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Most of this blog's 600 plus posts are about day to day things - highlights from the previous week, books read, places visited - together with photos of what I've seen. There are some, though, that deal with a difficult subject - obsessional emotional and economic abuse that went on for several decades and that came to a head in autumn 2010. Writing jtns became in part a way of coping with the consequences of what happened and exploring them openly. This aspect of the blog is discussed in JTNS, An Introduction and Life-Writing Talk, with Reference to Trust: A family story. Now that the pain of the past years is easing (after many false dawns, when I thought it had finally passed), the frequency of the posts is lessening and in 2020, when jtns will be ten years old, they will stop. I hope that you enjoy the photos and reading the happier posts (the majority) and take a little from them. Frank, October 2018

Saturday, 30 January 2016

working at home, log fire, resurrection, snowdrops and hellbores, burns night

A landmark day. Working at home, seated at a table beside a log fire for much of it, the sun cheering the room and, when I went through to the kitchen to make coffee, resurrecting the garden.

Snowdrops and hellebores out.‎

Belated Burns Night celebrations this evening.‎

Saturday, 23 January 2016

spring-like, what does it mean to be human in the digital age?, agrippa (a book of the dead), suffragetto, relit, writing in fountain pen

Beginning to feel that I am catching up on things after the turbulence of the last couple of months.

A cold start to the day - there was frost in the valley nearer the Thames, so I'm told. I can well believe this given how chilly it felt when I started out on my cycle ride. Though when I got home it was pretty warm and now there is a distinctly spring-like feel to the day, not least because of the richer quality of the sunlight.

Very much enjoyed the What Does it Mean to be Human in the Digital Age? event on Thursday evening. (You can watch the podcast here: http://livestream.com/oxuni/human-in-the-digital-age.) Inevitably, perhaps, there was the impression that this was a question that academics, librarians and museum curators are only just getting to grips with but there were some excellent points raised that were worthy of further and deeper discussion. The Keeper of the Bodleian's Special Collections, Chris Fletcher was keen to conserve digital material in order to 'leave  the future something to think about', just as the past has left us the works under his care that shed light on previous eras. As he said, 'After all, we are human, we are curious about the past.' Yet he is well aware of the difficulties he faces in storing and curating such data. At one point he cited the self-destruct early digital artwork by William Gibson and Denis Ashbaugh, Agrippa (A Book of the Dead) (1992), which involved a poem about memory that was contained on a floppy disc that was programmed to encrypt itself after it had been listened to for the first time. Behind this extreme example lie issues of the fragility of digital data, hardware obsolescence and the imperative to transfer data to new formats in order to preserve them.

I also loved Chris' reference near the start of his talk to a recent physical bequest to the Bodleian of boardgames (part of which is now on show at the Weston Library till 6th March) that includes Suffragetto. According to the instructions for the game, it was 'a contest between two opposing factions, viz., The Suffragettes and The Police. The object of the Suffragettes is to pass through the lines of the Police and to effect an entry into the House of Commons: and while doing so to prevent the Police from entering the Albert Hall. The duty of the Police is to break up a meeting of the Suffragettes which is being held in [the] Albert Hall, and to keep the Suffragettes out of the House of Commons.' As the blurb for the forthcoming exhibition - Playing with History - says, it features '22 games that show how children in Victorian and Edwardian Britain learned about the world around them.'

Emma Smith, Professor of Shakespeare Studies at Oxford took a different approach to the conserving of digital material, feeling that we needed to define the 'burden of recording the past' and that the so-called 'right to be forgotten' that is usually applied to embarrassing videos etc should be extended to other areas. She posed the question, Are we recording too much, uncritically? She used as an example the obsessive recording of live theatre productions and made the point that when we have seen something live and it has not been recorded, 'forgetting is part of the way we collude with art.' Adding that 'remembering is the enemy of creative reinvention. Not everything should be recorded live.' I thought that these remarks were particularly thought-provoking.

On Sunday, I read a fascinating article in the Sunday Times about a website and free online course that explore how literature might help alleviate mental distress. The website - ReLIT - and course are run by Paula Byrne and Jonathan Bate. What with the Sunday Times article being behind the paywall, there is also a very good piece about the online course on the Warwick University website.

Returning to the subject of being human in the digital age, I've recently started writing a journal using a fountain pen for the first time in fifteen or so years. During that period a love-affair with PDAs and smartphones has mean that everything has been typed but rediscovering the pleasure of actually writing has been wonderful. Not that I think that fountain pen versus digital is an either-or choice - they are complimentary. The digital age brings us so much but keeping in touch with past technologies and pleasures ensures we remain human in the digital age.

Saturday, 16 January 2016

frost and everything, no cycling, pre-dawn walk, reflection of downton, live-stream

A terrific, sunny, proper winter's day, with frost and everything!

No cycling, obviously - the memory of coming off the bike one icy morning several years ago is still fresh in my mind!

Instead, a walk through the churchyard, across Sandford's, along Primrose Lane and into the fields.

The photo of the reflection in one of St Mary's windows was taken well before dawn, yet there was light enough. The silhouette should be familiar to Downton viewers.

Really looking forward to the What Does it Mean to Be Human in the Digital Age event next Thursday - see last Sunday's post. Worth noting that this event will be broadcast. As it says on the webpage: 'For those unable to attend in person, the event will be live-streamed, please join us at 17:30 GMT at: http://livestream.com/oxuni/human-in-the-digital-age.'

Tuesday, 12 January 2016

walk through the parks, fallen tree, reflection

Beautiful walk through the Parks this morning on the way to work.

The Cherwell was very full and a tree had fallen into the water next to Lady Margaret Hall's gardens.

A day for reflection.

Sunday, 10 January 2016

daphne (barberry?), golden dawn, wonderful lunch, positive start, what does it mean to be human in the digital age?

The daphne - or is it a barberry? - in the garden, with its golden leaves, is luminous in the dawn from the bedroom window. In daylight it is still the garden's bright centre of hope.

Astonishingly heavy rain at times yesterday - ditches and brooks filling up.

Met old friends for lunch in Oxford. A wonderful time we had. Agreed that it had been too long since we saw each other last - nearly ten years, was it?

First week of the year over. Feeling positive about the working year ahead.

Meantime, there's a terrific event coming up at the Mathematical Institute, Radcliffe Observatory Quarter, Woodstock Road, Oxford on Thursday 21st January, 5.30-7 pm, which is open to all and is to be followed by a drinks reception - it's entitled, What Does it Mean to be Human in the Digital Age? It's part of the Humanities and the Digital Age series that is running this year.

Friday, 1 January 2016

first violet, happy new year!!!

First violet out in between Queen Street and Bushey Row.

Happy New Year!!!