April 5, 2010
Essay
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“What the fudge is that supposed to mean?!” I hear you asking, so let me explain. The »-symbol in the beginning indicates, that this post is going to be a story, an essay or some other kind of fiction; as opposed to the ♫-symbol, indicating music. “The Gift-Bearer” is the working title of a series of connected stories I am going to write and publish here. If it doesn’t make any sense to you right now, please bear with me (haha!).
“Chapter 1″ now is the first chapter in this series. Got that? Good. Then let’s begin!
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"What the fudge is that supposed to mean?!" I hear you asking, so let me explain. The »-symbol in the beginning indicates, that this post is going to be a story, an essay or some other kind of fiction; as opposed to the ♫-symbol, indicating music. "The Gift-Bearer" is the working title of a series of connected stories I am going to write and publish here. If it doesn't make any sense to you right now, please bear with me (haha!).
"Chapter 1" now is the first chapter in this series. Got that? Good. Then let's begin!
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They didn't see me. I pressed my body as flat as possible against the old railroad ties and didn't move a bit. In the distance the two of them were looking for me, one was the bastard that had shot me. It was a stupid idea anyway to look for gifts in that old factory. Hell, I even was sure that some other people may had the very same idea the very same days, yet still I went. Damn, I had no other choice. Didn't even make it past the fencing rubble barricades when I was trying to a
March 21, 2010
Essay, Seph Carissa / texx sound
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Time for some music. I recently finished Mass Effect and was intrigued by the rather well drawn characters in the narrative as well as by the music which had such a familiar appeal to it, thanks to the 80′s synths in an orchestral setting. Again, I wanted to add my personal two cents to the dark voyage through the galaxy — plus some bonus material. And you can find both right here!
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Time for some music. I recently finished Mass Effect and was intrigued by the rather well drawn characters in the narrative as well as by the music which had such a familiar appeal to it, thanks to the 80's synths in an orchestral setting. Again, I wanted to add my personal two cents to the dark voyage through the galaxy -- plus some bonus material. And you can find both right here!
I was working like crazy for many hours straight on that song, the melancholic and desperate flair I was trying to achieve eventually made images pop up in my head, so I guess I succeeded in creating something evocative. In fact, the images and the feel was so clear that I wrote down a little story.
Ideally you click now the play-button and read the short story below.
Seph Carissa - Space Love. 2010.
[audio:http://philstrahl.com/downloads/audio/2010/seph_carissa_-_space_love_v03.mp3]
If it could rain in space it now would. I look across the capsule. I can see her, head down, her eyes a pale blue, pale as the
August 22, 2009
Dear Diary, Essay, photography
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Berlin was calling. I had to go. Like the years before. When you’ve been to Berlin once before (and ain’t not sick of it already), you just have to return. Every summer this city calls me by a feeling or just by plain Austrian fatigue. Then I book a flight, make no plans and off I go.
This is a short photo-blog-post of my impressions.
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Berlin was calling. I had to go. Like the years before. When you've been to Berlin once before (and ain't not sick of it already), you just have to return. Every summer this city calls me by a feeling or just by plain Austrian fatigue. Then I book a flight, make no plans and off I go.
This is a short photo-blog-post of my impressions.
Berlin needs to be experienced best through the microscope of everyday experiences. Berlin is detail, it is a patchwork of delicacies woven together by stretching alleys and slowly crumbling houses. Berlin is chipped-off paint on pre-war buildings, covered in stickers and iced with graffiti. They look all the same from afar but become more and more discrete the closer one looks.
But don't get lost in the details. Enjoy the sun, enjoy the wind, enjoy the low prices and the smell of coal and smoke in the winter.
Berlin is flat. At least in Google Earth it is. Once you roam the sidewalks they are an uneven terrain for the unassuming traveler flipp
March 17, 2007
Essay, Reports
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Today was one of the days you won’t forget. But what was the essence of this day, the overall theme of its uniqueness? Experience I say, in many ways.
If you want to read about Stefan Sagmeister, a sudden incident and a cat, sacrifice ten minutes of your precious time and read on.
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Today was one of the days you won’t forget. But what was the essence of this day, the overall theme of its uniqueness? Experience I say, in many ways.
If you want to read about Stefan Sagmeister, a sudden incident and a cat, sacrifice ten minutes of your precious time and read on.
Prologue: The Dream
I am cruising with my car somewhere around Graz and its surroundings. I feel at ease, it is a warm day and I have nothing to worry about, I just feel the flow when I suddenly hear glass breaking, the terrible scratching sound of metal shoving against metal and wrinkling like tin foil. I am shaken, badly, my head hits the steering wheel. I taste the metallic flavor of blood. I just had an accident. The windmills in my mind catch a fresh breeze: “It had to happen sooner or later!”, “I didn’t pay enough attention!”, “I am gonna die!”, “Who’s gonna pay for the total?”, “What am I gonna do without a car?”, “What are my parents going to say?”. I felt a stinging pain near my
