How draconian can you get?
July 23, 2008
I was looking at the Acceptable Use Policy at The Times Online, where I found the following little gem:
2. Acceptable Use Policy
You agree to abide by all applicable laws, regulations and codes of conduct and ensure that any content uploaded or distributed or stored by you does not infringe the rights of others.
All material on the Websites and any material sent to you by e-mail or any other form from the Websites (the “content”) or in any way relating to the Websites belongs to our licensors or us. You may retrieve and display content from the Websites on the Electronic Device on which you first accessed it or downloaded it, print a single copy of individual pages on paper and store such pages for caching purposes only, all for your personal and non-commercial use alone. (emphasis mine)
This struck me as monumentally dumb. What that basically means is that The Times would like to make it illegal for me to start reading this article at work, then bookmark it and finish reading it at home. I either have to finish reading it at work, or (because they’re a nice lot, really) I can print one (1) copy.
Honestly, how needlessly draconian can you get? What is the point of preventing that kind of activity, even if it was technically possible (which I seriously doubt it is)? Don’t our friends at The Times want us to read what they write? If so, then why not make it easy?
For example, I don’t normally put a
nofollow on my links. For these guys, I have. Because I don’t think they deserve linkage, but I think you (dear reader) deserve to be able to see what I’m talking about. Now I obviously don’t have a huge readership (or a great PageRank), but if Scoble or Arrington did something like this, The Times would’ve just lost a fair amount of Google Juice. Especially if they mentioned that that’s what they were doing.
I don’t know why this is a big enough issue for me to be worth writing about, but it is. When I see blatantly idiotic behaviour like this, I have to say something, because something in my head just screams “This Is Wrong!” Usually I react by having a quiet word to a mate. In this case, I’m not being so subtle.