May I introduce myself. My name is John ( John Richard , to be exact, but who wants to be called
Dick ?) Not me. Sometimes I use the shortened version of my name , as in Jon as a tribute to an old friend and work colleague who always called me jono , for some reason. And it stuck in my head...
I am an Englishman ( well, Yorkshireman to be exact) , and I live on my own ( well that's not quite true , but more of that later) in a slightly run down flat in the middle of lovely ( if quiet) Kopfing im Innkreis , set amongst the forests of Upper Austria. Why am I here you may ask ? Well, I moved to Austria in 2001 and married an Austrian Lady. We had two children - two girls - a house, a life, a kamin und wintergarten, but then... and you, dear reader, can guess the rest. I once lived with my little family. And now I don´t. It´s a familiar story...
The intention of this blog is very simple but also not. I want , if you like, to put down what´s in my head. The brain is a marvellous construction containing bits here , rubbish there , memories and fleeting thoughts , a life´s work all crammed into a small space located under my various hats. But what to do with all these bits ? Being an architect by nature, I like a tidy place, and connecting things together is my forte. Or even fifty...or sixty ( lets be honest here...) My aim is to examine, collate , file and finally connect together all of the books in my cranial library . Just like the old moog synthesizer which needed cables to link all those oscillators and signal generators, I want to cable all the bits together to produce a sound , and eventually, a piece of music. It may be melodic. It may be discordant. Or both at the same time. But, in the end , it will be me. And that´s the point.
Ear plugs at the ready then.
I have two small kittens. Or I don´t . I am at this moment not really sure. They arrived , suitcases in paws , two weeks ago as a gift from a Swedish acquaintance who had to move house and couldn't take them with her. They are wild cats. No domestic purring here then . They appear to eat and then disappear again , out the door into the garden, under the sofa , even under the kitchen cupboards and sometimes I don't catch a glimpse of them for days... At the moment I have the feeling they are watching me through the living room window , chuckling to themselves and reading the lunch menu.
They have been christened Wendy and Tink by my daughters , which makes me Peter and my flat, Neverland. Which all sounds about right.
I am an Englishman ( well, Yorkshireman to be exact) , and I live on my own ( well that's not quite true , but more of that later) in a slightly run down flat in the middle of lovely ( if quiet) Kopfing im Innkreis , set amongst the forests of Upper Austria. Why am I here you may ask ? Well, I moved to Austria in 2001 and married an Austrian Lady. We had two children - two girls - a house, a life, a kamin und wintergarten, but then... and you, dear reader, can guess the rest. I once lived with my little family. And now I don´t. It´s a familiar story...
The intention of this blog is very simple but also not. I want , if you like, to put down what´s in my head. The brain is a marvellous construction containing bits here , rubbish there , memories and fleeting thoughts , a life´s work all crammed into a small space located under my various hats. But what to do with all these bits ? Being an architect by nature, I like a tidy place, and connecting things together is my forte. Or even fifty...or sixty ( lets be honest here...) My aim is to examine, collate , file and finally connect together all of the books in my cranial library . Just like the old moog synthesizer which needed cables to link all those oscillators and signal generators, I want to cable all the bits together to produce a sound , and eventually, a piece of music. It may be melodic. It may be discordant. Or both at the same time. But, in the end , it will be me. And that´s the point.
Ear plugs at the ready then.
I have two small kittens. Or I don´t . I am at this moment not really sure. They arrived , suitcases in paws , two weeks ago as a gift from a Swedish acquaintance who had to move house and couldn't take them with her. They are wild cats. No domestic purring here then . They appear to eat and then disappear again , out the door into the garden, under the sofa , even under the kitchen cupboards and sometimes I don't catch a glimpse of them for days... At the moment I have the feeling they are watching me through the living room window , chuckling to themselves and reading the lunch menu.
They have been christened Wendy and Tink by my daughters , which makes me Peter and my flat, Neverland. Which all sounds about right.
It is good to know you better Mr John Richard Carter.
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