On May 10-13, the National Genealogical Society (NGS) will hold its annual conference in Raleigh. To help participating genealogists prepare for their visit, the Department of Natural and Cultural Resources will host two Facebook Live sessions on its Facebook page. The “Lunch and Learn: Finding Your Ancestors” series will take place over two days: Wednesday, […]
This is an excellent examination of the issues in this situation.
I come down solidylagainst the commercialization of another artist’s work without their expressed permission. That is stealing copyright.
I also think the original artist knew the risk he was taking by abandoning his work in the middle of an extraordinarily busy public place.
I got metaphorically spanked a couple of days ago. Folks have been talking about the Fearless Girl statue ever since it was dropped in Manhattan’s Financial District some five weeks ago.I have occasionally added a comment or two to some of the online discussions about the statue.
Recently most of the Fearless Girldiscussions have focused on the complaints by Arturo Di Modica, the sculptor who createdCharging Bull. He wantsFearless Girl removed, and that boy is taking a metric ton of shit for saying that. Here’s what I said that got me spanked:
The guy has a point.
This happened in maybe three different discussions over the last week or so. In each case I explained briefly why I believe Di Modica has a point (and I’ll explain it again in a bit), and for the most part folks either accepted my comments or ignored them. Which…
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My friend, I am going to tell you the story of my life, as you wish;
and if it were only the story of my life I think I would not tell it;
for what is one man that he should make much of his winters,
even when they bend him like a heavy snow?
Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods
and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain
are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree;
she walks the sodden pasture lane.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.