Gr’unn!

cover of Gromnibus

A can’t miss bargain to be had at De Slegte in Amsterdam right now: copies of Gr’omnibus, a treasure trove of sequential art from Groningen, the Athens of the North; an invaluable treasure now yours for only two euro fifty! Why you should bother? Because you get to sample some 40 odd (some very odd) Dutch (as well as the occasional furreign) cartoon talents, culled from the pages of one of the most consistent of Dutch underground comix zines, G’runn.

Most foreigners might be forgiven for believing there’s not much more to the Netherlands than Amsterdam, Den Haag and perhaps some pittoresque village like (ugh) Volendam, with Zeeland thrown in for free for our German friends who tend to encamp on the beaches there each summer in a more benign re-enactment of the Maydays of 1940, but there are other interesting cities in the rest of the Netherlands as well, even up North. Groningen (Gr’unn in the local dialect) is one of them, a university town big enough not to be overwhelmed by it with a decent local art scene and nightlife, a city in which over the years a thriving alt-comix scene has been established.

In 1996 a few of them started Gr’unn, which since then has published a lot of up and coming cartoonists. People like Barbara Stok, Mark Hendriks, Amoebe, the Lamelos collective, Marcel Ruijters, Reinder Dijkhuis, Berend Vonk, all had strips in Gr’unn. And as such it helped establish, together with Zone 5300 and more amateur zines like Impuls or Iris, the first generation of cartoonists neither interested in going the traditional comics route of magazines or newspapers, nor in consciously rebelling against this, but who just went their own way.

Any anthology of a comix zine celebrating its ten years anniversary will always be uneven and of course Gr’omnibus is this as well. Some of the cartoonists are better or more interesting than others, while there’s a huge mix of styles and subjects represented as well. But there is common ground as well. Autobiographical or fantasy, stick figures or obsessive crosshatching, what most of the stories and artists present have in common is a prediliction for the light ironic and the cynical, short gag stories but with a twist of bitterness and not too much emotional investment. It’s a style of writing I quite like, though it can be a bit wearing in large doses. No real masterpieces here, but still more gems than dross and no real bad stories either.

So if you’re in Amsterdam and you want a cheap way to sample a huge chunk of the contemporary Dutch comix scene, go get Gr’omnibus from de Slegte. It’s in the middle of Kalverstraat so even tourists should be able to find it.

Carnegie was no saint either

Good news everybody! Forty modern day robber barons have decided they can miss fifty percent of their vast wealth:

The world of philanthropy got a huge financial boost today as more than 30 American billionaires pledged to give away at least half of their fortunes to charitable causes, signing up to a campaign launched by Warren Buffett and Bill Gates.

In an unprecedented mass commitment, top figures including New York’s mayor Michael Bloomberg, the hotel heir Barron Hilton, CNN media mogul Ted Turner, and the Star Wars director George Lucas lent their names to the “giving pledge”, an initiative founded last month to encourage America’s richest families to commit money to “society’s most pressing problems”.

The pledge is not a legally binding contract but is described as a moral commitment. Buffett, the legendary Nebraska-based financier known as the “sage of Omaha”, welcomed the influx of support: “At its core, the giving pledge is about asking wealthy families to have important conversations about their wealth and how it will be used. We’re delighted that so many people are doing that.”

He added that many of those involved were committing sums far greater than the 50% minimum. Buffett himself is handing the vast bulk of his $47bn fortune to the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, which is largely orientated towards tackling disease in developing countries.

Nick Mamatas, talking about something else entirely:

So when I hear of an organization that’s very unsavory, but that certainly hands out some money to nice very savory people, and sends out limos for them to ride in just like successful people supposedly do, and really only recruits a teeeensy bit, and didn’t didn’t the association just a few years ago rejig its corporate holdings to separate its limo-riding parties and legitimate business from that less savory stuff…call me unmoved. It’s still a mob sausage and pepper sandwich in your hand, even if the guy who handed it to you didn’t say, “If you take a bite, that means you love the Bonnano crime family!” You’re still chilling with mobsters even if you’re not there with your fist in the air, chanting, “Lou! Lou! Lou!” as some of your neighbors are when the guy you knew as the pizzeria man takes the stage, says a few lines in a dialect you don’t understand, and is suddenly and inexplicably very popular.

That some billionaires and multimillionaires decided to play philantrope does not excuse their wealth, nor the way they amassed it. That some lucky causes will get millions showered on them is great, but it’s still fundamentally undemocratic and wrong that a small group of people can decide which problems are sexy enough to deserve their support. Their charity does not change the system under which most people live lives of quiet desperation so a few lucky people can grandstand. Of course, had their wealth been taxed appropriately we wouldn’t have this problem, but on the other hand I don’t trust the US government not to buy more wartoys for that money….

Meme time

Phil has managed to put together an interesting little blog meme together, asking the following five questions:

  1. the blogs you read regularly when you started blogging
  2. the blogs you read regularly now
  3. some blogs you’ve stopped reading (and why)
  4. the blog you’ve started reading most recently
  5. every blog you’ve ever contributed to

He has done a pretty good job answering his own questions, let’s see if I can do as well:

1 the blogs you read regularly when you started blogging: I became aware of blogs in 2000/2001 but was still mostly an Usenet person, as well as being on dailup rather than broadband. So the first blogs I read where by regulars fromt he science fiction newsgroups, like Avedon Carol or the Nielsen Haydens. This was just before the warbloggers took over the medium when it was still mainly nerds ‘n geeks that blogged, to me more a sideline to Usenet than a replacement. It was only a year later, as the great flood of rightwing assholes starting blogs about how we need to kill all the ragheads that I started Wis[s]e Words, as Usenet had become unusable and I needed somewhere to shout, rather than just at the telly. The booklog however had been going for a year already at that point, having been started in 2001 as a way of keeping track of everything I’d read. So it was mainly nerdy and booklogs I read, things like Boing Boing. This is the earliest existing snapshot of blogs I follwoed on the Internet Archive.

2 the blogs you read regularly now: I tried to regularly read all the blogs in the sidebar to the right, as well as those on my other blogs. Usually however I start at Unfogged, where the posts are dull but the threads are as Usenetty as everything you’d be likely to find these days, followed by Jamie, Roy and Aaronvitch Watch. These four I hit up first thing in the morning everyday, as they usually all have something new every day that’s interesting, funny and easy to digest. Phil himself is somebody I regularly check as well, but is one of those bloggers you have patience for, but if there’s something there it’s always a treat. Then there’s James, the various comics bloggers, the more serious political bloggers and depending how dull the day is, I go through the entire blogroll.

3 some blogs you’ve stopped reading (and why): quite a few blogs I’ve stopped following through the years. Some just stopped blogging, like Justin, but with a lot I just lost interest, either because a blog itself became boring, or more that I lost interest in a given category of blogs. Ditched the nerdy blogs, the “readable rightwingers”, the techy blogs, added more socialists, and so on. Since Obama’s election it has been the American socalled liberal blogs that have become utterly dull, either hegemonised into the Democratic Party mainstream, or just so demoralised by the amazing revelation that Barack Obama is not quite the second coming of FDR they’ve become boring in their hatred. Some of the more mainstream political English blogs may go the same way, as the new political realities hit home.

But the blog I miss the most didn’t end because the blogger lost interest or that I lost interest, but because he killed himself. I’m talking about Aaron Hawkins, the self styled Uppity Negro who was geeky, smart, wickedly funny, incredibly good at getting at the not so hidden racist within each warblogger, overall perhaps the best blogger I’ve ever read, but it wasn’t enough. On September 3, 2004 he committed suicide. Almost six years ago now, I still miss him.

4 the blog you’ve started reading most recently: let’s make that three. First, K-Punk, socialist theory made interesting and even a bit cool. Then there’s Indistinguishable from Magic, all about how one particular person thinks about comics and creating comics, which is always been the sort of thing I like. Finally, Gin and Tacos, a sarky and sane look at US politics, one of the few American politics orientated blogs still worth reading.

5 every blog you’ve ever contributed to: quite a few. My Booklog is the oldest, started in 2001. This was followed on March 7 2002 with this one, Wis[s]e Words, as an outlet for political and other frustrations. Prog Gold was set up on November 1, 2002, back when I still thought blogs could change the world and I could harness their power. Intended to be something like what Daily Kos is now, a central clearinghouse for the “progressive blogosphere” it has since mutated into a two person groupblog, though with S. still in hospital even this is not true at the moment. When she was blogging, it always got more hits than Wis[s]e Words ever did.

Inbetween those two I also started Linkse Gedachten, een Dutch language blog and contributed occasionally to American Samizdat. I won’t even mention the Livejournal, mainly kept to be able to comment on other people’s journals…

So…. Your turn?

I need a digicam

…so I can do a Branko and actually take some pictures when traveling around the city. I bike to work at about seven AM every day (well, only ten minutes or so to the ferry to take me to Central Station) and there’s all sort of wildlife coming out that early, in the various unclaimed pieces wasteland by the water side. One spot in particular, when I have to cross a canal and which used to be used by the building crews for the North-South metro tunnel, is rife with birds as well as rabbits, profiting from a benign neglect. Lots of undergrowth, fairly quiet and nobody as of yet interested in redeveloping this little area. So each morning I’m greeted by sparrows, magpies (whom I always greet: “hello mr magpie, how are you today” as apparantly it brings bad luck otherwise; when they do say something back it’s usually just a “mustn’t grumble”), pidgeons, rabbits as well as parakeets or parrots, the latter descended from escaped/released cage birds.

It would be nice to be able to take pictures of this, especially since S. is still in hospital, having had to go back in in early July, with the prospect hanging in front of her of quite a few more months of having to stay there, with another operation to look forward to. Having some pictures of what she’s missing this year might help a bit in taking her mind off when the internet, radio or television are no longer working…

Metal Monday: you slay me

Four bands today: three old favourites and one newly discovered old veteran. To start with the last, Saxon is an old unrepentant New Wave of British Heavy Metal band, of whom I got a couple of albums but which was never a true favourite. Until I rediscoved this:



S.O.D., Stormtroopers of Death on the other hand I’ve always liked. A side project with several of Anthrax’s original members, they don’t really take themselves at all serious. Some of their ballads are on the long side however:



Slayer is one of the Big Four of Thrash Metal, together with Anthrax, Megadeth and of course Metallica. They deserve two songs/ First up, South of Heaven:



And this is their most evil song: Dead Skin Mask:



Then there’s Sepultura, another giant of Thrash Metal, with Dead Embryonic Cells: