A "long and winding road of litigation".
That's how Forbes.com sees the new Apple vs. Apple twist in a musical saga which has been running for more decades.
This time, as Mac news addicts will most likely already know, it's la Pomme selling music via iTunes and the store which has "yet again raised the ire of Apple (Records), the Beatle's label, as this edging into the music industry (...) may be in violation of an early-80's agreement between the two companies which stated that Apple (Computer) would not create products that could be considered particularly music-related," iPodHacks succinctly explains today.
As ever, MacRumors is on to it, along with other like-minded sites.
The English side of MacBidouille is meanwhile crawling all over tomorrow's niouz from Apple Expo here, the event which has brought Rainer all the way from Brazil to the city of light.
I won't be at the "keynote", otherwise known as the High Mass, broadcast or not, since tomorrow sees some lengthy medical goings-on (and even if I could be as rosy-cheeked as Apple top execs first thing in the morning), but look forward -- "God willing," as he put it on the 'phone, to meeting Rainer, the first real-life first time encounter "Made by taliesin's log" with a noble fellow 'blogger ("live from Paris").
MacBidouille says French TV has been on today about Apple and file-sharing, raising the piracy issue where debate has resumed at 'Blogcritics' ('BC') since BHW posted a long and well-argued case to say that the "RIAA is R-I-G-H-T".
I seem to have sparked something of a debate myself when I heeded a friend and posted my perspective on "9/11" there. In particular, Al Barger couldn't agree with me less, every inch of the way, which is how it should be. Al's own eloquence has its roots at 'more things', but I can only send you his way for a good read without being able myself, at this particular moment, to conjure up the front door. It won't load.
The Forbes entry where I started was pointed out by Eric Olsen, the fellow who does an admirable job of editing BC, where I spent a good part of a quietly very busy weekend, while Marianne did her worst, including hunting down computer desktops so "utterly shocking" that even I would think twice about posting them here. This is in tune with the prolonged heavy-metal, blood-and-guts teenage thing under way, with interruptions for well-behaved meals with Dad.
The acquaintance I've begun to make with fellow BC contributors is among things that will this week lead to changes in the blogroll, where I've regretfully already pruned a number of places which seem to have forever faded away.
 The Wildcat has had an eventful and not so quiet weekend herself, this I know.
However, if I told you anything about it, the rest of my life wouldn't be worth living, so discretion must be the better part of adventures of the heart.
She certainly deserves a flower, though.
We're planting it on dangerous ground here tonight, but she's left me with no choice and deserves a bunch of them: jonquils. I can't credit the photographer (a 404 from Google), but if I credit my ears with correctly hearing something said tonight, which I most certainly do, then -- wow, is this old grey wolf in trouble now!
Suffice to add that it's exactly the kind of hot water I'm very happy to be in. Better for the soul even than a "frank exchange of views" at BC.
On which note I'll call it a day, because I've got to be bushy-tailed rather too early tomorrow morning for my liking...
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