Teething Pains at Bluestars, Thanks Col, You got me back to my Original Blogs

The general confusion and frustration, incurred by being a Virgin Webstar, was ongoing until a transatlantic email came in with clear verbal instructions to click on something I thought I had been clicking on all along.
Living without electrical currents as I do, the chance to get it right comes once every few days. The general difficulty encountered by others in actually finding my blogs has become a fact; given that each time I have verbally told people the name of my blog; Bluestars-Addestaredux...they seem unable to locate it?
I again, was able to locate the first two blogs, of Oct,16, and Oct, 23... when following Cols instructions on October 30, 2008. And on the same day printed them out again, it would be nice if I , and others could access the site more easily everytime I sit or they sit down to find it. Sayonara Merci beaucoup

Why others can't seem to find me at Bluestars?

Once again, duress of time plays a vital part in the hurried composition of the next fragment, a virgin webstar, unschooled as yet in the numerous pitfalls that seem to plague my attempts to pass on the necessary keynotes and steps to allow access to the Bluestars, stumbled upon accidentally in 1986, wandering aimlessly in the Delmonte forest on a desultory watercolour mission, I happened on the house of 'Bluestars' so called , because of its unique lighting effects; myriad glass lanterns of ultramarine , lined a winding path through some kind of now (obscure to my memory) ground cover, bluegrass, oxalis, cedar, gentian, vetch,? I can't recall , except to say that it was uniform, low and on a slope wherein lay the winding path whereon the Bluestars of our moniker bordered this walkway , winding up to a long low 'Lloyd Wrightian' structure, ranch style, Californian Japanese?, en effet en tous cas vraiment pas bleu! Plein du verre. The house, of, Bluestars, in front and round it , randomly placed and stretching upwards; the tall and elegant verticalities of paralellicism, the near branchless, (at lower levels) Monterey Jack Pines. Giving an overall effect of split minimalist harmony, verticality in organic form linked to a manmade horizontality in perfect concert. And all this, thus punctuated , by the spiky glass stars, lit from within, and casting a dim religious glimmer. I approached slowly, following the path, and not being able to resist touching the glass markers for to test their heat conductivity, no not hot but mildly warm to the touch, I gained the Paved area near to where I hoped to find a door , a knocker, or some such indication whereby I might begin to notify the occupants as to my immediate and impending presence. Only the sweep of long walls of smoky umber glass met my gaze, and no sign of separate window or door... 'Hello? anyone home?', I called out , somewhat predictably , half cheery , half hopeful, and immediately regretting i had bothered. Nothing , not a sound , but the warm soughk o the wind in the uppermost needles of the oriental pines, waving gently in the misted air. I resolved then to walk around the back following the flag paved surface that seemed to surround the implacable structure, the land at the back sloped down and away and up again into an ever deepening mass of vertical pines, grounded in a matted carpet of siena coloured needles carpeting the depths of a vertical and variegated maze stretching to an enigmatic infinity, .... when suddenly i noticed at the far end of the stone paved patio surround, a large and verdigris encrusted gong , yes, of the oriental variety, and hung from two blackened uprights, in ebony or steel. Deciding to make my presence more obvious I instinctively lifted the purpose made hammer, hanging close by, and swung and struck the disk full centre.......

His Karelian connection

Under duress of time and great trepidation , but thrilled at lack of ink, paper and the lack of light both natural and artificial; the blog begins, the connection as read, implies a Finnish element, sharing thoughts with my learned nordic colleague , and in turn his various viewers, i tried to raise my concerns regarding fairness, freedom, sharing, content, intellectual property etc. i.e, just what, and how much of, do you want to let fly? Being in posession of various of his documents of the literary variety, I asked him how he would feel if someone (not me of course), began to publish the potentially pirated pieces as 'blog'? Let that as an overture, suffice to illustrate that element of trepidation and concern felt no doubt by many virgin webstars in our predicament as neophytes in the electronic ether. Myself included, ......however our interlocutor,tutor , guide in these new avenues of publication , informs us through a discussion roughly centred on democracy, the democratic (we hope ) nature of the internet. Wasn't that the whole point? Equal access, opportunity for all regardless of where on the planet the writer is based, who that individual is , does , thinks, etc..' in any case his Karelian connection felt it just had to be one of the ways to go , something to ponder , pursue , promulgate. And so we begin these few first tentative steps, as if by candlelight in a drear october , november the season of darkness upon us all provoking that dash in late afternoon to not, (cendrillon like) escape the ball before midnight, no , but to get on bikes and be in by the fire before nightfall period, for no greater reason than sake of ease, warmth sustenance and a less fraught evening ahead. Practicalities, no fire lit by a certain hour? Your tea is then late, and your bed not warm until midnight , not to mention, the rising damp and stealthy mists that steal across Addesta in the mopey gloaming... and this year as they began unspeakably early in late July, when normally mid August is the norm, ... reader i shopped,... how else can we make a break in the text, teatime and lighting up time looming, on our bikes , heading west....til next installment a bhalaich