Thieving thieves and their thieving thievery

February 18, 2013 § 27 Comments

I pedaled over to the CRB crit this morning and it was cold. I had a cup of coffee. I bought three cookies for fifty cents. I got my number and forty-seven safety pins and began pinning it on. Armin Rahm let me sit in one of his chairs, which warmed my back. Kristy Morrow and Haldane Morris were getting ready to race instead of toting the giant cameras with which they can normally be seen.

Along with Danny Munson, BJ Hale, Brian Hodes, Greg de Guzman, PinkShorts, Christy Nicholson, and a slew of other fine race photographers, Kristy and Haldane make up the photo corps that documents the local races with such amazing quality and detail.

After I got my number pinned on I was going to go over and chat with Kristy about the photos she’d taken at the UCLA road race yesterday. At that very moment, I felt a deep and powerful rumbling in my lower gut.

A very public performance

This was unusual; although I’m a bit of a dribbler before racing, I’m hardly ever a crumper, and this was a lowdown churning sending a message to my brain saying, “Find a deep hole quick or we’re gonna need a hazmat squad!”

I clattered over to the cages, and since my 50+ Elderly Prostate race was going off in fifteen minutes there was already a solid line. Pottymouth that he is, Chris Lotts understands the importance of potties, and there were four stalls to accommodate us. As I stood in the queue it lengthened behind me. My turn came, not a second too soon, either.

I dashed in, hung my jersey on the peg (careful not to drop anything on the floor, eccch), and quickly sat down. There was action in the cage to my right and to my left. Righty was dribbling, and Lefty sounded like he was in the mop-up stages of his pre-race crump.

What happened next was astonishing. I know that it couldn’t have had anything to do with dinner the night before, which consisted of two large servings of spicy pork bulgogi, four servings of spicy kimchi, three servings of spicy cucumbers in vinegar, lots of hot herbal tea, all topped off with a big bowl of yogurt and fruit. I also know that it couldn’t have had anything to do with the fibrous breakfast I’d just eaten, the pot of hot coffee I’d just drunk, the forty-five minutes of hard pedaling to get to the race course, the extra hot cup of coffee I’d just downed, the chocolate chip cookies I’d just eaten, or the handful of dates I’d just scarfed. Nope, it couldn’t have been any of those things.

But it might have been all of them combined, because I let out an enormous braaaaaack, then a whummmmmp, then a staccato tackatackatackatacka fusillade of small arms fire, then a massive flurlurlurlurlurrrrrrp discharge of the River Ganges that sounded like a waterfall filled with raisins and dates, then a high-pitched bibibibibibiiiiii whine like a bottle rocket, then another deep whummmmmp, and then an airy, balloon-emptying blaaaaaat, terminating with a pfssssssssst.

It all happened in the clench of a sphincter, and after the racket subsided and the sounds stopped bouncing off the inside of the plastic shell, I realized that all around me there was…nothing. Righty was silent. Lefty was silent. All chatter and banter outside the cage had gone mute.

Before I had time to get embarrassed, the second movement of my public symphony commenced. This time it began with the fusillade, went straight to whump, and finished with the blaaat, which sounded like a kid trying to blow a proper note on a trumpet for the first time, and failing.

More silence.

I pulled up my shorts and bravely opened the door. Thirty or so awed and very frightened bike racers stood there, all but a couple averting their gaze. No matter that they all had to go so badly that they were tap dancing in their cleats, not a single person moved towards my potty, which was now vacant.

I looked straight at Mr. Next In Line. “Might want to give that ‘un a second or two to air out,” I said.

He nodded, pale, and didn’t budge.

Oh, the race?

Since I’d already won Pro 1/2/3/4/5/Masters/Women’s/Juniors’ potty competition, the race was anticlimactic. I attacked a couple of time, chased a couple of breaks, and went for a no-hoper solo flyer on the last lap which ended the same way such boneheaded moves always do: Caught with half a lap to go, dropped by the supercharged field, and rolling across the finish DFL many seconds in arrears.

After the race I rode over to my office in Torrance to work for a few hours. “Work” of course involved checking out the photos taken by Kristy and Haldane the day before.

There were some great ones. Me quitting the race in ignominy. Mike Easter winning in his national champion’s kit. Jeff Konsmo sprinting for the win. The local Pearblossom tweeker driving around, flipping off cyclists, and telling them to “ride on the sidewalk.” [Author’s note: The nearest sidewalk is 47 miles away, in Los Angeles.]

After a few minutes, one thing became obvious. The same thing that’s obvious after every race: People were stealing the photos.

Can we call it what it is?

When a photographer takes a picture, and you take it without their permission, it’s stealing. It’s no different from taking someone’s money, or their spare wheelset, or their wallet.

It’s stealing.

Virtually all of the local race photographers have their photos in a gallery on Smugmug or some similar site. This means you can go to the gallery, PAY FOR THE PHOTO, and then download it. It often costs a whole two or three dollars.

But bike racers being bike racers, the trend is to steal the image, remove the watermark, and then use it as  a profile picture or main feature on a team web site. Why don’t the thieving thieves consider this thievery? Because they have figured it out in their own minds that it’s not stealing. Here’s how they rationalize the theft:

  1. “I gave the photographer credit for the photo.” Nice. So you not only stole it, you rubbed his nose in it. Photo thieves think there’s this giant Photo Credit Bank in the sky, where, as long as you “give the photographer credit,” the bank rains money down on them. Guess what? There is no Photo Credit Bank. Guess what else? Just because you admit you stole something doesn’t mean you didn’t steal it.
  2. “I’m helping promote their work. It gets their name out.” Right. Kind of like how you promote Michael Jackson by illegally downloading his music without paying for it and then play it to “get his name out?” Or the way you promote Steven Spielberg by ripping off his movies? That kind of “promotion” is called “stealing.”
  3. “They don’t care. They’re just glad we appreciate their work.” Yes, they do care. And you’re not appreciating it. You’re stealing it. If you appreciated it, you’d pay for it.
  4. “It’s part of their cost of doing business. They sell some of those photos, which makes up for the ones they don’t sell.” Exactly. In retail it’s called “shrinkage,” or, more technically, “shoplifting.” It’s a cost of doing business all right, the cost of crime.
  5. “So sue me.” Glad you brought that up. Check out these links to find out the kind of hot water that can be boiled up around your tender parts for stealing pictures: Blogger sued for infringement; Company sued for photo theft; Ways you can get hosed using images without permission.

So what’s a feller to do?

When one of our local photographers takes your picture as you battle it out for 37th place in the Masters 75+ race, tags you on Facebook, and it pops up as a notification, check it out and see if you like it. If you do, go the web site and buy a copy. But don’t take it, strip the watermark, and use it as your profile picture. After you’ve bought it, it’s good form to confirm with the photographer how you plan to use it and that they approve. It’s not only polite, it could keep you out of hot water, and most importantly it will keep them coming to the races and making us the beneficiaries of their superlative work.

If you’ve got hundreds of photos on your Facebook page, take a minute to scroll through them and make sure that if they’re race photos you haven’t copied and pasted without buying or getting permission. One or two falling through the cracks might be understandable, but more than that and it’s a pattern. A bad one.

None of this is supposed to be an explanation of your legal rights, or, Dog forbid, legal counsel. Rather, it’s a plea to quit ripping off your friends, and if you’ve ripped them off by mistake, or in error…correct the mistake. You’ll find that money, timely paid, covers a multitude of sins.

If you’re ever in doubt, ask first. You’ll be glad you did, and they’ll be even more so.

And if you need a quiet place to sit down and think all this over, just don’t go into Stall No. 3.

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§ 27 Responses to Thieving thieves and their thieving thievery

  • Dan says:

    That makes 2 keyboards and a monitor you owe me now. On a serious note it makes me feel good that someone older than me (44) still thinks poopoo and peepee are still funny. Too bad you didnt have a scale for before and after comparison. You might have broken the 1 pound mark. Today was the best waste of company time surfing the interweb i have ever had.
    -DKB-

  • Mo'Nilla says:

    It’s not limited to race photos. Anyone who downloads stuff without paying needs to go here for an explanation of how they are “loving” their favorite artists to death:
    http://www.CreativeAmerica.org

  • Albacore says:

    Sooo. . . how exactly can one remove the watermark?

    • Admin says:

      Soak the computer/handheld device in hot water. Add bleach. Let it sit outside overnight. The next morning all the watermarks will be gone.

  • Todd Brown says:

    I’m always impressed how my kids understand this and my peers don’t quite grasp it. It’s generational for lots of thieving.
    Thanks for the reminder and the lesson.

  • Deb says:

    Excellent public service announcement for photographers – thank you! The two you mentioned do excellent work and deserve to be compensated for it. C’mon, folks, with what you spend on your bikes (and kits, and races, etc) you can surely fork over a few bucks to proudly display a well-taken and expertly presented photo, yes? But Mr. Wankmeister, is it OK if we borrow and share your blog posts or do we need to send coupons for kimchi? Because this one, well, is just begging to be shared…

  • Wankomodo says:

    I take photos for fun, but for those who do it for a living deserve to be paid for their work. The cost of photo equipment totally eclipses the cost of bike stuff. Just the camera body I see Jake toting around costs more than a high end racing bike, and each pro quality lens is several thousand dollars. Even super pro photogs don’t make shit. My cousin shoots covers for magazines and barely breaks even.

  • Running Cyclist says:

    Ha! Only you could make what happens in the cages before a race something I want to share with others. That’s talent. And it takes a real man to look everyone in the eye upon vacating the scene. I’m still wiping the tears off my face and I have a headache from laughing so hard. Howard Stern once wondered “At what age will this type of humor stop being funny?” Now that I’m in my 40’s, I know the answer is “never.” Thanks for making porta potties cool. And thanks for the note about the photos. Sometimes the obvious is conveniently overlooked.

  • teamblack3 says:

    It was my job to keep the Polyjohns stocked with TP yesterday. I always peek in the receptacle because I’m curious about that stuff. I saw your dates in Polyjohn number 3. You should chew them longer.

  • darelldd says:

    Oh good lord. Why does it make me cry harder the second and third read through? Sorry… not the stealing part. The part that demands emotional involvement.

    Isn’t it amazingly satisfying when you get ‘er done before the ride? There’s always that, “should I take the time and make the mess?” waffle period. Why do we wonder if it is a good idea?

  • leo_d says:

    Safety pin gluttony is frowned upon and socially unacceptable. Please recycle.

    • Admin says:

      I’ve been using those same eleven pins since 1986. After each race I clean off the sweat and carefully repack them in a special box, inlaid with mother-of-pearl.

  • Thanks for the writeup! Although Allen Bean, Haldane Morris, and I enjoy shooting photos as much as we love racing, it’s nice to receive money as it goes into our equipment, gas, and time editing. By donating (whether it’s money or products) or paying for the photos is a sure way to get your photos taken much more. Ripping off photos for your team website or sponsor site without consent is a sure way to make it on our “Banned Rider” list. We hope that you enjoy our pictures!

    • Admin says:

      You guys are great. Thanks for being such a key part in making the racing here fun and rewarding!

      • By the way, I’m pretty sure I walked into your potty. I remember opening the door and thinking ” For the love of God, who would do such a thing?!” I was tempted to shovel sand into the toilet. Seriously, steam was coming out and my eyes were watering. Unfortunately, breathing into my jersey didn’t help. I had near vomit like moments. Next time, I’m bringing cat litter. BTW, who keeps taking the toilet roll off the dispenser and putting it on the dirty wet ground?!

      • Admin says:

        Not me! TP is for wusses!

      • Admin says:

        Laughing really hard now…

  • vavoom says:

    I’ve noticed that photographers for runs (e.g. Carlsbad Half Marathon) use some software that doesn’t allow users to download/save pictures unless you pay for them.

    Kristy – how come you guys don’t use the same software that the running photographers use to protect your work?

  • Just Some Guy says:

    I gave the local photographer my prime money once and confessed to him that I had downloaded some images for free.

    His response:

    “I always just let people have low res images.”

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