This month I went to Rehoboth Beach, recorded new songs with Teen Mom
at Persona Non Grata, and celebrated the fifth
anniversary of my house.
Bouncing between many thoughts and a touch of anxiety.
I want to support Mayday PAC for whatever it’s worth, but
it doesn’t look like the $5M goal will be reached in time. Of course it’s fraught -
whether corruption truly can be fixed with a crowd-funded PAC, and if its set of
funders will be an honest sample of the American population. But apathy is not
just fatigue, it’s fatiguing. And things that move the needle and change the world -
these things increasingly tend to be impractical, unprofitable, and improbable.
Serving both masters, like the TOM’s approach of grafting
good onto a leaf of this infinitely messed up tree, creates and fixes problems
at the same pace.
I’ve been thinking about open source and copyleft again. Working in that fashion
has been the default for my entire career, so it’s less a question of whether,
but why, what it means, and what that should become.
Open source licenses like the GPL, were
an interesting hack of the legal system: in place of control of property,
they enforce the commons. By the time I was done working with Drupal,
the world had switched to the BSD license that
didn’t have this infectious property. Companies can use your work in their
products, without sharing their own source. You get attribution, a friendly
credit, but they profit.
Liberal licenses like the BSD enable the startup tempo increase: companies
have a plethora of free parts they can recombine into a product and ship, fail, or exit.
Fast-burn startups breathe open source code but never exhale.
I’ve been working on a side project. It’s a brutally simple, geographically limited, purely for-fun thing
that I hope to finish in a week or two. A chance to learn a new facet of the real world,
a different language, and work in private a little. I have a private repo or two,
and gleefully curse in the commits.