
Our intern Zoey is also a fashion-forward puppy. Here she is modeling a pair of hipster glasses.

Our intern Zoey is also a fashion-forward puppy. Here she is modeling a pair of hipster glasses.

The DogWalkBlog.com is not going dark for the SOPA Blackout today for a few reasons.
Firstly, I am not entirely against SOPA and PIPA (I’d link to the bills, but the ones in Congress are still in flux, the Wikipedia one is skewed and blacked out).
Secondly, the sites that are going black remind me of a small child throwing a tantrum, screaming that he will hold his breath until he turns blue. I want no part of that childishness.
Thirdly, if we just stop talking, how we will convince anyone of our point of view? Instead of going silent, we should become louder.
Many sites are going dark today and I think — as adult human beings — we should grab this as a learning opportunity in human evolution. We did not become the dominant species on Planet Earth because we cowered in the face of adversity. We did not become top of the food chain by hiding in the darkness. We became king of all beasts (except dogs, dogs still rule) because we learned how to adapt and survive in our environment.
Taking that lesson, all the librarians need to herd the students into the libraries and teach them the magic of the Dewey Decimal System. Newspaper journalists should use this as an opportunity to tout their product and process as immune to going dark. Book publishers should launch a campaign that says, “see, we’re still here! You can always read us without the Internet.” Same with music CDs and movie DVDs. Television… ok, you can play too. HAM Radio operators, you are definitely invited to the party.
A blackout should be an opportunity for this generation to teach the next how to truly navigate their world by clock and fist. Because some day, they will have to. Someday, the machines really will go dark.
Forever.

If I could turn back time, I would turn it back before last Monday when I suggested to my editor that he float the theme “If you could turn back time” to the Lets BlogOff editorial staff.
When I first starting writing this blog seven years or so ago, nobody cared what I had to say. As I kept writing, I picked up readers. Part of the problem with writing in an autobiographical style where I am the protagonist is some parts start straying a bit from the absolute truth to an amalgamation of the truth to something that starts becoming story. As Virginia Woolf said in A Room of One’s Own
Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them; it is for you to seek out this truth and to decide whether any part of it is worth keeping.
If Virginia Woolf thought it ok to make stuff up for the sake of a story, who am I to argue? Nonetheless, I find I can’t really write to the theme as I would have to fly too close to the sun for the story to flow. It would only lead to an endless game of regret and what-if. My life moves in one direction — forward.
Hence, (yeah, I said hence) my post is this short: I wish I could turn back time to before last Monday.
For no particular reason, in no particular order, my two favorite turn back time-themed songs of my youth.
Tanya Tucker-What’s your mama’s name
George Jones and Tammy Wynette- Golden Ring (Embedding disabled, but worth the click.
This blog post is part of a blog-off series with a group of bloggers from different professions and world views, each exploring a theme from his/her world view. This was about exploring the theme, If you could turn back time? To explore how others handled the theme, check them out below. I will add links as they publish.

Fred Wilson wrote a blog post about the scarcity business model in the entertainment industry, specifically film, but it applies universally.
I left a comment that accidentally turned into a blog post.
Oops.
Here it is.
I remember the days when Christmas shows like Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer, Frosty, The Grinch and A Charlie Brown Christmas were on TV at ONLY a specific night in December. Everyone cleared their calendar, sat in front of the TV and made it an event. Now, all these shows are on 24/7/365 on the Internet, run 5 million times a week on cable and nobody cares. “I’ll catch it later” and they usually don’t.
56 channels and nothing on.
Fred’s opening paragraph actually makes a case FOR scarcity. There is SO MUCH content that none of it looks appetizing any more, like an all-you-can-eat buffet in Vegas open 24/7/365 for $7.99. There is no anticipation, no sense of community that an event creates, no anything that gets the juices flowing, the heart racing and the mind thinking. I remember seeing the Death Star blow up in a movie theatre and to this day, it still overwhelms me. I doubt very much anyone under forty has had that same sensory experience.
Even if Fred were to be able to watch Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, I’d lay odds that he would have been checking Twitter, his email, etc within 20 minutes of the start. “What else is out there..”
I watched the Golden Globes last night… the television was not enough stimulation; I had to also tweet.
The problem isn’t one of access or scarcity. The problem is there is TOO MUCH access. Any time, any where, any place. We have programmed our audience to always expect the “New and Improved” model instead of building value for the experience of enjoying what is available now.
If you are one of the lucky government, postal, banking or financial services employees* who got the day off today, please remember to treat the people who did not with the respect and gratitude they deserve as they wait on you at the local restaurant, the Walmart or Target Store and the gas station. They are the working poor who feed your salaries every day of the year.
Ironic that Martin Luther King, Jr’s last fight was against poverty, specifically the poverty of the working poor.
Perhaps we should start leveling the playing field by giving everyone the day off.
With pay.
*A special bark out to those companies that give their employees the day off and those who can’t, holiday pay. It’s a start.

Yesterday, I took both Charlie and Sallie to the vet for some routine check up stuff, including getting their license, a shot each and heart worm testing. Charlie is the German Shepherd and Sallie is the lab mix. While they are two large dogs (75 and 110 pounds) they are generally easy to handle together — except when they go to the vet.
Sallie gets all excited about meeting new people and exploring new rooms she has never been in. She sees the visit to the vet as an opportunity to expand her world and maybe get a new treat, make a new friend, etc. Her ears dance and she quite literally smiles.
Charlie, on the other hand, thinks no good could possibly come from going anywhere new. He is convinced that the vet is a really bad place and all sorts of harm will befall him and Sallie. He wants out as soon as we walk into the place. For him, all the smells are ghosts of dogs who have somehow met their fate at the hands of these labcoats and he just wants none of this.
The reality is, of course, somewhere in the middle. The vet takes each back to a little room where they get a shot that probably hurts a little but they get a tasty treat at the end. In the end, not much bad stuff happened but then, not much good stuff happened either. Sallie is still happy and excited at the end and Charlie is still nervous and scared. Each will probably be that way the next time we visit the vet. Maybe it will level off a bit for each; they are only four years-old.
That brings me to my 2012.
At times, I feel like Sallie and others, Charlie. The newness of the year and the potential of some project I am working on gets me giddy with excitement. And then I might take a phone call that has me crashing down to earth, clawing me into maintenance mode for a project I had long since thought had been put to bed.
This economy and the negativity of the primaries gets into my head some days as well. I can feel it in the aurora of people I talk to throughout the day. It seems there is a belief that more profit can be made with hate and fear than with hope and change.
For the most part, I am going to try to be more like Sallie than Charlie, even though there is a slight danger I may sometimes walk around with a goofy grin on my face.
The risk is probably worth taking.
This blog post is part of a blog-off series with a group of bloggers from different professions and world views, each exploring a theme from his/her world view. This was about exploring the theme, what are you looking forward to int he new year? To explore how others handled the theme, check them out below. I will add links as they publish.

I just need to get this off my chest: The entertainment industry does not “overcharge.” It prices its products to what the market will pay for. Just because it is too expensive to YOU, does not mean that anyone is “overcharging” anyone. Quit flinging that around like it is fact. It is not. Just because you think it is expensive, it does not give you the moral right to pirate stuff.
Ok, that being said, here is my really short take on SOPA.
SOPA is a bad idea because of the enforcement power it gives the US government and copyright holders. The real issue goes something like this: If Ally Bank or Petco wanted to expand out their Rufus dog characters in future commercials (you have to Google them; I’m not going to lead them here) their legal team might slap me with a C&D and take down my blog, G+, Facebook and other sites as my name is Rufus and I am a dog. I would have little recourse with my domain registrar. Or the corporation that owns me might somehow offend a minor league baseball team on the East Coast and decide there is some confusion with their fans and order a takedown of my company I’ve held for twelve years before they even threw out their first pitch. (same name with one letter difference at the end)
Who would hear my redress, my government? HA! Just ask the Eat More Kale dude how his little venture is going.
Of one thing I am certain. Law enforcement has and will use laws far beyond their intended purpose. I am sure some bureaucrat at the Department of Homeland Security has been poring over my blog since the day I started writing, wondering how to apply some provision of the Patriot Act to initiate a take down order and throw my hairy behind into an unmarked prison cell for an indefinite amount of time without a warrant.
But that might just be the heart worm meds talking.
Copyright infringement (piracy) has been a severe problem for more than a decade now and has essentially hammered an entire generation of creative class into simply not producing much of value that does not include a remix or some reality show. Writers with talent are being exploited, filmmakers being ripped off and photographers have just been put out of business. Something needs to be done, but SOPA ain’t it. But I think somehow a form of it will pass because the entertainment industry is huge, well-heeled and very pissed off.
Don’t misunderstand me by citing that I am anti-SOPA. I am not. I am anti-the-enforcement-provision-of-SOPA. That is all. The rest of the bill that protects the rights of the creative class, I’m right there with them. I think Google, YouTube, Huffington Post and tons of other sites have gotten a free ride for a very long time. They have built obscenely profitable businesses without having to pay for the true cost of their inventory.
Tech without content is a store without goods. Tech without content is crap nobody wants. The entertainment industry does not really need tech to distribute anything. It wants it, but does not need it. If Amazon, Apple, Google went away tomorrow, entertainment still owns printing presses and movie theaters. And we would buy books and go to the movies again.
Yes we would.
For those who are interested in finding out more about what piracy has done to the creative class, read Free Ride by Robert Levine. Then craft your own opinions about SOPA and piracy.