Monthly Archives: April 2015

April 15, 2015 · 9:05 am

Grand Spot 01

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Lake_St._Marys_State_Park

I believe the shallow pool of water at the lower end of Red Head may now be called The Grand or Grand Pool or something equivalent. Model: Grand Lake, Ohio, also very shallow. More on Grand Lake and its Mercer County soon enough. Thanks!

Celina = Jupiter, Coldwater = Saturn, Neptune = Neptune (etc.)
Mercer County is our Solar System.

Mercer County flag

Quilted Rock near Celina

http://generationqmagazine.com/needle-gypsies-the-quilted-rock/

We stopped on the way back home to get a closer look and take pictures. I contacted Stoneco—actually a company called Shelly that acquired the Stoneco quarries some years ago—to ask about the origins of the rock. I was told the rock had been placed to mark the northwest corner of the property that housed Stoneco in that location, but it had been a magnet for graffiti. A local artist, named Brenda Robinson, offered to paint the rock in a quilt-like design in order to discourage the vandalism. And, apparently, it worked, as the Shelly representative had no knowledge of any further defacement.

And that’s all there was to it. Frankly, I was a wee bit disappointed. I was hoping for something that involved a jilted lover, a family feud, and a ghost that haunts the grinder thingy next to the rock. So, what do you think? Tell us what your story would be for the origin of The Quilted Rock. Maybe we can get Stoneco to go with one of ours instead.

No relation between the quite similarly colored Quilted Rock and the official Mercer County flag that I can tell. Story of the flag here:

http://www.ohiostatehouse.org/museum/county-flags/mercer

The lighthouse signifies Grand Lake, the largest man-made lake in Ohio. Beams radiating from the lighthouse stand for all six Mercer County schools: red for St. Henry, orange for Coldwater, gold for Parkway, green for Celina, blue for Marion Local, and purple for Fort Recovery. The flag committee added one final touch to the design. The foundation of the lighthouse was modified to have fourteen stone blocks. Each block represents one of the townships.

Red Head’s very shallow “Grand Pool”

But I wonder if a map like this could have possibly served as an inspiration for the colored Quilted Rock patterns.

Actually, I suppose it looks more like townships. More pondering to do here…

http://myhometownohio.blogspot.com/2009/09/temple-of-tolerance.html

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April 14, 2015 · 12:57 pm

Herman\

What sticks out from this list?

Yes, it’s obvious. The 2 Hermans of Craighead County, AR, one on a Herman topo map and one on a *Tru*mann topo map. Herman Munster, ol’ Flattop, is not a true man. He is a [composite] monster.

There are 2 Hermans in Winesap. This is also obviously referred to here. Is there more proof of this? Of course. We have Winesap in the same county, and one of only 2 in the country, the other being in Ohio. We have a Fisher, with another in the county below, almost directly south. Fisher-Herman. Fisherman. Obvious.

But Herman also refers to Herman Park. But Herman Park refers to the 2 Hermans of Winesap. It’s a circle, or a triangle. Triangle within a circle.

Herman Park was built around Tile Creek, known to non-Tilists as mundane Yards Creek, spewing forth in an Appalachian Spring from Yards Mtn.

PEI’s Appalachian Spring

That’s Red Head soon to run into a Greenhead roadblock, quickly resolved. Greenhead is where the bird beat the bug. Hucka Doobie was a martin bird. Bird Wax instead of Bee Wax. Isn’t that right Hucka D.? Never mind. I know I figured it out. You transformed from a bee into a bird.

Hucka D.:

Almost.

bb:

Stay on course.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

What is the relationship between Green Stream and TILE Creek? Are they the same? Or, better, is Green Stream the *new* TILE Creek? Given that Red Head begins it all, and Red Head starts 4orrin1 [and the flow of an Appalachian stream] as seen above. Red Head transforming temporarily to Greenhead — and I’ve been thinking about this — is the confluence of the former with the Whitehead Crossing matrix. Assimilation. Whitehead Crossing is home for poor little orphaned Anne, even though she was suppose to be a boy (as Red Head is most logically Greenhead and visa versa, since it’s on Green Stream and Greenhead is on Red Brook instead). Then in the next ~~synch~~ carrcass, Frank’s Moving Mountain, we have the same dialog reappearing. But instead it’s Howl whose hair has turned an awful shade of green.

Hucka D.:

We’re getting off course.

bb:

Sorry. Could there even be significance to the poem Anne is reading at the beginning of the ~~synch~~ carrcass and film as one?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lady_of_Shalott

Stanzas five to eight describe the lady’s life. She suffers from a mysterious curse, and must continually weave images on her loom without ever looking directly out at the world. Instead, she looks into a mirror, which reflects the busy road and the people of Camelot that pass by her island.

Modern critics[citation needed] consider The Lady of Shalott to be representative of the dilemma that faces artists, writers, and musicians: to create work about and celebrate the world, or to enjoy the world by simply living in it.

TENNYSON-DICKEYVILLE.

Why Dickeyville?

Hucka D.:

On course.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dickeyville_Grotto

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/2242

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Tagged as Frank's Monster^*+++++!$

April 14, 2015 · 8:41 am

Spoon Fork & Knife? 02

TEXT SOON.

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April 14, 2015 · 8:36 am

Spoon Fork & Knife? 01

TEXT SOON.

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April 13, 2015 · 9:30 am

Immediate concerns

Should be a wetter week in Blue Mountain. Frank and Herman Parks are probably closed off until the weekend. That’ll put me at April 18th, but I might have to go to Mythopolis to help mom that day. Spring is progressing (!). I must think of how to use the Whitehead X-ing environment during warmer weather. I’ve created or traced the Contemplation Loop of the Crossing last August, I believe. Can I walk it more this summer? What about Concreek, which was a successful summer focus in 2012?

Living in the woods during the summer is not an option now. Maybe when I retire I can camp out again. But I have a history of this. In, let’s see, 1982, I lived from May through the middle of September in a tent in woods just west of Blue Mountain State College. Then in May or June 1984 I even built a kind of primitive teepee at another location near Blue Mountain, although I only “lived” there for a month. I stuck an umbrella on top to keep out the rain. Another stay in a tent ensued in August 1984 at roughly the same spot. I remember it being an extremely dry month, rare for August certainly. I have not taken pictures of these places for the blog. Maybe I should. Oh, there’s one of the tent location here (first 5 photos; but I didn’t produce any text for this particular post 😦 ):

https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/08/05/about-rl-01/

Michael Two created several habitats in the local parks, including what I call Michael Won in Frank Park (where I first met him) and then Michael Too as well on a ridge of Wealthy Mtn. in Herman Park.

And now someone is building a teepee at Whitehead Crossing — not Michael Two in all likelihood. Another parallel self? I think so in a way, in a manner. One of my goals before retirement is to secure a location for a woods cabin or shed or equivalent. Perhaps a teepee will suffice.

When I worked at Maynard Jackson’s Cafeteria in the Blue Mountain Mall during the mid-80’s, a number of my friends were living in teepees, an inspiration for my own more humble attempt. Toy happenings have kinda replaced the desired for forest living quarters. But where is all this heading, I ask myself? I’m going to retire not too soon but not too far off in the future. I’ll have more time for camping. The wife will probably not join me for many of these excursions. How about just *buying* a cabin next to the woods. It doesn’t seem the same. Still I must think of practicality.

The woods stays ended when Edna and I began dating in 1986. Houses became a focus. Eventually we bought one, where we still live. A big attraction was the woods to our north, west, south however, that I’d already explored a bit beforehand. This is the intra-hiking space I mentioned in a recent blog post, the one that has been deactivated by neighborhood degeneration. And with it, the dreams of a permanent home in Blue Mountain have evaporated too.

A key word: permanence. Perhaps Frank and Herman Parks can provide it instead.

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April 13, 2015 · 8:57 am

Warmer Weather Hiking

Middletown/Ashville wilds are basically closed up to me until October. Even moreso for Mythopolis: November. I’m stuck with Blue Mountain now in terms of off trail hiking. I’m going to try to extend this into May up here.

What closes them up? The heat for one thing. Wearing shorts is not an ideal situation for off trail (Blue Mountain has a lot of mountain nettles, for example). Gnats for another. And a big one: poison ivy/oak. This goes triple for Middletown. This goes triple times triple for Mythopolis. Up here the poison ivy is around but scarcer. There’s some in Whitehead Crossing, for example, but you can pick your way around it, especially if you have a rough idea of its location beforehand. Growing up in Mythopolis was quite different. There you’d have vast fields of nothing but poison ivy sometimes to deal with. That’s a huge plus for Blue Mountain even in comparison with Middletown, where the poison ivy situation is between the two.

Then we come to the wildlife critters, and I think especially here of snakes. Don’t want to step on a snake in the undergrowth. Now Blue Mtn. has it’s share of snakes for sure, but again Mythopolis trumps it, and Middletown, once more, lies between the two in terms of the risk of stumbling upon one of the feared creatures. When I lived in Durham I found that snakes were all over the place — no chance of practical off trail hiking during summer months atall. In Blue Mtn. — Whitehead X-ing once more — you can get away with it.

So: gnats, poison, snakes. That’s the big 3 in terms of living things. I suppose we should add mosquitoes in with gnats, but they’re not as everpresent.

Other critters I’m semi worried about are bears, but I’ve only run across one in all my hiking days, and I encountered him/her on a designated hiking trail. This is one reason I don’t do a lot of off trail hiking at Granddaddy Mtn. Another is conservancy issues. Bees/hornets are also something to think about, especially ground nests. Wolves/coyotes are around; foxes. And I’ve found what is most likely a skunk hole recently at Drink Lake that I need to avoid in the future. Raccoons might be worth pondering.

The woods are just a more dangerous place in warmer weather. The now foliated trees do not allow rocks to dry as quickly, raising chances of slipping on them when wet. And heavy rain, often unforecasted, comes more frequently in the summer.

And so I don’t accomplish a lot of off trail hiking even in relatively safer Blue Mountain. Now *England* might be different. There’s not many snakes. There is *no poison ivy/oak*. The heat is much less of a problem, and I assume the gnats and skeeters as well. England would be *ideal* for summer, intra-woods hiking. If you had enough woods.

And that’s where the advantage shifts to Blue Mountain, once more. Blue Mtn. has woods in spades. Whitehead Crossing is still a center.

Still rock’n!

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April 12, 2015 · 8:52 am

Stream

“Stream” might still be important.

Pulling Further Out…

This is the same as George Harris’ Son’s Branch, the one looping around our Blue Mountain house. It has its origins on the north side of Herman Park. Protected. But then shortly entering unprotected area as it snakes toward our house, our neighborhood. Our degenerated ridge. Along the way it passes through Harrisonia — unprotected, true, but still with energy. A shed sits in the middle: Harrisonia Central. Who put this shed there? Did they build it on the spot?

From the same 2008 post, CREEK is now called Tile Creek, more commonly known as Yards Creek, however, to non-Tilists. RIVER is the same as Spoon Fork, the main waterway of Frank Park. Not yet known about at the time of this post is Whitehead Crossing, and the importance of its Green Stream lying kind of in the middle of all 3.

The designations have changed. The flows have become more personalized. All revolves, seemingly, around Whitehead Crossing now. Red Head, Greenhead, Whitehead. Blue Skies Mr. above all.

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April 12, 2015 · 8:04 am

Regrets. I will…

… never really return to the Yang world of the stream bend surrounding my house.

Shortly after moving into our current house in spring ’98, I thought this area would be a new center, an *intra* hiking region to balance the extra-hiking area all around. It even wrapped itself up as a sphere or planet of some type, as the beginning of the stream looped around and ate, snake-like, the end of the stream. This is George Harris’ Son’s Branch.

Things happened. A huge development was built on the mountain beyond ours, and just above the falls area pictured at the first of this post. A town, really, of about 900 people, all students. But even before this our neighborhood was degenerating. The house next door was enlarged on our side, with a protective bank of rhododendrons essentially destroyed in the process. Then the neighbors moved out, and the place became a student rental. Students again. At another point, the nice neighbor across the street who lived alone in her house perched on a rock above GHS stream decided she needed more room and left the community. It too has become essentially a student rental, and probably always will be. The neighbors who lived on the opposite side, a nice elderly couple from South Carolina who weren’t up much, decided to sell their house. It too became essentially a rental unit. The couple that extended their house toward ours built a huge new house at the end of the road in former wilderness. There was really not room for this house. It also intruded on my intra-hiking region. The end of this same ridge was suppose to be the site of a shed, a new center to balance our house.

I still regret not having this shed, this intra-center. I should have developed it. But it’s all water under the bridge now. I cannot tolerate the new noises of the neighborhood, especially coming from the student town on the hill just above (sound condition again coming into play here). Whatever dreams we had for the house were shortlived, really. We do not plan for this to be a retirement home. But, then again, Edna expressed to me that she would like to have another house in Blue Mountain to replaced the present one, but admitted it was probably not practical at this point. We are close to work. I am close to my beloved Frank and Herman Parks. We are in an excellent location still, even if the neighborhood did not progress as we wanted it to. The dream of an intra-space is destroyed. I’ll have to look back on my notes.

“Blinker’s good enough.” (Baker B., 1/22/08, upon choosing surname for SL birthday)

I suppose when I created this post in early 2008, and also this one…

no further than my own backyard, 1

… the dream was still alive a bit — not totally destroyed. This was before the student town. This was before the giant new house at the end of the road. This was before all of our surrounding neighbors moved to other locations. It may have even been before the neighbors extended their house toward us — the beginning of the end. Now we are the only ones left.

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April 12, 2015 · 6:48 am

Breaktime

“Carrcassonnee is not going to return to groundside Collagesity. She’s made up her mind. She will remain in the skybox until the day Collagesity is no more. You might as well build the temple around her in disguise.”

bb:

Hmmm. The Skies. Like Herman’s mansion?

Hucka D.:

You might as well give[ Collagesity] up. It can return later. The focus should be on OUT THERE. While you still have it.

bb:

I could rent a 4096 later… for experiments. I have Crow the Keyboard, the new baby of the house. I need to work on protecting the carrcasses more, obviously.

Hucka D.:

What’s to think about?

bb:

But this *would be it*[ for Collagesity].

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

Let me think about it. I suppose I could talk to Carrcassonnee still.

Hucka D.:

She’s upset with you.

bb:

Ah, I don’t blame her.

Hucka D.:

Will take a bit of time to get over.

—–

Hucka D. had to fly away to take care of some pleasure in Frogtown, US of A, as he put it. I suspect Jennifer may be involved once more. Must, then, think of the possibilities for Collagesity. In the virtual world I am essentially alone. Also, my facebook connections are weakened. There is no support group, really, for audiovisual synchronicity any more, unlike the olden golden days. I have not had any real collagist/artistic friends in a while. My work co-workers are either transferring or distancing themselves from me, it seems. I have to think alone these days — it is best perhaps. What do *I* want?

Well, I want to stay in the house we have for the period we remain in Blue Mountain. Edna and I talked about that yesterday, among other things. We had a bit of a fight in Abington, very similar to the one we had almost exactly a year ago in the same town and under the same circumstances. Queer. I expressed my recent disappointment in Charleston[ SC] somewhere along the way. I don’t like the coffee as much, I don’t like the food as much, and I don’t like the beer as much. But we can work around this. We have Folly Beach now: more of a focus with its healthier seafood critters and seaside beer of 2 types that I still certainly enjoy and are worth the prices. Folly is still a good place. Part of it is people — a big part. People don’t eat as healthy as they use to, and food is increasingly fried and not boiled. Same thing for the baked and stuffed potatoes we once enjoyed in Blue Mountain. Salad bars have been kind of ruined by dessert bars — more unhealthiness.

I need a break from eating out. I have a sound condition. I don’t really like most craft beers. Middletown is a center of craft beers, but I will most likely not be playing a significant role in the revolution. I need to cut back on drinking a bit.

We have a triangle of influences, a secondary color triad. Like in The Who song, the new boss has become the same as the old boss. Movement away. I thought about this triangle while sitting on Grey Seal a couple of years back. It hasn’t really changed all that much.

I had a dream of a giant snake, once more. All it wanted to do is to live. We could not allow that. It was *crafty*. Last night I dreamed of alligators coming to get me on a sandy isle. Some snakes there too.

The work pressures of last year have lessened but the energy has transmuted. Things are changing; things are moving apart now. Spread out. I wonder if Carrcassonnee considers herself the Real McCoy still. But that must be the direction I am moving to now. A new center. We’ll see.

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April 11, 2015 · 2:18 pm

Blue Duck, er, Drake

General idea: Blue Drake formed or energized or crystallized in 1978, same year as the release of both Duck Stab/Buster and Glen by The Residents and also Strange Days by Story Room. 2 fer 1.

All important Rubisea separated dark (Lycanthrope sim) from light (Blue Drake sim).

At the same time, baker b.’s CHRO system was seeded and started to expand *on a diagonal*. Later it was found both Strange Days and DSBG were built upon a Diagonal (starting at Six Feet Under + Constantinople), as recently explained to Chuck at his namesake loop in Frank Park. This is also where baker b. and Chuck separate as composers. What is the relationship of Chuck and Artie J. Spongeberg and baker b. now? They still seem blended.

Yes, it probably isn’t coincidence that Rubi has its own well documented Diagonal (now stretching across an entire virtual continent!).

Gene Fade’s Mtn. certainly seems to have a lot to do with music these days.

Maebaleia background story from the Baker Blinker Blog:

https://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/category/maebaleia-continent/