Monthly Archives: January 2015

“Bunk”, har har.

Click to access l200104.pdf

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http://www.svpvril.com/Cosmology/cos8.html

Figure 8.7- Colors Represent Relative Frequencies
Red = C = Thermal Rays
Yellow = E = Light Rays
Blue = G = Chemical Rays

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8.5 – Dynaspheric Shells – This faster vortex will be the inner most envelope which will be enclosed by the second spinning vortex and the third vortex will enclose the first two. Imagine an orange with three peels each one covering a band or width of the equator sealing the area not covered by another enclosed band. The poles of each spinning equator will be open. In Figure 26 the black areas of each shell are the spinning sealing areas of motion. The colored areas are the open polar zones. The three concentric peels will effectively seal the entire surface area of the orange according to its velocity of rotation which translates directly into force of compression and density. The end result is a highly compressed “solid” sphere of matter. These dynaspheric shells correspond to Russell’s “caps” that seal and hold an atom together. See “Atomic Suicide?” for more details.

Figure 8.9 – Dynaspheric Shells and Attractive Poles

“It’s easy to see that the *Orange* River drew the much, much, much younger The Way and Interstate 30 to Center County. It has a much more powerful influence that the last 2. Actually it doesn’t, because *all 3 are 1*. It is the 4th that again holds the key. Does it travel at zero time? Or does it travel the speed of light?”

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At any rate, it’s the Orange again.

Hucka D.:

Right.

http://tmbw.net/wiki/asheville

Trivia/Info

Also known as The Orange Peel (in the original concert setlist).
The Orange Peel is in Asheville, NC and somewhat close to the French Broad River mentioned in the song.
Besides the venue (and the fruit), a possible source of inspiration for the theme of the song could be playwright Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman, in which Willy Loman pleads with his boss, “You can’t eat the orange and throw the peel away—a man is not a piece of fruit!”
Twenty days prior to the TMBG show at the Orange Peel where this song premiered, the French Broad River flooded horrifically, doing terrible damage to the city’s art district.
Unlike all of the other regularly performed venue songs, this track doesn’t have a studio version. The rendition on the DVD/CD is from the soundcheck.
Colourmovie designed and animated the video for this song.

See also here:

https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/12/19/21412/

All of the 3 seem significant. Obviously the first (near Middletown in NC), 1/2 of the source of the name Otanoa, home of Woodrow Wilson College and Future Home (western edge).

The 2nd (NJ) is near Newfoundland, where acclaimed movie Station Agent was primarily filmed. Swannanoa NC sometimes nicknamed Swanna Nowhere, and in film Newfoundland was similarly described as being in the middle of nowhere. Resonance.

Station Agent is a primary movie in Carrcass+6.

And then the only other one, in VA, was home to coupled mystics Walter and Lao Russell during the last half of the 20th Century. This is where they lived and worked.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swannanoa_%28mansion%29

W. Russell’s periodic table of octaves

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I just stumbled upon mention of the band They Might Be Giants this morning when looking up the etymology of the phrase “here there be giants”, used in a previous post. Now I find, through research into the French Broad, that they wrote a song about Ashville. Hmmm…

Asheville
By: They Might Be Giants
Year: 2004

Please allow me to introduce myself I’m the orange peel You don’t remember But I was once part of your orange

I’m the peel that you left on the floor You took the good part and walked out the door And I hate you for that I hate you for that I’m the orange peel

When the flood waters reach where I lay French Broad River will float me away And I hate you for that I hate you for that I’m the orange peel I’m the orange peel I’m the orange peel

One of a number of interesting rocks along the riverside road leading to the old dump site. This one appears to have hieroglyphic patterns on its underside (seen clearer in the enlargement), but close up they turn into “mere” spider webs of a circular design.

At this island location the road veers away from the river and starts uphill to the old dump plateau. In reviewing early 90’s notebooks, I see I call this place Dumpport, because this was where I was planning to carry junk from the landfill and create a kind of art happening, perhaps even including “ships” or floating devices that can move (up and?) down the river. I only very vaguely recalled the island when I saw it, however. I didn’t appreciate what I had at the time, obviously, since the same kind of vagueness shrouded my memories of the Woodrow Wilson trails revisited this fall. When we return to A-ville I’ll not make the same mistake, hopefully. I’ll appreciate.

Beyond the end of the road and Dumpport lies these rocks that I recall a bit better. You can also see them on GoogleEarth, I’ve found out, and this is just a segment of them. At some point I’d definitely like to hike the whole central Alexfin penninsula beyond this to where a main road rejoins the river. That’s perhaps the defining aspect of the peninsula — no road along the river except for, in part, basically unused and overgrown ones.

More details from the Dumpport island. It’s maybe 15 yards by 5 yards.

A fallen, ivy colored tree trunk creates a kind of bridge to the mainland.

The dump road follows a brook up the hill to the old landfill site. This is one of the places where it runs under this road. Nice ice effects. You can also see that the stream is still discolored from dump leachate. More on this type of drainage here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leachate#Landfill_leachate

Back on the river: footprint effect in a rock; bigger than an ordinary man’s. Here there be giants?

The river raging below a rock outcropping.

I called this Fist Rock. Right on!

More spectacular and meaningful hikes in the Middletown/Ashville area last Saturday. Temperatures were near freezing when I got to A-ville around noon, but reached perhaps 40 in the afternoon. The first hike involved attempting to find a possible pond corresponding to the Bentmore base point of the A-ville pyramid (Bentmore-Future Home-Alexfin). I parked on The Way at place I thought would be about as close as possible to the pond, and also give me a quick, stealthy way into the open woods, which turned out to be quite passable and filled to the brim with these little white pine trees. Beautiful. After a couple of hundred yards going like this I ran into a system of what I recognized as equestrian trails that soon led me to the pond in question. It was larger and more tamed than expected, as seen in the below photos.

Great place to take a book and read (or notebook and write). But unfortunately it is on private land, which I feared roaming much. I think I could get away with being here, however, as long as I don’t fish or swim. 🙂 More details on that loophole soon. “The Bentmore Exception”?

Camouflaged pvc pipe outlet for the pond. Nice touch.

Looks like I might not be the only one practicing the Bentmore Exception in past/present/future. Looks like a pretty well constructed and perhaps recently or even presently used stick hooch to me. I was slightly worried I’d run into this possible woods dweller when exploring the pond area. I was more worried about running into the people who worked for the people who owned the land, however. No one spotted in either case. It was a pretty cold day, and off season.

Another interesting structure found nearby. This is a little downstream from the pond, in another open area. Turns out to be an old bathroom. It made me wonder if the pond was more popular destination in the past, perhaps before a blocking interstate had been constructed to its west and the dammed site was easier to reach.

Another nearby structure. Looks like a large trash container, perhaps, now empty and rusting.

I attempted to reach Central River by continuing to follow the stream leading into and from the Bentmore pond down the hill. I decided to turn around at a no trespassing sign that had a pretty detailed warning. I had found enough in this area for now. Food for thought fer sure!

My second hike this sunny but cold day involving moving up the river about 10 miles to Alexfin, highlighted by the second base point of the Alexfin-Future Home-Bentmore pyramid. In this case, my destination wasn’t the actual point of the pyramid, a location inside an A-ville area prison and certainly off limits. Instead it represents a hypothetical but still quite logical spot, and I say this because the Alexfin and Bentmore points are located 8.68 miles from Future Home *and*, in addition to this, 5.57 miles from where Central River enters (Bentmore) and exits (Alexfin) Center County itself. One could put it this way: The pinpointed center of Alexfin is defined by the relationship with other pyramid attached spots of a more tangible nature.

I was extremely happy to find that the old way to the former Alexfin landfill area I had used in the past was still accessible. The central area of Alexfin is still relevant! Hopefully it will remain that way during at least some of our tenure in A-ville. Very valuable real estate we’re talking about here, and a lot of it. If the land is to remain somewhat pristine and undeveloped, I’ll have to have some help from the Gods that govern such things. Perhaps the meaning of the pyramid is primarily one of preservation, then. In contrast, even though the Bentmore pond (central point of Bentmore, in turn) is on private land, I’m confident that it will continued to remain in a natural state and not be butchered to make room for housing projects. Again, more on that aspect soon enough.

So to the pictures — below we have the amazing Center River (Centeriver) swiftly flowing north past rocky islets, with the bald plateau of the old A-ville landfill rising above the treeline in the background. We are looking into the heart of Alexfin.

I believe these are sumac berries.

Before passing to the south of the old dump, the river calms. We are drawing nearer to the Alexfin centerpoint, a place as I’ve stated we do not and in fact cannot visit.