It was the first time I was explicitly told that racism was unpleasant and it was a lesson served with a side order of patriot fries. Or rather, chips. Our headmaster had fought for his country, and for tolerance, all at once. That’s what I understood it meant to be truly “British”: to be polite, and civil and fair of mind. (And to occasionally wallop schoolkids with slippers, admittedly, but we’ll overlook that, OK? We’ve moved on.)


But according to the BNP, I’m wrong. Being British is actually about feeling aggressed, mistrustful, overlooked, isolated, powerless, and petrified of “losing my identity”. Britishness incorporates a propensity to look around me with jealous eyes, fuming over imaginary sums of money being doled out to child-molesting asylum-seekers by corrupt PC politicians who’ve lost touch with the common man - a common man who, coincidentally, happens to be white.


They’re wrong, obviously. None of these qualities has anything whatsoever to do with being British, but everything to do with ugly nationalist politics. And ugly nationalist politics are popular all over the world. Just like Pringles. Every country has its own tiny enclave of frightened, disenfranchised, misguided souls clinging to their national flag, claiming they’re the REAL patriots, saying everyone’s out to get them. It’s an international weakness. For the BNP to claim to be more British than the other British parties is as nonsensical as your dad suddenly claiming to have invented the beard.

Charlie Brooker on the BNP and their political broadcast (via jhnbrssndn)

As I am in a rush, I cannot elaborate much, but THIS could very well be applied to The Netherlands. Or almost any other country in Europe or the American continent, really.

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posted : Monday, May 18th, 2009

reblogged from : jhn brssndn

From photographer, Mark Menjivar, You Are What You Eat is a series of photographs looking at the interiors of refrigerators in homes across the United States. Nothing was added or taken away. Now the pressing question: on the top right shelf, is that what I think it is?! via contexts.org

From photographer, Mark Menjivar, You Are What You Eat is a series of photographs looking at the interiors of refrigerators in homes across the United States. Nothing was added or taken away. Now the pressing question: on the top right shelf, is that what I think it is?! via contexts.org

posted : Monday, May 18th, 2009

Next couple of weeks…

…posting will be more erratic than usual. Tomorrow I am flying to Vienna until Friday night. After only a couple of days home in Amsterdam, Tuesday 26th I am flying to Berlin until the 30th.

I will, of course, post the usual out of focus tacky photos I’ve become known for, spiced up with whatever I commentary I can offer.

(Upon return, I will also probably bitch and moan at my negative numbers Tumblarity).

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posted : Sunday, May 17th, 2009

“ Air pollution has long been a fact of life in Spanish cities, but scientists now say it is not just smog that chokes people as they walk to work or stroll through the park. A new study has found the air in Madrid and Barcelona is also laced with at least five drugs — most prominently cocaine. The Superior Council of Scientific Investigations, a government institute, said on its Web site Thursday that in addition to cocaine, they found trace amounts of amphetamines, opiates, cannabinoids and lysergic acid — a relative of LSD — in two air-quality control stations, one in each city.
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posted : Friday, May 15th, 2009

This was the bar at the entrance of Art Amsterdam. We cannot conduct art at the extremes?! What kind of lame statement is this? Any art that doesn’t visit and rejoice in the extremes is pretty worthless, isn’t it? It’s like Disneyland for grown ups, nothing more. Give me art at the extremes any day. Much more than the baby food that passes for most art nowadays.

This was the bar at the entrance of Art Amsterdam. We cannot conduct art at the extremes?! What kind of lame statement is this? Any art that doesn’t visit and rejoice in the extremes is pretty worthless, isn’t it? It’s like Disneyland for grown ups, nothing more. Give me art at the extremes any day. Much more than the baby food that passes for most art nowadays.

posted : Friday, May 15th, 2009

posted : Friday, May 15th, 2009

Does the same principle apply to visitors of unoriginal art exhibitions?

Does the same principle apply to visitors of unoriginal art exhibitions?

posted : Friday, May 15th, 2009

"idiots" is the name behind two Dutch artists. This piece is called "corpse bride"

"idiots" is the name behind two Dutch artists. This piece is called "corpse bride"

posted : Friday, May 15th, 2009