In november 95 Gary and me were invited to an indoor grill party at the "Klub der eingeschworenen dislozierten". It was crwded. we knew many guests, some not. We talked to a lot, really had fun. For a moment I sat down to relax, later got me a drink. When I came back, meanwhile, a strange little "figure" was sitting in my sofa. He must have read in my face that this has been my seat. He offered it back. I said it was okay. We started talking. While getting in touch he was permanently eating, without a break - sweet stuff only. Cookies were his thing. I had my drink, we kept on talking, he ate all time. When we came to the point to talk about our professions/jobs, he answered first. He said he was a writer.

His name was fett tedget. I hesitated to come up with "I am a hypermedia artist", cause this message too often makes noise. But as he wanted to know, I finally said it.

He stopped eating, which was astonishing - he never had done that before. He told me hypermedia was his favourite subject. His positive reaction was new to me. In the meanwhile Gary came with 2 friends, also musicians, so all together we started an easygoing discussion in the cosy sofas of the clubhouse. It must have gone for a long time, as it was 6 a.m. when we came home. At the goodbye moment fett had let us know he wanted to keep contact. He proposed to meet in our studio next time. A few days later he phoned, and came to visit the next day. At that meeting we started the first newsletter together. We didn't know then, that this would become a ritual. Now we know. We meet every 1-2 months, sit together for some time, he still eats cookies, we have a drink and together we talk and record on his old tape recorder a new chapter out of hypermedia life. Later he makes a newsletter out of it. If you are on our newsletter list, you get the outcome of these sit-ins by e-mail. e.r.98.