Saturday morning strolling. (at Venice Beach Boardwalk)

Saturday morning strolling. (at Venice Beach Boardwalk)

38 minutes ago 2 notes
coketalk:

This is the email I woke up to. Terrifying.
Honestly, I don’t know what to do at this point. Within ten minutes of sounding the alarm via Twitter, my account had been restored, but I’m one of the lucky ones. I have the privilege of asking tens of thousands of people to write into Tumblr on my behalf, and I can only imagine how helpless someone might feel who woke up to the same letter with no way to do anything about it.
I went back and searched through my old email address. Sure enough, under the “Social” tab of a gmail account that I never use anymore were a handful of Tumblr DMCA notices, all originating from some sniveling cunt stain named Jeremy Banks of the IFPI. I saw none of the notices until this morning, not that it would have mattered, because they were all for songs that I posted years ago.
I’ve been posting music for over half a damn decade. I have no idea what songs Jeremy Banks is suddenly going to give a shit about. Short of deleting every song I’ve ever posted, there’s nothing I can do to retroactively protect myself from this kind of arbitrary account termination.
Shit, we all post music. We all click the little box. We all know damn well that we don’t own the copyright, but we do it anyway. We’re not stealing. We’re not making money off the backs of musicians. We’re sharing our favorite songs with our friends.
God damn, I’m still shaking from all the adrenaline. I’m genuinely upset right now. People are suggesting that I export my blogs and migrate to independent hosting, but I don’t want to have to do that.
I love Tumblr. I love the community it fosters. I love my dashboard full of people I follow, and I love the interactions I have with all the people who follow me. I don’t want to leave Tumblr, but I don’t want to be so beholden to the whims of some DMCA termination robot either.
At the very least, I need to find a way to separate and protect Dear Coquette and my other blogs where I’ve never posted any music.
Ugh. This is not good. This is not good at all.

This is so impossibly stupid. Do the attorneys issuing the takedown notices know how much music I alone have discovered though Coketalk — and others I follow — on Tumblr, discoveries that led to me purchasing music and buying tickets to shows? And then for fucking Tumblr to start ripping down longtime users’ blogs because of music that was posted years ago when the site’s policies about posting music were looser/less restrictive?! I received an email from Tumblr warning that my blog would be taken down for some copyright violation but then didn’t bother to link to alleged violation or give me even the slightest clue as to what it may have been. 
Doltish dicks, all around.

coketalk:

This is the email I woke up to. Terrifying.

Honestly, I don’t know what to do at this point. Within ten minutes of sounding the alarm via Twitter, my account had been restored, but I’m one of the lucky ones. I have the privilege of asking tens of thousands of people to write into Tumblr on my behalf, and I can only imagine how helpless someone might feel who woke up to the same letter with no way to do anything about it.

I went back and searched through my old email address. Sure enough, under the “Social” tab of a gmail account that I never use anymore were a handful of Tumblr DMCA notices, all originating from some sniveling cunt stain named Jeremy Banks of the IFPI. I saw none of the notices until this morning, not that it would have mattered, because they were all for songs that I posted years ago.

I’ve been posting music for over half a damn decade. I have no idea what songs Jeremy Banks is suddenly going to give a shit about. Short of deleting every song I’ve ever posted, there’s nothing I can do to retroactively protect myself from this kind of arbitrary account termination.

Shit, we all post music. We all click the little box. We all know damn well that we don’t own the copyright, but we do it anyway. We’re not stealing. We’re not making money off the backs of musicians. We’re sharing our favorite songs with our friends.

God damn, I’m still shaking from all the adrenaline. I’m genuinely upset right now. People are suggesting that I export my blogs and migrate to independent hosting, but I don’t want to have to do that.

I love Tumblr. I love the community it fosters. I love my dashboard full of people I follow, and I love the interactions I have with all the people who follow me. I don’t want to leave Tumblr, but I don’t want to be so beholden to the whims of some DMCA termination robot either.

At the very least, I need to find a way to separate and protect Dear Coquette and my other blogs where I’ve never posted any music.

Ugh. This is not good. This is not good at all.

This is so impossibly stupid. Do the attorneys issuing the takedown notices know how much music I alone have discovered though Coketalk — and others I follow — on Tumblr, discoveries that led to me purchasing music and buying tickets to shows? And then for fucking Tumblr to start ripping down longtime users’ blogs because of music that was posted years ago when the site’s policies about posting music were looser/less restrictive?! I received an email from Tumblr warning that my blog would be taken down for some copyright violation but then didn’t bother to link to alleged violation or give me even the slightest clue as to what it may have been. 

Doltish dicks, all around.

21 hours ago 525 notes
Advancing my chocolate/chocolate making education.  (at Compartes Chocolatier)

Advancing my chocolate/chocolate making education. (at Compartes Chocolatier)

21 hours ago 4 notes
Can I trust anything “red velvet” not made in the South, much less LA? I guess there’s only one way to find out! (at Cafe Collage)

Can I trust anything “red velvet” not made in the South, much less LA? I guess there’s only one way to find out! (at Cafe Collage)

1 day ago 11 notes
I can’t let #NationalDogDay pass without a shoutout to the best dog in the world. He’s always looking out for me.

I can’t let #NationalDogDay pass without a shoutout to the best dog in the world. He’s always looking out for me.

pleatedjeans:

same. @brianstack153

Everything about this looks like it could be my dog.

4 days ago 27,361 notes
When dining at Little Jewel, the new New Orleans-style grocery in LA’s Chinatown neighborhood, I highly suggest the #22 poboy.

When dining at Little Jewel, the new New Orleans-style grocery in LA’s Chinatown neighborhood, I highly suggest the #22 poboy.

5 days ago 13 notes
Order a simple mojito at @CaneAndTable and this sexy beast of a beverage is what you’ll get in return. (at Cane & Table)

Order a simple mojito at @CaneAndTable and this sexy beast of a beverage is what you’ll get in return. (at Cane & Table)

6 days ago 29 notes
End of the week grocery run.

End of the week grocery run.

1 week ago 11 notes
The guys I share an office with keep this sign here, you know, just in case a parade rolls by unexpectedly. You just never know.  (at 916 Lafayette St)

The guys I share an office with keep this sign here, you know, just in case a parade rolls by unexpectedly. You just never know. (at 916 Lafayette St)

1 week ago 30 notes
"I’m just going to stare at you until you stop working to play with me. Okay, that’s not working so now I’ll just lay here and look sad — that’ll get you to play with me. Oh fuck it, I’m going to sleep."

"I’m just going to stare at you until you stop working to play with me. Okay, that’s not working so now I’ll just lay here and look sad — that’ll get you to play with me. Oh fuck it, I’m going to sleep."

1 week ago 19 notes
Cypress top table/desk has been delivered. New keeping-it-simple office setup complete. #flowers #stationary #laptop #framedphotoofSaz (at 916 Lafayette St)

Cypress top table/desk has been delivered. New keeping-it-simple office setup complete. #flowers #stationary #laptop #framedphotoofSaz (at 916 Lafayette St)

Now there’s a Groupon I’ll gladly purchase.

Now there’s a Groupon I’ll gladly purchase.

1 week ago 13 notes

I want a grilled cheese sandwich

I want a grilled cheese sandwich. Not one of those “artisan” grilled cheese sandwiches featuring five different kinds of imported cheese housed between slices of fancy-ass bread, mind you. No, I want a good, old-fashioned grilled cheese sandwich like the kind my mama used to make for me when I was a kid. One made with Bunny or Evangeline Maid bread — white bread, in other words — and butter and Kraft American cheese slices. Just slather butter across two slices of bread, put a slice of cheese (or two if you want to get CRAZY) in between them, toss it all in a hot skillet and VOI-FUCKING-LA, heaven on a goddamn paper plate. The problem is I have none of those things at home and it’s raining out. Won’t someone please make me a mama-style grilled cheese sandwich and bring it over? In exchange, I’ll reward you with delicious chocolates I made myself. I’ll be waiting…

Somebody got cheated on and they are NOT happy about it. #slashedtirestoo (at Emeril’s Delmonico)

Somebody got cheated on and they are NOT happy about it. #slashedtirestoo (at Emeril’s Delmonico)