Will Readers Finally Pay For Content? Ctd

The latest attempt to crack the code on micropayments:

Len Kendall, co-founder of the new micro-payments platform [CentUp], reckons the problem isn’t so much that people don’t want to pay for things, but that they forget, it’s too much hassle, and the amounts involved are too big. CentUp, as the name suggests, deals in pennies. To give a few cents to your favorite blogger, all you do is click a little button and send the amount from a pre-charged account. … Half the money goes to charity, which provides extra incentive to pay the creators something, Kendall says. “Sometimes artists find it difficult to ask people to pay. So, we felt that if we built charity into the system, it’s easier for them to ask. They can say, ‘we’re giving half away.'”

Of course Amanda Palmer is already perfecting the art of asking. Money quote from Kendall:

“We think 2013 is really the time when people are going to start paying more for content. They are realising they don’t want to pay with their attention and advertising, and they don’t want to be behind paywalls. It’s a prime time to enable people to pay what they will.”

Previous Dish on micropayment efforts here, here and here.

Conservatives Against Capital Punishment

One reason they aren’t very visible:

Even though Legal Fellow Kelsey Hazzard says she’s personally opposed to capital punishment, it’s just not worth it for abortion rights activists to get involved. “It’s on the decline in most states, so it doesn’t have the same urgency as abortion,” she says.

Hazzard has hit on a central challenge for the conservative anti-death penalty people: Perversely, the very fact that fewer executions happen every year means that very few Americans actually have contact with people in the system. Lack of personal experience makes capital punishment a harder cause for rallying voters than, say, gay rights or pot decriminalization—especially when taking a position either way could be divisive. That’s true even with natural allies, like the younger libertarian followers of Rand Paul, who favors reforming the prison system.

The Unofficial Dedication Page

The Book Inscriptions Project began in 2002 when Shaun Raviv found the following note in The Road to ‘Human Destiny’: A Life of Pierre Lecomte Du Noüy by Mary Lecomte Du Noüy:

“Joey, I love you so much!
You have surpassed the definition
for all. I will always cherish our orgasmic
moments.
love + resistance
Mark”

For whatever reason, I happened to open the book and saw the message from Mark to Joey.
Something about that note, handwritten by an unknown to an unknown of whose whereabouts,
gender and relationship I was unaware, struck me as both tragic and powerful. …

Maybe someday this book will again find its way to Mark or Joey and I’ll get to meet them, and ask them if it worked out, if their orgasmic moments were enough to survive life’s difficulties.

Another from the archives:

Jimmy-

Like a sunburnt satellite
I circle the globe in lost
orbits, searching the most
appropriate destiny in the
dense fog of fate, but knowing
that I may touch down at
home, and we can resume our
story exactly where we left it……

All the best for the
3rd year of the techno-
millennium.

Rickey T.

January 2003

Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami

Thanks to Danielle, who says, “I found this at a used bookstore in Kamloops, B.C.
and can’t stop wondering if they ‘resumed their story’…”

Taking In A Child

Sharon Astyk made a list of things “foster parents wish other people knew.” Among them:

We hate being told we must be saints or angels, because we’re doing something really ordinary and normal – that is, taking care of kids in need. If some children showed up dirty and hungry and needing a safe place on your doorstep, you’d care for them too – we just signed up to be the doorstep they arrive at. The idea of sainthood makes it impossible for ordinary people to do this – and the truth is the world needs more ordinary, human foster parents. This also stinks because if we’re saints and angels, we can’t ever be jerks or human or need help, and that’s bad, because sometimes this is hard.

(Hat tip: Dreher)

Proletariat To President

US President Barack Obama steps out of a

Jenni Avins examines the history of denim jeans:

Initially, jeans were proletarian western work-wear, but wealthy easterners inevitably ventured out in search of rugged cowboy authenticity. In 1928, a Vogue writer returned East from a Wyoming dude ranch with a snapshot of herself, “impossibly attired in blue jeans… and a smile that couldn’t be found on all Manhattan Island.” In June 1935, the magazine ran an article titled “Dude Dressing,” possibly one of the first fashion pieces to instruct readers in the art of DIY denim distressing: “What she does is to hurry down to the ranch store and ask for a pair of blue jeans, which she secretly floats the ensuing night in a bathtub of water—the oftener a pair of jeans is laundered, the higher its value, especially if it shrinks to the ‘high-water’ mark. Another innovation—and a most recent one, if I may judge—also goes on in the dead of night, and undoubtedly behind locked doors—an intentional rip here and there in the back of the jeans.”

(Photo: US President Barack Obama steps out of an SUV as he arrives for a visit at a friends house on February 15, 2009 in Chicago, where he is spending the weekend. By Mandel Ngan/AFP/Getty Images)

Zeitgeist By Transcription

Lightsey Darst reviews Kenneth Goldsmith’s Seven American Deaths and Disasterswhich is composed entirely of transcripts of news surrounding major deaths and events like JFK, RJK, Lennon, Challenger, Columbine, 9/11 and Michael Jackson:

The transcripts elicit the same strange reactions as the events themselves — triviality struggling with meaning and voyeurism, involuntary feelings sparking amid search for a “right” feeling. Goldsmith calls this mélange “the flickering edge of cliché,” which is an apt enough term for the tumult continually evoked here, with the little distinction that this is literature and therefore a safe zone in which to watch oneself flicker.

Or so it should be, but I kept losing that sense of safety as I read.

A recent episode of “On The Media” featured Goldsmith.

Portrait Of A Drone

James Bridle was captivated by the ubiquitous image of a drone seen above, which happens to be the first Google image result for “drone”. But he became suspicious of the picture’s origins:

The level of detail is too low: missing hatches on the cockpit and tail, the shape of the air intake, the greebling on the fins and body. That ‘NY’ on the tail: it’s not aligned properly, it’s a photoshop. Finally, the Canon Drone’s serial, partly obscured, appears to be 85-566. The first two numbers of USAF serials refer to the year an aircraft entered service: there were no Reapers back in 1985 (development didn’t even begin until 2001). The Canon Drone does not exist, it never has. It is computer generated rendering of a drone, a fiction.

Alexis tracked down the image’s creator, Michael Hahn, who had posted it to a forum devoted to 3D modeling in 2009. Why it caught on:

“I had never seen an image of a drone actually firing a missile so that is what I decided to create,” he said. And suddenly, everyone else, who also had never seen a drone actually firing a missile, had a way of seeing with their own eyes.

The Evolving Business Of Books

In a wide-ranging essay on the history and future of publishing, Richard Nash illustrates how literature has always been subject to the whims of the market:

Books not only are part and parcel of consumer capitalism, they virtually began it. They are part of the fuel that drives it. The growth of the chain model in books offered everyone the opportunity to decry the groceryfication of the bookstore, utterly belying the reality, as [Ted] Striphas outlines in his excellent The Late Age of Print, that the bookstore is in fact the model for the supermarket:

In the history of shop design, it is bookstores, strangely enough, that were the precursors of supermarkets. They, alone of all types of shop, made use of shelves that were not behind counters, with the goods arranged for casual browsing, and for what was not yet called self-service. Also, when brand name goods and their accompanying packages were non-existent or rare in the sale of food, books had covers that were designed at once to protect the contents and to entice the purchaser; they were proprietary products with identifiable authors and new titles.

Meanwhile, Betsy Morais investigates digital publishers:

The world of digital publishing start-ups brings to mind blogging in its nascent stages. The guiding principle seems to be: if anyone can scribble on the Internet’s wall, anyone can become an author, and any text can become a book. Online, a book’s form warps into something more malleable, and fired-up digital publishers are trying to figure out how to turn that into a business—even if it means a proliferation of books that might as well have been blog posts.

She spoke with Peter Armstrong, who runs a serialized book company called Leanpub:

Armstrong suggests that a book and a start-up are each “a risky, highly creative endeavor undertaken by a small team, with low probability of success.” In either case, he says, you can go into “stealth mode”—which, he contends, will easily result in creating something that nobody wants. “To say you’re going to go off in a room and write the perfect thing without getting feedback from anybody is—I don’t want to say ‘arrogant’—but I couldn’t do it.” Editors, he adds, “function as a good proxy for readers”—but are not as effective as readers themselves. And so, it follows that the solution is to begin a project—in this case, a book—and let the people have at it. He calls this Lean Publishing, or “the act of publishing an in-progress book using lightweight tools and many iterations to get reader feedback, pivot until you have the right book and build traction once you do.”

Go here if you missed readers’ recent praise for Amazon’s digital business and its empowering of independent authors.

The Daily Wrap

President Obama's Official Visit To Israel And The West Bank Day One

Today on the Dish, Andrew struggled to come to terms with his support for the Iraq War, distinguished between Syria under Assad and Iraq under Us control criticized our marginalizing sectarianism in Iraq before the war, and waited for the NYT to come clean on their own role in the march to war. He viewed Obama’s Israel visit through the prism of Washington’s Farewell Address and could find no middle ground on Israeli settlements. Elsewhere, he called out closeted gays for their dereliction of duty and gave readers one more shot at picking Ask Me Anything questions.

In political punditry, Mark Kleiman removed the cultural divide from the marijuana debate while the NYPD wasted time on small-scale arrests. Seth Masket characterized party platforms as capable of evolution but not revolution, Ralph Reed separated doctrine from politics, and the White House threw out a red herring drone policy. A reader provided the mitigating context for Elizabeth Warren’s Moore Award Nomination as we weighed Rand Paul’s upside and updated nuclear policy for the post-Cold War era. In our continuing look back at the Iraq War, Karrar Habeeb chose not to memorialize the beginning of the failed Iraq War, while Richard Perle refused to look back and David Rieff rebuked those stuck in the neocon mindset. Overseas, Obama spread on the charm in Israel and Cyprus rejected the EU’s bailout deal.

In assorted coverage, opinion dominated the cable airwaves while CNN missed the point on the Steubenville rapists. Readers added some thoughts on fracking’s impact, Schneier pivoted from security to resilience. The Simpsons integrated itself into the fabric of our society, Reddit dumbed down complicated issues on YouTube, and Maureen O’Connor committed Netflix infidelity.

We polled readers on adopting a spouse’s last name as women bore the lion’s share of responsibility for messy houses, and Rajiv Srinivasan argued that veterans have it better now than ever before. Maurice Sendak penned his last book for lifelong fans, but David Cameron’s plagiarizing subterfuge was old news. We dug up the first Hathos Alert from the archives and backed our way through the MHB, an Angela Merkel effigy burned in the FOTD, and fog shrouded Santa Monica from view in the VFYW.

D.A.

(Photo by Marc Israel Sellem-Pool/Getty Images)

One Last Bedtime Story

Avi Steinberg praises Maurice Sendak’s final work, My Brother’s Book, as his only book designed explicitly “for those adults who had grown up with his stories”:

In dedicating this last story to us, his once-children readers, he is Brothers_Book_03 marking the passage of time in our lives. He’s dated us. When I pick up this new book, I am reminded, as if I needed to be reminded, that I am no longer the ferocious, hyper-absorbed, small wonder of a Sendak reader I once was—nor, I’m guessing, are you. Had Sendak created another “Where the Wild Things Are” for us, would we even be able to appreciate it? For us obsolete children, as Theodor Geisel dubbed adults, it would be beside the point.

What makes this last book special is that Sendak is willing to meet his former-children readers where they are now in their lives—on the condition that they meet him where he was at the end of his. [Sendak friend Tony] Kushner told me that he saw Sendak, toward the end of his life, eyes dimmed, hunched over his studio desk, pressing his face so close to the drafts that his dear nose was almost touching them. For his devoted readers, this tender proximity—this intimacy—may be the most affecting part of “My Brother’s Book.” The supple details are Sendak’s way of physically drawing us in, closer and closer, until we tap the page with our own noses: one last kiss goodnight.

Liz Rosenberg was similarly moved:

Sendak claimed to have been terrified of death all his life. He had the kind of sickly childhood that tends to form great artists. (Robert Louis Stevenson was another, along with Edvard Munch, Toulouse-Lautrec, and Proust.) Small wonder that so many of his young heroes and heroines face death, whether they laugh in its face or flee. Max terrifies and rules the Wild Things that menace him. Ida rescues her baby brother from the ice goblins of Outside Over There, and Pierre, who famously “doesn’t care,” lightly flings himself into the lion’s mouth. This is not new territory for Sendak, but he newly mints it in the absolute conviction with which he throws himself into his eternal themes. If there is a message to the book it is that some things are worth dying for, including love.

Previous Dish on Sendak’s final book here.

(Copyright © 2013 by the Estate of Maurice Sendak. Used by permission of the Estate of Maurice Sendak/Michael di Capua Books/HarperCollins Publishers.)