Why then a Web site after such a long time of resistance? The prompt was someone who wanted to see my art. I did have a nice Chinese colleague who posted my art images ages ago and that site lapsed due to my apathy. I now have the same domain jrcrowther.com and intend to keep this one running. So my art is being displayed, but also I am tempted to throw more at it. Of course this is an admirable vehicle for unloading all I have stored and all I have yet to give in terms of poetry, and writing too. Why? I am tempted to say to give me a kind of immortality though the dilution of 'me' into the already trillions of bytes may be a futile gesture. I am content here, retired into a country life and now an artist, no longer shackled by my job description of scientist. What is useful is that the gathering of my data (I struggle against science yet) is refreshing through the action of organising things.
|Posted by jrcrowther on October 7, 2020 at 4:25 PM||comments (744)|
Information from a retired virologist.
Placed on a seperate file under COVID-19.
|Posted by jrcrowther on July 13, 2013 at 4:15 AM||comments (38)|
Sister was 61 yesterday and I thought she was 60! I made her day she says as she felt a year younger than her actual 61. Sent flowers and chocolates and a vase that were delivered on time. Also yesterday picked up new car, a Toyota Hilux. New cars smell great and I want to polish it, protect it like child. I fear the Marder (polecats) around this area that apparently can eat an engine for breakfast. Anyway I am lucky and can patrol the roads in my 4 wheel drive and now ju...Read Full Post »
|Posted by jrcrowther on June 27, 2013 at 6:05 AM||comments (7)|
It is cold. It is wet. My garden work thwarted, put back so that my back can be healed at least. Global freezing in play? Who knows and if weather is my only problem then that is good. Tomorrow to Vienna and IKEA visit, to be trapped there is frightening, directed by signs to have to walk the furniture maze. When Bessy the dog was younger I was caught there, her whining and straining to hold in her toilet and me scurrying to find a secret way out. Tnat was not to be and IKEA wa...Read Full Post »
|Posted by jrcrowther on June 22, 2013 at 4:20 AM||comments (10)|
So I am sitting yet again, typing and pondering in that order, which is strange since some thought first should elicit the words. Thoughts first surely before the page? No, it is the same gambit. The same order to assess my order. Typing gives some sort of clinical patina to the process at least. Doodling with thoughts, transmission to the page of emotion, a jumble, bumbling approach which maybe says all about me, my identity. It can be fun of course like the manufacture of...Read Full Post »
|Posted by jrcrowther on June 5, 2013 at 9:35 AM||comments (21)|
Written some time ago as a result of changes to toilet rolls at my work place, the princliples discussed are more wide ranging I am sure. The workplace also reeked of acronyms and so you see these cheekily displayed below covering the toilet problems.
Have any others been affected by the low tensile strength of toilet rolls in our organisation? The consequences of this are many and varied resulting in mental and physical ang...Read Full Post »
|Posted by jrcrowther on June 4, 2013 at 12:55 AM||comments (459)|
I have a thing about travelling on the underground. I lived in Vienna and travelled to work most days via the UBahn (as it is known in Austria). I wrote this as a tribute and I hope you also can look at my various poems on the pages of my Web site on the same theme.
In the twinkle of a second I have summed up the grotesque bastard opposite me in the U Bahn. A hag with a brown-green stained piece of tissue that sh...Read Full Post »
|Posted by jrcrowther on June 2, 2013 at 7:50 AM||comments (58)|
Having bought a wooden garden house, it was delivered. I opened the large pack and beheld the hundreds of pieces of wood. I closed the pack and sighed. This was not in my area of expertise and the instruction book depressed me further. I hired a local man to erect this edifice, he being recommended by another from a local building firm. Duly, the man/boy came and arranged for the erection. "A day, no more", he said. He did come on the elected day an...Read Full Post »
|Posted by jrcrowther on June 1, 2013 at 7:35 PM||comments (44)|
Having just mistakenly written my blog somewhere else I am amused at my relative incompetence at understanding simple instructions. It is late and bed is in order. I shall blog on the morrow and cogitate more on Instructions! OK, not worth reading but why should I be so different to the majority bloggers. Actually that is not fair since I have, as can be gleaned from this missive, never read a blog.