i am not materialistic. ok, i love ronda and her bose audio system. and i like some other touchable things... but are they necessary for me? don't think so, with one exception: my mobile rack. a few days ago i bought a new, bigger memory for my music, pictures, videos, rememberings. agrar stuff simply, unpayable to my mind. during dubbing the files, both racks broke down. both! hard to explain my emotional world at this moment, but i am quite sure, dicky and tk identify... one week of hope, one week of fear, over now. alles wird gut! chris "the wizard" petersen currently saves my digital love five meters beside me. thank god, there is an electronic justice.

rare are the moments i listen to hiphop. fake, beatless, rhymepoor. since years. but there are some small lights on the horizon that wait to be discovered. thank the grandmaster i met saki: dj and radio moderator from good old london town, having some underground audio treasures on his mobile rack. "gerade noch auf sakis notebook, jetzt auf agrars showbühne." today's halfweekly tune: atmosphere "trying to find a balance". enjoy.

sinterklaas. in this way unknown for an austrian as well as for most of the other nationalities. sinterklaas is the celebration day in holland. eating millions of sweeties, singing traditional songs and being with your family. in my case with the big vhl family. in the heat of the battle i bought too much candies, i guess. anyway, christmas is certain to come...

version 2.0. or is it 3 point 0? don't really know, but doesn't change the fact of a new agrarblog layout. tried a lot during the last days with a basic intention of increased brightness. didn't work... want my website to be honest and metaphoric. hope you get it. additionally some new features are and will be available on this blog. first newcomer on your right: halfweekly tune. feedback welcome.

can you give me solid ground cause all my footsteps turn me down... close your eyes and think of something. or better dream. dream of a knee that is working. or at least that tells you what's wrong with it. what it needs. what you have to do. my life for this dream.

groningen. almelo. groningen. linz. salzburg. linz. groningen. münster. groningen. a weekly driving amount for truckers... anyway. every person i ever asked about münster was doting. reason enough to go there, together with emese and "native" petra. short conclusion after christmas fairs and churches: nice and worth visiting.

back in groningen. 20 hours driving within three days offer a looot of time to listen to music. and i took the chance ;) the ipod diary section will possibly stay the last part of the blog being written in german. i hope, dicktrack appreciates... today for the first time in a nutshell. full particulars follow.

seesaw "blue lava style"
dave barnes "chasing mississippi"
incubus "light grenades"
audio bullys "generation"

there are moments in life that will always stay in mind. your best goal, where you have been on 11 september or the smell of a special girl. yesterday will be one of these moments. the day i saw the daughter of my sister for the first time. emma-fee and uncle wolfi, beautiful to say. being beside her, perhaps the most relaxing minutes of this year. listening to her breath, carrying her carefully and wondering how it took her only six weeks to have my haircut...

where you come from. sometimes we tend to forget. almost half a year i have not been back in austria. a time which made me lose pride of my own country. a country that i need now. hard to explain: "home". it's here, i can feel it somewhere in my belly. good to know and good to remind. tomorrow i will be back. back on track. and back in the north. as a proud austrian loving the netherlands...

some things change. and some stay the same. twenty-four years i have been a fighter. and liked it. was in a way proud of it. to live an uneasy life, to strive for unusual goals, to be different. some things change. sitting here, looking back at a terrible year. and find myself longing for normality. for stability. for harmony. for her. wherever, however. pervers, because i feel like a butterfly. still. like a big one. the last two months were the most beautiful ones i've had for a long long time. floating from seasides to vhl-sunrises and real honeymoons. forgetting to think, just spreading wings and fly. wherever, however. some things change. today i am pinned down again, unable to free myself. and some stay the same...

ich brauche ihn. auf den punkt gebracht. ich hab soviel musik und so wenig platz. das andauernde selektieren und updaten fuer den 20er-ipod war im gesamtkontext unzufriedenstellend. als jetzt auch noch die akkulaufleistung massiv nachliess (in holland gibt's kein scharfes 's'...), war die zeit reif: going for the 80! chris eingepackt, in die stadt gefahren, den media markt gestuermt und glueckspilztechnisch den allerletzten riesenapfel abgestaubt. und alles bildlich festgehalten. ueber den kreditkartenmisstrauensantrag seitens der verkaeuferin (bild fuenf) schweigen wir uns aus...

grade zurück gekommen vom auswärtsspiel aus volendam. eins zu eins, irgendwie fehlt uns das letzte feuer im moment. zumindest hab ich diesen eindruck auf der tribüne, von der aus ich weiterhin zuschauen muss. ich glaub woche 13 haben wir inzwischen... obwohl ich in den letzten tagen einen großen schritt nach vorne gemacht habe, bin ich montag vormittag noch mal im krankenhaus, um mich von der fc groningen-klubärztin durchchecken zu lassen. heute morgen war ich zudem in einem orthopädischen schuhhaus (vielleicht jetzt nicht der glücklichste terminus), um mein ginocchio zusätzlich zu entlasten. neider sagen mir ja eine leichte o-beinstellung nach... was ich euch eigentlich erzählen wollte, ist, dass volendam eine reise wert ist. ob man nun ein spiel seines teams beiwohnt oder nicht. wir kommen in der innenstadt an, wunderbare häuser hinter kleinen kanälen säumen den weg. und zwischen den bauten führen immer wieder kleine gässchen nach oben. irgendwann haben wir dann eine genommen und als ich oben ankomme, stehe ich plötzlich am meer. war unglaublich, immerhin hatte ich meine cortexinterne holland-landkarte für einige stunden ausgeschaltet. wirklich wunderschön, diese stadt, und dementsprechend touristisch ausgerichtet. volendam, remember...