You wanted some photos of the fabulous creator of this site and this
although I've warned you that I'm definitely not the Brad Pitt type of
guy... Well, here is a real life picture of the famous Artimidor which was
taken after I have persuaded myself that a good website needs at least one
image of its creator - which will also remain the maximum I will publish
here (ok, I will think again about it if the bribe money seems appropriate
As you may
count existing photographs of myself in the whole world with one hand this
picture is also somewhat unique, so keep this sacred view in mind - next
time eventually I will see if I can find a razor too... The picture
represents myself in a very rare moment when I'm not stressed or in utter
despair (must be a painting then, eh?).
photo above convinces most Santharians that the webmaster is a real, existing person and not
a legendary figure who only sprang from your own imagination, some Santharians
have their own picture of Arti in their minds. Our famous Singaporean writer
Dalá'Valannía for example called Arti "her knight in shiny armour"
as well as a "fuzzy bunny" (original quotes). As this really seems
like a very interesting combination, Poland's finest artist, Faugar the
Great, couldn't resist and tried to put this vision into drawn reality. Well,
you can see the results to the right... *grin*
And here some things about life, the universe and everything, but in general
something about myself:
In the beginning...
That's quite a long time ago - and I haven't got the slightest idea what
was going on then. I don't have any terrific memories, so it couldn't have been
that bad. But let's jump over this one.
Oh, good old primary school! I made this fundamental experience in Kemeten
(a rather small village somewhere in Burgenland, don't feel ashamed if you don't
know where to put it).
Visited grammer school - or as Austrians say: the AHS-Gymnasium - in
That was the time when I went to Vienna - that's a town you definitely
should know of - in order to conquer the world (and if time allowed to study
communication arts as well as philosophy).
The whole thing was done in 1994 when I completed my studies with an
overwhelming philosophical work consisting of 269 pages, titled "Eine Ästhetik
der Existenz" ("An Aesthetics of the Existence") and subtitled "Kierkegaard,
Nietzsche and Foucault als Wegmarken zum postmodern Anderen der Moral"
("Kierkegaard, Nietzsche and Foucault guiding us to postmodern ethics").
Never heard of Nietzsche or Kierkegaard? Don't know the meaning of the term
"postmodernism"? No interest in today's tendencies of morality towards
sensuality? No idea about "aisthesis" and it's consequences in everyday life?
No? - Can't be! Anyway, if you think that your ethics can agree to live without
this wisdom, congratulations: You've won! - Just let me
emphasize that I told you that you're going to miss one of the greatest
philosophical experiences in your life in case you should decide not to read my
work! No remorse? Ok, let it be. *grin*
And now for something completely different...
Law in Austria wants it to happen that young innocent males enter military
service to do some kind of war games everybody dislikes. It was decided that I
would be fit for the job, which means physically healthy, not completely insane
(or something quite similiar). But due to my specific point of view that
shooting Quake-monsters is by far much more fun than playing war games in
reality I did my best to avoid military services.
So that's why I had to do some community service - guess that's the right
term - as first aider at Vienna's Red Cross. This part in my life was really
interesting, most of the time great fun and I still miss some drivers (hello
Walter!) as well as other Quake-players doing the same job with me day in, day
Having lots of ideas and plans but not knowing where to begin, I entered
the difficult part of life: Finding the right profession. Which means on the one
hand to earn some money and on the other hand not to become completely
dissatisfied with life.
So that's why I stayed a little while longer at the Red Cross doing my job
as first aider, then turned to a local provincial newspaper.
There I worked in some sort of "leading position" - which meant in
particular that I had to do everything in every possibly respect to get the
paper out: interview people, check every possible political and social event,
make snapshots, get new stories, write these stories, do layouts, hunt up
advertisements, plan future editions and, and, and... Plus earning nearly no
money at all. Maybe that wasn't really the way I wanted my lifetime's future to
Being a passionate computer freak I changed my job to programming. Starting
on boring and unspectacular OS/400 in a small company I soon turned to Visual
Basic (ah: pics!, oh: colors!, can't be: there's a programmer's editor you can
really program with! - or at least I thought so at this time...)
Programmer (Since 1997)
In February 1997 I entered the company where I'm still working. I enjoy
the job participating in programming the world's most famous Sales
Management System - simply called "Smash" (nomen est omen). Although
we've lots of stress from time to time and can't seem to remember the
meaning of the terms "holidays" or "vacation" (hello to my
fellow-sufferers Tom and Bob!). Greetings also go to all those hundred
people who have left the company while only the core survived these hard
Anyway: Since 1997 we're expanding
permanently and it's only a matter of time when we will end up rich with
no idea where to spend the whole money on (or so the saying goes)...
The Santharian Dream (November 1998)
November 1998 I started my little personal fantasy website completely in
German in my sparetime. The perfectionist in me said: It indeed is nice
but won't make me happy for the rest of my life. So to gain more attention
I converted the main pages into English and expanded the concept of
presenting my (German) texts on the net by adding the fantasy world
Half a year later and due to a first promotion push the first "members"
joined the Santharian endeavour - long live the names Coór'Efér,
Dalá'Valannía and Vaelaron! Well, and the rest? Is Santharian history...