The sequel to “Don’t Copy That Floppy” is now being edited and will soon be released by the Software & Information Industry Association (SIIA). It’s called “Don’t Copy That Too,” and it will be bigger and better than the original! The song by M.E. Hart and DC rapper BSheba is brilliant, and the message, about respecting one another’s creative works, is timely and important. We also feature art students from Duke Ellington School of the Arts in Washington DC, and game designers from id Software in Mesquite Texas. Watch this space for news about the release date!

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Back in 1992 I was hired by the Software Publishers Association (SPA) to produce an educational video that would teach kids about making illegal copies of games and software. We made it a rap video, and the result was “Don’t Copy That Floppy,” starring DC actor/attorney ME Hart. Since then the video has become wildly popular on YouTube and other sites across the Web.

Now we are working on a sequel, and it will be hot! Here’s a sneak-peak “trailer” we showed tonight at the SIIA (formerly SPA) COdie Awards banquet in San Francisco.

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Friends and family of Ross McConnell will gather in Lynchburg, Virginia on Friday, 10 October to bury his earthly remains and share memories of his remarkable life. The service starts at 11 am at the Spring Hill Cemetery. Ross died near Tbilisi, Georgia in May after being struck by a minivan. Details in our previous post.

The photos I share here (click for large versions) were taken in the late 80’s when Ross and I visited his Grandmother at her home in Lynchburg. Ross and I stayed up all night exploring his late Grandfather’s library of rare books; in the photo Ross is cradling a first edition of Dickens’ David Copperfield, one of many amazing volumes we examined. Everyone who knew Ross knows how much he loved books. That evening he was animated in a way I’d never seen before. We jumped from early Shakespeare folios to a zany 18th century book on pirates, and then on to first editions of Twain, Walt Whitman, and Theodore Roosevelt.

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The next day, dressed in his Grandfather’s old WW II military jacket, Ross took me to a nearby farm, where he cavorted with a frisky pony.

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Here’s a portrait of Ross’s Grandmother, Margaret Alexander, taken during our visit.

NOTE: If you can make it to Lynchburg on 10 October, you will be richly rewarded. Many of Ross’s closest friends and family members have never met. I’m sure it would make him a bit uneasy having all of us in one place, comparing notes and trading stories. But what stories!

IF YOU CAN’T ATTEND: Please write something. I promise to read it aloud in Lynchburg, and, with your permission, share it here. Send it to: mj [at] mjville.com

And speaking of stories, check out the new “Ross History” posts at the Ross blog maintained by the mysterious Marcolis…

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My Dad, who’s pretty conservative, told me recently that he liked a lot of what he’s heard from Barack Obama. I asked if that meant he’s going to vote for him. “We’re lifelong Republicans,” he said, and then quickly changed the subject.

Voting, for the few of us who do it, is very personal, and closely linked to our self image. So even though a lot of Republicans think the war was a mistake, and that Bush & Co. have mismanaged just about everything, they still can’t bring themselves to punch the card for a Democrat. But there are very good reasons why even lifelong Republicans like Dad should want a Democrat in the White House for a while.

Remember playing Monopoly as a kid? The game inevitably reaches the point where one player just keeps getting richer and everybody else goes broke. Game over. Play again. Well, we’re at that point in our economy. For the last 30 years the powerful players (Wall Street and their paid surrogates, the politicians) have used the questionable principles of Reaganomics (AKA “trickle down”) to strip away consumer protection and investment regulations. McCain’s favorite economic knucklehead, Phil Graham, was instrumental in wiping out the sensible barrier between banks and brokers, but almost every politician who wants campaign cash (and that’s everyone) has taken part in dismantling laws and regulations that served us well since the Great Depression.

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In “Making America Stupid” New York Times columnist Thomas Friedman writes today that the Republicans at their convention chanting “drill, baby, drill!” makes as much sense as, at the dawn of the Internet and IT revolution, chanting “typewriters, baby, typewriters!” It focuses enthusiasm in the wrong direction, and for all the wrong reasons.

“I dwell on this issue because it is symbolic of the campaign that John McCain has decided to run. It’s a campaign now built on turning everything possible into a cultural wedge issue — including even energy policy, no matter how stupid it makes the voters and no matter how much it might weaken America.”
Read the entire Friedman column here

There will be, I predict, a lot more hand-wringing from pundits and commentators as they try to explain why obvious lies and distortions from McCain’s camp, even when they are exposed, continue to help Republican poll numbers. Nobody really wants to label American voters “dumb” or “stupid,” and indeed, those words are not going to build any bridges or encourage people to learn more about the issues. That kind of characterization just makes folks more defensive, and entrenched in an “us/them” paradigm.

A better way to see it: the swing voters that the candidates are now competing for (”undecideds” and “independents”) are not operating on the FACT level. They are on the IDENTITY level, where WHO you are is more important than WHAT you believe. And these voters are now hypnotized by the imagery: a strong, confident lady-leader has joined a reform-minded, plain-talking war hero … and they’re going to “shake things up!”

Can Obama break this spell?

UPDATE: And the meme goes on, in this concise overview of the current economic mess: James Moore asks: Are we a nation of village idiots?

I know life in Alaska is different: a lot of people hunt and fish for food. But the brutal killing of wolves from aircraft is inexcusable. The more I learn about Sara Palin, the uglier she looks.

This year’s presidential campaign is being played out in Stupid Stadium. That’s why it doesn’t matter if Sara Palin gets every answer wrong in her interviews this week, or the press conferences and debates to follow. Because the people that the Republicans are appealing to are not listening to the words. They’re watching images. They see a feisty, spunky, pretty lady who’s got gumption.

These “swing voters,” “undecideds,” and “independents” have to be kind of dense: how else could they not have an opinion after all that’s happened in the last eight years? Obviously the facts and issues don’t speak to them. Rove and his Mad Men discovered long ago that images and identity speak to them.

That’s why it doesn’t matter what the candidates say, just how they come across. McCain is the wizened warrior, a hero. Palin is the tough but feminine hockey mom. Obama is, well, the brainy black guy who grew up in Hawaii but might as well be from Mars.

Who do you think will wow ‘em in Stupid Stadium?

Check it out: We interrupt this musty old speech to bring you a breath of fresh air…

Let hope they get even tougher from here on out. The Rove Rangers aren’t pulling any punches, so Barak needs to drop the gloves and go bare knuckles. Despites both sides’ talk about taking the high road, this is American politics: it only gets uglier…

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There is great joy in MJville tonight: Julie, one of our dearest friends from Antioch has found us. She’s at the center of the photo above, with Grace and Ross, in my tiny yard on Corcoran Street In Washington DC (mid 80’s). Right after Ross died this May I had tried for days to track Julie down, using every private eye technique and Internet trick I could think of. Then I realized how she, a woman of no small intuitive powers, would advise me to proceed: calm down, reverse the polarity and let it happen.

Tonight’s full moon is low in the sky and as rusty red as Grace’s hair, as though Mars dropped by for a visit (not impossible, ask Velikovsky). I think the power of that moon, being courted by Jupiter, gave Julie a shot of extra juice that supercharged her meditation. Julie reached out and made our very special circle complete. Tonight she wrote:

Juliana Swanson née Haynes (AKA “Julie”)

said: on July 17, 2008 at 8:20 pm

Greetings, to Ross and all who love him!

Ross’ spirit came and told me he was moving on. He also sent me here today during the Grace Light Full Moon to share the juicy Ross Vibe.

Ross and I “lost touch” over the years, but I have always cherished my secret memories of our good lovin’ times at Antioch and beyond. I hardly remember smelly feet because he was my heart-throb.

When we broke off our love fest, it took some powerful witchcraft to help me get over him. Well, part of me never did get over him because we are soul family.

There is no death, so party on, and let us celebrate Ross’s life with these wise words of Don van Vliet, one of our old favorites back in the day~

I like the way the doo dads fly
With just a kiss I blew you up into the marrow sky
Twirled n’ swirled ripe like rotten gold
Cold like silver in a bed stream, trees cracked like egg creams
The swarm wet green fingery hives
I like the way the doo dad flies
Neopolitan landscape runs wet my eyes
I like the way the doo dads fly
The pink startled morning giggles just ahead behind the bush
A dark hollow echo streams
Views me from a circle formed of fiber eyes
Speak seek n’ sing babble, magnify
Like wet shapeless babies
Clearly the dew drops cry
Spill n’ pass from hand to hand
N’ layed gently ready to explode
N’ the sand combed streamed
N’ the trouts blur like herdled sperm rainbows
Bubbles like glass spurs paddle ‘neath the foot bridge
Lily’s pad bulb, orange spotty
Frogs lick God’s lucky green tongue
Dragon flies bi-planes
The sun hung like a lone orange
N’ a blue tree fell over ripe into the sea
N’ swam like a giant starfish

Thank you, Ross, with all my heart here now.

It has been decades since I’ve seen or spoken with Julie, and I find I’m deeply moved, literally weeping at the orange moon with the joy of reconnecting with Grace, then Harry, then the final miracle at this sad (and for Ross perhaps quite glorious) occasion. Spirit Ross whispers sweetly in her ear that he’s catching that 777 Express to Heaven, and Julie consults an oracle (Goo-Gall) and — there’s the signpost up ahead — next stop MJville — but Ross is dead.

Thank you, Julie, for loving Ross, and loving us enough to reach out and share our joy and grief.

Julie also wrote: I know…I have a lot of feelings too and realize I need to do some inner work to reach out and heal some more about my past with Ross. I believe that is why he reached out to me…probably when he was doing the old post-mortem life review.

I do feel that he will not be reincarnating here but will be/is moving to another higher plane.

It is a miracle I was drawn to your blog, and this is a reflection of our love, which Ross is showing us is boundless. What’s a few 20 years or so between us. Thank you Ross for this miracle, and thank you MJ and Grace for making it happen, too.