Copyheart: Caring by no longer caring

Okay so, I'd been thinking about what to do about a minor conundrum I've been having. Namely, what to do about stuff on this site I'd created that either mixed hints of non-libre content or that I'm not proud of enough to release formally under the CC-BY-SA. For one thing I wasn't sure what to do about the text of the site; I didn't think anything I'd written apart from Stablehand posts was quite awesome enough to just shout "everything here is a quality resource!", which is what the CC-BY-SA had usually evoked in my mind.

And, well... long story short, the answer I guess is ♡ copyheart.

So what's that? It's a "nicer" variant on the idea of a copyright notice, which instead of reminding readers that the law restricts every use by default, reminds them that the author is fundamentally okay with the diffusion of their ideas. This is my version of it:

♡ 2014 TAKUMI. Copying is an act of love. Please copy, adapt, and share.

Some people might complain that this is the most hippy-dippy "copyright" notice they've ever seen (indeed, I've seen that), and you know what? I absolutely agree. It makes me feel like the biggest dork ever to put that in the footer. But at the same time it makes me feel way less like a hypocrite than writing the "truth" (the gritty truth) that by not taking any action to liberate my stuff, I choose to censor people by leaving all rights reserved. Which would suggest that I'm okay with that, and I'm not.

A really cool thing about copyheart is that it really neatly solves the problem I'd been having with fan art, which is that it seems intuitive to feel one can't liberate it, but on the other hand, I honestly didn't care what happened to it, and felt like there was something especially wrong with "retaining the right to censor" on things that weren't even "mine". Now, without trying to use the CC-BY-SA and open the can of worms of what happens when people have to use a libre licence on fan works, I can communicate my intentions that they be used and that I not act as a second barrier (after the original creator) to using things.

When you stop and think about it, it's really rather elegant for a handful of corny-sounding words without any legal fortifications built up behind them. (Which, by the way is why nothing I've already made CC-BY-SA is going un-CC-BY-SA any time soon, nor am I going to stop using it for my more substantial original things. It's like an extra safeguard for things you really, really want to stay libre.)

Accordingly, I may start bringing some of my fan things back onto Sangkara when I make them and when they're "good enough", particularly stuff for this project called "RESTART" (a spin-off to OFF) that I'm thinking about making.

And by the way, if for whatever reason you need to type copyheart, and you're using Linux like me, it's really easy to add it to your compose key! Find your .XCompose file in your home directory and put in the following line to type copyheart as "o3":

<Multi_key> <o> <3>   : "♡" U2661 # Copyheart

You'll need to have the XCompose file set up first but in my opinion it's the best way to type special characters (you can type practically anything) so it's worth it.

What's actually wrong with that old "download a car" ad

I finally thought about it and realised today why exactly that old "PIRACY. IT'S A CRIME" ad was so grating and stupid in the eyes of not just me but a lot of other people. (Trigger warning for Holocaust on the last one, but it's my favourite.)

And here's the reason it's stupid: it makes an improper logical leap.

It equates copyright infringement with theft metaphorically, then equates theft with crimes literally, and ignores that distinction to make the otherwise possibly reasonable assumption that if A → B and B → C, then A → C. That is:

  1. Piracy is (metaphorically) theft.
  2. Theft is (literally) a crime.
  3. Piracy is (???) a crime.

And actually, to really make the argument it's making—that because there is a law you shouldn't break it—the ad also pretty much has to add an implied fourth term that because there is a law against something it must be inherently harmful/evil, so it's more like:

  1. Piracy is (metaphorically) theft.
  2. Theft is (literally) a crime.
  3. Crimes are harmful and should not be done.
  4. Therefore piracy is harmful and should not be done.

Now let's try that same idea with different things.

  1. The government is a (metaphorical) octopus, extending its arms into everything
  2. Octopuses are (literally) mollusks
  3. Most mollusks live underwater
  4. Therefore the government probably operates underwater

Government. It's a deep-sea operation.

  1. Your brain is (metaphorically) your central computer
  2. Computers are (literally) electronic computing devices
  3. Electronic computing devices are usually made with plastic, metal, and silicon
  4. Therefore your brain is probably made with plastic, metal, and silicon

Brains. They're a technological wonder.

  1. Your body, according to the bible, is (metaphorically) a temple
  2. Temples are a type of religious building.
  3. Religious buildings in Christianity (or at least the statelier ones) often contain stained-glass windows, spires, and/or gargoyles.
  4. Therefore you should be asking why your body doesn't have awesome gargoyles.

Bodies without gargoyles. It's a missed opportunity.

There could well be some little nuance I'm missing here since these sound a good deal more obviously absurd than the original, but I think this is the gist of it.

Stablehand: Flarefowl

Finally, the flarefowl! This should have happened much, much sooner given how important these guys are supposed to be, but it's better late than never, I guess.

The flarefowl or hwnzj is Hinotoria's national bird, from which the country gets its name. It's known for an exceptionally beautiful, elaborate, and varied song, but it only sings these songs at any length in places it feels more or less completely safe. As such, the Hinotorians regard it as a symbol of deep, fundamental harmony, and portray it in stories as being common in times when civilisation is running smoothly and not appearing (or only speaking brief, harsh notes the few times it does appear) when there is a bad government, unrest, etc. In reality, the birds could care less what the government's doing, but they actually are sensitive to obviously hostile behaviour and prefer quiet over noise, making the part about unrest partly true.

Though I designed them to look like pheasant-family birds (tragopans and grouses in particular) I feel like the Hinotorians would probably not eat them as a general rule because, you know, if you outright kill The Bird Of Peace and eat it it makes you look really, really bad. That's probably one thing that separates them from the more Wilful Sengra nearby—it seems really probable some Sengra would just kill the bird without thinking and be like you silly Hinotorians, what's so sacred about a stupid chicken?. ...As you can guess the Hinotorians are at best rather neutral about the Sengra.

I haven't decided whether they are sexually dimorphic or not. At first they were supposed to not be and both be brightly-coloured the way macaws are, but then the way this came out it's honestly pretty crazy for a normal colouration, so I'm leaning toward this being the male colours and the female literally just having a bright head and a drab body like a male tragopan.

If I do that, I might make the female have a greater portion of yellow on the head and a yellowish-brown body so it looks more like the yellow emblems Hinotoria uses in official-insignia-type stuff and that people also use casually as a sort of common symbol of a shared culture (like Jinfèng's emblem).

The Legend of Kolonok

There's a story of a man who had ambition like a whale
He might not've saved no maidens or put on no ornate mail
But the truth of it is that bloke was bravest of the brave
There's not and never ever will be none to trudge the road he paved

Now this man known as Kolonok had whiskers like a fox
And although they were a-grayin' he had mostly brownish locks
His colleagues all respected him until the day he said

"I'm gonna prove there's no true magic or I'm gonna end up dead."

Kolonok
Could not dream symbols came from naught
Or that things could just ups and be something other than what they aught
He knew what he'd do to set his scoffing colleagues right
He took his team above the parallel where brown bears yield to white

Now the story'd been since long ago the north was kind of odd
That for many many centuries but few had dared there trod
'Twas said that if you went there then your fate would be quite dark
But to the brave intrepid Kolonok that mostly seemed like bark

Kolonok
Was a man with a sense about his head
He knew the world had no true monsters and this was likely senseless dread
He knew what to do to set these gullible cowards right
He took his team above the parallel where winter has no light

Now up in the northlands there it's really not a breeze
Even the steel-muscled Kolonok was liable to freeze
His companions all complained there was no way they would succeed
But Kolonok told them to stuff it and build camp as they'd agreed

Kolonok
Sometimes took a somewhat hardened line
Although he did have some compassion 'twas for him like an antique wine
He knew what to do to set those weak complainers right
He took his team above the parallel where huskies show their might

Now for weeks and weeks and months and days all the team unearthed was snow
And ol' Kolonok's companions said, "You know, we should prob'ly go"
But ol' Kolonok just drove 'em all further into the night
He said

"I said I was gonna prove my point and I gotta do it right."

Kolonok
May've seemed like he didn't have a brain
He put his pride above his life and hardly knew that thing called pain
But he knew what to do to set the clueless public right
He took his team above the parallel where guillemots take flight

After what seemed like forever and a day one team came back not
To tell Kolonok the usual but that they'd hit the jackpot
When the boss heard that he leapt up and his whip flew to his hand
Said

"We're going there next morning! Prep the dogs, that's my command."

Kolonok
Didn't know what lay out far beyond
But then to him that made it better as of darkness he was fond
He knew what to do to set the sceptics back home right
He took his team above the parallel where starlights twinkle bright

When they got there sure enough it was a sure sight to behold
The air was churning with auroras far below the dawn sky's fold
The group was both aghast and mesmerised to the very core
But when their boss said "Now let's probe this" they recoiled in horror

Kolonok
Wasn't one to ever stop midway
If he had gone this far he'd not be back without a strict assay
He knew what to do to set those distant doubters right
He took his team above the parallel where most would die of fright

Now they were face to face in front of it, and seemingly third base
And their boss had him a vial to take back to their camping place
Why, it seemed as if their mission might go through without a hitch
Until a being made of prism glass emerged from who-knows-which

Kolonok
As a man was honest, brave and true
But it was really not unlike him to bite off more than he could chew
Still, he knew what to do to set those craven sissies right
He took his team above that parallel and he was gonna fight

Now the being was a hexart with a heart of rainbow quartz
And it didn't seem as violent as a mouse from souther parts
But when it closed its eyes and opened them the explorers filled with dread
They couldn't say exactly why but knew it'd be best if they fled

Kolonok
Was secure as steel 'round a spool
He'd not unravel for a hurricane and thus he kept his cool
He knew what to do to set this crazy mad world right
He took his team above that parallel where naught could really bite

Oh, the hexart dropped its lids again and spread on out its wings
And the auroras slowed and darkened, seeming to bring bad tidings
The entire world around them seemed dark as the ocean floor
And Kolonok's poor group of followers could not take any more

Kolonok
Was one of the hardiest of men
But when his comrades started running he began to think again
He knew what to do but was no longer sure if it was right
When he took his team above that parallel into a thorny plight

Now the dogs were going crazy and the men were running fast
And some harnesses were tangling and some mushers were getting cast
But their boss just kept on standing there and gently reached ahead
"If you know what's good for you, my friend, you'll quit this now" he said

Kolonok
Knew things were getting out of hand
But at the same time couldn't stand to waste a moment not being grand
He knew what to do to prove his intuitions right
He set his hand upon the hexart and he firmly held it tight

At that the beast seemed now contented and the darkness seemed to calm
But there was still something amiss he felt that slightly shook his palm
So he took a gander backward thinking naught much he'd find there
And caught a halfways-vanished team dissolving into empty air

Kolonok
As you know would trudge through rain or sleet
But when he saw this thing occur why then his heart 'bout skipped a beat
He had no clue what to do and so he pleaded for his life

"Please now sweet dragon don't destroy me and remove me from this strife!"

Kolonok was looking hopeful when the hexart blinked again
Thought now maybe now just maybe it might even be his friend
But soon enough it faded out into the Arctic air
And he only felt more shaky with each second he stayed there

Kolonok
Was really fairly sturdily built
But now his knees began to wobble with a crushing sense of guilt
He knew of but one thing to do to set this awful setback right
He packed his tools and last three dogs up and he slunk into the night

Kolonok
Could not dream symbols came from naught
Or that things could just ups and be something other than what they aught
He knew what he'd do to set his scoffing colleagues right
He took his team above the parallel where brown bears yield to white

Kolonok
Could not dream symbols came from naught
Or that things could just ups and be something other than what they aught
He knew what he'd do to set the clueless public right
He took his team above the parallel where winter has no light

Kolonok
Could not dream symbols came from naught
Or that things could just ups and be something other than what they aught
He knew what he'd do to set the sceptics back home right
He took his team above the parallel where huskies show their might

Although he had his ship and dogs still Kolonok had naught to show
Devoid of pride and empty-handed he had almost nowhere to go
So he weaseled on into his den and whiled the days away
And if his heart pained on forever well no one could really say

Kolonok
Could not dream symbols came from naught
Or that things could just ups and be something other than what they aught
He knew what he'd do to set his scoffing colleagues right
He took his team above the parallel where guillemots take flight

Kolonok
Could not dream symbols came from naught
Or that things could just ups and be something other than what they aught
He knew what he'd do to set the his scoffing colleagues right
He took his team above the parallel where starlights twinkle bright

Kolonok
Could not dream symbols came from naught
Or that things could just ups and be something other than what they aught
He knew what he'd do to set his scoffing colleagues right
He took his team above the parallel where brown bears yield to white

Incongruity and Duplicity Sing the Blues

Alone
(Girders baulk at the sun)
Unknown
(Them frogs ain't singin' yer mead)
On my own
(Dustbrooms fight for blue skies)
Tempest-blown
(Axes grindin' the lead)

I've no name to my name
(When I catch 'em cornhusks twinklin' in the night)
And no face to my frame
(When I set 'em peaks of deep-fried melodies right)

If I could just get a gasp within my grasp
(For a day when grates can fly like crows!)
To tag this seamless vault without a clasp
(When fir trees's sproutin' feet and toes)

Would I at long last have the code to self-reclaim?

Only one
(If this one fine rooster don't count)
On the run
(Vetch sprigs whistle the blues)
Never done
(Dial 'dirt' for earthworm buffets)
Helped by none
(As all the roads depart on a cruise)

I've no face to my space
(When I see 'em crystals myanderin' in the morn')
But much race to my pace
(When I fly like a madjay from the cattails' thorns)

If I could just fill a bill of will
(If bats could dive and snakes could fly)
Could I kill every last urge to do ill?
(A flightless teacup's gotta try)

Or would I still be a coaster made of sin-pierced lace?

[Instrumental meanderings]

I've no name to my name
(If an eight-legged horse ain't gonna make the cut)
And no face to my frame
(Honey, would you move my tractor outta this rut)

If I could just find the zeal to get a reel
('Cause these wily leaves won't count themselves)
On this shifting self I cannot feel
(Only the swallows' paths could tell)
But when I don't have a self to know as me
(And an unmarked dishrag buys no hay)
How could I rise out of obscurity?
(A speechless vase could hardly say)

If I could only just out my true face
('Fore the key fobs blot the light of day)
Could I pull myself out of disgrace
(With the pea pods singin' yippee-kai-yay)

But when I don't have a self to know as me
(And the misplaced tribrachs cannot scream)
Where would I put my new integrity?
(Would it just leak out like a tea kettle's steam)

Or will I ever wander round without a place?

El Halcón del Aéter (Arkturuse's song)

Praise be to Haru of the heavens
The beaked defender of this sphere
For to Him I owe all I have wrought below
The height of which none will ever near!

I'm Arkturuse Miraharu
A bird much like a darkened swan
Between my worldly wits and this unfailing team
We could carve towers to the dawn

Some may call me prideful and bombastic
But is that not all just a part of being grand?
A person of my quality should escalate
Until the skies rain tears of sand

Hail Haru of the desert skies
(An example for all)
Hail Him above the jess
(Yet I fear I may fall)
Hail Haru of all-seeing eyes
(Though I crow and I cheep)
Which I do not possess
(Deep within I just weep)

My doormat spells the name of Haru
A falcon rests upon my head
My faith spans greater than this boundless void
And that's quite a thing to be said!

I always conduct myself with honour
I bow my beak unto my guests
I have the breeding of a gentleman
And I never give but my best!

My comrades are only but the finest
My haunt is lavishly with jewels clad
My vast wings can carry me through anything
But yet I still cannot be glad

Hail Haru of the blazing sun
(When I'm cornered, I fly)
Hail Him of evening shade
(When I boast, I just lie)
Hail Haru who sees everyone
(Oh, my heart may be wide)
On every landmass ever made
(But there's nothing inside)

A warm flame stirs below the mantle
The walls pour aeons of ordeal
I will never forget those who died for me
Even if they weren't even real

The papers gush about my grandeur
I'm known quite far throughout this space
There's no one without awe that my likeness saw
And as such I must keep my pace

My heart spans greater than a empire
And beats sonorous as a horde of lovesick swans
Our spirits blaze as part of one great gleaming fire
But how long can we pressure on?

Hail Haru of the golden throne
(In the end, I'm just one)
Hail Him of truth and right
(And there's nowhere to run)
Hail Haru who holds chaos back
(Should my form turn petard)
And never falters in His fight
(Would no one mend my shards?)

Praise be to Haru of the heavens
The beaked defender of this sphere
For to Him I owe all I have wrought below
The height of which none will ever near!

I'm Arkturuse Miraharu
A sir in which you can confide
Although I can't see what's in front of me,
My aspirations are ten leagues wide

Hail Haru of the desert skies
(At the top I reign strong)
Hail Him above the jess
(But can I stay here for long?)
All have weathered my pride
(Hail Haru of all-seeing eyes)
But how long will that slide?
(Which I do not possess)

An example for all
(When I'm cornered, I fly)
Yet I fear I may fall
(When I boast, I just lie)
Though I crow and I cheep
(Oh, my heart may be wide)
Deep within I just weep
(But there's nothing inside)

At the top I reign strong
(In the end, I'm just one)
But can I stay here for long?
(And there's nowhere to run)
All have weathered my pride
(Should my form turn petard)
But how long will that slide?
(Would no one mend my shards?)

To stand without weight in a blackness so great
The age of which no one remembers...

A falcon must vie in this chasm so dry,
Lest its wings dissolve to embers...

An example for all
(When I'm cornered, I fly)
Yet I fear I may fall
(When I boast, I just lie)
Though I crow and I cheep
(Oh, my heart may be wide)
Deep within I just weep
(But there's nothing inside)

At the top I reign strong
(In the end, I'm just one)
But can I stay here for long?
(And there's nowhere to run)
All have weathered my pride
(Should my form turn petard)
But how long will that slide?
(Would no one mend my shards?)

There is something that passes through though I can't and shan't just call it "true"
It gleams at the seams from long afar and it pulses like the tears of stars

Though I've never seen or heard its kind I can only dream it will blow my mind
Though I can't touch its form or see its hue if I could just grasp its essence I'd know what to do!

I'm Arkturuse Miraharu
A bird much like a darkened swan
Though my handsome façade has a thousand awed
'Tis a thin ridge I tread upon

Pray to Haru we can stand as one
Pray my stately flair can bear us through
Should the winds be willing I may yet prevail
But if I can't what will we do?

Hail Haru of the desert skies
Hail Him above the jess
Hail Haru of all-seeing eyes
Which I do not possess...

Will I live to face another day?

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
What am I but just a fractured dark humanity
A faceless halo filled with nothing and hypocrisy
A ripple's ripple on the murky pond of memory

NOW
HOW
CAN I HOLD

Of how tough
Of a stuff
Am I rolled?

How long (how strong)
Will it take (is my make)
Before I keel over and break

Till my shards
Fill the sky
In the cold?

Although I may be capable of pressuring my cheeks to turn
The space around my heartless void is twinging like an acid burn
As much as everyone may try to tell me everything's okay
Will I live? Will I live to face another day?

The day
is greyer than the Nile on a clouded day
The rain
is rain-like as it comes down on the outer bay

I spread my wings into the chasm just outside the gate
I stare out into the unfeatured dark expanse of fate

BUT
WHAT
IS MY GOAL?

Do I know
How to grow
To my role?

How far (from subpar)
Can I strain (through the rain)
Before I join the aether again

How far
Can I tote
This great hole?

I cannot know the meaning of the feelings known as joy or dread
I only know the spacious space that somehow occupies my head
Just ask me if the air is nice, if starlight fills my heart with glee
And I can only answer that it feels like a day to me

The blackness changes to an aura of a shifting type
Some airlike currents whistle windlike through the ceiling pipe
My ears flick upward as the vapours twist uneasily
I climb the dais as the restless aether calls to me

WHY
WHEREBY
DOES IT RING?

Is there purpose
Inside
Of nothing?

How deep (or how steep)
Can I reach (can I breach)
In this void immersed in black bleach

Till I find
The one source
Of this ding?

I know that half of what I think is likely just hyperbole
But it simply doesn't feel right that everything's the same to me
The blackish void the airish air the doorish door that leads nowhere
How can I even stand here in this state-like state of disrepair?

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
What am I but just a fractured dark humanity
A faceless halo filled with nothing and hypocrisy
A ripple's ripple on the murky pond of memory

I cannot know the meaning of the feelings known as joy or dread
I only know the spacious space that somehow occupies my head
Just ask me if the air is nice, if starlight fills my heart with glee
And I can only answer that it feels like a day to me

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
What am I but just a shadow of an entity?
A nameless figure cloaked in meaningless mythology
A shadow's shadow on the shaky tides of history

Although I may be capable of pressuring my cheeks to turn
The space around my heartless void is twinging like an acid burn
As much as everyone may try to tell me everything's okay
Will I live? Will I live to face another day?

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
Help me rise above this empty state of tragedy
Show me how to bind my fractures for solidity
Give me strength to salt my shrivelling identity

NOW
HOW
CAN I HOLD

Of how tough
Of a stuff
Am I rolled?

How long (how strong)
Will it take (is my make)
Before I keel over and break

Till my shards
Fill the sky
In the cold?

I cannot know the meaning of Ma'at for all my fatal flaws
How can I wield the scale of Anapa in unworthy paws
If I could only know why people press through day and night and troubled air
Would I be worth my aethereal weight in decent-quality Ammut fare?

The blackish void the airish air the doorish door that leads nowhere
How can I even stand here in this state-like state of disrepair?
As much as everyone may try to tell me everything's okay

Will I live?
Will I live to face another day?