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Friday, 28. July 2006
first skype-virus
Sunday, 23. July 2006
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Wir unser Filmprojekt (”Gesehenes gehört“) haben eine Förderung vom Programm EU Jugend erhalten ! Wundebarst
trotzdem müssen wir noch einiges an Geld auftreiben, um das Projekt mit unserem letzten Budgetplan zu realisieren ….. *hoff*
Schaut zwar etwas abschreckend aus die Website, aber über die National Agentur in Wien wurde die Förderung vermittelt.
Danke!
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Sunday, 23. July 2006
hitzefrei!
was befindet sich wohl hinter hitze ?
Nach Hause kommen um 00:30 und eine Wohnung vorfinden, die zwar wegen der blühenden Schlingpflanzen mit den plastikartigen Blühten, deren Namen ich noch immer nicht kenne, gut riecht, - aber das Thermometer 32 Grad zeigt - ist schon etwas hart nach einem Tag, den die meinsten wohl als “Hundstag” bezeichnen würden. Viel zu heiss einfach. Wieder einmal ein Versuch mich mit Gross und Kleinschreibung zu versuchen. Schaut doch irgendwie formiger aus.
Gestern wieder mal eine geöffnete Kellertür in der Jörgerstrasse. Und seit Donnerstagabend wissen wir auch wieder “den Keller am Ende des Universums” nennen. Und zwar Subterrarium ….
Seit den letzten Tagen geht mir gar nicht aus dem Kopf “Roxane” von The Police, wirklich ein Meisterwerk.
Eine für mich auch neue Entdeckung war für mich das Caritas Lager in Wien. Glaub dort gibts immer was was mitgenommen werden muss. Unlängst waren es folgende Platten: Pumukel, Reinhard Bilgari und eine Anleitung eines hyperfunktionalen Plattenspielers. Allesamt geniale Funde!
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Saturday, 15. July 2006
the handydandy live at cabaret voltaire
a few days ago the handydandy did a performance on digital art week at cabaret voltaire (zürich, switzerland).
>>>> some more photos
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Sunday, 9. July 2006
…Woodquater..
.. nach einem aussergewöhnlichen Gig im Waldviertel in der AvalonAndersWelt (www.avalonweb.at) zu Muks 30-er bereiten wir uns für unser letzte Europakonzert in Zürich bei der Digital Art Week vor….
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Sunday, 9. July 2006
Anförderung….
…. schaut ganz gut aus, dass wir von der EU eine Förderung von 10.000 Euro bekommen. Damit geht unser Budget zwar noch nicht ganz auf. Trotzdem heisst das, dass wir das Projekt in jedem Fall realisieren werden.
Die nächsten 2 Monate werden wir noch Researchen, uns mit unseren PartnerInnen in Estland, Lettland und Litauen organisieren, Aufnahme-Versuche durchführen, einen/eine Bilde/n ausfindig machen, der uns durch das Projekt begleitet und und überhaupt ein genaues Filmkonzept entwickeln.
Die ersten 2 Septemberwochen ist dann Showtime! Freu mich schon.
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Sunday, 9. July 2006
WM-ismus
…die letzten WM stunden. und mir ists ganz egal. sitz daheim und lass die WM WM sein und hab meine ruhe. sehr fein.
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Thursday, 6. July 2006
burgenländische mülch
Unsere Mülch von den Kühen unserer Bauern. Das Burgenland gilt zwar nicht als eines der klassischen Milchwirtschaftsgebiete Österreichs und jedoch sind wir Burgenländer Österreichs absolute Spitze was den Milchertrag betrifft.
Noch Stolzer aber macht uns der Geschmack unserer Milchprodukte: “Mülch aus dem Burgenland schmeckt auch vielen ausserhalb des Burgenlands. Einmal probiert … und Du bist daheim.
Wo fühlt man sich eigentlich daheim?
Dort wo man einfach so sein kan wie man ist. Dort wo man seine Eigenarten leben kann. Dort wo es Dinge gibt, die einem vertraut sind, wie unsere Milch, die hat ihren eigenen Charakter: unverfälscht, natürlich und echt. Burgenländisch eben.
Ein Schluck … und Du bist daheim.
Quelle: Burgenländisches Milchpackerl
….ein 3-faches Post an den/die Texter. Phenomänal burgenländisch!
Wednesday, 5. July 2006
STADT LAND ….
nach 3 wochen offline im sonnigen und regnerischen burgenland im zuge von
TRANSIT, bin ich nun wieder zurück in wien.
(was gescheh bei TRANSIT … [Macro story not allowed in sandbox])
und muss sagen.
STADT LAND .. clash! hab ich in diesem ausmass noch nicht erlebt. ganz andere stadt wahrnehmung. so viel menschen - und text und bilder überall. filter müssen erst wieder aktiviert werden. die stadt ist auch nur ein grosses dorf mit vielen mikrodörfern. jedes haus für sich ein dorf mit seinen eigenheiten …
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