This menu started with the plumcake. I had the first British plums the other day, and they were gorgeous. What can I cook to showcase these plums I thought, and this German cake popped into my head. And so I built the rest of the menu around it.
There are 2 essential points to this process.
The first is my wish to share the pleasure of these plums. I like to feed people, make them happy, by giving them the opportunity to experience what I did through tasting these fresh sweet juicy plums; a moment of absolute connection to whatever it is what we are part of.
The second is the idea that the plums are using me as an instrument to show their beauty, and not the other way round. I am not using them to accentuate the artist master chef in me. It is the old platonian idea that the art, the ideas, the recipe is already there in the world around us, waiting to be picked up. You just have to open up and tune in.
When people hear that I am serving them something which I have never cooked before, they admire my bravery. But they also find it hard to disregard the scientific approach to cooking. How did I know the dish was right, good enough to serve? Shouldnt I test recipes, refine them till they lead to the ultimate, perfect dish, like scientists in a lab refining their theories to get a better grip of the world? We live in a contradictory world, because they might expect this from a professional like me, but they are not doing it themselves when they are cooking at home.
Prue Leith complained recently that nobody is using cookery books anymore, they have become coffee table products. If you want a recipe, you google it. A cookery book without glossy photographs is not selling and doesnt even get printed.The majority of people commenting on this said they were using cookery books 'for ideas'.
It shows that the days of cookery books as manuals, centering on the methods instead of the ingredients, are over. We'll try one recipe from the internet, and if it is good, we'll make it again. If not, we'll try another.
In a way, I am glad people no longer treat a cookery book as a (dogmatic) bible. The main quality is that it should be inspirational, and glossy photographs might help with that, but are not necessary. Some of my favourites (Julee Rosso and Sheila Lukins' New Basics, Jane Grigsons Vegetable Book) just have illustrations.
What makes them inspiritional is that they evoke so much more then just the image of the pretty perfect end result. Time and time again I am gripped by how much fun cooking is when I go through New Basics. Reading the Vegetable Book indeed makes you want to serve the vegetables in their own right. In another favourite, Jerusalem (Ottolenghi), glossy photographs give you a glimpse of life in a divided city, and when you are cooking the dishes from the different traditions, you feel the uniting power of cooking.
from Ken Hom, The Taste of China.
You see, there are bestselling cookbooks which are kept on a shelve in the kitchen, and not on the coffee table. These books are not about cooking methods, but are inspirational, because they centre on the changing seasons, and all the goodness the earth is offering us.
Often I get asked what my speciality/favourite cuisine is. And always I forget to answer: the joys of June. The soft whites and pinks of May, the month of expectancy, have made way for the blood red fruits of love. My heart skips a beat when I spot the first real sun ripened strawberries, raspberries and cherries. For me, it is as with these fruits nature is saying 'I love you too'.
Its is the sparkling burst of abundance which I so love about these last weeks. The vegetable boxes which my local farm has started again are overflowing with green leafs and crisp new carrots, potatoes and onions. Tasting a freshly picked cucumber you realise how much flavour is lost with wrapping it in plastic and transporting it.
June is the month for haying. The smell of freshly cut grass is loved by so many people I think because it makes them feel right in the middle of summer, when the sunshine is still sparkling. Strawberries in Ginger Ale Jelly are the optimal foodification of this sparkling sunshine in a glass. You could use champagne but I like the extra zing of ginger.
Gorfennaf is the Welsh for July, and it means the end of summer. That's a bit premature I hear you say, are summers in Wales that short? But it harbours a grain of truth. Nights are shortening. From now on summer is ripening, drying out. The next few months are all about harvesting, and conserving the crops for winter. Not long before combines almost cowlike graze the fields of golden grain, and digest it, seperating the wheat from the chaff.
The revitalising sparkle has left summer. It is about maturing now. That is why I like pickles so much. The vinegar adds the bit of zing which got lost. Recipes for the peaches and coffee beets on this weeks menu I found in the very inspiring 'Smoke and Pickles' by Edward Lee.
Preparing for next weeks Welsh cultural festival Gwyl Arall I talked to Carwyn Jones, who set himself the challenge to live of the land and the sea for a year. While I am jubilating the abundance of vegetable and fruit produce, for Carwyn these are difficult months. There is not much to hunt and fish for. He's trying hard to catch that shyest of fishes, sea trout. Although there is an element of sport, achieving the catch, it is mostly about becoming one with nature, feeling almost what the trout is doing, and simulating with your 'fly' the movement of small fish it is hungry for.
If you eat it, you have to be able to kill it, is Carwyns motto. When you kill an animal for meat, it should be done with respect. That is the word which ressonates with me most. Cooking is not an art, sport or nutritional necessarily action, but paying respect to what nature is giving you. Your way of saying 'I love you too ' to the earth and all what it is providing you with.
Next week I am collaborating with a local artist. Her work evolves the fragments of household ware that are on the steep slope behind her home. The earth is churning up the contents of a waste tip which was used by the inhabitants of her cottage about a century ago. The rain has washed down broken china, shoes, perfume bottles and complete earthenware jam jars.
At first I marvelled at how beautiful these reminiscences of a past hard life are. Then I realised that the true beauty for me is the earth bringing it all up again. And giving it a new life as it id used as part of an artwork.
That is the essence of spring to me. The earth breaking up and providing us with a new life. I do feel particularly revived by spring this year. When I was walking about at Easter I noticed how abundant nature already is.
Shaded woods offer plenty of wild garlic to make a pesto. I use hazelnuts and any hard cheese in mine.
Tender dandelion leafs are sprouting up everywhere, and are good in a potato salad with toasted pumpkin seed oil, which is a memory of Austria for me.
Heavenly scented bright yellow gorse flowers make good wine or a cordial. Just soak them overnight in a taken of the boil syrup.
Nettles are just right at the moment. Tingling more then stinging when you pick them without gloves, like I did. Use them as spinach, in a pie for instance. Or with butter toasted oats in a soup.
Always think spring is one big egg with all these white and yellow flowers around. So many of them are edible. Daisies are a favourite of mine. Tiny sunshaped hearts which open themselves to the sun. The turn a dish into a smiling plate of food.
The knife is the symbol of modern cooking. It is all about fragmenting food, slicing it, breaking it up, grinding or blending it.
But in the end it is the becoming one when we eat all these fragments what matters.
We had an orchard when I grew up, and I still love apples. For the Bistro night last week I cooked a Pompe au Pommes (apple pie) from 'Floyd on France' and it reminded me of how the simplest of recipes are usually the best. The ingredients were: flour, butter, salt, apples and sugar. The hint of salt in the perfectly crunchy shortcrust worked fantastic with the smooth apples which had just the right sweetness.
Only 5 ingredients working together in perfect harmony.
There is something very reassuring about being able to produce something so nice out of the simplest of ingredients. You can almost invision a French peasant wife baking this apple pie in her Normandy kitchen in the beginning of the 20th century. It is a traditional recipe, embedded in daily life, connected to the land and for me, in that way, to the essence of life.
Food like this you find all over the world. Korea is this week's theme in Oren. When I travelled there in 2007 I discovered that Bibimbap -mixed rice- is the national dish. Another example of the perfect combination of simple ingredients. Rice as the smooth operator, with a velvet runny fried egg, uplifted by hot chilli paste and crunchy vegetables.
Yes, comfort in a bowl. The first time I had it I was not impressed, thought it was too simple. But then when I had it again I realised it fed me, and not only in a nutritional way.
With the modern accents on diets, allergies an the appearance of food, we can almost forget the most important thing. That it should feed body and soul.
This week I am cooking Roman. It usually evokes images of toga clothed men lying around the table, feeding themselves as young birds with wide open mouths, holding up bunches of grapes. An image that for me as a Dutchman rhymes with the Dutch way of eating salted herring.
Roman grape eating has almost the opposite connection, that of decedancy. Part of a jetset lifestyle, we think.
But that is how we look at it with our modern eyes. I wonder what the Romans would have made of our dinner parties.
There is something rejective about those reactions to the Dutch herring 'happen' and the Roman banquet. That is something the Romans wouldn't have liked. The called their banquet a convivium, a 'living together'.
I find modern food culture more and more that of an exclusive one. New European legislation on allergy advice have made a menu in a restaurant almost more about what you can't eat then about what the restaurant is offering.
I know Oren is only covering a niche market, because more and more people describe themselves as picky eaters. The food they choose to eat is used as part of their identity, a way of setting them apart from everybody else, instead of 'living together', joining in.
When I was a child I hated green beans, because we had them every monday. Now I love them in a good salad Nicoise. I couldn't stand raw tomato, I melt now when I smell a perfect ripe example. Recently I was given a jar of honey so good, I had a teaspoon as a treat every day. My 14 year old self would have looked at it with disgust.
Only with real allergies the rejection of food is a physical thing. For the rest it is a mental switch. And as soon as you have made it, you can discover a world of flavour you might have been excluding yourself from.
I am convinced it is better to live together with the world and all its possibilities, then to distance yourself from it. So for all of you who do and don't like honey, here is finally something the Chinese didn't invent, but apparently the Romans, a cheesecake.
This morning I heared somebody on the radio describing February as a month of nothing, and I couldn't disagree more. In olden days this was the month the farming year started. Farms would change hands, or rents would be renewed. A month of cleaning out and getting ready. When people were counting moons instead of looking in their diaries, this was the time of the new year.
There used to be a pagan festival of light at the beginning of February, in the middle of winter. Christianity turned it into Candlemas, on February 2nd , 40 days after Christmas. The celebration of the Light outside found a form in the blessing of the church candles.
Pagans baked round cakes, symbolising the return of the sun. This tradition still lives on on Shrove Tuesday, which is part of the Carnaval period. And that is Partytime!, look at Venice, Brazil or New Orleans. This might be why eating pancakes always seem to be a feast.
Yes, this is the middle of winter, a time when there used to be nothing left to eat, and the scarseness of Lent is still to come, but the Light is there, so 'let's party'.
I am with the Chinese on this. For them the New Year is only starting just now, and it is the biggest party of the year. So a Chinese menu at Oren this week, with 8 (lucky number) dishes, long noodles and red cooked chicken wings.
After the party it is time to plan your farming year. Get the seeds of the crops you want to grow ready. What do you want to achieve in your life this year? Start thinking now. Sow your Seeds of Change. They will germinate during lent, and will rise from the ground at your own Easter.
A recipe for some Cumin and Caraway Seed Biscuits here, so you can nibble on them while pondering. I would use Aniseed instead of Cumin.But that depends if you like it more sweet than spicy!
Since November 2014 I am popping up. It is an extra challenge for me. Not only do I have to think of a different MENU every week, I have to find a LOCATION as well. But as so often, when one door (to a kitchen) closed, other ones opened. I was invited to the lovely logcabin cafe at Eisteddfa Fisheries, and cooked trout caught in their lakes. Oren nestled inside the Caernarfon town wall for an evening at the Royal Welsh Yacht Club. We sang st. Nicolas songs when I collaborated with Scoops Dutch Pancakes and Artisan Ice Cream. While children were listening to Rudolphs Farty Christmas story, I served sprouts at Palas Print bookshop.
The help I get from friends, neighbours and local businesses to keep Oren going, is like little lights popping up in these grey midwinter days. A true manifestation of christmas. And being forced to delve into my own creativity is like trying to find the evergreen between the treeskeletons on the barren midwinterland, another one of the christmas symbols. It is good to know that while death seems around us, we are still alive and part of nature's everlasting cycle.
In Britain, I have read somewhere, the juniper tree is the only native evergreen. I'd like this to be true, I love juniper. it clears the muddy taste of my favourite vegetable beetroot into pure water and earth. The cleansing effect of juniper comes also to the surface when used in combination of sauerkraut (it gets rid of that overcooked cabbage undertone) and with game like venison (it cures it of its raunciness). The mean medicinal quality of junipers is diuretic, so it helps to purify our body as well.
I often get asked for the typical Dutch christmas meal is. I answer that it is not important what we eat, but that we celebrate it together. Maybe I should say "Anything, accompanied by a 'borrel'-Dutch shot of gin". In a clear glass, preferable this upside down bell shape. For that little drink symbolises everything. The evergreen tree, the purifying water, the grain of life and the ringing bells which tell us of the eternal light.
A month ago I had a group of bakers staying with me for a baking weekend, in which they all tried out different recipes and were taking notes of each others comments. While watching them at work I learned how dependent cooks and bakers are on our senses. But while for a cook apart from eyes and nose his tongue is his main instrument, for a baker the tactile bit of feeling the dough is as important.
Off course the most important sense to use while baking or cooking is the sixth, your stomach. When I did my chefs training my teacher used to say: " forget cooking times, you have to know, feel, understand what is going on inside your pan". Never been one for textbook guidelines, this was a lesson I easily took to heart. For me it's the zen bit of cooking, zoning in on what your doing, centering yourself (which for me is in my stomach) and be in the moment with, for instance, your wilting spinach in the pan. Yep, that hurts! But at the same time they are fresh leafs sprouting from the ground, glistening drops of water hanging on them, turning into this radiant green full of life.
I noticed my baking guests doing it, "being with" the dough. They had their basic technic knowledge, their lists of percentages of ingredients, but in the end, while kneading it, they might decide that they "felt" that they had to alter it, because the air is too humid, or the temperature is too low for the leaven to do its work.
We've lived in an age where food became more and more functional, broken down to a list of ingredients, nutritional values and technical instructions how to prepare it. Down to the milligram we can know what is on our food. But it doesnt say on the package how much love went into our ready made meal. Luckily there are signs that an holistic approach to cooking gains ground. Watching Masterchef these weeks I noticed how often it is mentioned that contestants have to put love and passion into their food, apart from being technologically skilled chefs who can cook something tasty.
I often get the question if I try out dishes. That would be an immense task with a weekly changing menu. I trust my stomach and my basic technological knowledge enough now to just give a recipe a go. I use cookery books for inspiration, not to find that technological perfect recipe. One of the first books to give me that, because of the love for food with which it was written, is 'New Basics' by Julee Rosso and Sheila Lukins. It looks the most well used out of all the cookery books in my collection, and not without a reason. To honour them, and to urge you to trust your stomach as a New Basic of your cooking, this week a menu with a selection from that book.


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To Kill A King [Closed RP]
Subject: Re: To Kill A King [Closed RP] Sat Jan 28, 2012 6:36 pm
(I'n sorry for the late reply. Been sleeping off the meds, which brought me into some bizarre state of delirium in the middle of it. Nothing dangerous, but hard to wake up from by oneself.)
"Enough of that," Saeria told Malfius a little sharply. "He's the Forsworn we sent for. If you set off all our contacts, Ulfric Stormcloak will be waiting all night. I detest admitting it, but we do need him for the moment."
Turning on Nico, she continued, "And you! We'll bring you your backup, but watch close what you say. The Dominion does not take kindly to such seditious sentiments - and neither do we. You may be good, but I doubt you're better than us both. Stormcloak can wait another night."
The justicar came to stand beside Dalos, crossing her arms and looking down on the map.
"Bottom line - we all stop talking about the extraneous and move onto what matters. The time to move draws near." Saeria glanced at the Dunmer, noting the writing on the map. "Is it your intention that we infiltrate the Palace in a four-man cell?"
Nalfein
"The smaller the party, the better. Four men wouldn't be a problem, but I don't believe a fifth would make things much more difficult. My letter did say that we would be a party of five."
He took his letter out, to double check its contents. "Is this no longer the case?"
Malfius' left eye began to twitch horrendously as an outbreak of the tremor of an earthquake. He did not take kindly to insults, even if he was more than welcoming of the idea to serving them himself.
"Easily rat me out? It's going to take more than that little pocket knife to hold me back from dumping your body downstream and have your corpse wash up on the shore of the ratway where rats belong."
"Allies? Friends, now Dalos? How about I let you celebrate with a feast in the Thalmor Embassy and our little 'friend' here can be your main course? I'm sure rat makes a good enough substitute as any for dog food..."
"Very well, Saeria dear..." Malfius spoke as his left eye settled into place. "Charm and grace wins the battle once again.... A rare trait of the feminine tongue."
"Now, if you don't mind...I'd like to get on to business," Malfius stated, pointing to the docks on the eastern hemisphere of windhelm. "Six to be exact. As much as I hate to admit it, I actually need you all alive on this one. So, I've taken the necessary precautions to ensure our exit remains secure. I've requested a small detachment of reinforcements. We don't want to draw to much attention to ourselves so we'll be operating in a four man cell to infiltrate while the other two we haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet station themselves at the exit leading to the pier."
Malfius shifted his finger to the Grey Quarter.
"Now, if I read this correctly, the guards patrol on a rotation in a circular motion, as you can all see here. At a glance it seems ideal because it provides a 360 degree security, when in all actuality, it's not. Lucky for us there's a big loophole in that system. They provide less security in the Grey Quarter than the other quarters, but each guard has to make his rounds through the area. If we time our snatch and grabs right we can pull about three bodies inside before nightfall without any other guard noticing."
Malfius reached into his satchel and brought out a gold pouch and placed it on the edge of the table near Dalos.
"Now, as sure as I am that your fellow Dunmer here in the Grey Quarter would be willing to hear no evil, see no evil on this job as they want to see Ulfric dead just as much as us, I suggest you bribe them with this as the icing on the cake to seal their lips and line their pockets. We can't afford to muck this up if the Dunmer decided to get twisted tongues on us."
Orange globes shifted their gaze to Saeria. "Now, I'm sure you're all wandering how we're going to blend in amongst all these guards with us all having distinct Mer accents. Well, lucky for us, Saeria has been perfecting her Nordic accent months prior to this mission. Saeria, I hope your tongue is sharp as your blade. That being said, if we are approached by any guards let her, do the talking. Hopefully she can charm their guard down a bit."
"Breton.... Nico, if my Dossier is correct...you are an exception to the rule. They won't expect a Forsworn to stray that far from the Reach. I'm guessing you have a nice, delicious surprise to serve the guards for dinner. And how cute... Our little Forsworn is all dressed up for the occasion. Well, at least one of us has their costume. What say we go collect ours? Once we get dressed we'll come back here and discuss the details of phase two."
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Location : The ragged flagon
Subject: kill the king Sat Jan 28, 2012 8:46 pm
Nico nodded to them and looked at his costume
"Yes, I will pretend to be a Breton cook in the Palace of Kings, but when i give the guards their food it will have a good rage poison in it, and that will cause such a distraction that when I launch my attack, they will be disoriented and have no great defense," Nico said to them with relish. If his plan went well, he could retake his homeland and avenge his family.
Saeria nodded, shooting another glance at Dalos. Lycanthropy certainly hid itself well in its victims. She wondered if the two mentalities ever merged - did he ever lose control of his lycan form? It would be a shame if he did in the midst of the operation. She didn't like to gut their own so much.
"Glad we sorted that out," she murmured, breaking out of her musings. The Altmer made her way to the door, pushing it open. "Let's go then. If we dither, we'll miss our chance."
Three guards' armor... Hopefully there would at least be that many patrolling the Quarter.
Subject: kill the king Sat Jan 28, 2012 10:23 pm
"I will head to the palace and wait for a signal," he said to the group.
Nico wondered what their motives were. Maybe they wanted revenge like him, looking to bring peace, wanting to rise up ranks. Well, whatever reason they had, it was going to happen. He walked through the inn. It was rundown and practically derelict. He knew what Nords did to people who were not of their culture and race. All around he saw poor Dunmer. Of course, the Nords would blame the assasination on the Dunmer and their persecution would only grow, but the Dunmer assassins did not know this.
Subject: Re: To Kill A King [Closed RP] Sat Jan 28, 2012 11:12 pm
Saeria watched as the Breton left the group, inwardly relieved. Why, why, why did they have to have his aid? Why did it have to be a Forsworn? They spent all day in the wilderness carving up deer, without the slightest regard for the mess. So filthy. Her jaw clenched tighter the more she thought of it, and the justicar had to shake her head slightly to clear such distracting thoughts. She looked left and right, taking note of all the darkest alleyways and sharp corners.
"Shall we split up and meet back in front of Calixto's House of Curiosities? There are enough alleys for us each to make do, and from there, we can use the side entrance to the palace courtyard. Less will see us that way." She shifted from one foot to the other. "I'd rather that than go back to that club. It will seem suspicious if three guards enter it, and even more if three Mer enter it carrying armor."
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Dalos picked up the pouch of gold. For a moment he considered bribing himself, but he never really did care that much for wealth.
"Sounds like a plan. I'm sure the dunmer will be as quiet as mice, they're used to be treated as so. I'll meet you there, hopefully I won't have to wait too long."
He walked off without another word. It made him uncomfortable that Malfius so freely discussed his lycanthropy. He didn't trust the forsworn with keeping a secret for long. The Thalmor were more acceptable, since he planned to really become part of the Dominion.
"I'll have to discuss that with him after this," he muttered to himself as he approached the first dunmer to bribe.
After the pouch of gold was empty, Dalos waited for a victim guard to show up. He waited in a dark ally with a conjured sword in each hand. And then the guard passed.
Dalos sprinted out with the speed of a wolf. He repressed a battle cry and swung viciously with both swords together at his victim's back. The guard fell to his knees with a cry and reached for his weapon.
He even drew his sword before Dalos finished him. The dunmer dragged the corpse into his alley and began to strip him of his armor.
Subject: Re: To Kill A King [Closed RP] Sun Jan 29, 2012 12:30 am
It is hard to imagine that his infatuation with the death of Ulfric Stormcloak would fuel his lust to attempt an enterprise on such a grand scale as assassination. Upon a moments reflection, many a man would consider success impractical, but Malfius' conviction would never allow his perseverance to be obliterated, neither allow second thoughts to halt him nor subdue him in his endeavor. Justice was balanced on one scale; self-preservation in the other.
He couldn't allow the Thalmor to take responsibility for their actions. The mission required extreme discretion, but certainly someone would have to take the fall. The Forsworn? The Dunmer? Legion Agents? Certainly he had to leave some evidence behind framing a party for the murder of the Jarl.
He grabbed a quill and piece of parchment before sitting at the desk.
"I'll catch up with you all shortly. I have business to attend to here." He waved dismissively as he pulled out a pair of glasses as he sat down at the table, wiping them off for clarity.
He paused for a moment and thought deeply, letting out a heavy breath as he placed his left hand on the parchment, and began to outline the image of a hand. A hand shaded in and scorched with black ink. A Black Hand. The mark of the Dark Brotherhood.
He studied the hand for a brief moment, then folded up the parchment after being satisfied with his work, tucking it into the pocket of his tunic. It would have it's uses later in his clever plot. If there was something he knew how to do all to well it was cover his tracks.
He rose from his seat, places his glasses back in his pocket, and decided to head outside.
Noticing a blood spill on the ground both satisfied him in knowing that his men had been well at work while he was busy forging documents beneficial to their cause, yet angered him at the lack of aptitude they showed for covering up their tracks.
He washed out the blood with a bucket, leaving no trace of the sanguine fluid to be spotted.
"These idiots are starting to be a pain in the ass..." He muttered, seething between clenched teeth. "Why not just write out in blood 'The Dominion Wuz Here' If you're going to leave behind a trail...Tch."
Subject: Re: To Kill A King [Closed RP] Sun Jan 29, 2012 1:01 am
"As you wish," she replied easily, shrugging her shoulders.
While her partner stayed in the club, she and the Dunmer went in different directions, Saeria quietly making her way to an alley far displaced from the establishment. The Altmer didn't lay in wait - the ground was far too dirty for her to even deign to crouch. She simply stood in the dark, taking note of the various open barrels strewn throughout the alley, filled with all manner of miscellaneous items.
The wait seemed long and tedious, but her mark walked by soon enough. The justicar pulled the glove off her non-dominant hand in preparation, tucking it into her belt. His pace was leisurely and his posture unguarded - perhaps still drunk from the Stormcloak victory. It was a simple matter to creep up behind him. Her dagger made a small noise upon being drawn. The guard didn't notice - maybe that was luck.
She didn't dwell on it, rising and slitting his throat quickly, the Nord letting out a gurgle as he fell backwards into her. Her blade had found just the right spot between his helmet and armor. Saeria grimaced, cupping the base of his throat to prevent the blood from spilling. Divines, if she had her glove on, she would never get it out.
Trying not to notice the warm, sticky feeling in her hand, she pulled him backwards, hauling him into the shadows of the alleyway. It took all of her will power not to wipe it on his armor - she'd have to do it all over again if she did. He was still bleeding though, and her hand couldn't contain all of it. Thinking quickly, the Altmer dragged him over to one of the barrels, holding his head and throat over it so that the blood wouldn't smear all over the ground.
Malfius was far better at covering his tracks than her, surprisingly, and with great displeasure, she left him sprawled on top of the container to bleed out. With her hands free, she patted him down with her clean hand, smiling when she found a weapon-polishing cloth tucked in his boot. After wiping her hands clean, she went back to work, quickly stripping him down.
Dalos shifted from one foot to the other both impatiently and nervously. Calixto's House of Curiosities seemed like a dull place from the outside. The stormcloak armor he wore wasn't all the comfortable to him either. The dunmer couldn't decide if that was because it was the enemy's or if it was just because it ill fit him.
He saw a stormcloak guard approach and immediately tensed up before forcing himself to try and look casual. Panic threatened to set in when he thought about what would happen if the guard tried to start conversation.
Maybe it was Saeria approaching? He could only hope.
Her skin crawled underneath the armor, the knowledge that it had touched a Nord's flesh infinitely disgusting to her. A guard was waiting in front of their designated meeting point. Casually, she approached.
"Relax a little," Saeria murmured in a thick Nordic accent, testing the waters. If he was who she thought he was, his voice would tell all. Hopefully he recgonized her voice. "This is a day to celebrate. People will look at you oddly if you're not acting drunk."
Relief flooded through him. Her accent was truly convincing, but he was able to decipher Saeria through it.
"That's right, we're just a couple of lax celebrating guards..."
He relaxed for a few moments, but then he felt the familiar impatience that never seemed to leave him. He was anxious to get started. He told himself that Malfius shouldn't be much longer.
Malfius' technique for the acquisition of a proper uniform required a great bit of finesse.
A stumbling guard swaying side to side, tripping over his steps with a shield in his left hang and a mug in his right hand.
Obviously he was more prone to a slothful nature as many drunken Nords were after getting hammered. This would play greatly to Malfius' advantage as in the guards' drunken state, he would not have the willpower to be able to protect his mind from the tainting effects of Malfius' Illusive magics.
Malfius whistled an upbeat tune as he dropped down to a crouch, and slipped down the ledge to sit on it, his legs dangling of the edge, alternating swings.
He pulled out an apple from his satchel and began to nibble gently into it with one hand as his gaze lingered on his victim.
The guard waltzed over shouting curses at the Dunmer residence, before throwing his mug through one of their windows.
With a shake of his head and a flick of his wrist, he channeled magicka that pulsed through his veins and surged at the very heart of his fingertips. He raised his hand, aiming at his target, savoring the moment as he played on invisible piano keys with his fingers, until at last he released the spell.
"Salutations my little slave...you belong to me now understand?"
"Yes, master. I am at your command." The guard responded in a drunken slur.
"Great. Now slap yourself for your insolence of allowing yourself to get caught in this predicament." He chuckled as he finished off his apple.
"As you wish, master." he responded as he unleashed a powerful paw lashing out at his own face.
"Alright, great now follow me..right this way." Malfius jumped up to his feet and walked back into the Gnisis Cornerclub, followed quickly by his puppet.
"Now let's see what creative things Ol' Malfius could conjure up for you...oh you should be honored that I am giving you the pleasure of a beautiful death fool. I'll make sweet sweet art of your murder without even getting my paintbrush red."
Malfius grabbed some rope from the cabinet and placed it into the drunken guards hands.
"Marvelous. Now let's kick it up a notch. I want you to suffocate yourself. Choke out the very life from your lungs. Hang yourself from the ceiling like a beautiful little ornament."
"Of course, master" He spoke in his delusional state.
Within seconds, the guard tied a noose with the rope, climbed up a chair and threw the untied end over a beam in the ceiling.
"Ah, let me help you with that." Malfius smiled while he grabbed the untied end as the guard place the noose around his head and kicked off the chair from underneath him.
Malfius' muscles were strained as he balanced the weight on the rope while the guard dangled, wiggling frantically.
"My my..you're a fat little piggy aren't you...oh what's this? Oh no no no...you haven't earned the satisfaction of a peaceful death!" With another slight flick of his wrist, he released his spell over the guard.
With his heightened sense of awareness and shock of how he come into the situation, his eyes casts out anger and lamenting sorrows.
He reflected on his past as his life flashed before his eyes as tears streamed down his face.
Only moments later he held his little girl for the first time in years, since he had returned from the war.
He promised her that he would never miss another one of her birthdays and promised he'd be able to see her grow up to be the beautiful priestess of Talos she always dreamed to be.
His final lie.
"Yes! Yes! Feed me your tears! That is EXACTLY the reaction I wanted!" Malfius shrieked as he tightened his grip on the rope, pulling further for greater impact.
With all the angst and malice he could summon, the guard lubricated his mouth with a tsunami of saliva before spitting violently onto Malfius with peerless accuracy.
Malfius' eyes bulged out murderously as he jerked sharply on the rope and relished in the moment as white orbs rolled slowly to the back of the guards head.
A final breath whispering from his lips.
"Fun fun fun..oh hehehe...hmm...let's see." Malfius slapped his knee as he released the rope, the dead weight of the body crashing onto the chair, before breaking through it and unto the floor.
He took off one glove and wiped his finger beneath the bags of the guards' eyes, where his tears still stained his face. It was obvious he led a very weary and tiring life.
"Mmmm...MMMMMMM! Yes..this really brings back so many great memories. I just love love love LOVE the flavor of the tears of the fallen, so pure and fragile..ohhh and rare! oh so very rare! the last tears he'll ever have to cry." Malfius cackled after tasting the guards tears as he slapped the dead man's face with his unadorned glove.
"Pathetic little wench...I better hurry before your dead carcass starts to stink up my new costume."
Malfius quickly relinquished the corpse of his uniform and dragged the body deep into the cellar and hid it in a cabinet.
He later came by to the scene of the crime and dispose of the broken chair and rope in the attic.
Content with how he had covered his tacks he changed over into his new uniform and washed his hands with a glass of water.
He despised the thoughts of Nordic flakes contaminating his precious golden skin.
He made his way over to where they had agreed to meet. Discovering two people dressed in Stormcloak armor.
"Those ugly colors look good on you two, you guys ready to join the 'Sons and Daughters of Skyrim'..." Malfius teased.
Dalos rolled his eyes. "Let's just get started. I don't want to be seen as a 'Son of Skyrim' any longer than I have to be."
Saeria crossed her arms and shifted her weight once more, leaning back as she regarded Malfius. He looked a tad too tall for a Nord but then, she was crossing into that territory somewhat as well.
"I'm with the Dunmer," she replied blandly, still using her accent. It would be good to put it in practice. "Have you got anything else to run by us, or shall we go?"
Malfius was shocked at how authentic her Nordic tongue was.
"You know if I didn't know any better, I'd suspect you were Jarl Elisif herself. I see you've been playing close attention to her speeches in solitude. Well, on to business then ladies..." He commented, ignoring the fact that Dalos was a male while folding his arms.
"Right this way, if you will...we still have much to discuss in regards to the infiltration of the palace. Follow me to the cornerclub we were shacked up in early for a quick briefing. We could also use a refresher of the layout of the palace. It's best we do that now while we still have access to that map. We don't want to be waltzing around deep behind enemy lines with a stick up our asses, not being able to make head or tails of which direction leads to the Jarls chambers."
Malfius walked down the alley and back into the cornerclub, the stench of the deceased guard had already began to fester and the scent lingered in the air.
She didn't reply to his comments- only uncrossed her arms, sighing quietly. Truth be told, she was a bit suspicious as to his aims, being well aware that he didn't make it a habit to hand out such honeyed words without a healthy coat of venom on top. Nonetheless, Saeria followed after him. She touched Dalos on the shoulder lightly, gesturing with a tilt of her head towards Malfius, the silent message of "let's go" clear.
Dalos remained quiet at Malfius' comment. He realized that the strange Altmer intimidated him. He followed Saeria's lead and walked with them to the corner club. Saeria seemed much more normal to the werewolf. Her presence was a comfort, if only a small one. She was still a dedicated Thalmor though and was no doubt a strong ally to Malfius.
He frowned as he followed after the two. He was excited to be part of the Dominion, but he suddenly felt that he missed the Companions. He knew he could count on them as a brother could. With the Thalmor, he was just a new asset. There was no reason for them to risk their lives for him, or even inconvenience themselves. They held all the cards and with his secret exposed to them, he had no way to resist them.
He wondered if he had just spent too much time with the Companions. He'd grown too comfortable with them and now he felt vulnerable without them. That will change with time, Dalos told himself.
After this mission, he should be a real part of the Dominion. There was no reason for them to betray him. He was being paranoid. Malfius had even expressed approval of him. This mission was what he was looking for. This sense of danger and unpredictability. He should be enjoying this, not fearing it.
By the time he took his seat in the corner club, the dunmer's doubts were placed to the back of his mind. He was focused on the mission again.
Subject: Re: To Kill A King [Closed RP] Sun Jan 29, 2012 2:54 pm
Malfius' scowled fiercely at a peeping dunmer before slamming the door shut behind him. As the door shut a thunderous clap could be heard as rain began to pour down the paved city streets. It was a rare occurrence that such an event ever came to prosper in the snowy winds of Windhelm. It was often even considered a bad omen amongst the Nordic folk. Fitting for the occasion.
At last, they had the seclusion he desired. Malfius' welcome the scent of the deceased as it tickled his nostrils. With great haste, he quickly double time his way over to where the others sat. Pulling out a pipe from his garment as he stood over the table where several miscellaneous document's lie. He stuck a match on the pinewood surface and set the tobacco alight. A toxic black cloud raised like an ebony phoenix that danced through the air.
A stern expression plastered upon his face, he revealed the contents of the files to his peers, glaring at them with piercing eyes, relaying the seriousness of this mission.
After embracing a drag of his pipe and releasing a puff of dark smoke that riddled the atmosphere, he began to analyze the first file.
It was map of the exterior perimeter of the palace walls.
Blood-letter markings had shown an uncanny resemblance to shadowmarks derived from the thieves guild, marking danger zones and safe areas. In all his clever grace, he had managed to deliver a letter to Dalos prior to the mission with the attachment of a glossary of shadowmarks that he had managed to confiscate from a thief that wandered too deep to the inner halls of the Thalmor Embassy. Where the cunning lied in this effort was that if, by mere chance, Dalos was to be compromised and the files were found, the guard captain would assume all the files were tied to a sweep job planned by the thieves guild, instead of a coordinated assassination plot. Yet another party to fall victim, should their plot go awry.
"All right by the looks of things, Dalos has already got everything worked out for us. He may not be an Altmer, but he makes a damn reliable spy. As you can all see here there are always two guards posted on the outside of the palace gates, as well as the occasional roving guard checking in to report his post. Lucky for us, in the next half hour hour, the day shift is going to switch duty with the night shift and go on a pleasant rest cycle inside the palace for dinner and some rest. Good thing for us, we nicked these outfits before they switched shifts."
He shot a sharp glance at Saeria, unflinching in his gaze.
"This is where our lovely femme fatale comes into play. You're going to do all the talking for us. If Dalos or I say a word, our distinct accents will blow our cover and this whole plan goes up in flames. Dalos! If anyone approaches us, we're going to have to rely on mimicking a drunken incomprehensible slur. They'll assume we're too shit-faced from hitting the flagons too hard and leave us alone. It's a good thing we've already been drinking. They should smell the alcohol from our breath and clothes and catch the hint."
He moved on to the second file, brushing aside the first.
"This displays a rough blueprint sketch of the inner layout of the palace. Be cautious, as this place will be flooded with stormcloaks. There will be two guards immediately posted on opposite corners of the entrance to the palace. In the center of the room is a long dinner table where the stormcloaks will gather for the feast of a liftime! Courtesy of our dear 'friend', Mr. Nico! Across from the table is the Jarls' baby-seat where he can usually be found pondering his ignorant speeches. To the right of that is where we will meet our contact. Chances are he'll be dripping with sweat being all alone in there with half a legion of stormcloaks, once he realizes he has back up he should be able to keep his cool. He is already aware of the security phrase that notifies him that we've infiltrated the palace successfully. It'll also allow him to tell us from the rest of Ulfric's dogs. Now our trusty little forsworn here has concocted a poison that will give the Stormcloaks a feast of a lifetime! Oh-ho-ho it will be quite a SHOW! They will be driven to the point of metal and a symphony of clashed steel will sooth our ears! Sibling brutally slaying sibling. Brothers of war dying by each others hands! It's perfect! It almost brings a tear to my eye."
Malfius trailed an imaginary ear down from the corner of his eye to his cheek with the corner of his finger.
"Tears of laughter, that is! After all, you can't spell slaughter without laughter! Teehee..."
He let out a maniacal cackle as he whipped his head back to Dalos as if possessed. Cocking his head slightly, bearing a creepy grin.
"This is your scene, my precious pet! You see...while those idiots are busy killing each other, You and Nico are going to help speed up the process. Oh ho ho oh yesssss..." His voiced snaked. " Now whether or not you want to..let's say...unleash that beautiful beast form of yours you've been secretly keeping under peoples noses. I wouldn't find you filling your tummy with a few meany weeny old Stormcloaks...but If you aren't able to control that little Lycan blood in you and by chance decide to go feral. I would advice against it...after all we wouldn't want to neuter our little doggy woggy prematurely now would we?"
A malevolent grin washed across his face as he panted a dagger into the war room on the map.
"Now if you're following me on this tour of the Palace of Kings, you'll notice to the left of the throne is the Stormcloaks' War Room. Even though our primary mission is to assassinate Ulfric Stormcloak, we will receive a bonus if we manage to collect intel that reveals the hidden stormcloak camps they have tucked away in the hills. This room is usually where the Stormcloak officials meet to plan their attacks. While Dalos and Nico are keeping the stormcloaks busy, Saeria and I will slip in here and grab whatever documents we can find. It should be taken into account that Galmar Stone-fist and the Jarls' Court Wizard won't be present for our little party crashing since they are going on a political movement to keep the other bloody Jarls in line. That leaves Ulfric's lapdog lieutenant, Yrsarald Thrice-Pierced. Being an officer, he won't be eating with the enlisted men and won't be drunk either. If we can sneak past him in the confusion, so be it. If he proves to be a problem Saeria, dispose of him..."
He brushed his hands across the third blueprint, displaying the second floor of the palace.
"With all the Stormcloak officials gone and the guards down below. This area should be empty for the most part, with the exception of a roving guard or two. Ulfrics' chambers can be found in the furthest corner of the halls. Saeria and I know what to do. Just remember, we want him capture alive, don't rupture any vital organs just yet. He puts up a fight, strike to neutralize...not to kill. We'll save that part for later."
Malfius' traced his hands against the final piece of the puzzle. The drawing of the pier that banked on the eastern hemisphere of Windhelm.
"Dalos, when you and Nico are ready, you will inform him to meet us at the pier just outside of town. We'll regroup with you after we have Ulfric. If we're lucky and our other two Thalmor agents haven't been compromised. They should already have the exit secured for us. Once we have all rallyed at the checkpoint we'll escape on a boat that has been discreetly provided for us by the lizards. The current will give us a swift ride downstream where we will latter hide the boat and move inside an abandoned shack where we begin the next phase of our mission."
Finally finishing his long-winded briefing he collecting his dagger, along with the documents, and begun to walk over to the fireplace inside the Cornerclub. Without any hesitation, he thrust the files into the fires and cast them into the flames, where they vaporized into non-existence, never to be traced to him, nor his accomplices.
"Better burn those thoroughly," she muttered, more to herself than Malfius.
Saeria gave herself a last check, making sure she still had her dagger planted somewhere on her. The only good thing about the armor, she thought, was that it was baggy enough for her to carry all or most of the items vital to the plan; the sedative poison, for one thing. Otherwise, it was the abominable work of an abominable people, and she hated it.
The justicar exited the establishment first, eager for this stage of the assignment to be over and done with. She mapped out the route in her head. They would return to Calixto's, and then go past Brunwulf Free-Winter's house, up the steps past the archway and "meet" their replacements, then head into the side-passage to the courtyard of the Palace of Kings. That would be the quickest path.
She leaned against the wall, opposite the door to the Gnisis Cornerclub, waiting for Malfius to finish his work - a wait that would, no doubt, be brief.
Dalos smiled at Malfius' compliment. That was reassuring, right? He nodded at the altmer when he stated their roles to play. Dalos expected himself to play a better drunk this time. He smiled at Malfius' relation of slaughter to laughter, though he wasn't sure if it was out of humor or unease. At the mention of his lycanthropy however, he frowned.
"You don't need to worry about me going feral. I can control myself."
His hand went to the sword he'd stolen from his stormcloak guard. It wasn't one of his conjured blades, but it would do. Dalos the dunmer would be enough.
His eyes watched the papers burn after Malfius threw them to the flames. Soon they were naught but ash and it was time for them to go.
Dalos left the corner club and lead the way to the next phase of the plan. He remembered to let Saeria take the lead on the way there. It was going to be up to her in just a few minutes. He started to act his part as a drunk.
The plan is set. The rules are clear. If all goes right for Malfius' Grifters. They will have swindled the Stormcloaks out of a natural born leader.
Malfius knelt down and checked the fireplace to ensure there was no trace of evidence to be left behind.
"Alright! It's showtime girls!" Malfius gleamed with his display of comical jazz hands.
Malfius chuckled to himself quietly as he shadowed his goons, testing the weight of the mace he relieved the guard of moments earlier. Even though he would rely more so on his magical prowess, a bit of skull-crushing would be delightful to him.
Brandishing a bottle of Honningbrew mead for show, he quickly followed his associates, staying in the rear of the formation.
Night had fallen - Windhelm looked infinitely darker than it had before.
Saeria kept her posture both relaxed and official - she would play the straightman to Malfius and Dalos's drunken bums, after all, and had to look the part. They turned on Free-Winter's house, going up the steps. A light in the distance told her all she needed to know, and her fingers twitched as they neared the oncoming guardsmen.
She was just a bit on the short side for an Altmer - she could pass for a tall Nordic female, if they didn't look too closely. It was Malfius's height that might give them away, but in his foresight, their feigned inebriation allowed him to slouch without catching attention.
Ah, there they were. A pair, both male, that she could tell, and one of them holding a torch.
"Any news on the watch?" asked the one without the torch, his accent surprisingly mild.
"Heard some Khajiit making a fuss outside the walls," she replied, coming up with a plausible answer as fast as she could. "They say the cat was on the sugar. Been quiet, otherwise."
Her tongue felt thick, and it took immense concentration for the justicar's words to remain concise. The guard seemed to accept her answer. His companion nodded towards Dalos and Malfius.
"And those two?" he asked, gruffly, and Saeria had to control her breathing for fear she'd hold her breath. "What, they been drinking?"
Her heart found its beat again.
"Tch. That they have. Must think the victory's an excuse to be idle," she said, disdainfully. "The bloody slackers. Lucky we're about to get off."
Torch-guard, as she termed him, made a disapproving noise, shaking his head, but the other only chuckled.
"Oh, but it is - and to that, we oughtn't keep you. The feast is comin' up, don't you know. Run along, lass. We'll take it from here."
Good. They'd bought it - fully and completely. She nodded.
"I'll hold you to that, then."
The light moved; the pair walked past them without sparing them another glance.
The way was clear.
Subject: kill the king Sun Jan 29, 2012 6:13 pm
Nico headed out of the tavern his weapons and potions concealed, he headed to the palace of kings, such greatness it was probably all from the suffering of others though. As he approached closer he could see a guard at the entrance
"Halt who are you breton to approach the palace of kings." the guard said to him, he replied to the guard
"I am the cook your lord requested to cook meals for the guards"
"oh well it has got to be better than the muck that these dark elves cook for us, go right in" the guard said opening the door.
Nico headed in and went towards the kitchen.
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Whereas some central banks have become more forthcoming on where they claim their official gold reserves are stored (see my recent blog post 'Central bank gold at the Bank of England'), many of the world's central banks remain secretive in this regard, with some central bank staff saying that they are not allowed to provide this information, and some central banks just ignoring the question when asked.
In the 'Central bank gold at the Bank of England' article, I said that "A number of central banks refuse to confirm the location of their gold reserves. I will document this in a future posting." As promised, this blog post explains what I meant by the above statement.
Some of those central banks may have made it into the Bank of England storage list if they had been more transparent in providing gold storage information. However, since they weren't transparent, these banks make it into the alternative 'non-cooperative' list. One subset of this list is central banks, which to be fair to them, did actually respond and said that they cannot divulge gold storage information. The other subset is central banks which didn't reply at all when I asked them about their official gold storage location details.
The below list, although not complete, highlights 7 central banks and 1 official sector financial institution (the BIS), which, when asked where do they store their gold reserves, responded with various similar phrases saying that they could not provide this information. Between them, these 7 central banks claim to hold 1,500 tonnes of gold. Adding in the BIS which represents another 900 tonnes, in total that's 2,400 tonnes of gold where the central banks in charge of that gold will not provide any information as to its whereabouts. Much of this 2,400 tonnes is no doubt stored (at least in name) at the FRBNY and the Bank of England, with some stored in the home countries of some of the central banks.


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1995
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 Preis der Jury:
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1996
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1997
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1998
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 Panel 18
 Wacka Wacka 3 (Hrsg.: Guido Kawczynski)
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1999
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 Kodomo no Yume (Fanzine des überregionalen Anime- und Manga-Fanclubs Kodomo no Yume)
 Nix zu lachen von Mathias Reuter (Fake Press)
 Plop (Hrsg.: Andreas Alt)
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 Tremor

2000
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 Tentakel (Laska Comix)
 Kurzer Prozess (Gringo Comics)
 Horst von Geier und Robi (Schwarzer Turm)
 Tremor
 Kaktus von Gerhard Schlegel und Elke Reinhart (Laska Comix)

2001
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 Schattenreich von Horus (Neun)
 Ineinander von Dirk Schwieger
 Tristitia von Andreas Nikisch (Elmsfire)
 Grimm 2 – Rotkäppchen von Eckart Breitschuh und Wittek (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Rosa Elefanten und weiße Mäuse 4 – Gesichter des Todes von Tim Posern (Offkeks)
 ICOM-Regionalgruppe Rhein-Ruhr
 Laska Comix
 Edition Brunft
 Tremor
 Alischa von Martin Schlierkamp
 Chez Kiosk von Andreas Eikenroth
 Der Fremde von Jimmy Stepanoff
 Wondertüte von ATAK (Jochen Enterprises)

2002
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 Batstick Adventures 27 von Holger Bommer (Gringo Comics)
 Berg Hasi von Mawil (Monogatari)
 Ineinander 2+3 von Dirk Schwieger
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 Kringel 1 – Für ein paar Kringel mehr von Hartmut Klotzbücher (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Kurzer Prozess (Gringo Comics)
 Das Millionenspiel von Andreas Kukuk
 Mosa-Icke (Berliner Mosaik Connection)
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 Silly & Cone – The Talking Tits von Sarah Burrini in Cosmix
 Rosa Elefanten und weiße Mäuse 5 – Sonnige Aussichten von Tim Posern (Offkeks)
 Von mir! von Gerhard Förster (Schwarzer Turm)
 Wie im richtigen Leben (Hrsg.: Jörg Vogeltanz) (Prequel)

2003
 Bestes Fanzine/bester Independent Comic (1.000 Euro): Edition 52 (für Floralia von Ulf K. und Kosmonaut Laika von Gerhard Schlegel und Elke Reinhart)
 Bester Comic-Beitrag "Funny" (je 250 Euro):
 Mawil für Strand Safari (Schwarzer Turm)
 Flix für Held 1: Kurze Hosen Holzgewehr (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Bestes Szenario (250 Euro): Diana R. Sassé für Memories of the Antique White House (Elmsfire)
 Sonderpreis (250 Euro): Tentakel 4 (Laska Comix)
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Von mir 4 von Gerhard Förster (Schwarzer Turm)
 Krieg der Welten von Randy Zimmerman und Horus (Neun)
 Mosa-Icke 3–4 (Berliner Mosaik Connection)
 Zirkus Exitus 1–2 von Volker Sponholz (Herrimans)
 Sand zwischen den Zähnen von Till Lenecke (Weissblech Comics)
 Superbabe 1 von Martin Frei (Gringo Comics)
 Comic-Fachpressen-Index 2000 (Zebra-Redaktion)
 Grimm 5 – Die drei Federn von Flix und Eckart Breitschuh (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Geschichten aus dem Comicgarten von Fil, Reinhard Kleist, Mawil, Andreas Michalke und Oliver Naatz
 Pfefferprinz in Tabledance With Hamlet von Stefan Lintl
 Zuckerfisch 2 – Mit Sahnemeerrettich von Naomi Fearn (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Dat Wettloopen twischen den Hasen un den Swinegel up de lütje Heide bi Buxtehude von Patrick Wirbeleit (Herrimans)
 Strange Girls 2 von Jule K.
 Klinik 4 (Hrsg.: Teer)
 Kringel 2 von Hartmut Klotzbücher (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Der Kosmopolit: Scum von Sascha Thau (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Die kleinen Mutterficker 3 von Stefan, Matthias und Jan Dinter (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Bizarr Bazar 4 von Wittek, Calle Claus u. a. (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 The Anger Diaries 1/1: Der Citoyen von Jörg Vogeltanz

2004
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Hector Umbra 1 von Uli Oesterle (Edition 52)
 Bestes Fanzine (500 Euro): INKplosion.de
 Bester Comic-Beitrag "Funny" (250 Euro): Mawil für Wir können ja Freunde bleiben (Reprodukt)
 Bester Comic-Beitrag "Realistisch" (250 Euro): Reinhard Kleist und Tobias O. Meissner für Berlinoir 1 – Scherbenmund (Edition 52)
 Bestes Szenario (250 Euro): Markus Grolik für On the Run (Edition Panel)
 Sonderpreis (250 Euro): Comicforum.de
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Gier von Isabel Kreitz (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Rohrpost von Volker Sponholz (Herrimans)
 Panik Elektro 1: Autobiographischer Horror (Hrsg.: Wittek) (Schwarzer Turm)
 Miller & Pynchon von Leopold Maurer

2005
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Blue Moon of Kentucky von Stefan Atzenhofer (Schwarzer Turm)
 Bestes Fanzine (500 Euro): Herrensahne 9
 Bester Comic-Beitrag "Funny" (250 Euro): Panik Elektro 2 – Superhelden & Science Fiction (Hrsg.: Wittek) (Schwarzer Turm)
 Bester Comic-Beitrag "Realistisch" (250 Euro): Max Andersson und Lars Sjunnesson für Bosnian Flat Dog (Reprodukt)
 Bestes Szenario (250 Euro): Thomas Gilke für Import/Export in EDIT 34
 Sonderpreis (250 Euro): Deutsche Comicforschung 2005 (Hrsg.: Eckart Sackmann) (Comicplus)
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Dirt Girl von Naomi Fearn (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Die Piccolo-Reihe von Gringo Comics
 Die Schlange von Paul Hoppe (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Sternennächte von Ulf K. (Edition 52)
 Die Band von Mawil (Reprodukt)
 Berlinoir 2 – Mord! von Reinhard Kleist und Tobias O. Meissner (Edition 52)

2006
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Acht, neun, zehn von Arne Bellstorf (Reprodukt)
 Bester Kurzcomic (300 Euro): Katze von Klaus Cornfield (Schwarzer Turm)
 Herausragendes Szenario (300 Euro): Manuele Fior für Menschen am Sonntag (Avant-Verlag)
 Herausragendes Artwork (300 Euro): Moki für Borderland in Panik Elektro 3 (Schwarzer Turm)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine bemerkenswerte Comicpublikation (300 Euro): Electrocomics (Ulli Lust) www.electrocomics.com
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (300 Euro): Kim's Comic-Zeichenkurs (Kim Schmidt u. a.) www.comiczeichenkurs.de
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Cargo von Tim Dinter, Jens Harder, Rutu Modan, Yirmi Pinkus, Guy Morad und Jan Feindt (Avant-Verlag)
 Didi & Stulle von Fil (Reprodukt)
 Schwangerschaftsstreifen von Ingrid Sabisch (Die Heldin Verlag)
 Der Struwwelpeter (Comicfest München/ Laska Comix)

2007
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Meister Lampe von Mawil (Reprodukt)
 Bester Kurzcomic (300 Euro): Zuckerfisch 4 – Im eigenen Saft von Naomi Fearn (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Herausragendes Szenario (300 Euro): Robi für Dipperz 3 (Artwork: R. A. Drude) (Schwarzer Turm)
 Herausragendes Artwork (300 Euro): Toni Greis für Luna (Szenario: Robi) (Schwarzer Turm)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine bemerkenswerte Comicpublikation (300 Euro): Die Zauberflöte von der Zeichnergruppe "World of Comic" und Karin Windorfer (Gloor Verlag)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (300 Euro): Paul Derouet, Comic-Seminar Erlangen
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Epidermophytie 12 – Das große Wimmelbild-Comic
 Dod auf da Koppe' von Frank Cmuchal in Bullengeschichten (Comicaze)
 Brotlose Kunst von Johann Christian Vasold in Paper Theatre 3 (Schwarzer Turm)
 Zwarwald – Elementartierchen von Leo Leowald (Reprodukt)

2008
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Liebe schaut weg von Line Hoven (Reprodukt)
 Bester Kurzcomic "Funny" (300 Euro): Daniel & Oleg von Olli Ferreira und René Roggmann (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Bester Kurzcomic "Realistisch" (300 Euro): Sperrbezirk von Tobi Dahmen (Schwarzer Turm)
 Herausragendes Artwork (300 Euro): Reinhard Kleist für The Secrets of Coney Island (Edition 52)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine bemerkenswerte Comicpublikation (300 Euro): Didi & Stulle 1–7 von Fil (Reprodukt)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (300 Euro): Burkhard Ihme
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Shōkuhn von Harald Kuhn (Studio Koketsu)
 Halbstark von Spong (Katzenjammer Verlag)
 Moresukine von Dirk Schwieger (Reprodukt)
 Kommissar Kötza – Das Harnsteinzimmer von Holger Weyrauch (Keramikcomics)

2009
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Die sechs Schüsse von Philadelphia von Ulrich Scheel (Avant-Verlag)
 Bester Kurzcomic (300 Euro): Raues Sitten von Leo Leowald (Reprodukt)
 Herausragendes Szenario (300 Euro): Spong für Tara oder Der Marterpfahl, der Leben heißt (Katzenjammer Verlag)
 Herausragendes Artwork (300 Euro): Bastian Baier und Robert Mühlich für Der Schicksalsgnom (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine bemerkenswerte Comicpublikation (300 Euro): Orang 7 (Reprodukt)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (300 Euro): Comicgate Magazin 3
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Fashionvictims, Trendverächter von Ulli Lust (Avant-Verlag)
 Kommissar Eisele – Kripo Stuttgart von Martin Frei (Gringo Comics)
 Paralleluniversum – Urknall von Ivo Kircheis (Beatcomix)
 Schalke – Helden von ganz unten von Michael Vogt (KonturBlau)

2010
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Heute ist der letzte Tag vom Rest deines Lebens von Ulli Lust (Avant-Verlag)
 Bester Kurzcomic (300 Euro): Die Schande von Rahlstedt von Andreas Hartung in Epidermophytie 15
 Herausragendes Szenario (300 Euro): Simon Schwartz für Drüben! (Avant-Verlag)
 Herausragendes Artwork (300 Euro): Katharina Greve für Ein Mann geht an die Decke (die Biblyothek)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine bemerkenswerte Comicpublikation (300 Euro): Spring 6
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (300 Euro): Olivia Vieweg, Beatrice Beckmann und Vicky Danko für Paper Theatre (Schwarzer Turm)
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Dave Grigger von Mamei und Ivo Kircheis (Beatcomix)
 Jazam! 4 – Monster
 Kleiner Vogel Rot von Veronika Mischitz und Christopher Bünte (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Leroy & Dexter – 10 hoch minus 9 von Thomas Gilke (Avant-Verlag)

2011
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Die Toten 1 + 2, herausgegeben von Stefan Dinter und Christopher Tauber (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Bester selbstverlegter Comic (300 Euro): ZIRP 4 von Till Thomas
 Herausragendes Szenario (300 Euro): Mamei und Ivo Kircheis für Rocket Blues (Beatcomix)
 Herausragendes Artwork (300 Euro): Erik für Dédé 1 – Sind sie tot, Madame? (Epsilon Verlag)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine bemerkenswerte Comicpublikation (300 Euro): Jazam! 5 – Nachtleben
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (300 Euro): Dirk Rehm (Reprodukt)
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Argstein – Albtraum unterm Berg von Josef Rother und Eckart Breitschuh (Weissblech Comics)
 Blutrotkäppchen von David Füleki (Delfinium Prints)
 www.zampano-online.com (David Boller)
 Lemon Law 3 – Nackte Tatsachen (Fireangels)
 Die Zeit und Gott von Aike Arndt (Zwerchfell Verlag)

2012
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Seelenfresser – Erstes Buch: Liebe von Schwarwel (Glücklicher Montag)
 Bester Kurz-Comic (300 Euro): The Quest von Till Hafenbrak in Biografiktion 3: ABBA (Edition Biografiktion)
 Herausragendes Szenario (300 Euro): Marijpol für Trommelfels (Avant-Verlag)
 Herausragendes Artwork (300 Euro): David Füleki
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine bemerkenswerte Comicpublikation (300 Euro): Perry – Unser Mann im All (Alligatorfarm)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (300 Euro): Levin Kurio (Weissblech Comics)
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Saarland Album von Bernd Kissel (Geistkirch Verlag)
 Black Label 1: Mädchencomic von Regina Haselhorst (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Tumba – Die Fratze des Todes von Stephan Hagenow und Geier (Gringo Comics)
 Der Ziegensauger von Thomas Wellmann (Rotopolpress)

2013
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Das UPgrade 1 von Sascha Wüstefeld und Ulf S. Graupner (Zitty)
 Bester Kurz-Comic (300 Euro): Adieu Kakapo von Max Fiedler in Herrensahne 12
 Herausragendes Szenario (300 Euro): Carolin Walch für Roxanne & George (Reprodukt)
 Herausragendes Artwork (300 Euro): Maike Plenzke für Mittagspause in Bettgeschichten (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine bemerkenswerte Comicpublikation (300 Euro): Neufundland
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (300 Euro): Der Wettbewerb "Comic-Clash", ausgeschrieben von Moga Mobo und Epidermophytie
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Earth unplugged von Jennifer Daniel (Jaja Verlag)
 zuhause während der digitalen Revolution von Wolfgang Buechs (Ventil Verlag)
 White Line von Calle Claus (Edition 52)
 Schatz von Yinfinity in Jazam! 7

2014
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Lescheks Flug von Sebastian Stamm (Rotopolpress)
 Bester Kurz-Comic (300 Euro): Tesserakt von Tim Gaedke (SuKuLTuR)
 Herausragendes Szenario (300 Euro): Andreas Eikenroth für Die Schönheit des Scheiterns (Edition 52)
 Herausragendes Artwork (300 Euro): Thomas Wellmann für Pimo & Rex (Rotopolpress)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine bemerkenswerte Comicpublikation (300 Euro): Pure Fruit 6
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (300 Euro): Sarah Burrini
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Anders (Edition Kwimbi)
 Hinter den Sieben Burgen von Alexander von Knorre (Jaja Verlag)
 Cocobug von Eric Schneider (Jaja Verlag)
 Heimdall von Max Baitinger (Rotopolpress)

2015
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Als ich mal auf hoher See verschollen war von Maximilian Hillerzeder (Edition Kwimbi)
 Bester Kurz-Comic (300 Euro): Insel Karkinos von Tim Gaedke
 Herausragendes Szenario (300 Euro): Paulina Stulin für The Right Here Right Now Thing (Jaja Verlag)
 Herausragendes Artwork (300 Euro): Yinfinity für Die kleine blaue Melancholie
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine bemerkenswerte Comicpublikation (300 Euro): Ach, so ist das?! von Martina Schradi (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (300 Euro): "Comic Solidarity"
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Mister Origami von Bastian Baier und Robert Mühlich (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Mondo 2
 Oh 3 (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Penner von Christopher Burgholz (Jaja Verlag)

2016
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Tobisch von Joachim Brandenberg (Jaja Verlag)
 Bester Kurz-Comic (300 Euro): Libretto 1 von Ferdinand Lutz (Quantity Books)
 Herausragendes Szenario (300 Euro): Lukas Kummer für Die Verwerfung (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Herausragendes Artwork (300 Euro): Lisa Rau für Waldgeflüster
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine bemerkenswerte Comicpublikation (300 Euro): Jaja Verlag
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (300 Euro): www.dreimalalles.info (Christian Maiwald)
 Charly-Eiselt-Preis für die beste Publikation eines Newcomers (erstes Album oder Buch) (500 Euro): Nomaden von Jan Vismann (Jaja Verlag)
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Heimelig von Franz Suess (Glaskrähe)
 Das Nichts und Gott von Aike Arndt (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Union der Helden 1: Der erste Tag von Arne Schulenberg und Jens Sundheim (Edition Kwimbi)
 Die Wurzeln der Lena Siebert von Raphaela Buder (Mairisch Verlag)

2017
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Survivor Girl von Christopher Tauber, Ingo Römling und Kim Liersch (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Bester Kurz-Comic (300 Euro): Lisa von Lenny Großkopf in Jazam! 11 – Abenteuer
 Herausragendes Szenario (300 Euro): Calle Claus und Olli Ferreira für Dorle (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Herausragendes Artwork (300 Euro): Sabrina Schmatz für München 1945 (Schwarzer Turm)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine bemerkenswerte Comicpublikation (300 Euro): Austrian Superheroes 1–4 (Contentkaufmann)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (300 Euro): Johanna Baumann für die Comiczeichner-Challenge Comic-Collab und den Fuck Yeah!-Kalender
 Charly-Eiselt-Preis für die beste Publikation eines Newcomers (erstes Album oder Buch) (500 Euro): Circus Irritans von Katharina Netolitzky (Schwarzer Turm)
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Herrn Heidenreichs fabulöser Heimat- und Sachkundeunterricht von Bastian Baier und Robert Mühlich
 Get Your Man von Kami (Schwarzer Turm)
 Abschied und Der Duft von Ramen von Jo Lott
 Isopoda von Franz Suess (Glaskrähe)

2018
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Jazam! 12 – Spiel
 Bester Kurz-Comic (300 Euro): Verhandlungssache von Heinz Wolf in Echo des Wahnsinns (Sphinx Spieleverlag)
 Herausragendes Szenario (300 Euro): Federico Cacciapaglia für Immigrant Star (Jaja Verlag)
 Herausragendes Artwork (300 Euro): Paula Bulling für Lichtpause (Rotopol)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine bemerkenswerte Comicpublikation (300 Euro): Heart of Gold von Elisabeth Baumgartner und Viviane Tanner
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (300 Euro): Christian A. Bachmann Verlag
 Charly-Eiselt-Preis für die beste Publikation eines Newcomers (erstes Album oder Buch) (500 Euro): Sterben ist echt das Letzte! von Eva Müller (Schwarzer Turm)
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Fremdkörper von Marte Negele in Versunken & Entsprungen – Gezeichnete Geschichten aus Augsburg (Wißner-Verlag)
 Don Rosa – I Still Get Chills von Alex Jakubowski und Lois Lammerhuber
 Kristall und Rauch von Ralf Marczinczik (Museum Schnütgen)
 Das größte Fest der Welt von Christopher Tauber und Annelie Wagner (Zwerchfell Verlag)

2019
 Bester Independent Comic (500 Euro): Don't touch it! von Timo Grubing (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Bester Kurz-Comic (300 Euro): Willy the Kid – Alles im grünen Bereich von Raul und Rautie (Edition Panel)
 Herausragendes Szenario (300 Euro): Franz Suess für Sonntage (Kabinett)
 Herausragendes Artwork (300 Euro): Veronika Gruhl für Das verfluchte Elixier (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine bemerkenswerte Comicpublikation (300 Euro): Di Abenteuer fom Hartmut von Haggi (Gringo Comics)
 Sonderpreis der Jury für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (300 Euro): Guido Weißhahn und www.ddr-comics.de
 Charly-Eiselt-Preis für die beste Publikation eines Newcomers (erstes Album oder Buch) (500 Euro): Kramer von Natalie Ostermaier (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Lobende Erwähnungen:
 Leporello Bibliographie Nr. 1: Günter Hain von Michael Hebestreit
 Panel – tenaxious comix von Christian Vähling u. a. (Edition Panel)
 Kauboi und Kaktus – Hell is' im Wunderland von Christian Schmiedbauer (www.kauboiundkaktus.de)
 Der Brunnen von Sandra Unterberger

2020
 Bester Independent Comic – Selbstveröffentlichung (1.000 Euro): Utille! von Hannes Stummvoll
 Bester Independent Comic – Verlagsveröffentlichung (1.000 Euro): Prinz Gigahertz von Lukas Kummer (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Bester Independent Comic – Sonderpreis (1.000 Euro): Björn Eichenwicht und der immergrüne Wald von Korinna Seidel und Adrian Richter (Zwerchfell Verlag)

Nominiert für den Preis waren zudem

 Business Worm von Tim Gaedke (Verlagsveröffentlichung: Jaja Verlag)
 El Herpez von Michael Hacker (Selbstveröffentlichung)
 Der Jas – 1. Rache von Jean-Louis Schlesser und Marc Angel (Verlagsveröffentlichung: WEEERD im Verlag der Ideen)
 Rabenfluch von Lian (Selbstveröffentlichung)
 Shoot-Up-Hill von maleek (Selbstveröffentlichung)
 Und wenn die Wahrheit mich vernichtet von Drushba Pankow (Verlagsveröffentlichung: Pallotti Verlag)
 Zur Sonne von Sascha Herrmann, Nina Hoffmann, Katja Klengel (Texte) und Matthias Lehmann (Text und Zeichnungen) (Selbstveröffentlichung)

2021
 Bester Independent Comic – Selbstveröffentlichung (1.000 Euro): Kein Vatertag von Sascha Dörp
 Bester Independent Comic – Verlagsveröffentlichung (1.000 Euro): Vasja, dein Opa von Anna Rakhmanko und Mikkel Sommer (Rotopol)
 Bester Independent Comic – Sonderpreis (1.000 Euro): Handbuch polnische Comickulturen nach 1989 von Kalina Kurczynska und Renata Makarska (Herausgeber) (Christian A. Bachmann Verlag)

Nominiert für den Preis waren zudem

 COMIXENE 136, herausgegeben von René Lehner (Sonderpreis, Rätselfactory Lehner)
 Kommissar Eisele und sein Henker von Martin Frei (Verlagsveröffentlichung: Gringo Comics)
 Menschen am Fluss Comic-Tagebuch von Christian Schmiedbauer (Selbstveröffentlichung)
 Mustafa und die Bumbos von David Weiss (Selbstveröffentlichung)
 ORT (1000%) von Franz Suess (Selbstveröffentlichung)
 Wellenbrechaz von Sebastian Sommer (Verlagsveröffentlichung: Gringo Comics)
 Yellowstone von Philipp Spreckels und Dave Scheffel-Runte (Verlagsveröffentlichung: Zwerchfell Verlag)

2022
 Bester Independent Comic – Selbstveröffentlichung (1.000 Euro): The Most Dangerous Game von Geier
 Bester Independent Comic – Verlagsveröffentlichung (1.000 Euro): Murr von Josephine Mark (Zwerchfell Verlag)
 Bester Independent Comic – Sonderpreis für eine besondere Leistung oder Publikation (1.000 Euro): Die Liebe ist stärker als der Tod von Oliver Ottitsch (Scherz & Schund Fabrik)

Nominiert für den Preis waren zudem

 ASH – Austrian Superheroes, Harald Havas, Stefan Gutternight, Dagmar Wyka, Kimberley Lex, Viviana DiChiara, Michael Hafner, Andreas Butzbach, Robert Jazze Niederle, Andreas Blanckenstein, Benedict Thill, Andi Paar, Viviana DiChiara, Michael Wittmann, Jörg Vogeltanz, Dozer Draws, Oliver Naatz (Sonderpreis, Indiekator-Verlag)
 Der fabelhafte Doktor Breslau – Das Callisto-Rätsel von Geier (Selbstveröffentlichung)
 Fürchtetal von Markus und Christine Färber (Rotopol)
 Kommissar Eisele, Soko 0711 von Martin Frei (Verlagsveröffentlichung: Gringo Comics)
 ORT (in Aspern) von Franz Suess (Selbstveröffentlichung)
 Der totgeglaubte Krieg von Bernd Pohlenz (Kurator) (Verlagsveröffentlichung: schauraum: comic+cartoon)
 Trip mit Tropf von Josephine Mark (Verlagsveröffentlichung: Kibitz Verlag)

Weblinks
 Informationen zum Independent Comic Preis auf der Internetseite des ICOM

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Tuesday, September 26, bands from multiple area schools gathered at Oswego High School to present their pieces in front of judges non-competitively.
The Marching Band Review is a way for bands to perform and receive criticisms for improvement. The criticisms are given by adjudicators, who each specialize in a part of a band.
Bands from many different schools arrived by bus and flooded onto the school's football field to perform their halftime show performances. The schools involved in this large event were Sandwich, East Aurora, West Aurora, Metea Valley, Oswego East, Crystal Lake Central, Elgin, Yorkville, Reavis, and Oswego High Schools. Each school performed one at a time in front of four adjudicators: Brian Logan (Director of Bands at VanderCook College of Music), Dr. Benjamin Druffel (Marching Band Director at Eastern Illinois University), James Yakas (Percussion Director at VanderCook College of Music), and Jeannette Kreier (colorguard coach at Wheeling and Warren High Schools). The adjudicators watched the bands and gave their comments on how the performance was, and how to improve their performance. Every band that attended this event worked very hard to know their material.
An amazing night came from all of the long hours of practice. The turnout for the review was packed. The stadium was filled with people watching and listening to the performances, giving their support to the bands. And all of the bands did very well. Kevin Schoenbach, the associate director of bands, commented that the night went well, like previous reviews, and that he "enjoyed the Sandwich band and the amount of stuff they were able to do with a band that was roughly half the size of ours. Also, East Aurora was easily the best [he has] ever seen them, probably because OHS alumni Joe Kulick was recently hired as their assistant director". The night was also a tremendous fundraiser in the band program, because of Band Boosters support.


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Today, I wanted to try my hand at print mixing. I decided to pair yet another tweed jacket, with this beautiful bird print top that I picked up at H&M. Although the prints don't match (which is totally the point) they have similar cream undertones, and that brings them together. Stay tuned for lots more print mixing to come!
Love that jacket, Zara do the best ones!


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To be most straightforward with you, every blogger on the face of the Earth has their own reason (or reasons) for blogging.
Could you remember what it was that motivated you to blog?
Well, in my case, I do (And, it is something that I would never forget).
I simply wanted a space on the internet to express myself (And, a blogging platform turned out to be the ideal medium for that).
Since there are various types of personalities, people without a doubt will possess various reasons for starting a blog of their own; so without further ado, let us explore those possibilities together.
For the record, there is nothing wrong with wanting to bring in an income via your blog.
The dark aspect of this is when a blogger puts money before people (Especially, when all they care about is money).
I would also like to state, that not every blogger is interested in making money with their blog.
There are those people like myself, who blog for the sheer fun of it.
Choose a very profitable niche.
Pay your money to advertise your blog or your online business via your social media accounts.
Make money via affiliate marketing.
Dear friend, those are merely a handful of things that bloggers can do to make money via their blogs.
As I have stated earlier, never put money before people because it is the wrong thing to do and your blog or your online business will figuratively crash and burn (There are people who are great at seeing through the facade — people whom you cannot fool).
And even though you are legitimate, there is no guarantee that you are going to bring in a huge sum of cash via your blog or your online business.
The God's/Goddess's truth is that there are those people who are able to make a decent living off of blogging, while there are those people who make very little money off of blogging (The results, of course, will vary from person to person).
Blogging with the intentions of becoming famous is somewhat of a misguided approach because the blogosphere is heavily saturated with blogs.
For the record, it is possible for a blogger to become well-known in a small part of the internet; such as in the case of Neil Patel who provides countless people with no-nonsense blogging advice via his website (And, there are still a lot of people who are unaware of his presence; therefore he is not famous in the true sense of the word).
I genuinely believe that you have a better chance of winning the lottery than becoming famous via your blog.
Spending lots of cash in the area of a vast advertising campaign.
Genuinely helping your fellow bloggers.
Doing lots of vlogs (as in the case of YouTube videos) and add the links to your blog along with your social media accounts to your vlog.
While those things will help to increase your level of popularity, it cannot guarantee you that you will become famous.
I would also like to highlight the fact, that there are some actors, actresses, musicians, singers, sportsmen, sportswomen, politicians and television news anchors who are unhappy and are dissatisfied with life despite being famous.
Are you sure that becoming a famous blogger will grant you happiness or satisfaction?
The truth is you cannot!
Hey, we all love to be entertained.
Publishing photos of people, animals, insects, plants, places and things.
Publishing long and short stories.
Publishing articles that are based on the lives of famous people.
Blogs that are highly entertaining usually receive a high percentage of incoming traffic.
So, in all honesty, there is nothing wrong with entertaining your viewing audience.
Blogging with the intentions of helping others is a noble act.
In reality, lots of people appreciate being helped.
Publishing recipes (A lot of people are interested in learning how to cook).
Helping others is highly recommended since there are a lot of people who are in genuine need of help.
Also, we all know what it feels like to be helped by someone (The feeling is a good one).
What goes around, comes around. So, whenever you are in need of help again, you will receive it.
Have you helped anyone lately?
It is no big secret, that some bloggers use their blogs as an online diary; which is their chosen method of documenting the things that happen to them.
Publishing their emotional trials and tribulations.
Publishing the places that they vacationed at.
Publishing the various types of food and the beverages that they consumed.
Publishing where they purchased affordable clothing, footwear, makeup and jewellery.
The majority of us enjoy reading the life experiences of others (Which is one of the reasons why a large percentage of us enjoy reading people's autobiographies).
If you are the type of blogger who enjoys interacting with their fellow bloggers, there is a very high probability of those people interacting with you.
Believe it or not, some genuine bonds of friendships are actually formed in the blogosphere.
And, from experience, I can admit to you, that it is a lot of fun interacting with bloggers from all over the world.
If it is your intention to meet other people, I can guarantee you that your blog is not going to be a lonely one.
Do see to it that your blog's atmosphere is warm and friendly.
And, continue interacting with your fellow bloggers in the blogosphere.
Blogging for the right reason (or reasons) will make your blogging journey a joyous one.
And, blogging for the wrong reason (or reasons) will contribute to misery and the eventual demise of your blog.
So, for the sake of your happiness and for the sake of your blog's longevity, I do hope that you are blogging for the right reason (Or reasons).
🙂 Thank you so kindly for reading and commenting!
That was a great summary of the reasons people have for blogging.
I just nominated you for The Sunshine Blogger Award.
🙂 That was rather nice of you, my friend. But, I am not into blogging awards.
🙂 You are most welcome, Sadje!
While it would be lovely to make money from my blog it would have to be without much effort on my part.
🙂 It is a pleasure being in your blogging village, Karen.
My thoughts exactly! Well, except I don't write poetry.
I blog so that I can express my opinions, share my perspectives, stimulate my imagination, and exercise my creativity.
🙂 I figured that out by visiting your blog on a regular basis, Fandango.
Thank you for your participation, my friend!
🙂 Thank you for sharing that with me, my friend!
My only reason cross a few of these: to entertain, to document my life, and to meet people. No more and no less. But this list seems like a good list of the other possibilities, too.
🙂 Thank you for your valuable input, Harry.
emem… Become a famous is not our goals… I just want to sell our product in the blog.. maybe,Could you tell me what kinds of platform have more opportunity to sell and promote electronics,capacitors…thank you very much!!
🙂 A WordPress blog combined with social media accounts should help you to accomplish that goal of yours.
🤔 Only you can figure that out.
For me, the blogging represents two of the reasons you gave above. It's a way for me to express myself creatively and a way to promote my business. I only have three blog posts under my belt, but I really love doing it. It doesn't feel like work. I feel as if I'm sharing a little piece of myself with others. Thanks for the read and insights!
I keep missing your posts! I need to activate notifications!
Anyway, I blog for me and so that there's a little bit of me on the internet for my family to read if they want. Blogging is also a way to make friends and my blog is a place to.save my thoughts and photos etc. I hope I'm entertaining someone somewhere!
🤔 Hmm. So, does that mean you are not seeing my posts on your WordPress Reader?
Thank you for sharing that with me, Marie-Céline!
Renard I don't always see them there.
🙂 Thank you for letting me know, Marie-Céline.
I have just accidentally unfollowed you, but now I'm following again with notifications enabled. Shouldn't miss anymore posts now.
🙂 That is good to know, Marie-Céline.
🙂 Thank you for sharing that with me, Beaton.
Love this post Renard. Neil became famous because he put people first, over profits, for years and years and years. I am just little old me but find my name mentioned on round ups with guys like Neil. He is famous. I am kinda getting a little known LOL. But really, it is just me putting people first, helping folks and doing uncomfortable things daily. No desire to be super well known but if it happens, just the result of me diving into blogging fears daily and helping tons of folks.
🙂 You were always good at putting other people first and facing your fears.
Thank you for your valuable input, Ryan.
🙂 Thank you for reading and commenting, Marnie.
I write in order to motivate and inspire. In hopes that somewhere, somehow, my stories and perspectives of life will impact or even bring light into someone's situation. Therefore, I do it for the people… Thank you for putting this in focus for me. I enjoy reading your blogs. Blessings, peace, and prosperity.
You're one of a handful of bloggers/writers that recommend going self-hosted. I may look into it a bit further. Thanks Renard.
🙂 You are welcome, my friend.
I recommend self-hosted for business-related blogs. However, it is not mandatory to go self-hosted for personal blogs.
I laughed at to "become famous." Is it normal to feel overwhelmed in the beginning? What I really want to do is help people lift their lives, but as I learn about all the social media stuff and the "pins" and "dings" I'm overwhelmed and wonder if I'll be able to make any lasting impact with only a handful of views. Any advice?
🙂 Continue to have fun and do associate yourself with like-minded bloggers.
🙂 Thank you, my friend.
Hi Renard Moreau,greetings from India.Thank you so much for the yeoman service.
Many times I wonder,whether it is possible to fit into the blogging community,since one becomes a drop in the ocean of the community,leave alone getting some decent recognition.
Surprisingly we,humans are never tired of becoming famous leave alone making money via blogging.
🙂 Thank you for sharing your perspective.
🙂 Your reason to blog is a very legitimate one.
🙂 Thank you for sharing that with me.
I can definitely get behind "Helping others" and to "Document your life". Great list that you've comprised and a timeless blog, nice work!
Your comment is deeply appreciated!


KINETIC CARNIVAL: The Fight To Keep Ruby's Alive Begins!
The Fight To Keep Ruby's Alive Begins!
With all the opposition against Zamperla's decision to axe Ruby, the people are gathering to protest. They will not let it go down without a fight.
This Saturday, November 6th at 1pm, there will be a big rally to make noise towards Zamperla, Borough Prez. Marty Markowitz, Domenic Recchia, Mayor Micheal Bloomberg, and the Coney Island Development Corporation.
You can sign the petition here and then email, call, and fax these city officials with your pleads. Help save Ruby's Bar and Grill!
In business since 1934, we are the Oldest Bar and Grill on the Coney Island and is famously located directly on the boardwalk with the Atlantic Ocean as our front yard.
RUBY'S is family owned and operated. We are the only full service bar & grill on the boardwalk with indoor seating. RUBY'S was Voted the 14th sexiest beach bar in the world by the TRAVEL CHANNEL. Other awards include best Dive bar in Brooklyn 1999, 2002, 2005, and. best jukebox on the boardwalk 40 years running.
Our season is from (April) Palm Sunday thru Halloween Oct 31st.
It just doesn't seem right to kick all these places out after they've helped bring business to the area. It just seems like they're trying to get rid of all Coney Island's personality.
And feel free to sound off!
Coney Events: Stuff Yourself Silly!