Welcome to justthoughtsnstuff

I started posting to jtns on 20 February 2010 with just one word, 'Mosaic'. This seemed an appropriate introduction to a blog that would juxtapose fragments of memoir and life-writing. Since 1996, I'd been coming to terms with the consequences of emotional and economic abuse that had begun in childhood, and which, amongst other things, had sought to stifle self-expression. While I'd explored some aspects of my life through fiction and, to a lesser extent, journalism, it was only in 2010 that I felt confident enough to write openly about myself. I believed this was an important part of the healing process. Yet within weeks, the final scenes of my family's fifty-year nightmare started to play themselves out and the purpose of the blog became one of survival through writing. Although some posts are about my family's suffering - most explicitly, Life-Writing Talk, with Reference to Trust: A family story - the majority are about happier subjects (including, Bampton in rural west Oxfordshire, where I live, Oxford, where I work, the seasons and the countryside, walking and cycling) and I hope that these, together with their accompanying photos, are enjoyable and positive. Note: In February 2020, on jtns' tenth birthday, I stopped posting to this blog. It is now a contained work of life-writing about ten years of my life. Frank, 21 February 2020.

New blog: morethoughtsnstuff.com.

Wednesday 15 April 2015

oerc, bloodhound ssc, arc launch, allotment, glorious weather, frog pond, the white peacock

















Attended a meeting at OeRC, the Oxford e-Research Centre, yesterday.

As I arrived a replica of the Bloodhound SSC - Supersonic Car - was being wheeled into position in between the centre and my old college, Keble. The car was part of the centre's exciting Advanced Research Computing (ARC) launch (check out the full ARC site).

Meantime, I've spent two lovely evenings working on the allotment in this glorious weather! Followed by a glass of wine with J at the top of the garden, overlooking the frog pond, which is alive with tadpoles.

Still finding a little time to read more of The White Peacock - proving to be better than ever.
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