If you wish to witness an old-fashioned beatdown, scurry over to the IP Draughts corner of the marketplace of ideas to see Mark Anderson dismantle—Marquess of Queensbury rules!—a Google patent purchase agreement (here).
I too am prone to meting out vigilante justice. Go here for my analysis of another Google contract, a services agreement. But it’s a model of professionalism compared to the contract Mark looked at.
Whenever I’ve prepared this sort of analysis of a company template, before making it public I’ve attempted to contact an appropriate person at the company in question. My goal isn’t public shaming, but simply to explore why company templates are the way they are. And the most obvious people with whom to start that conversation are those responsible for a given contract.
But so far, I’ve never received a response to my overtures. I have no right to expect that busy in-house counsel at big companies will give me the time of day. But if you refuse even to acknowledge my attempts to contact you, you can’t fault me for assuming that you’re shunning me for having the temerity to question your work. And you can’t be surprised if instead of shelving my analysis I look to initiate a broader conversation with my readers.
So if I contact your about one of your contracts, why not respond?
Vox clamati in deserto, Ken. Nobody whose contract you would shred will be reading this blog.
That’s some badass Latin …
Don’t know how badass, but certainly bad. Mea culpa. I really did know it should be vox clamantis in deserto, but the brain and the fingers were on different trajectories.
Sic transit gloria mundi
I believe that was the headline in Variety when a subway breakdown caused Gloria Swanson to miss a Sunday matinee.
Fabuloso. Nearly as good as the Scottish newspaper headline, reporting on a football (soccer) match: Super Caley Go Ballistic, Celtic Are Atrocious.
How did the Big Green Machine formerly know by a politically incorrect nickname (vox clamantis in deserto) get inserted into this illustrious blog? All this Latin is beyond those of us who missed going to school in Boston where it seems to be the language of choice.
I’m as mystified as you are, and I plan to put a stop to it immediately … ;-)