I believe I have just witness the beginning of the death of iTunes.  As much as I’ve tried and tried to like iTunes, I can’t express how happy I am to see a true and valid competitor emerge to thwart them.  And, I think this will DESTROY them.

Amazon, you rule.

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Something Tells Me I've Just Violated A Copyright By Posting This Logo.

Now you can buy Mp3’s from Amazon.com and – here’s the sell – store your tunes to the cloud, not on your own hardware. I’ve been begging (in my head) for this for YEARS.  The cost and hassle of trying to constantly figure out where to store my songs and shows that I’ve downloaded from iTunes has been one endless headache.  This has as much to do with the fact that I’M MAKING A GENUINE EFFORT NOT TO STEAL THEN (in all honesty, this is my big mistake).  Being legit, I’m constantly plagued with copyright protections on iTunes products that makes storing and moving MY copies of digital media almost impossible.

The obvious solution (one that still supports the artists and their decadent renunciation of most human moral codes) is to simply quit making me store the songs in the first place.  Just stream them from some central server that I never even deal with.  Amazon Cloud Player (actually real, actually available, actually currently playing 1 of 100 of the top trance tunes of 2011 that I just bought as a collection for…9 bucks) does just that.  Finally.

One example:  I had a tiny netbook, with virtually zero hard drive space.  So I tried to store all my tunes (and shows) on an external hard drive.  Then I switched computers, and wanted to move that data.  Tough.  Sounds easy, but it ain’t.  To Apple, it looks like I’m stealing them, or selling them in some virtual dark alley, furtively looking over my shoulder and waiting to hear Hugo Weaving bellow, “Mr. ANDERSON!”  If I’d just legitimately STOLEN the damn songs in the first place, I could play them wherever I wanted, moving them like so many Word files.

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Another example:  If ruining ipods (usually by jogging in the rain) was a God-like attribute, I’d be warming up a U-haul for my move to Mt. Olympus.  I just sorta never believe water is actually bad for anything.  It’s a swimmer thing.  Anyway, my iTunes can only be played on 5 players unless I “de-authorize” a player.  This sounds find, but how do I de-authorize a player that has suddenly transformed into really unique thin mint?  I can’t even turn it on long enough to de-authorize the glorified aluminum can.  Same for my original computer that held the results of my first foray into iTunes psychosis.  It suffered a massive “heart” attack at some point.  That’s 1 authorized player I’ll never get back.

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Now it doesn’t matter.  My tunes are floating out there, in the beloved cloud.  Free from the confines of my cheap, inefficient hard drives that never seem to have enough space.  With Cloudplayer, the tunes stream, so presumably, copying them illegally is much harder.  So, I would hope that Amazon will be HELPFUL when I try to use one device or another, or when I mistakenly put my Mac Mini in the microwave, expecting a nice melty pizza in 2 minutes and 30 seconds.

Plus, it’s Seattle busts Cupertino.  Kurt Cobain vs. The Grateful Dead.  The Sound vs. The Bay.

Die.  Die Tunes.  You had your chance, Appletini.

Vanished and Forgotten

I spent the past two weeks working as a stand-in for a private practice family doctor in the tiny town of McCleary, Washington.

The stirringly beautiful enclave is better described as a village.  Calling it a ‘town’ implies a bit more hustle and bustle than actually goes on here.

Evergreen trees pepper the landscape, outnumbering cars ten to one.  Wooden cabins and simple churches with peeling paint line the single main road.  A generous census – throwing in some dogs and cats to pad the number – wouldn’t put the population over 2000.

But even here, in one of the most idyllic settings in all of rural America, something wicked this way…came.

lindseyOn a soft warm night typical for Western Washington this time of year, 10-year old Lindsey J. Baum disappeared while on a short walk home from her friend’s house.

She was last seen on June 26th around 9pm wearing a gray hoodie.  Lindsey should have made it home well before dark at this latitude in early summer.  But after weeks with no leads, authorities now assume the girl was abducted.

Each day as I worked in the small medical clinic, I overheard discussions about Lindsey.  Frequently, people decried the lack of “truly effective” sex offender laws.

The one running blog I found about the situation abounds with merciless criticism of those who allowed her to walk home alone.  The posts have an annoying, self-anointed authority and certitude about them, coupled with virtually zero compassion.

townMy criticism, however, focuses on the response of the outlying communities during this tragedy.

7 years ago, about this same time of year, a similar event occurred to a young girl not much older than Lindsey in Salt Lake City.  In that case, word of the abduction spread to every news outlet in the English-speaking world in a matter of hours.  Pictures of her were posted on websites and in newspapers in ever-widening circles, to include towns and cities hundreds of miles away.

Every day, this girl’s story stayed in public view.  News of her disappearance became a dull, throbbing headache to virtually the entire Western United States.

That girl, Elizabeth Smart, survived her ordeal and was returned to her parents fully 8 months after being led at knife-point from her own bedroom.  Her abductor was recognized by someone who had seen a picture of him on “America’s Most Wanted”.  Nearly a year after the incident, this girl’s abduction was still making top news stories.  Why?

The Smart family drove this process, true.  The parents had money, were excellent communicators and kept their wits about them in a horrific situation.

But they also commanded a small army of help. Literally thousands of people lined up to join the effort.  The Laura Recovery Center and other organizations dedicated to this type of tragedy joined the effort as well.

People worked continually to get the Smart family onto national news and talk shows.  Pictures of the victim and her suspected abductor appeared on Larry King Live and Oprah.  And, of course, the show that ultimately led to the break in the case managed to make the story seem relevant months after the incident occurred.

By contrast, Lindsey is yesterday’s news.  You can’t find a current story on her anywhere.  For all I know, she’s home watching Hannah Montana and pondering boyfriend proposals.

mapMcCleary is so tiny, its presence is rewarded with a dot only on maps with an unusual commitment to cartographic accuracy.  The community there can’t make much noise by themselves; certainly nothing to approach the caucophony of a galvanized rescue movement in the heart of upscale Salt Lake City.

The only paper that has carried regular updates about Lindsey is The Daily World, which covers sparsely-populated Grays Harbor County.  A little village like McCleary needs help.  It needs the media power of cities like Tacoma and Seattle, and even here in Olympia.

Yet daily checks of the Seattle Times reveal constant updates about Amanda Knox – a case involving a beautiful college student, sex, drugs and murder – deliciously entering year 3 of drama, but nothing about little Lindsey.  Here in the capital of Washington, The Olympian seems to have the memory of a golden retriever regarding this case, and we’re only 20 minutes down the road.

The Puget Sound region should be plastered with information about Lindsey Baum.  Every 3rd street light and telephone pole should have a Lindsey Baum flyer attached to it.  Every newspaper in the region should have a running narrative of the latest updates on her case next to their logos.  Every citizen from Port Angeles to Portland, from Westport to Boise should know the name, and the story, of Lindsey Baum.

This isn’t idealistic, hyper-passionate pontificating, either.  I distinctly remember stopping for a lay-over flight in Salt Lake City during the summer of 2002.  As we made our way from one flight to another, we could rightly have called the place “Elizabeth Smart International Airport.”  Thousands of fliers and posters papered halls, pillars, windows and doors everywhere we went.

I don’t think anything will change with tougher pedophilia and kidnapping laws.  I also do not think parents need to be more vigilant about this kind of thing.  Increasing either has too many unwanted side-effects.

CandleWhat needs to change is how our communities respond to such a horror.

The abduction of any of my 4 children is the singular fear of my life.  If it did happen to our family, I can only hope that hundreds, even thousands of concerned citizens would take up the burden to rescue that child.  Even if I lived in a forgotten small town off in the hills and away from the city lights.  Even if I was poor.  Even if divorced, uneducated, bad on camera, or just plain ugly.

The way to stop child abduction is to make it really, really hard to steal a child.  An army of awareness might save Lindsey Baum from this evil she faces.  Ignorance lets it flourish.