then they were going out and buying the real books, and when a new book would come out in Russia, it would sell more and more copies. I thought this was fascinating, and I tried a few experiments. Some of them are quite hard, you know, persuading my publisher for example to take one of my books and put it out for free. We took “American Gods,” a book that was still selling and selling very well, and for a month they put it up completely free on their website. You could read it and you could download it. What happened was sales of my books, through independent bookstores, because that’s all we were measuring it through, went up the following month three hundred percent
I started to realize that actually, you’re not losing books. You’re not losing sales by having stuff out there. When I give a big talk now on these kinds of subjects and people say, “Well, what about the sales that I’m losing through having stuff copied, through having stuff floating out there?” I started asking audiences to just raise their hands for one question. Which is, I’d say, “Okay, do you have a favorite author?” They’d say, “Yes.” and I’d say, “Good. What I want is for everybody who discovered their favorite author by being lent a book, put up your hands.” And then, “Anybody who discovered your favorite author by walking into a bookstore and buying a book raise your hands.” And it’s probably about five, ten percent of the people who actually discovered an author who’s their favorite author, who is the person who they buy everything of. They buy the hardbacks and they treasure the fact that they got this author. Very few of them bought the book. They were lent it. They were given it. They did not pay for it, and that’s how they found their favorite author. And I thought, “You know, that’s really all this is. It’s people lending books. And you can’t look on that as a loss of sale. It’s not a lost sale, nobody who would have bought your book is not buying it because they can find it for free.”
What you’re actually doing is advertising. You’re reaching more people, you’re raising awareness. Understanding that gave me a whole new idea of the shape of copyright and of what the web was doing. Because the biggest thing the web is doing is allowing people to hear things. Allowing people to read things. Allowing people to see things that they would never have otherwise seen. And I think, basically, that’s an incredibly good thing.
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Entropy.
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You were a glass window, every pane broken from the pain. You had every piece of you broken in two, every hole left you that much less whole. Your pieces were in pieces, your parts fallen apart. And lying on the floor, shattered, you needed someone, something to take you and fix you, to make you new again. But until then, you are not complete.
But what happens when someone comes back and looks at you, not broken into the pieces that you have been broken into, but sees what you could be. That they look at the scattered, stray parts of you and decide that you are worth the time, that they see the potential and decide to take a chance on you. They see that you were perfectly perfect before, and that you deserve a chance to be perfectly perfect again.
And so they take you, carefully picking up every broken shard and piece, cradling it close to their chest despite the sharp edges and unrefined corners. They take you, being careful not to leave out any part of you, the tiniest bit that still makes up who you are. They hold you within the entanglement of their fingers pressed so tightly to every piece so that none of your essence is lost. And they run back and spread you across the table, looking at every tatter and tear and loving the perfection that can only be found in what is battered and bruised and begin to work. They pick the pieces and pull them together, fastening them with loving tenderness and care and a pinch of super glue, to keep together what is so superbly, uniquely you. They dye the parts and color them so that what was once so uniform is now crafted to be different. Piece by piece, they lovingly create what was once you into something that is new and in doing so you find yourself, the same but yet not the same. Every part now in place, he wipes the life and blood from his hands that only working with something as fragile yet piercing as glass can cause. In fixing what was broken, shattered, destroyed into something new you find that you were not becoming something else, but exactly what you were before but just so much more beautiful.
And now you are a stained glass window. You light up the room and color the world.
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18 Things I Wish Someone Told Me When I Was 18
For the New Year and for the 18-year-old me. :) Happy 2012 everyone.
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Ed Sheeran’s Lego House, Starring Rupert Grint
couldn’t watch it right now but shdlshakdljksgafaf instant reblooog
I WATCHED IT AND OH MY GOD IT NEEDS ANOTHER REBLOG MY OVARIES ARE GONE, MY BRAIN IS DEAD, I’M SWIMMING IN A POOL OF TEARS. FAVORITE VIDEO. FAVORITE SONG.
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