Home again, home again. And while the suitcases are only partly unpacked, I’ve begun transferring photos to edit and upload later. And I’ve been sidetracked by the events unfolding over the past week.
I don’t get to spend nearly as much time online anymore: I put up my flickr photos, write my post here, put up the occasional post on the family-only blog, check facebook for updates and try and read a few blogs that I got into during my maternity leave. Maybe even leave a comment. But really, I am terribly out of the web loop.
Or is that knots?
Though not new news, it’s still in circulation that Facebook doesn’t permit photos of breastfeeding moms, but does nothing [and, as such, condones?] questionable groups. Kids in Brazil, using Google’s orkut, are altering photos from flickr without permission and with some purported scary results. And a prominent ezine has also been accused of using flickr pics without asking.
I just don’t know that I have the time to fully be one of them.
Do I like that the Magpie’s photo is someone’s profile picture on orkut? Not really. But the only thing I can really be cranky about is that I have not been credited with the photo, under the terms of the Creative Commons license that I have applied to all my photos. People have honoured that license in the past and it is not a terribly onerous one to abide by. I have sent a pleasant email to the orkut user, requesting credit. And I will be filing a complaint with orkut/Google unless the orkut user responds to me in the next few days. I’m not holding my breath.
Nor will I stop posting photos to flickr. If I desperately wanted to know that my pics would forever stay out of the hands of potential assholes, ignorant interns and thoughtless kids a continent away, I’d post them only on my private blog. But that defeats the purpose of flickr and the community that it fosters. And, while I’m a lot more annoyed with facebook and the ignorance and twisted values that it seems to be promoting, that is one of the few loops that I have right now and I’m not ready to sever my link with some of the friends I’ve reconnected with.
But I can still express my … what? … displeasure at having photos stolen? Disgust with facebook’s inconsistencies and choices? Awareness. It’s about attempting to be an informed traveller of the interweb. Who happens to be a mom. Who breastfeeds and has to now dig up a photo of it to support the Great Virtual Breast Fest. And who does have the time to lend a little support and write a few emails.