The Incredible Story Of Kopimi, Pirate Bays And The Service That Wasn't There Yet

Kopimi

Have you’ve heard about The Pirate Bay? It’s a little Swedish project to bring bittorrent files to the people. They were sued for it, and unless their appeals work, they lost. Also, by proxy, freeways lost.

It wasn’t a very pretty trial and in western terms, not a very fair one either. Despite the fact that I’m getting older every day now, the “guilty” verdict made me feel young and full of spite again. After all, how could anyone win a trial against a freeway on the grounds that cars could go illegally fast on it? Well look out freeways, you’re next!

On part of the prosecution and jury, there must have been a profound lack of understanding as to how the Internet works. The whole spectacle felt like a trial between the future and ten years ago (and ten years ago won). Politics were involved, I’m sure. So I made a political poster, grossly inspired by Shepard Faireys gorgeous Obama poster, depicting the now former spokesperson of The Pirate Bay, Peter Sunde.

I took inspiration from Fairey, not only because his poster is really really incredible but also to add a subtle point to the copyright discussion. Legally, my version of the poster constitutes a knock-off, which shouldn’t get me sued. Yet, it’s clearly inspired by Fairey. Which I deem to be ethically okay, since I’m not passing the style off as my own or being secretive about it. Somewhere along the line, copyright was probably infringed upon. Is it okay for me to do this and if so, when does it stop being okay? Sharing files is not inherently evil. Enter Kopimi, (gibberish for “copy me”), which is a license you put on stuff you want people to copy. Notice how there is one on the poster above: copy it, print it, use it, tweak it, redistribute it. Kopimi is an initiative spearheaded by the Pirate Bay folks, I’ll bet, to provoke discussion on the obsolete aspects of copyright in a digital world. I’ll get behind that. Discussion is good. Hence this poster.

Sharing Transformers 2 on The Pirate Bay is both illegal and wrong (on so many levels), there’s really very little discussion about that. What makes this debate interesting, however, is what The Pirate Bay has come to represent aside from piracy. It’s started an entire movement in Sweden where a related “Pirate Party” has been voted into the EU parliament. The Pirate Bay has come to represent a modern day youth rebellion against legal dinosaurs who believe that censoring the Internet is a long-term feasible strategy that’s not bound to fail as soon as anonymization technology becomes commonplace. Which it will. Eventually. As such, The Pirate Bay has become symbolic of at least two things:

  1. The schism between how we used to do things, and how we’re going to do things in the future. It’s a fight between those who think what The Pirate Bay does — share links pointing to illegal content — shouldn’t be legal, and those who think it should be. It’s modern day hippies vs. a modern day Richard Nixon. But this time, Nixon is winning.
  2. The not-yet-existing legal web service that offers the same streamlined distribution channels, but with paid-for content.

There’s a giant octopus in the corner. He tells me that in the future, we won’t buy DVDs or physical media. We’ll want things to be digital so that when Universal Soldier 3 premieres on video, we can buy it online and watch it the very same evening instead of order it from Amazon.com and bite our nails for weeks hoping the disc won’t get lost in the mail. The octopus tells me the producers of Universal Soldier 3 will actually earn a larger piece of the pie through digital distribution since they needn’t worry about producing a box chock-full of anti-piracy leaflets and anti-piracy pre-movie trailers. The octopus goes on to tell me everything is going digital these days anyway; photos, documents and files, so why shouldn’t music, TV shows and movies do the same? That octopus has been sitting in the corner for a few  years now, waiting for someone to listen to him.

Steve Jobs has sensed the presence of this octopus. This moved him to bring music to us digitally. Now there’s Deezer and soon Spotify. Very nice, thanks Steve. Similarly, using Steam engines and octopus-inspiration, Valve has brought us computer game downloads in the same fashion. Only, once you’ve purchased a game, your Steam account owns that game forever, just like you would had you bought a boxed copy. Using bittorrent like file delivery systems, you can always re-download your purchased Steam game, should you somehow lose the file.

The prescient octopus told me neither of these has it right yet. He tells me there’s a yet-to-be-created mythical service which allows the whole world to buy music, TV shows and movies, and once purchased, they’re the property of your account forever. He also told me the creator of this service will rake in the cash from the very same audience that currently get their episodes of “Chuck” from The Pirate Bay. By the way, the octopus’ name is “Adapt” and his motto is: “build it, and they will come”.

I Want To Believe

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There’s a new member of the No Poster Family. It’s called I Want To Believe, and it’s a remake of one of my one of my all time favourite posters.

Some of you will recognize the theme of the poster from the TV series, The X-Files, where it graced Mulders office-wall. That poster, in turn, was—for copyright reasons—a remake of the original one. It’s all in this digital pamphlet by Famous Pictures Magazine. The poster was an apt choice for Mulders wall, as the basic log line of the whole show might as well have been the believer and the skeptic explore the supernatural.

There’s a subtle both hilarious and spot on sarcasm to the original poster. People, we, mostly everyone, wants to believe. We want to believe in UFOs, we want to believe in god, we want to believe in the easter bunny. Some of us don’t believe in either of those, but most of us want to.

No Shop, Yes Posters

It’s grand opening day at my very first real webshop. So far, it’s entitled No Shop, but what it should really be called is me plotting posters on art canvas, packing it and sending it off to you. Because that’s what it is.

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What’s that? Aren’t you already selling print-on-demand via ImageKind and RedBubble? I am, and while I have no plans to retire those services, depending on how things play out, I might stop adding stuff there. The grand idea behind a do-it-myself shop stems from asking the questions: what would I want? What would I pay for? What would Jebus do?

As much as I love the democratization driving ImageKind and RedBubble, there’s an intangible feeling to what I’m trying to do with this that those services can’t bring. I print things myself1, put it in cardboard tubes and send it off to where it is you live. This type of all-inhouse logistics and support lends a level of “personal” and “worthwhile” to the poster project that I find the online print-on-demand services lack.

For now, there’s still a number of unknowns; the shipping is a flat fee for everyone, but that’s likely to change once Matilda from down under orders the ten-pack. Also, right now not all posters are for sale, simply those in ISO A22 format. Paper type is limited to art canvas, which means posters come printed on a really nice textured piece of cloth.

This is an experiment rooted in friend (mostly family, actually) requests. It’s something I’ve been doing behind the carboard scene that is this website; now that me-shop is open to people who don’t know me. If you love art-canvas posters and if you like my style, then I might have a deal for you. No posters for you.


  1. Lucky me, I’m sharing office with a Canon IPF700, a mindblowing plotter that does really nice art canvas prints.  

  2. That’s 42×59,4 centimeters or ~16.5×23.4 inches for you Americans.  

Tenochtitlan, Capital Of The Aztec Empire

Hopefully the first in a series, the poster below is named after the Aztech capital whose arts and crafts—or specifically whose patterns it is inspired by.

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As a kid I used to draw labyrinths all the time, pen on paper; as an adult, ballpen on paper—usually while on the phone. It feels good to finally give those labyrinths the time they deserve, even if it means pixels on paper.

Farewell, Arthur C. Clarke. 1917-2008

Just a few weeks ago, my favourite science fiction author, Arthur C. Clarke, passed away. As a tribute to the hours and hours of reading enjoyment and plethora of wonders he’s projected into my mind, I was compelled to commemorate the event.

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Clarke, by most known for his book: 2001: A Space Odyssey, was a visionary and a pragmatic. At the core of his books were always genuinely unique ideas, but wrapped around these ideas were stories that were neither longer nor shorter than the idea warranted. Always deeply personal and with a protagonist filled with the same sense of wonder that you or I had been, had we been there.

While not necessarily hard reads, his books were filled with complex themes. What seeped from his books into my younger self were themes of life and death and universal purpose and meaning. Clarkes’ books gave me an understanding of our universe: that in all it’s complexity and sheer scale, it’s so full of wonder that one can derive meaning and purpose from simply that. I remember this, whenever I’m overwhelmed by harsh facts of life: peace of mind is no farther away than outside. A gander at the stars and I know: this is all bigger than me or you. We’re all but tiny flecks of dust and vermin on the cosmic scale.

For letting me in the know about this powerful strength from the stars I owe Clarke and his books my sincerest respect, because unlike all other institutions that claim the ability to heal souls, spirits, thetans and what-have-you, Clarkes’ way is universally free and available to anyone who needs it.

Clarke was not a religious man, so when he said:

I sometimes think that the universe is a machine designed for the perpetual astonishment of astronomers.

… I dare interpret it to mean simply that: lift your gaze from the ground to the dark of space above the clouds, you’ll see that there’s plenty of purpose in that vast ocean of nothingness. Rest in peace, Arthur, and thanks.