#SaveOurInternet 19: And now for something completely different

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This Christmas may be the last one that a free Internet exists within the EU, to the detriment of many people in the creative professions. When I first went into blogging and publishing fanfiction online over five years ago, I thought this day would never come. There would be a requiem and a ban on parodies, on sharing images and stories that move us for free, on filk lyrics and fanfiction, and pirate translations of works outside the public domain... The Members of Parliament turn a deaf ear to all of us in the creative and the electronic world, and thus, next year... if we all don't come together and do something against this Article 13, everything we know and love will fall apart.
Now I know how Odin must have felt with the forebodings of Ragnarök. But who am I to be then... Odin or Enjolras? Feeling powerless against the rising tide, or not? Not only is my career as a currently unemployed translator at stake; many other creative professionals will be facing the same dire consequences - if we don't do something ourselves.
Most surely, this year's Advent Calendar will be about Save Our Internet and have to do with the history of copyright and resistance to it - maybe this very introductory article will be barred because the name of Enjolras (or any other Les Mis character) would be as encouragingly mentioned as Macbeth, if we just sit there idly instead of coming together for the cause.



Cambios de Privacy Policy para Google y YouTube (incluyendo Noruega, Islandia y Suiza, pero no el RU)

Seguro que si has entrado a Google has visto un mensaje indicando “Nuestras Condiciones y Política de Privacidad cambian el 22 de enero. Los servicios en el Espacio Económico Europeo, Noruega y Suiza los prestará ahora Google Ireland Ltd”. Ese mensaje ha desatado la curiosidad de los usuarios, por lo que vamos a arrojar algo más de luz sobre el tema de que Google cambie sus condiciones y política de privacidad para ver cómo nos afecta como usuarios.

“El 22 de enero de 2019, nuestra Política de Privacidad y nuestras Condiciones de Servicio cambiarán para los usuarios de la Unión Europea, Islandia, Liechtenstein, Noruega y Suiza (¡pero NO el RU!). Para obtener una vista previa, consulta las versiones actualizadas de la Política de Privacidad y de las Condiciones de Servicio”. Es decir, que España está entre los países afectados por este cambio.

Además, pronto tendremos también un cambio de este tipo en las Condiciones de Servicio de Drive, de Play, de YouTube y del servicio de pago de YouTube.

¿Cambiará algo para el usuario? En el día a día el usuario no debe notar ningún cambio. Desde Google explican que:

“Tu experiencia en los servicios de Google no cambiará. Además, tampoco habrá cambios en tu configuración de privacidad, en el tratamiento de tus datos ni en las finalidades de dicho tratamiento, tal como se describe en la Política de Privacidad de Google. Sin embargo, si no quieres aceptar los cambios en nuestras condiciones y en nuestra Política de Privacidad, puedes dejar de usar los servicios correspondientes.

COUNTDOWN TO LÜTZEN I: SHENANINGAN

All right, this year's #CountdownToLützen will be a little different than its precedessors... things like dadaistic artwork, and the like... instead of the 30YW-related content of years past. Also, that will make a one-of-a-kind countdown (but there will still be an in memoriam on the 6th, of course; it's only for these five days that unexpected things will happen!).
Starting with this little piece of art below, which I have determined to call shenaningan (from shenanigan and sharingan!)...

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IN MEMORIAM GUSTAVI ADOLPHI 2016 - I

Since this is the Fourth Centennial year, now we'll go for something completely different: a little crossover mashup with pre-Lützen cooing and post-Lützen tension (or: the one where Gustavus and Eleanor are Othello and Desdemona, while Wallenstein may be Iago and Herr Oxenstierna ---Moor or less--- does Cassio, but there is no cheating plot involved; rather, only the story about the risk of losing a loved one).


A LITTLE "MOOR" CONVERSATION, PLEASE!
or
The One Where Othello Gets Inevitably Crossed Over With The Battle of Lützen (or, at Least, the Eve and the Aftermath of the Battle)


Scene the First: Weissenfels, early November 1632
At the feet of the local keep. Queen Eleanor awaiting her spouse.

Trumpet within

The King! I know his trumpet.

Axel

'Tis truly so.

Eleanor

Let's meet him and receive him.

Axel

Lo, where he comes!

Enter GUSTAVUS and Attendants

Gustavus

Oh my fair warrior!

Eleanor

My dear Gustavus!

Gustavus

It gives me wonder great as my content

To see you here before me. Oh, my soul's joy!

If after every tempest come such calms,

may the winds blow till they have waken'd death!

And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas

Olympus-high and duck again as low

as hell's from heaven! If it were now to die,

'twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,

my soul hath her content so absolute

that not another comfort like to this

succeeds in unknown fate.

Eleanor

The heavens forbid

but that our loves and comforts should increase,

even as our days do grow!

Gustavus

Amen to that, sweet powers!

I cannot speak enough of this content;

it stops me here; it is too much of joy:

And this, and this, the greatest discords be...

Kissing her after each "and this"

...that e'er our hearts shall make!

Come, let us to the castle.

News, friends; our wars on Friedland sure are done.

How does my old acquaintance of this land?

Honey, you shall be well desired in Leipzig;

I have found great love amongst them. O my sweet,

I prattle out of fashion, and I dote

in mine own comforts. 

Come, Eleanora,

once more, well met in Leipzig.

Exeunt GUSTAVUS, ELEANOR, and Attendants

Scene the Second: Weissenfels, 6th of November 1632.

The Queen's bedchamber, where she is with her lady in waiting.

Ebba

How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did.

Eleanor

He says he will return incontinent:

He hath commanded me to go to bed,

and bade me to dismiss you.

Ebba

Dismiss me!

Eleanor

It was his bidding: therefore, good Frau Ebba,

give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:

We must not now displease him.

Ebba

I would you had never seen him!

Eleanor

So would not I my love doth so approve him,

That even his stubbornness, his cheques, his frowns--

Prithee, unpin me,--have grace and favour in them.

Ebba

I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.

Eleanor

All's one. Good faith, how foolish are our minds!

If I do die before thee prithee, shroud me

In one of those same sheets.

Ebba

Come, come you talk.

Eleanor

My mother had a maid called Kasia:

She was in love, and he she loved proved mad

and did forsake her: she had a song of 'willow;'

an old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,

and she died singing it: that song tonight

will not go from my mind; I have much to do,

but to go hang my head all at one side,

and sing it like poor Kasia. Prithee, dispatch.

Ebba

Shall I go fetch your night-gown?

Eleanor

No, unpin me here.

Singing The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,

Sing all a green willow:

Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,

Sing willow, willow, willow:

The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans;

Sing willow, willow, willow;

Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;

Lay by these:--

Singing

Sing willow, willow, willow;

Prithee, hie thee; he'll come anon:--

Singing

Sing all a green willow must be my garland.

Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve,-

Nay, that's not next.--Hark! who is't that knocks?

Ebba

It's the wind.

Eleanor

Singing I call'd my love false love; but what

said he then?

Sing willow, willow, willow:

If I court more women, you'll couch with more men!

So, get thee gone; good night, your eyes do itch;

doth that bode weeping?

Ebba

'Tis neither here nor there.

Eleanor

I have heard it said so. Oh, these men, these men!

Dost thou in conscience think,--tell me, Frau Ebba,--

That there be women do abuse their husbands

In such gross kind?

Ebba

There be some such, no question.

Eleanor

Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?

Ebba

Why, would not you?

Eleanor

No, by this heavenly light!

Ebba

Nor I neither by this heavenly light;

I might do't as well i' the dark.

Eleanor

Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?

Ebba

The world's a huge thing: it is a great price

for a small vice.

Eleanor

In troth, I think thou wouldst not.

Ebba

In troth, I think I should; and undo't when I had

done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a

joint-ring, nor for measures of lawn, nor for

gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty

exhibition; but for the whole world,--why, who would

not make her husband a cuckold to make him a

monarch? I should venture purgatory for't.

Eleanor

Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong

for the whole world.

Ebba

Why the wrong is but a wrong i' the world: and

having the world for your labour, tis a wrong in your

own world, and you might quickly make it right.

Eleanor

I do not think there is any such woman.

Ebbaa

Yes, a dozen; and as many to the vantage as would

store the world they played for.

But I do think it is their husbands' faults

if wives do fall: say that they slack their duties,

and pour our treasures into foreign laps,

or else break out in peevish jealousies,

throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us,

or scant our former having in despite;

why, we have galls, and though we have some grace,

yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know

their wives have sense like them. What is it that they do

when they change us for others? Is it sport?

I think it is: and doth affection breed it?

I think it doth: is't frailty that thus errs?

It is so too: and have not we affections,

desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?

Then let them use us well: else let them know,

the ills we do, their ills instruct us so.

Eleanor

Good night, good night: heaven me such uses send,

not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend!

Scene the Third: A Weissenfels Chapel in Mourning the Week After,

Gustavus Laid in State, Eleanor in Weeds

Eleanor

Now, how dost thou look now? Oh ill-starr'd man!

Pale as thy shirt! when we shall meet at compt,

this look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,

and fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my lad!

Even like thy ice-blue eyes. Oh cursed fate!

Whip me, ye devils,

from the possession of this heavenly sight!

Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!

Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!

Oh Gustav Adolf! Gustav Adolf! dead!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,

nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak

of one that loved not wisely but too well;

of one not easily jealous, but being wrought

perplex'd in the extreme...

This year, for Gustavus Adolphus, I made pear-chestnut-raisin ryschewys (crescent-shaped beignets with a fruit and spice filling, served with sugar on top).

They're a rather easy to make recipe, with ingredients that would have been costly in cold climates in the past, such as eastern spices and raisins, not to mention the sugar. Think of these as the five-star version of the beignets our Spanish and French churro/beignet stands sell in winter. The recipe can be varied ad infinitum as long as there's cinnamon, black pepper, and some fruit (fresh, dried, and/or nutty) of various kinds...

These treats are what I imagine as typical of Stormlands nobility. Methinks little Renly was pining for warm ryschewys when they rationed everything and ate the cats and the rats of the keep, as the Tyrell host beleaguered Storm's End. Methinks, as a young man, he offered his beloved Loras some of them in exchange for costlier Reacher treats of marzipan and sugar paste (so beautiful that they should be called pieces of art).