Foto oben: „Norways Prime minister hugging the leader of the AUF camp after the massacre“ von Tommy Ellingsen im Aftenbladet, hier die Ansprache von Premier Jens Stoltenberg im Transkript von seiner offiziellen Website:
Dear all of you,
It is nearly two days since Norway was hit by the worst atrocity it has seen since the Second World War. On Utøya, and in Oslo. It seems like an eternity.
These have been hours, days and nights filled with shock, despair, anger and weeping.
Today is a day for mourning. Today, we will allow ourselves to pause. Remember the dead. Mourn those who are no longer with us. 92 lives have been lost. Several people are still missing. Every single death is a tragedy. Together they add up to a national tragedy. We are still struggling to take in the scale of this tragedy.
Many of us know someone who has been lost. Even more know of someone. I knew several.
One of them was Monica. She worked on Utøya for 20 years or so. For many of us she was Utøya. Now she is dead. Shot and killed while providing care and security for young people from all over the country. Her husband John and daughters Victoria and Helene are in Drammen Church today.
It is so unfair. I want you to know that we are weeping with you.
Another is Tore Eikeland. Leader of the Labour Youth League in Hordaland and one of our most talented young politicians. I remember him being met with acclaim by the whole Labour national congress when he gave a stirring speech against the EU Postal Directive, and won the debate. Now he is dead. Gone for ever. It is incomprehensible.
These are two of those we have lost.
We have lost many more on Utøya and in the government offices. We will soon have their names and pictures. Then the full extent of this evil act will become apparent in all its horror. This will be a new ordeal.
But we will get through this too.
Amidst all this tragedy, I am proud to live in a country that has managed to hold its head up high at a critical time. I have been impressed by the dignity, compassion and resolve I have met. We are a small country, but a proud people.
We are still shocked by what has happened, but we will never give up our values. Our response is more democracy, more openness, and more humanity. But never naivity. No one has said it better than the Labour Youth League girl who was interviewed by CNN:
“If one man can create that much hate, you can only imagine how much love we as a togetherness can create.”
Finally, I would like to say to the families all over the country who have lost one of their loved ones: You have my and the whole of Norway’s deepest sympathy for your loss. Not only that. The whole world shares your sorrow.
I have promised to pass on the condolences of Barack Obama, Vladimir Putin, Frederik Reinfeldt, Angela Merkel and many other heads of state and government. This cannot make good your loss. Nothing can bring your loved ones back. But we all need support and comfort when life is at its darkest. Now life is at its darkest for you.
I want you to know that we are there for you.
Russell Brand, der – damals selbst ein Junkie – Amy Winehouse in Camden kennenlernte, lange bevor beide berühmt wurden, hat auf seiner Website einen Nachruf aufgeschrieben.
I’ve known Amy Winehouse for years. When I first met her around Camden she was just some twit in a pink satin jacket shuffling round bars with mutual friends, most of whom were in cool Indie bands or peripheral Camden figures Withnail-ing their way through life on impotent charisma. Carl Barrat told me that “Winehouse” (which I usually called her and got a kick out of cos it’s kind of funny to call a girl by her surname) was a jazz singer, which struck me as a bizarrely anomalous in that crowd. To me with my limited musical knowledge this information placed Amy beyond an invisible boundary of relevance; “Jazz singer? She must be some kind of eccentric” I thought. I chatted to her anyway though, she was after all, a girl, and she was sweet and peculiar but most of all vulnerable.
I was myself at that time barely out of rehab and was thirstily seeking less complicated women so I barely reflected on the now glaringly obvious fact that Winehouse and I shared an affliction, the disease of addiction. […] I was 27 years old when through the friendship and help of Chip Somers of the treatment centre, Focus12 I found recovery, through Focus I was introduced to support fellowships for alcoholics and drug addicts which are very easy to find and open to anybody with a desire to stop drinking and without which I would not be alive.
Now Amy Winehouse is dead, like many others whose unnecessary deaths have been retrospectively romanticised, at 27 years old. Whether this tragedy was preventable or not is now irrelevant. It is not preventable today. We have lost a beautiful and talented woman to this disease. Not all addicts have Amy’s incredible talent. Or Kurt’s or Jimi’s or Janis’s, some people just get the affliction. All we can do is adapt the way we view this condition, not as a crime or a romantic affectation but as a disease that will kill. We need to review the way society treats addicts, not as criminals but as sick people in need of care. We need to look at the way our government funds rehabilitation. It is cheaper to rehabilitate an addict than to send them to prison, so criminalisation doesn’t even make economic sense. Not all of us know someone with the incredible talent that Amy had but we all know drunks and junkies and they all need help and the help is out there. All they have to do is pick up the phone and make the call. Or not. Either way, there will be a phone call.
Der Täter von Osla hat ein 1500seitiges Manifest und ein 12minütiges Video ins Netz gestellt, bevor er über 90 Menschen umgebracht hat, viele davon Kids. Auf den letzten Seiten des Buchs finden sich 7 Bilder, eins von ihm in einer klassischen Uniform, eins im Gas-Anzug, eins in sowas wie einem Taucheranzug und modernster Ausrüstung und Bazooka und eins mit Mutti und Schwester im Gasten mit umgehängten Blumenkranz. Seriously… wie abgefuckt soll das denn bitte noch werden? (update: Keine Bazooka sondern ein Gewehr, Gas-Anzug mit Templer-Abzeichen.)
Ich hänge mir hier keine Bilder dieses Arschlochs rein,
habe aber das Bazooka- und Blümchenbild in ein ZIP gepackt, hier der Download. Reuters: YouTube video apparently shows Norway killer with gun, hier das Posting, das grade bei Googleplus rumgeht.
Der Oslo-Täter hat ein Manifest veröffentlich. Inkl Propagandavideo. Das ist nichts für schwache Nerven. Mich hauts vom Sockel.
Manifest: ht tp:/ /ww w.2 shared.com/file/M-s-2fBD/2083-AEuropeanDeclarationofInd.html
Video: h tt p:/ /ww w.veoh.com/watch/v21123164bZCBQeZ8
(Bild via Amywinehouse.com)
Amy Winehouse wurde heute in ihrer Wohnung tot aufgefunden, die 27jährige verstarb unter bislang ungeklärten Umständen. 27, fuck! Das Wochenende trete ich hiermit einmal komplett in die Tonne.
Im Moment bin ich nicht zuhause, ich sammel nachher hier dazu ein paar Links. Damn!
[update] Amy Winehouse starb im selben Alter wie Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Brian Jones, Jean-Michel Basquiat und ist damit Mitglied im 27 Club der zu jung gestorbenen Künstler. What a sad day this is.
Vom Rolling Stone: Amy Winehouse Found Dead in London – Police discover 27-year-old singer’s body at her apartment: „Amy Winehouse has died. The 27-year-old British soul singer was reportedly found in her London apartment at 4:05 p.m. GMT. There’s no word on the exact cause of death, but Winehouse had been struggling with drug addiction for many years.“
Musicians Respond to Amy Winehouse’s Death – Tony Bennett, Kelly Clarkson, Rihanna, the Who, Billy Corgan and others grieve for singer, Amy Winehouse Remembered – The British soul diva’s life in pictures
Few artists summed up their own career in a single song — a single line — as well as Amy Winehouse.
“They tried to make me go to rehab,” she sang on her world-conquering 2006 single, “Rehab.” ”I said ‘No, no no.’”
Occasionally, she said yes, but to no avail: repeated stints in hospitals and clinics couldn’t stop alcohol and drugs scuttling the career of a singer whose distinctive voice, rich mix of influences and heart-on-her sleeve sensibility seemed to promise great things.
In her short lifetime, Winehouse too often made headlines because of drug and alcohol abuse, eating disorders, destructive relationships and abortive performances. But it’s her small but powerful body of recorded music that will be her legacy.
Hier noch ihr 51minütiger Auftritt für die BBC. Feinster Soul grandios vorgetragen mit der nötigen Spur Abfuck – der sie heute das Leben gekostet hat – in der Stimme. Amy Winehouse auf dem Höhepunkt ihres Schaffens, so wie ich mich an sie erinneren werde. What a sad, sad Day.
Aus aktuellem Anlass ein altes Posting von 2008 mit dem TED-Talk von Philip Zimbardo, in dem er die psychologischen und neurowissenschaftlichen Hintergründe erklärt, warum aus Menschen Mörder oder Folterer werden. Lässt sich nur bedingt auf die Ereignisse in Norwegen und das Nazimörderarschloch anwenden, ist aber angesichts der Tat sehr interessant. Hier das Posting, Zeitangaben habe ich unverändert übernommen:
Vor einem halben Jahr hatte ich ein Interview mit dem Psychologen Philip Zimbardo verlinkt, der 1971 das berühmt-berüchtigte Stanford-Experiment durchführte, in dem er Studenten in Wärter und Gefangene einteilte und das Grundlage für den Film „Das Experiment“ war. In dem Interview ging es darum, welche psychologischen Trigger dazu führen, das praktisch jeder von uns in der Lage ist, Folter wie in Abu Ghreib anzuwenden.
Zimbardo: Abu Ghraib was under bombardment all the time. In the prison, five soldiers and 20 Iraqi prisoners get killed. That means automatically any soldier working there is under high fear and high stress. Then the insurgency starts in 2003, and they start arresting everyone in sight. When Chip Frederick [starts working at Abu Ghraib] in September, there are 200 prisoners there. Within three months there’s a thousand prisoners with a handful of guards to take care of them, so they’re overwhelmed. Frederick and the others worked 12-hour shifts. How many days a week? Seven. How many days without a day off? Forty. That kind of stress reduces decision-making and critical thinking and rationality. But that’s only the beginning.
He [complained] to higher-ups on the record, “We have mentally ill patients who cover themselves with [excrement]. We have people with tuberculosis that shouldn’t be in this population. We have kids mixed with adults.”
And they tell him, “It’s a war zone. Do your job. Do whatever you have to do.”
Damals hat er auch einen Vortrag während der TED-Konferenz gehalten und ich versprach, das Video nachzuliefern. There you go.
Psychologist Philip Zimbardo knows how easy it is for nice people to turn bad. In this talk, he shares his insights — and graphic, unsettling, unseen photos — from the Abu Ghraib trials, where he served as an expert witness. But he also studies the flip side of this question — how easy it is to become a hero, and how we can help each other rise to the challenge.
Vorsicht, einige der Bilder der Präsentation sind sehr, sehr verstörend und der Vortrag stellt unserer Selbstverständnis und das Konzept „Menschlichkeit“ gehörig auf den Kopf.
Heming Leira shared this on Googleplus this morning: The blog of Prableen Kaur, one of the survivers from Utøya (google translations)
Hell on Utøya
I woke up. I can not sleep more. I’m sitting in the living room. Feeling grief, anger, happiness, God, I do not know what. There are too many emotions. There are too many thoughts. I’m afraid. I react to the slightest sound. I will write about what happened on Utøya. What my eyes saw, what I felt, what I did. The words come straight from the liver, but I would also anonymize many names out of respect for my friends.
We had a crisis meeting in the main building after the explosions in Oslo. After that there was a meeting for members of Akershus and Oslo. After the meetings were many, many people around and in the main building. We consoled ourselves that we were safe on an island. No one knew that hell would break out with us too.
I stood in the main time when panic broke out. I heard shots. I saw him shoot. All started to run. The first thought was: “Why shoot the police on us? What the hell? “I ran into the little room. People ran. Screamed. I was scared. I managed to get into one of the rooms at the back of the building. We were many in there. We lay on the floor all together. We heard several shots. Were more afraid. I cried. I knew nothing. I saw my best friend through the window and wondered if I should go out and bring him to me. I did not. I saw fear in his eyes. We were lying on the floor inside the room for a few minutes. We agreed not to release more in case the killer came. We heard several shots and decided to jump out the window. Panic broke out among us. All in the room rushed to the window and tried to jump out. I was the last and thought: “I am the last to jump out the window. Now I’m dying. I’m sure, but it might be okay, then I know that the others are safe. “I kasket my bag out the window. Tried to managed down, but lost her grip. I landed hard on the left part of the body. A boy helped me up. We ran into the woods. I looked around. “Is he here? Shoot him for me? Viewing him myself? “A girl had a broken ankle. Another was severely injured. I tried to help a little bit before I went down to the water. I sought cover behind a sort of brick wall. We were many. I prayed, prayed, prayed. I hope that God saw me. I called Mom and said that it was not safe we would meet again, but that I would do anything to clear me. I said several times that I loved her. I heard fear in her voice. She cried. It hurt. I sent a text message to my dad, told him I loved him. I sent a text message to another person I am very, very happy in. We were a little contact. I sent a text message to my best friend. He did not answer. We heard several shots. Snuggled together. Did everything we could to keep warm. There were so many thoughts. I was so scared. My dad called me. I cried, said I loved him. He said he was going with my brother to take me welcome when I come across to the mainland, or they came to the island. There were so many emotions. So many thoughts. I told everything I could. It took some time. The other called parents eventually started all texting for fear that the killer would hear us. I thought of my sister who’s away. How I would tell her how it went? What happened to me. I updated on Twitter and Facebook that I was still alive and that I was “safe.” I wrote that I was waiting for the police. People jumped into the water, started swimming. I was lying. I decided that if he did, I would play dead. I would not run or swim. I can not describe the fear, all your mind, what I felt.
A one came. “I’m from the police.” I was lying. Some shouted back that he had to prove it. I do not remember exactly what he said, but the killer started shooting. He charged. Extension more. He shot those around me. I was lying. I think: “Now it’s over. He’s here. He takes me. Now I’m dying. “People screamed. I heard that others were shot. Others jumped into the water. I was there. The mobile phone in hand. I lay on top of the legs of a girl. Thurs the 2nd was on top of my leg. I was lying. The insert in text messages. The mobile phone rang several times. I was lying. I played dead. I lay there for at least an hour. It was completely quiet. I gently turned her head to see if I could see someone live. I looked like. I saw blood. Fear. I decided to get up. I had been lying on top of a dead body. Thurs like lying to me. I had a guardian angel.
I did not know if he would come back again. I had not the courage to look at all those who had called and texted me. I hurried down to the water. I took off my sweater. It was great. I thought it would be difficult to swim to me. I considered whether I should bring my cell phone or leave it again. I put it in his back pocket and jumped into the water. I saw several others in the water. They had swum far. I saw that someone had gathered around a floating luftbåt or something like that. There were many who picked up those who swam out. I swam, swam, and swam towards the air thing. I screamed. Weep. Was cool. I thought of when I would drown. It was heavier and heavier. I asked. I continued. Was tired arms. Decided to turn my back and just use your legs to swim on. I sank. I started to swim normally again. A little while I thought they had gathered around the air boat began to move away. I screamed. Begged them to wait for me. I must have seen visions. I swam at least a few hundred meters before I arrived. We talked a little together. Did what we called, where we came from. When the boats passed us shouting for help, but they picked up the others just swam first. A man in a boat came to us. He threw out several life jackets. I got hold of one. Got it on me. I held on to the small air boat a long time until the same man came back to pick us up. All got into it. He began to run towards the shore. After a while it started small his boat to take in some water. I did everything I could to get the most water out. I used a bucket. I was exhausted. Another girl in the boat took over. We came to the country. We got blankets. Tears pressed on. I cried more. A woman hugged me. It was so good. I wept aloud. I sobbed. A man lent me his phone. I called my dad, “I live. I did it. Now I am safe. “I hung up. Cry more. We had to walk a bit. Completely unknown people took us into their cars and drove us to Sundvollen hotel. I ran in to see if I could see my best friend. I saw him at any place. I saw a friend. I cried loudly. We hugged each other for long. It was good. I walked around, looking for friends. My heart pounded. I cried more. I signed up with the police, then through all the lists. I did not know about my best friend lived. I looked through all the lists. I could not find his name anywhere. I was scared. I got a duvet. I took off my wet socks. I was half naked. Got a jacket. I tried to dial a bit. Contacted my parents again. My dad and brother were on their way to fetch me. I drank some cocoa. I sat down. Thought. Weep. So many friends. Hugged them. Weep. I borrowed a computer. Updated the Facebook and Twitter again that I was safe. I was at the hotel for several hours before my family came. I looked for familiar. I talked to a priest. I told all I had seen. It was a good call. A man from the Red Cross saw all my wounds. Cleanse them. Time passed. I was with some of my friends. All talked about the same. How we survived. What had happened. I asked several if they had seen my best friend. No one had seen him. I was scared. I thought that it was my fault because we had not managed to stay together. A friend got the key to a hotel room. We sat there, looked at the news. There was anger, sorrow, so many emotions. My dad called, they had come. I took the elevator down. Run out to them. Hugged my brother and my dad a long time. I wept aloud. My brother was crying too. It was a good moment. I saw a boy who looked like my best friend. I shouted his name. He turned around. It was him. We hugged each other for long. Both crying, we asked each other how we had managed. After a while, I registered myself and we drove home. Someone else sat in with us. My best friend was with me. His brother had come to me with his best friend. There were several who had gathered at my home. They would not go home until they had seen that I was fine. We talked a little bit. I drank a juice Gladden. Ate a yogurt. Talked some more with my mom and my family. I called my best friend. It was a good call. She said: “I was not sure if I would ever get this phone.” Tears pressed on. We talked a little bit. After that I lay. It was three. Mom refused to let me sleep alone, so we slept together.
There have been several hours since all this happened. I’m still in shock. Everything has not fallen into. I have seen the corpses of my friends. Several of my friends are missing. I am glad that I can swim. I am glad that I live. For that God watched over me. There are so many emotions, so many thoughts. I think of all the relatives. In all I lost. In the hell that is and was on the island. This summer’s most beautiful fairy tale is transformed into Norway’s worst nightmare.
Mir fehlen ein bisschen die Worte, mein letzter Stand bevor ich vor ‘ner halben Stunde aufgewacht bin, war – schlimm genug! – ein Bombenanschlag mit Toten und eine noch nicht näher geklärte Schießerei auf einer Insel. Und grade habe ich mich in das Thema eingelesen. Alles, was ich wirklich dazu sagen kann: Ich bin froh, dass dieses Nazi-Arschloch lebt und festgenommen wurde, um seiner gerechten Strafe ins Auge zu sehen. Soll er im Knast verschimmeln und für den Rest seines Lebens jedesmal wenn er die Augen schließt in die Gesichter der Kids blicken müssen, die er kaltblütig abgeknallt hat. This is seriously, horrible, fucked up shit und ich bin tatsächlich, ehrlich kurz davor zu weinen. Das ist alles so dermaßen fucked up.
Hier, was ich in der letzten halben Stunde gelesen und gesehen habe:
Hier ein kurzes Video mit Aufnahmen von der Insel nach der Tat, wird nicht lange auf YT bleiben und ich verlinke das nur, damit die Dimension der Tat bewusst wird. Nicht blutig aber seriously shocking, ist ein ziemlicher Schlag in die Magengegend.
Bisher gehen die Ermittler davon aus, dass das Massaker auf Utøya rund eine halbe Stunde gedauert habe . Diese Zahl könnte noch nach oben korrigiert werden müssen. Einige Zeugen berichten, der Mann habe über einen Zeitraum von mindestens 45 Minuten gefeuert. “Die Schüsse kamen mit etwa zehn Sekunden Zwischenraum und über etwa eine Dreiviertelstunde”, sagte eine 22-Jährige der Online-Ausgabe der Zeitung “Dagbladet”.
Anders Behring Breivik ist noch nicht überführt, es hat noch keine Gerichtsprozesse gegeben, allerdings haben verschiedene Zeitungen bestätigt, dass er die Person sein soll, die als Polizist verkleidet achtzig Jungsozialisten erschoss. Nach Informationen der VG-Nett soll er anti-islamische Kommentare vor allem im Blog document.no veröffentlicht haben.
In document.no hat er nicht unter Klarnamen publiziert. Es wird spekuliert, dass er dort unter dem Namen Anders B auftrat. Sollte dies stimmen – wie gesagt, das alles ist sehr spekulativ – dann sind folgende Kommentare von ihm (lesbar unter „Im Cache“,“Nur Text-Version“), von denen ich mich hier nur auf einen beziehe:
Anders B argumentiert in einem Kommentar mit einer demografischen Entwicklung. Der Libanon zeige die demografische Entwicklung sehr deutlich: binnen weniger Jahre ist die christliche Mehrheit durch den Islam verdrängt worden. Durch den Mulitkulturalismus, „Kulturmarxismus“ schaffe sich Norwegen ab. Angegriffen werde müssen die – Zitat – „Stoltenberg Jugend“. Die Konservativen müssten Flagge zeigen und dürften sich nicht länger von der linken Jugend terrorisieren lassen.
Reuters: Man kills at least 91 in Norway shooting, bombing: „A suspected far-right gunman in police uniform killed at least 84 people in a ferocious attack on a youth summer camp of Norway’s ruling Labour party, hours after a bomb killed seven in Oslo. Witnesses said the gunman, identified by police as a 32-year-old Norwegian, moved across the small, wooded island of Utoeya in a lake northwest of Oslo on Friday, firing at young people who scattered in panic or tried to swim to safety.“
Oslo bomb suspect bought 6 tonnes fertiliser: supplier: „A Norwegian man suspected of setting off a blast that killed seven in central Oslo and gunning down 84 youths at a political meeting Friday bought 6 tonnes of fertilizer in May, a farm supply firm said on Saturday.“
“We’ve never seen anything like this. A right-wing extremist bombs the nerve-center of his home nation and then massacres dozens of his fellow citizens miles away.”
“I will be shocked it he pulled it off alone. But if he did, it not only raises concerns about the rise of right-wing violence in Europe but also the rise of the super-empowered lone wolf.”
spOnline: Anschlag auf norwegischer Insel – Täter hatte 30 Minuten Zeit für das Massaker, Mutmaßlicher Attentäter
Blond, blauäugig, skrupellos, Ein Land unter Schock – Mehr als 90 Tote nach Doppelanschlag in Norwegen, Anders Behring B. – Spuren eines Todesschützen: „Wer ist Anders Behring B., der mutmaßliche Massenmörder von Oslo? Ein konservativer Christ sei er, heißt es, ein Muslim-Hasser und Freimaurer. B. hat unmittelbar vor der Tat seine Spuren im Netz hinterlassen – eine Visitenkarte, die zeigt, wie er gesehen werden will.“
Helfer auf Utøya – Der Lebensretter im Sechs-Meter-Boot: „In einem kleinen Fischerboot fuhr er zwischen Festland und Insel hin und her und brachte Jugendliche in Sicherheit: Ein norwegischer IT-Experte hat laut einem Medienbericht wohl Dutzenden das Leben gerettet – und brachte sich selbst dabei möglicherweise in große Gefahr.“
[update] Reuters: How can it happen here, Norwegians ask themselves
Norwegians reacted with stunned disbelief on Saturday to the massacre in their peaceful land, some silently reading newspapers with looks of horror on their faces, others taking in the rare sight of armed soldiers guarding public buildings.
Norway’s 4.8 million people, their democratic welfare state cushioned by huge quantities of oil, were unprepared for Friday’s double attacks, the worst violence to strike the nation since World War Two.
“It’s absurd — I can’t believe it. Norway is the most safe and peaceful place in the world — or was,” said Beate Karlsen, 39, standing at a police roadblock as she tried to catch a glimpse of the bombed government offices in Oslo.
Website entries under Breivik’s name criticized European policies of trying to accommodate the cultures of different ethic groups, and claimed a significant minority of young British Moslems back radical Islamic militancy.
“When did multiculturalism cease to be an ideology designed to deconstruct European culture, traditions, identity and nation-states?” said one entry, posted on February 2, 2010 on the right-wing website www.document.no.
Dieses Posting bleibt für den Rest des Wochenendes oben stehen, mir hat das Massaker von Norwegen gründlich die Laune verhagelt. Und: Ich lese auf den sogenannten deutschen Top-Blogs keine oder wenige Reaktionen auf die Tat, zumindest in den Blogs, die ich lese. Ich hoffe, den Betreibern ist bewusst, dass sie dadurch für mich wie scheinbare coldhearted Bitches wirken, obwohl ich weiß, dass sie das nicht sind, weil ich viele davon persönlich kenne, aber ich finde das tatsächlich wirklich sehr befremdlich. Echt.
Dann wiederum ein berechtigter Einwurf von Nils in Form eines Videos von Charlie Brooker:
Brian Wood, einer der besten Comic-Autoren überhaupt und Schöpfer der fantastischen Serien DMZ und Northlanders, hat auf der ComicCon sein neuestes Projekt angekündigt, nachdem sowohl Northlanders als auch DMZ schon sehr bald eingestellt werden: The Massive, eine Comicserie über gescheiterte Polit- und Umweltaktivisten. Ich erwarte nicht weniger als ein Meisterwerk. Aus einem Interview auf Comicbook Resources:
“The Massive” is one of several story ideas I came up with that I refer to as “post-crash”. In each case, that means something a little different — an economic crash, and environmental crash, a breakdown of society, a man-made disaster of some kind. Basically, a disaster story that starts after the disaster has already come and gone. That probably sounds a lot like “post-apocalyptic,” but in no way am I writing this as genre. But yeah, in the case of “The Massive,” this is an environmental collapse, a rather unique one, and the story starts in the aftermath.
I thought it was interesting to write about activists and environmentalists who have formed that entire identity around efforts to save the world, and then finding out they utterly and completely failed. Where do you go from there? Talk about a massive (pun!) identity crises. And these are not necessarily tree hugger types, these characters, and this story is not something that can be categorized as some lefty fearmongering. I think if I’ve proved anything with “DMZ,” is that I can take a socio-political, topical issue and write both sides, and make it not at all preachy. There’s actually very little partisan politics in the story concepts I wrote for “The Massive.” In a way, you can call it post-politics as well as post-crash.
X-Posting von den Filmfreunden: Frisch von der ComicCon, hier der vierminütige Trailer zur zweiten Staffel von The Walking Dead. Ich schätze mal, bis auf wenige Ausnahmen stammen alle Aufnahmen aus der ersten Folge mit einer kleinen Vorschau auf Hershells Farm am Ende. Ich bin gespannt, ob sich die Serie steigern kann, nachdem die erste zwar okay war, aber nicht mit den Erwartungen angesichts des Comics mithalten konnte und bin mal leicht zuversichtlich.
Rechts Hier noch das Poster zur neuen Staffel von Comiczeichner Tim Bradstreet (u.a. The Punisher und Blade) , gibt’s leider bislang nur in dieser Mini-Auflösung. (via GT)
In Oslo ist am frühen Abend eine Bombe im Zentrum explodiert, mindestens ein Mensch kam ums Leben, man geht von einer Autobombe aus. Oben der Stream vom norwegischen NRK-Fernsehen (Link), hier der Livestream der BBC, hier der von Al Jazeera. The Journal hat ein paar Videos.
Alexander Nørstad blogt live auf seinem GooglePlus-Account aus Oslo, BBC, SpOnline, Reuters: Bomb rocks government offices in Oslo, two said dead, Bomb caused Oslo explosion, two confirmed dead: report.
Ich bin jetzt unterwegs, Updates bitte in die Kommentare.
[update] Von der BBC: „Norwegian police say at least seven people have been killed and two are badly wounded, At least nine people have been killed in a separate shooting at a Labour youth camp outside Oslo“.
[update] BBC: „Norwegian media reports said the shootings on the island, on the Tyrifjorden lake, were carried out by a man in police uniform. Police later said that he was also linked with the bomb attack. Reports described him as tall and blond.“
[update] Reuters: „Undetonated explosives were found on an island where a gunman killed at least 10 people at a youth camp near Oslo, Norwegian police said on Friday.“
[update] Sky News: „Norway’s TV2 says man arrested has links to right-wing extremism.“
Schönes PSA der französischen Anti-AIDS-Orga AIDES, auf der dazugehörigen Website kann man selber per Flash an Möpsen, Pimmeln und Mumus rumspielen. Alles superNSFW.
Schönes Projekt von Willum Geerts, der alle Buchstaben der Bibel mit Tippex löscht, bis auf die Buchstaben S, O, R, R und Y. So als Entschuldigung für 2000 Jahre Krieg, Missbrauch, Aberglaube, Unterdrückung und Verfolgung: „All letters in the bible were erased with white correction fluid except for the S, O, R, R, and Y in that order. (work in progress)“ (via Ektopia)
Flickr-User Wishlist hat nicht nur eine wahnsinnige Sammlung von vintage Disneyland-Kram, sondern auch jede Menge HighRes-Scans der Garbage Pail Kids-Stickerserie von Topps. Ein paar meiner Favs nach dem Klick.
Flickr-User Wishlist hat nicht nur eine uralte Karte von Disneyland in einer HighRes-Auflösung von grob 12.000 Pixeln Breite von 1962 am Start, sondern auch eine von 1964, 1976, 1983 und aus dem Jahr 2000, außerdem hat er hier und hier und hier noch jede Menge großformatiger Scans alter Aufnahmen und Artikel, hier gibt’s die Cover von Hörspielen aus Disneyland. (via Drawn)
Wired hat ein schönes Interview mit Comic-Gott Alan Moore inklusive Preview seines nächste Woche erscheinenden neuen Bandes aus der League of Extraordinary Gentlemen-Reihe, der im Jahr 1969 spielt, selbstverständlich alles inklusive Psychedelica, Acid-Trips und Hippies. Für mich ein Pflichtkauf, Review folgt.
Wired.com: O’Neill’s art really is stunning, especially in that acid-trip showdown in the astral plane during the Stones’ post-Jones concert in Hyde Park. That was something else.
Moore: As background for that scene, it should be remembered that this writer had actually experienced psychedelic derangement at the Hyde Park festivals, although not the Stones concert. I was actually at the Canned Heat concert, which followed after the Stones a couple weeks later. But Kevin, on the other hand and to the best of my knowledge, has never imbibed any form of drug in his entire life. Which makes one sort of worry when you see what he’s actually done in 1969.
All right, yeah, I was kind of providing suggestions for the melted-looking layout and echoing speech bubbles. But when I saw what Kevin had done with it, that wonderful double-page spread with the statue of Hyde, and reality forming into a tunnel around the edge of the pages, it was just fantastic.
Amazon-Partnerlink: League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: 1969