In Facebook some people were re-remembering JS (Journalspace)… and how it would be great to start up a new JS site once again (an often repeated wish). One member said he’s in the business and would gladly try to get something started and asked for any help about the former software and/or how it looked.
I looked through my archives and YES! I found my old tutorials! I am now, slowly, adding them to this site. Enjoy the „JS 4 Dummies“ or „Peanut Gallery“… insiders know what that means...
Those of you on facebook may already have read about the changes I’ve made with the blog. I now set one up just for JS nostalgia. It’s located at blogger since that’s an easy to use site which many of you already are members of. You can find it at JS-Revival Blogger Blog….sorry, no longer available. You can of course comment on it, you can follow it for updates, etc. I’m hoping to get a few of you to be co-authors so that entries won’t only be by me. And I hope that we can put up a lot of great JS nostalgia entries. So, if you are interested in being a co-author, please send me a message, preferably via facebook, and we’ll see how that works.
Dorrie aka Westy
Dorrie Van Cleef
64832 Babenhausen / Hessen, Germany
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In spite of the JS crash, Justfly and I still kept in contact. When she mentioned she’d be flying to Germany for the Christmas markets, I knew she’d be flying through Frankfurt, with plans to visit the Frankfurt market, and so we were able to arrange a meeting.
I met her and her friend, Jeanette, at their hotel and together we walked to downtown Frankfurt. Our first stop was the top of the Main Tower…….
It was cold and windy, and the visibility wasn’t too great, but it was still a marvelous view.
enjoying the Frankfurt Christmas market
The next day I joined them for breakfast at their hotel. We then packed into my car and drove off to Babenhausen. First we stopped at the airport to pick up Justfly’s delayed suitcase.
At Babenhausen we first stopped off at Regina’s office, she works in a travel agency, so they had a chance to meet her, too. Unfortunately the grandkids were at school …….
After that I took them on a tour of my quaint medieval village, showed them my apartment, then dropped them off at the train station for the ride to their next stop, Nürnberg.
Thank You Justfly and Jeanette for a fun two days! I had a great time and it was so fun with you both. I do hope you come back again some day with more time so I can show you many more sites!
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Monday I had the chance to meet another Journalspace (JS) friend, John…. also known as
„HarpO“ or „JuanderLust“. He picked me up at my folks
place, then we drove off to find a store to do some shopping and to look for a
self-serve car wash (which we didn’t find until much later), then continued up
the wild country roads to Alpine/Jamul and the cottage he is renting there.
There were storm clouds in the distance and fascinating landscapes to see.
He was fascinated with the round house located just below the mountain. Later, when we met my brother, Carl, we found out the he and Alice also were fascinated by it.
John to Borrego
January 6, 2009
Text is from my blog entry
There’s a spot east of where my folks live that I just love. It’s a place called „the Badlands“ and I knew it was the perfect place to drag John, alias Juanderlust. He didn’t know what he was getting into.
After successfully surpassing the Laguna mountains, which range up to about 4000 ft. and displayed remnants of snow, we reached Borrego and searched for the exit to our destination. John was sure I was crazy when he saw the exit…. a sandy, hard to recognize, wash.
His little Suzuki mastered the soft underground, and John was even more unsure about my state of mind. Until we reached our goal…. Font’s Point. The view amazes me every time I visit that spot.
He was sure I brought him there just to toss him over the edge. Now would I be so cruel? Don’t answer that!
The whole landscape reminds me a lot of Egypt and my tour there last January. Perhaps that’s the reason why I like Egypt so much… it’s so much like this place.
There were some folk out there camping and painting and one gentleman was kind enough to catch the two of us together.
Well, John survived the cliffs and on our way back to Borrego for lunch we stopped by Peg Leg Smith’s monument. Now, you’re supposed to bring 10 rocks and add them to the pile in order to find the goldmine. Well, we didn’t bring any with us, but there were enough lose ones around so John just picked up 10 of them and added them to the pile… needless to say, we didn’t find the goldmine. If you look close, you can see the rocks flying through the air……
We then drove back home, this time over a less winding road. I think John enjoyed the curvy, winding roads more then the view at Font’s Point!
So, after showing this spot to Fitzgerald a few years ago, another Journalspacer has been introduced to the wonders of Southern California from a gal living in Europe.
Today I met up with Fitzgerald down at the beach and we did a lot of JS discussion. He’s turned out to be a good moderator at my JS Fun Forum… thanks for that Fitz!
Those were not the only pictures I took that day…. enjoy some more!
I found out, by chance, that John died…I think in 2017. So I checked his blog, which I hadn’t read in awhile (shame on me) and discovered that he had had cancer!! He wrote about his experience as well as his stay in the hospital. And I missed all that and had so hoped to meet him again. Especially since he was a great harmonica player and stupid me I didn’t ask him to play for me!! Grrrrrr
Below I have copied in here those last entries he wrote about his hospital experiences:
I guess this is how adding red cells when you aren’t used to having any works. At first I felt OK but not a giant difference. By this morning I was feeling like a happy person with energy. Our first gig was at noon, Nate’s Garden Grill. All their food is good, carnivore stuff or not. It’s a cool place with half the tables outside. The kitchen is located on one side where indoors meets outdoors. It works well. Lots of families with babies.
I’m always surprised that people sit right there in front of us with their kids. We are not loud, as musical groups go, but still I would not think they would feel good hanging right there with their babies. It’s weird playing to tables and people eating. I often covet what I see on their plates as I musically babble through the harmonica.
It was so shocking to me today that I not only did not feel winded carrying an amplifier or walking to the car or any of that. I had no idea that this would make such a difference in my playing. Not stuff that involves much breath but finesse stuff and nuance. Everything felt so easy and doable. I am used to it actually hurting.
I know I will soon turn back into a pumpkin. My preferred thought is to enjoy this while I can and throw my heart into the playing without being a lunatic or inappropriate, but when there is a cut loose number go out for all I am worth.
Now, I felt like I was really delivering quality backing and playing at Nate’s. I was loving it. But on our second gig, this evening at Rebecca’s, I gave our „John, cut loose!“ number everything I could. I have no idea what I did but people were reacting audibly at several points. It’s almost a polka beat, but not. I forget what someone called it. All B minor and only a couple of cords, but pure heaven for me. Anyway, it’s the kind of thing no one else is probably doing.
Maybe this was an important show for that group. Another group played and then a guy did a short set, and then us. I looked up and all the people usually doing other stuff while they listen were all watching us, and the baristas were leaning at the end of their counter listening. It was like all other activity was suspended.
People were saying, „What are you guys doing here?“. I should tell you that the South Park area is rife with lunacy, so as great as those compliments might feel, it is not something I’d take to the bank.
The whole thing with me was concern that I might be already back to the condition I was in that panicked my hematology guy into topping me off with some high test A negative. A circumstance I never thought I would face.
I grew up under and around certain people who would have refused a blood transfusion. I used to wonder if I would have qualms. I guess not. I knew the score, and my Dr., and there is no way he would order such a thing if it weren’t imperative to the life of the patient to some degree.
I don’t think I should continue discussing this now. It could make me sad. That is wrong. Go be sad after you kick. Despite what people make of it when they think it’s all forever, life is a remarkable and beautiful state of affairs.
Probably there will be some difficult days ahead, but I have a shot at getting past it for some time. Depends what we got going. I probably already know, but I prefer to let that slide. I need it all to turn around. And it may.
In the mean time, I hope I still have energy tomorrow and that it does something good for a person to cross my path or hear us play. If it does, then I’ll probably be having a good time, and they’ll throw money. Right.
It will be outdoors, and should be a decent crowd. I would have rather had a later time, but people will be out, just not as many as later. We play at 12. I hope we do as well as today. We had some errors, but they really did not matter. No clash or off key mistakes. Sande never sings off key. I have never heard her hit an off pitch note. Some people are not all that into it, but a ton more are. Especially lately. Something changed.
We got an encore after the cut loose number. Never seen that in a coffee house. They were friggin chanting. So, Sande graciously agreed to do another „John cut loose“ number. I was kind of paranoid about turning back into a pumpkin. ‚ I was sitting sideways in my car, door open, feet on the ground. I stood up. I am so much in the habit of that being a real effort that I groaned without thinking, but I was already up. I just stood up like i used to do. I guess I used to. I honestly do not remember how differently I felt, but I know I did. This is another ball game. Priorities and outlook change a lot, but if you notice it, it is scary, so if I am you, the you just block out the things that bring uncertainty and fear.
Because all I really need is what I said before, the cabin to be put in spic and span spiffy primo condition, and to have some other things straightened out. Then I can face whatever.
It looked like several people were taking video. I wonder where they’ll be. I hope they youtube them. What their titles would be, I am not sure.
I made a mistake of looking up treatment for what I thought maybe they’d diagnose when the results of the appropriate tests are back. I’m doing no more of that.
Until awhile ago, I was really feeling upbeat. I have to maintain that. Whether it influences this condition or not, it is a lot more enjoyable being upbeat. If time may be a little less abundant than I like, all the more reason. Be upbeat while you can.
One thing for sure, I have not been imagining things. Some people tend to need that sort of reassurance regarding their sanity.
Oh. This was about energy. What a great feeling. I was in one of those „I love everyone“ modes. Even the people I cussed at in traffic. One of those, „He’s as lazy as a dead skunk, bless his heart“ sort of things.
I almost forgot. Never mind. Suffice to say this brief reprieve made possible by modern medicine has been, and is, I hope, a real treat.
Geez. I never did get sleep last night. Probably because
phriend Pham indicated that if red blood was currency, I’d be near destitute.
Finally got there by 7 AM. Traffic is not horrible, but still a slow
down. After having to set some arrogant doctor straight, I got them to
speak to my team, as they should have done from the get go. I will
address some of this with Scripps admin. If I have to deal with stupid
medical outfits, they need to correct some of the glaring deficiencies.
Had I not held my ground, this dork would have been taking stool samples
and doing other unpleasant and contextually inappropriate procedures.
He finally hid from me the rest of the day. But his boss will get some
fire when I return.
They did the bone marrow biopsy—talk about a pain in the butt. It had
its moments. Those results come next week. Looks like the game has
changed but no use guessing specifics because I only know the general
possibilities and they get treated differently from one another.
I had a friggin blood transfusion. Takes three hours. So, if I were
strongly tied to certain religions, or if I were my late mother, I would have
refused it and shortly run out of reds and platelets and been overrun with
white cells. I did not think the prognosis would be good even in the
short run without the fill up. „High test!“, I said, „with
Techron.“ They complied. Only the best for me. A negative.
The best thing is, people think I don’t look sick or infirm. Better to
look good than to feel good.
It’s possible this can be controlled with various high dollar substances like
forms of interferon.
When I think how fortunate I am to have access to some top notch doctors and
facilities (despite the previously mentioned shortfalls) I am grateful.
Many people around the world would just have to die. I’m also glad
I made it a point to supplement my commie medicare (joking–but only partly),
and I have supplement for prescriptions. Some stuff is pricey. So I
did that right.
I am not as depressed as I was. Maybe because I knew this was coming, and
maybe because I temporarily have some juice in my veins. Other than my
traditional mix of ice water and lemon juice–no sweetener.
Doctors don’t know what to make of me. Especially me singing the praises
of denial as a treatment strategy, and making the guy doing the bone marrow
swear he is an artiste in this field.
So odd, it feels like this is all child’s play and I am just going along with
it. But I do not feel like one of the afflicted. More like a
research project or something. That disconnect is likely the denial part,
but why get into it in a way that makes one feel bad?
I am still convinced this is going to turn around or work to my ultimate better
good. It will be OK. Really.
Great gigs this weekend, Nate’s Garden Grill—they love us, and are very kind
and they have food I not only can eat, but I also like—not always the norm in
vegetarian land. Not like Pine House. Wonderful place, but no good
for my dietary habits. The tomorrow night, Rebecca’s coffee house.
Never know how that will work. Nice enough place. Half the time I
know 80% of the room, but sometimes interesting beings visit.
Then Sunday afternoon the Adam’s Avenue Street fair. Outdoor stage and
who knows what kind of crowd, but plenty of people, whatever they be.
It’s an artsy sort of place. I think many crave our leader/singer,
Sande, in a KD Lang sort of way, if you get that. OK by me. I like
KD’s version of Hallelua almost as well as a girl from Australia who used to
communicate with me on garageBand.com.
OK. So I whined about transfusions and hooplah, and who knows what.
I feel positive in an automatic way; not forced, thought out or
contrived. Just feel OK with everything. But will be even more OK
when we tackle this mess. Not really that bad. Just not to my
liking or expectation of how one should keep the property of others, as in
I can only hope that those who reject transfusions no matter what are wrong.
I don’t know the alleged consequences, probably varies with individual
holy persons and their particular dogma. That is not to ridicule them.
I am for choice. Maybe they are right—for them. I feel
protected by something unseen. I just do. And I really am.
But I do not know the ins and outs of all that. I just feel like It
will be alright, whatever It turns out to be.
My story is so full of prodigious little rescues and such. If you were me
or real close, you’d get it. Like lucking into medical services from
being fairly poor and totally uninsured four years ago. And I have dealt
with the real cream of the crop, or first stringers, at least.
I a beginning to believe there is something to the idea of having lessons to
learn. But that makes absolutely no sense to me. Why and who?
Why lessons and who is headmaster, OR HEAD MISTRESS. [I seriously
hate the aggressive ignorance which leads us to reject the notion of universal
pronouns because we are too mad at our lives to get it.]
Many think they know the answers but their explanations seem unlikely, wrong,
or just wacko to me. That’s OK. I’ll just settle for feeling at peace.
Or at least calmly accepting of reality.
Next week will be interesting. The biopsy conclusions. I expect the
verdict to be „Ice Water in Veins“.
It is a scary thing in most ways to have to enter a hospital for extended
stay with only hours notice. No time to even go out to your hermit
cottage on the mountain, with that wonderful view, and wildlife.
Then after 3 weeks on the inside experiencing things that are for other people,
like chemo, hair loss and generally serious talk about your condition, you find
out the place on the mountain is basically history to you. The incredibly
kind landlords are putting their place on the market, and that includes the
cottage. Due to typical laws of housing and such they cannot sell the
cottage and its property separately. I was trying to buy it that way from
So, I will probably pay Nov. rent on 15th and give notice that I’ll be cleared
out by Dec 15th. The two angels who took it upon themselves to get my
stuff out and the place cleaned, while laughing at me and enjoying the whole
thing, assure me it will be done by then. They already have done most of
the hard stuff.
I’m glad I cleared out the shed some months ago and set up storage in Alpine.
I arranged another unit downstairs to make their efforts easier.
And to give them fresh space. The other unit is slightly smaller
and upstairs. Last time I put something in there, not a heavy item, I was
winded just half way up the easy flight of stairs. That was the blood
situation heading south into leukemia land. Who knew? Not me,
though I suspected something was awry.
So soon I am technically homeless but for the kindness and insistence of
friends. It is a fortunate thing. I have noticed that some people
find it both puzzling and annoying that I have such good fortune. I am
not sure I understand that thinking or care to.
For the first time In many years I am happy, and I
intend to remain that way. There is so much to be done if I can get to
the other side and thrive enough to do it. I expect to. Too much
has been too good to forget and let this view of life fade into what it was.
There have been a few hiccups in the process but overall it is going well.
They finally did another biopsy today. We hope it too comes out
clear of leukemia cells. Very good chance it will be clear. Then to
see why the slow recovery and slacker output of various types of blood cells.
They may do some things to stimulate it and they may be able to go
quicker into the transplant phase.
Got to do that with my situation Just do. A number of fortuitous
and, one might say, coincidental events had to occur in order for all the good
stuff to come together at this time. That does not escape me I
don’t play God’s spokesman by claiming a particular reason or crediting a particular
deity. There are people who will fight you over your reluctance to accept
their view of life and existence and God or not. Seems an odd approach.
Any excuse to get angry, I guess.
This is about my 14th second chance in life. That is when I successfully
get a rebuilt and rebooted immune system and blood factory.
What matters does have to do with people and somehow bring a little joy their
way. Still, that does not mean you accept the unacceptable in your
attempt to love everyone. Enabling or arguing with alcoholics can be
fruitless and not something that brings joy to anyone. Those who find it
hard not to be jealous or almost bitter over your good fortune are not likely
good choices for a future life filled with love. Seems like an obvious thing
but you’d be surprised how much I have indulged those who felt better raining
on any parade I might enjoy than being happy for it. People do get
jealous over odd things. I would never admit that in the past. I
My new litmus test is, would my brother endure or indulge this activity?
He has been very good at just shutting out those who’d sap his spirit and
time. It is real easy to know the answers. And I am enjoying
employing that private form of respect and love toward him. He’s had much
to do with getting me through the darkest of times when I least expected it and
most needed it.
I’m sure many people find such love and angels in their own lives and families.
I hope so. It is a source of pride and gratitude and humility in a
sense. I can finally accept without guilt or shame. The givers get
satisfaction from seeing joy and gratitude. They know they are altering
your life and circumstances.
It has taken me a long time to accept the simplest of truths in life.
Several of them. I do wish everyone had my good fortune. Not
my disease or mutations but the good stuff that this condition has allowed me
to experience and know, not just see.
Since Oct. 5th I’ve been in this resort, known as a
hospital in La Jolla. Days 1-7 included a 24/7 chemo drip, along with various
drugs to counteract the chemo and keep me happy I guess. Sleeping,
walking, even in the shower, IV tubes were hooked to the deal they put in my
chest for mainlining stuff.
Because of certain friends and family, that week can only be described as pure
joy. How that happened I cannot say. The first day in, Sande the
singer, came in with her guitar and we played in my room. I think it was
day 3 when Karen came in with Sande to add viola to the mix. We played
well and many in the ward peaked in, and talked about it for weeks.
The second time I tried to sterilize the harps with listerine–harmonicas for
the uninitiated. As the purpose of the chemo was to run my white cells
and most else in the blood production world down to zero, I decided that I
can’t really sterilize them well enough. Too easy a breeding ground for
So, when I am out the other side I can play again. I will still be really
careful about keeping them as germ/bacteria free as I can.
Part of my view. To the left a bit I see hang
gliders and paragliders. That is Torrey Pines golf course, under and
beyond the trees. The Pacific beyond. Hard to get a good shot.
So, this process is lengthy. I only half understood what was happening
when I got here. One thing is clear, had I just refused to check in I
would have been dead in days. Here I am. So that’s a rather nice state of
affairs from that perspective.
had a blood disease before this acute myeloid leukemia hit I am at high risk in
many ways. One of which is that it is pretty sure the mutations and such I
already have will cause things to go south again left to my own devices.
So, they planned from day one to eventually do a stem cell transplant.
The type that is accomplished by having a donor. Siblings are often
a great match. But they prefer young people not someone my brother’s age.
He was indignant, but they insisted.
So they search some kind of bank. That has been in process.
Day 14 they performed a bone marrow biopsy which revealed I was leukemia free.
In remission. Had I had only AML, that may have been the end of it,
other than waiting for levels to come up and some after care.
As it is my levels are taking forever. Just enough red blood to avoid
transfusion, not enough white cells to fight much of anything. But that
happens. I hope the levels begin to rise so they don’t have to do another
biopsy to figure out what is going on. Can’t go home with these levels,
yet. So, here I am.
The good things are that things are stable and I have a room overlooking the
bay to recover out of the hospital. A friend I knew in high school and
her husband insisted.
The story of friends and family who have gone to extraordinary lengths is just
phenomenal. They have ensured that people who could give me a cold or
other illness don’t come here. It is not a circumstance in which many can
visit. It just is not safe.
They have helped do everything I cannot do, and was too frozen in depression to
do previously. My cabin and the landlord’s house are up for sale, so that
place will be history. Good thing I secured storage in Alpine before this
happened. So many twists of fate have led to this place and to the great
love of family and friends. I won’t connect all the dots. Either you believe
me or not.
In the beginning I did not want to give details. I was on stuff that
amplified the positive and negative, and I could not afford the negative.
True friends got it. Those who prefer to judge and decide they have
a right to complain about how I state things or how cryptic I choose to be,
those who use friendship as excuse to vent or control, did not enjoy the lack
of info. And I purposely kept them in the dark. Caring without
respect is bullshit. It is not caring, but something else.
The old I love you, so now let me criticize and abuse. No more will I tolerate
that in my life.
I never knew so much love in or around me existed. It carried me.
So, I hope the levels come up enough to let me go home for awhile. Thank
God for medicare, and that I reached just old enough before this hit. And
for Lynn the broker who hooked me up with supplemental insurance. I knew
my previous MPN could go south so we figured it was worth hedging my bet.
That paid off.
Thank you America. This has got to be costing money I never dreamed of
So, things are positive but require patience and maintenance of good spirits.
As soon as they said I could wear sweats and my own long sleeved T
shirts, away with that damned gown. I have a recliner chair in the room
so, when breakfast comes at 7:30 I get out of bed and in the chair. No
breakfast in bed for me! No bed until bed time. I seem to be one of only
a few who don’t hang in bed watching TV. Maybe the only one currently. I
have yet to watch tv.
I have my computer and I text a lot with my brother. He is one funny guy.
Siblings can have an ability to make you laugh until you cry. The woman
who thinks I somehow saved her from doom in high school is here every day.
Between her and my brother, I get no breaks. They make me laugh a
lot. Her husband is also right in on this. It is something
I still get to discuss band issues with Sande, suggesting people to fill my
space and such. She got a very fluid, and skilled guitar player that I
kind of pushed for. I think he’ll add in the long run. I have yet
to hear any audio of the gigs they’ve done so far. When my friend
Richard, the resonator player (dobro), sat in, the band donated all their tips
and he donated his cut as well. There was more than that they sent my
way. I know that place and how much I generally took home. This was
almost three times that. What a tear jerker of a gesture.
So. That is the deal. And I could very well get through this, and
again be playing sometime. It could take until summer. But that is how it
They have a nice Martin, classical, nylon strings, in the room where I’ll be
staying. So that may be of interest. When I get to be out of
here. The transplant deal means another month in. We hope that can
begin mid to late November, but this slow bone marrow activity may change that.
Nothing will ever be the same. Some of that is good. I cannot be
what I was, and how I was. It was a very unhealthy spiral. This is
all new. I am highly dependent. To resent it would be a slap in the
face to those who have freely decided to catch me rather than let me fall.
I hope I always feel this love. It is remarkable. And remarkable how easy it is to enforce boundaries without much anger involved, if any.
Oh, this kind of chemo leaves you bald. So much coming out I had it buzzed down to 1/8″ and still losing that. It will grow back, doesn’t give you mouth sores or make you sick. Hair is the most trivial of concerns. Got great hats that feel really nice. That is how it works. It is going to be a long ride but so much good has come of it. No matter what, I am better than I was.
In a whirlwind of little events, I was discharged today until all is set
for final stem cell transplant. That is what they call it now. Same
thing as bone marrow transplant.
But it is all done through blood, not digging inside bones. The stem
cells get introduced into blood stream and find their way into the bone marrow
where they set up shop. We then hope all is copacetic in the ‚hood and no
I have as good a match as one can have for a donor so that should help.
No idea who or where. Later I may find out. They have their
There is the necessity to go back in every few days for maintenance of the mainline
port still in my chest, blood tests, etc. Even though to me it is as if
none of this is real, they are serious about various precautions I must take.
I cannot afford even a hint of cold or flu or that could screw
everything. Blood levels are improving enough to at least clot blood if
needed and soon even fight infection. Even so, all precautions are heavy
duty until the whole thing is finished.
I hope it can be arranged in two weeks. It may take a little longer.
The fact that they are skipping the interim chemo round known as
„consolidation“ and going straight to transplant is very fortunate.
It has to do with the lack of cancer and the state of my system.
Had my bone marrow become active sooner I would have gone the usual
route. It just timed right to avoid it. Hard to fathom but that is
life. What a stroke of real fortune.
So here we are.
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Kelvin aka Fitzgerald discovers Mt. Helix September 13, 2005
As was planed, my online acquaintance joined me to finally „discover“ Mt. Helix, one of my „must visit“ places when I’m in San Diego. Now, who is „Fitzgerald“? Well he’s a guy with a blog… one of the many blogs at the now defunct site „journalspace.com“. I found out he was from my hometown, and when he wrote an entry in his journal about Mt. Solidad, I mentioned Mt. Helix, and he mentioned he’d never been up there. So, together with his wife, we had a date!! But first, they met my folks and my home. I knew that he and my dad would hit it off right away because they are both „Navy“ and Fitz was thrilled at all the Navy memories and books, etc., that my dad has collected, and Fitz deals in collecting Navy stuff!
my dad and Fitzgerald inspecting one of my dad’s treasures
After tearing them away from memories lane, Fitz, his wife, and I drove up to Mt. Helix. the higher we got, the more difficulty Fitz had keeping his eyes on the road! The view is just soooo marvelous!
Fitzegerald on THE rock!
and me, too
and this is the whole view from THE rock!
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For some time now I’ve been writing a journal in journalspace.com, one of the many online journal services available. It was first introduced to me by „fin“ back on my trip to Edinburgh last February. There are many great, and some not so great, writers at journalspace. One of the real better ones that I really enjoy reading was „MrScribbler“. We often exchanged comments in our respective journals, or „blogs“ as they are also called, derived from the word „weblogs“.Since he lives in California it was only natural that we tried to arrange a meeting. As fate would have it, when I flew over to California, he was flying over to Frankfurt on a business trip! Then, when he returned, he came down with a bad cold!Well, today we actually managed to meet! He drove all the way down from the LA area just to meet little ole me!! how sweet! And it was a very nice, and much too short visit.I took him up to my favorite spot on Mt. Helix where a nice gal there took a picture of us together, as proof that we actually DID meet!
And here he is, sitting on that now famous rockwith the view of El Cajon in the background:
Thanks „Scribby“ for taking the time to meet me!!
2009, San Pedro, California, his „Ghetto by the Sea“
For those of you familiar with his entries from Journalspace I went to visit our own : MrScribbler!
On the drive home from Scribby’s…..
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My first JS member I met, in fact he’s the one who introduced JS to me. We met in England together with members of a pilots forum. Being that both of us were pilots we had something in common.
He told me which other members I should follow and his advice was excellent! Thanks Fin.
Once upon a time there was a young widowed mother living in Scotland who began learning to fly. She joined an internet forum for pilots, PpruNe, and named herself „Pink Aviator“ (she just loved the color pink). In this forum she would write about her training advances and all the trials and tribulations of attaining her pilots license.
Her writings soon became very popular. Her own forum was put online and her adventures continued. Like me, many other pilots and non-pilots became members of her forum…. and then came opportunities to meet some of them.
My first trip to Scotland was in September 2004. On this particular trip I was able to meet „The Pinkster“, as we lovingly called her, in person.My report of that trip has nothing to do with JS so I’ll leave it out.
As it so happened, one of her most loyal fans, „fin“ from New York, was planning to visit Great Britain, originally to fly with „Pegasus“ (or „Winged_Horse“ as she is sometimes called) for a day-trip to Egypt. Since I had vacation already approved for that time, I thought about meeting the two of them before or after that. The trip to Egypt got canceled but fin decide NOT to change his plans completely, instead just go ahead with the flight to Edinburgh.
By the time the date came around more and more members decided to try to meet up with us … in the end it was a marvelous meeting of new friends, brought together via the internet…. and a young woman who had had a dream of learning to fly……
Saturday, January 29, 2005
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March 17, 2019: I wrote this long ago on a different site and I’m just adding it here:
As if I don`t have enough to do, and enough JS journals to mess around and keep track with!
Many of you JS`ers know me already. I`ve been hanging around JS for almost 3 years now under the journal Westy! Yep, ole Westy just can`t get enough of blogging!!
Anyway, the introducing of the new interface nick-named „Peanuts“ caused a lot of controversy…. some liked it, some hated it, some could care less. What bothers me the most is that too many „old timers“ were jumping ship, and I think that`s a pity!
We don`t blog because of an interface!! We blog for ourselves, to just write stuff down, or to communicate with other people! And JS has some of the best people of any journals sites I`ve visited so far.
As with anything new, it needs getting used to. So, I thought I`d try something. In this journal I want to demonstrate some of the ways to NAVIGATE around the new features… so that`s why the name The Naviagtor!
I don`t use all the features, I don`t know all the features, so this is hopefully a place where EVERYONE can share their JS knowledge!
So, help me along and get this thing on the road. Since I live in Europe, my timezone is different then most of yours, which means I won`t always reply right away, besides real life getting in the way!
Feel free to ask questions and also to answer questions other people ask in the comment section.
The next entry will be about configuring the homepage…. perhaps tomorrow.
From burstmode at Sat, 20 Oct 2007 16:43:53 -0700
OK—I am from the google school of simplicity. I liked the old interface because of that. But, I believe JS is a unique blog-site and I don’t mind changing when necessary.
From itiswell at Sat, 20 Oct 2007 17:34:17 -0700
Great Idea. Im with burstmode, the reason I liked the old interface becuase it was easy.
From likeisaid at Sat, 20 Oct 2007 12:25:43 -0700
Wow, what a great idea..I love the background, hehe. 🙂 Me and peanut will get along just fine as long as they keep the old editor. I have yet to learn how to post a picture in the new one! Maybe this is the place to find out. 🙂 Thanks, Westy!
From TheNavigator at Sat, 20 Oct 2007 12:31:07 -0700
I hope they keep the old editor, too…. I just can’t get used to the new one and I also have problems posting pictures with it. Yes, I did try! But I guess there are some tricks old „dogs“ CAN’T learn! heehee
From Melody at Sat, 20 Oct 2007 12:37:46 -0700
A good idea. I will stop by and learn something new 🙂
From MaFanLaile at Sat, 20 Oct 2007 15:33:57 -0700
maybe this old dog can learn a few new tricks! am bookmarking it!
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When JS crashed and died in December 2008 there was a lot of hype about it all over the press. MANY members of JS were upset about losing all their entries and mad because there was no warning about it. Well, the admin couldn’t give a warning…. a former employee set up a trojan or other type of bug into the software and suddenly the site kicked the bucket.
I had already set up a, no longer existing, forum as a refugee camp for when the site was down for maintenance and needless to say, I was soon busier then I ever thought I would be, especially since it was the holiday season as well.
Soon everyone drifted off to other blogging sites, especially as we became to realise that JS was NOT coming back. Many still kept contact with each other, others were lost to the whelms of the cyber world.
During the crises I was approached by a reported of some computer magazine, asking about my refugee camp and wanting a statement. Here’s her request and my answer…..I don’t remember it….sorry.
Then there was this very „entertaining“ video put up in YouTube…. I was able to grab it before it disappeared forever.
as of today, March 17, 2019, it’s still on YouTube available
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Mom and I sit, as usual, in the living room. The television is on in the background. She’s sitting in “her” chair, located in front of her now seldom used computer. It’s an older model, one of dad’s “hand-me-downs”.
I’m sitting next to her in dad’s big, comfy chair while he’s in the back room playing on his computer.
I arrived on New Years Day. Upon my arrival, mom knew who I was. Yet I have already noticed a few of her “slips” that my brother, Carl, and his wife, Alice, had warned me about.
Then she asks where I live. “Germany”, I answer.
“Where are you going from here?” she asks.
I reply as neutral yet as truthful as possible, “Back home to Germany.”
“oh, Dorrie lived in Germany, but she moved. I have no idea where she is now.” There is no point in trying to correct her.
An empty tissue box lies on the table in front of her. In it are a few papers, a framed picture of my niece, Cassie, and her boyfriend, Anthony, plus some pencils, pens, and small scissors. Mom points to the picture.
“I don’t know the names. They left here and forgot to take the picture with them.”
“I think that’s Cassie and her boyfriend (who I haven’t met yet so I’m assuming).”
“They forgot to take it with them.” Mom insists.
“Mom, it was a present for you to keep.”
“Write the names down, I have to return it, they forgot it.” She hands me an empty envelope, I write down “Cassandra” and give it to her. She takes the picture together with the envelope and marches to the back room where dad is sitting.
“I have to tell “that guy” (meaning dad).” Dad repeats what I had told her, but she won’t listen and gets mad because no one listens to her.
“They gave it to you as a present, to hang up somewhere,” I repeat. “Let’s find a place where we can hang it.”
“No! It’s not going here!” she then insists, since she doesn’t accept this place as her home. She then places it face down on her dresser, so it won’t get forgotten when she “goes home”.
She returns to her chair and her tissue box. She begins to sort the papers in the box. I also notice her placing the pencils and scissors into envelopes. I suggest she put them in the cup that sits next to the computer, together with other pens.
“But then they’ll be forgotten when I go home,” she whines. I humor her by telling her that the cup can be taken home with her as well. She thinks about that for a moment and accepts, then continues sorting the stuff in the box.
Later I’m sitting, writing in a notepad. The lighting isn’t great and she asks, “How can you see there, Dorrie?”
She once again recognized me.
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