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My dearest brother is a graphic artist and musician, whose interests include, in non-particular order, [quasi-]incestuous business with me - his most beloved sister -, linguistics, black ambient, lolicon, ‘emo-black metal’, writing rants about everything he hates (which is everything - Just for example: Shining-posers whose ‘mission’ is to lure their poser-followers into suicide, claiming to be ‘suicidal black metal’ and all that, while they play nothing but accessible doom metal and I’m basically trying to make the point here that the unfortunately incredibly small amount of people like my beloved brother are way too tr00 kvlt gr1mm for bands such as Shining with a clear production and a gay vocalist who seems to be wearing his handkerchief on his balding head all the time so no one will know that his skull is actually covered with scabs that make his head look like a rotting piece of fruit. Anyway. It’s been stated obvious that DSBM will only be likeable for those like my brother with a production comparable to the lovely sound of a vacuum cleaner and free of Shining-kids), irritating his little ignorant sister with incredibly complex math formulas[sic], British English and cute little Asian girls. Currently he is working on several projects. æon nought can be described as cellar-like black ambient, with tortured screams and dreamy soundscapes. emotion:i:void is a DSBM and dark ambient project with samples in his own constructed language Rakharniadjirn. The last project I will mention here is also my personal favourite, Lajlia, a project mainly dealing with dreams and nightmares, childlike innocence and hopes. Most of his projects saw the light of day after he studied physics and mathematics for a year, and failed terribly because he is too awesome. His appearance as a dark figure in a black robe with long fingers sticking out of the sleeves might be somewhat intimidating (as for the long fingers: investigations on his DNA are still running. My brother may be a hybrid of some sort, crossed with a long-fingered alien that can play the piano virtuously and make mister Soerjadi wince) but in fact my brother is a highly sensitive person, [aptly able] to read your mood and emotions through a chat screen. Apart from his extremely high intelligence and numerous artistic abilities he also has a superb sense of humour and he is very talented in making fun of stereotypes. Bookings and reservations cannot be arranged.
Graphics designer, illustrator, web-designer, programmer, and musician creating surreal quasi-abstract, dark and romantic visuals and music, operating within proper web standards and etiquette as the semantic web. Triple-A conformance is a goal, Double-A a must. Since failure to conform to exceptionally pedantic rigour seems to induce nightmares and automulation.
Hobbies and interests include foundational mathematics, formal linguistics, terribly uncomfortable humour, political satire, politics, experimental films, contemporary serious music, having an obscure and inappropriate quote on curricula vitae seeminlgy coming from a fangirlish borderline-incestuous sister, using ridiculously pedantic plurals like octopodes and dogmata.
Political views support the boundless freedom of information and complete freedom of speech, strongly opposed to intellectual property, child-naïvety sceptisim, wealth distribution and generally what people do without affecting nonconsenting parties is their own business.
In the end philosophically nihilistic, there is no 'right' and 'wrong', facts and truths are a cognitive illusion, objective reality exists not, and what 'objective' would mean is altogether ill-defined. Any scientific progress man makes is ultimately purely for practical needs and to stroke his own ego except purely formalistic string manipulation, scientia sibi
is ultimately a theoretical ideal. The one thing people can't come to admit to themselves is that we don't know, and we won't know
. All things we think to know ultimately aren't true, and all things we will think to know to replace them suffer from same.
I work alone.