I have two televisions at home, and watch one program regularly on each. Weeknights in my kitchen, I enjoy Law & Order: svu while cooking dinner. Sunday mornings, I sit with The McLaughlin Group in my living room. On occasion I catch The Daily Show, nba Basketball, or 60 Minutes, but I’m not religious about them. Reception on both sets is hit-and-miss, limited to whatever my rabbit ears can catch.
Sometimes I love TV, but I’ve never felt the need for a cable or satellite connection. During the past year, I have seen every frame of The Office (the British version), The Sopranos, Arrested Development, South Park, Chappelle’s Show, and the bbc documentary The Power of Nightmares, along with entire seasons of Six Feet Under and Curb Your Enthusiasm. Soon I will get around to 24, Trailer Park Boys, and Deadwood.
Of the shows on that list, only 24 and Arrested Development appear on antenna TV where I live, in Toronto. (ctv’s dusty Sopranos reruns don’t count. The home team lags a full season behind hbo.) dvd collections are available for most of the other shows, though I imagine they are expensive. I wouldn’t know—I get mine for free on the Internet. I download them with BitTorrent, the latest acme of file-sharing technology, and a mortal enemy of the world’s copyright laws.
Napster, file-sharing’s original supervillain, was like Barry Bonds as a young baseball player: slick and spry. Its network was an efficient delivery tool for digitally compressed music files (i.e., mp3s), but only because they are small and relatively easy to move. Napster, to stretch the baseball analogy, scored with singles and steals. It made music free, but no more than that: the network’s architecture left it too weak to share so-called “big media objects,” such as the supersize TV files that I like to grab. (Napster’s resurrection as an online, for-profit mp3 store is as wrong as an anarchy symbol on a Starbucks cup. Pretend it never happened.)
BitTorrent is an evolution, the twenty-first-century Bonds: bulked up beyond belief, a peerless power hitter with an imperfect reputation. BitTorrent specializes in big media; it is the Internet’s top distributor of free feature films, television shows, computer software, video games, and entire music albums. Any creative work that can be copied to a cd or dvd can be—and most often is—shared planetwide via BitTorrent. Its client applications (BitTorrent is the technology; myriad programs have been built to activate it) can complete in minutes transfers that took hours on Napster, giving people who have already made their ethical peace with downloading five-megabyte mp3s the means to take 500-megabyte anthologies instead. A cynic might compare the gulf between Napster and BitTorrent to the difference between shoplifting and larceny.
The BitTorrent protocol was invented by a Washington computer programmer, Bram Cohen, in 2001. He was unemployed at the time, jaded by a string of unfulfilling jobs at uninspired dotcoms. “I decided I finally wanted to work on a project that people would actually use, would actually work, and would actually be fun,” Cohen told the New York Times last winter. More recently, Time magazine reported that he has a “Destroy Capitalism” sticker stuck to his PC.
Cohen’s invention has already reshaped digital culture. Last November, when BitTorrent had roughly 20 million users worldwide, a British Internet watchdog found that its file transfers accounted for a staggering 35 percent of the world’s online traffic. Subsequent media exposure has only increased BitTorrent’s user base, now pegged at 30 million.
How BitTorrent works is hard to explain. Older downloading tools such as Napster operated as one-way streets. Users wanting, say, an mp3 music file got it directly from a computer that already had it, so all transfers flowed in a straight line. BitTorrent instead creates “swarms.” Downloaders like me use a small file called a torrent to connect to dozens, even hundreds, of computers at a time. We gain access to huge media files—a full season of 24, perhaps—that have been chopped into small fragments to be easily shared among members of the swarm. My computer might download one fragment from a computer in London, another from a computer in Los Angeles, a third from Lagos. Next, it asks London and Los Angeles if it needs the fragment I took from Lagos, then sends it along if the answer is yes. BitTorrent downloads and uploads at the same time, turning file-sharing into a multi-lane highway that swaps data faster than Napster and its relatives ever could. Every computer labours for the swarm; the swarm labours for every computer.
If that still sounds complicated, well, it is. Activating your first torrent can be like alchemy. (Consider it this decade’s equivalent of programming a vcr: if stuck, ask your kids for help.) Sort it out, though, and BitTorrent grants you the ability to scan the Internet before bed, download and launch a few torrents, then wake up in the morning with a new Hollywood blockbuster, cbs drama, Xbox game, and/or the complete works of your favourite band parked on your desktop. The only cost is bandwidth, unless you count the burden on your conscience: Canada has no firm legal stance on file-sharing. The country has a long-standing levy on blank audio-recording media that theoretically allows Canadians to make private copies of copyrighted works for commercial use. But last year, the Federal Court of Appeal turned down a government attempt to impose a similar tariff on mp3 players such as Apple’s iPod. There has been talk of new, Internet-sensitive copyright legislation in Ottawa, but in the meantime, the rule is that there are no rules. But I’m straying. None of this describes what it feels like to watch torrent TV as a matter of habit. The first, best thing is that BitTorrent makes television available whenever I choose to view it. For example, I’m often out the door by the time Arrested Development airs. But thanks to BitTorrent, I can find and download the episode later on, then save and watch it at my leisure. This is “time-shifting”—moving the TV shows that I want to watch to fit my schedule. It’s all the rage in highend digital television, although companies such as Rogers expect me to pay for the privilege.
I am also forever rewinding torrent TV to hear dialogue I missed the first time through—a convenience so habit-forming that I often try to do the same with regular TV. And shows with their commercials intact are a rare find. Downloading shows without commercials means most sitcoms last twenty-two minutes, while hour-long dramas end in forty-five. Most files I download are sized to look their best in tiny windows, but the picture is passable from my couch across the room, full-size on a flat-screen computer monitor.
