Daily Archives: October 5, 2016

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My eastward neighbor Art Oluja changed out this picture in her installation.

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And on the next parcel north: strange critters indeed.

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It’s certainly October now. Donnie Darko’s month.

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Bridge

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“Man that’s a long way up.”

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“No kidding,” came a reply behind him.

“Wilson? Er, Wheeler?”

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He then saw that she herself was just a kidd.

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Starbuccaneer Barista is dead.

Killed by a crashed airplane. No onboard casualties listed. Starbuccaneers remains closed indefinitely for a period of mourning and needed repairs.

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A grieving Baker Bloch decides to visit Carrcassonnee for spiritual guidance.

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Carr.:

Very reminiscent of Donnie Darko. And there’s a time loop involved as well. In one reality she didn’t die. In another she did. It was suppose to happen. And, anyway, she could come back tomorrow, good as new. Good as old. No need to grieve. Something that was suppose to happen at this point in the script is all. Stop your blubbering. Here’s a hanky.

BBloch:

Thank you Carrcassonnee.

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Baker Bloch’s father Space Ghost was so upset that he walked around Collagesity all day without his cane, forgetting he was handicapped. He loved Starbuccaneer as well, perhaps even moreso than the son. While they were sitting at Rhoda’s Karl’s bar on Tuesday, he planned on confessing something to Baker but got too drunk to really do it. Let’s listen in again.

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Space Ghost:

Another round Karl (hiccup).

Furry Karl:

Maybe you should slow down there Space Ghost old man, old chap.

Baker Bloch:

Great you could take over the bar while Rhoda was dead, Furry Karl.

Furry Karl:

Rhoda? He or she’s right upstairs. We decided to switch bars. Too much blood and shooting down here for him-her. He/she’s prone to it. I don’t attract that crowd, that element. I can better control a situation. PUT DOWN THAT GUN! (dramatic pause) See? Just a joke from me. Still here.

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Baker Bloch:

It’s the… sorry Karl, go ahead…

Furry Karl:

It’s the violence from his former bar. That’s also why I removed that cursed picture of him-her and Shark, another him-her actually. Lordshore Bridge pic returned.

(Along with Clock, Baker Bloch then thinks, staring at the far wall. Why did *that* return?)

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Baker Bloch:

Well, I suppose things must keep moving forward. It can’t remain February 2nd or 2:22 forever.

Space Ghost:

Well put (hiccup) son. Here’s to time moving forward, moving onward. Up up and away. (he downs his beer in one long swig)

Baker Bloch:

Let’s get you home. Where is your home again? I don’t think that’s quite been established. Carrcassonnee said that you usually sleep in the portal now? Explain father.

Furry Karl:

Yeah, I’m gonna seal that thing up with a big, grey rock. You better find other digs if that’s your hangout, Space.

Space Ghost:

I live in Muff-Birmingham. In the clouds. Cloud 9. Number 9 Dream. Night night. (he lays his head on the counter)

Baker Bloch (turning to Karl):

Well, I gotta take him somewhere. The other day, I found him sleeping under a rock, speaking of rocks. What rock are you going to seal the passageway with, Karl? Just curious.

(Just then a phone rings. Furry Karl goes around the corner and into the back corridor to answer it. Baker Bloch and his father cannot hear what was talked about through the wall. He returns several minutes later.)

Furry Karl:

Well I may have a place for your father to stay. Turns out this time Rhoda is actually dead. Some kind of symbiosis with Starbuccaneer, along with the ballerina next to that rock outside. 3-n-1. They discovered them all combined together in one body at the morgue, during the autopsy. So, for Space Ghost in the immediate now, he can live upstairs after we clear out Rhoda’s stuff.

Baker Bloch:

That’s *terrible*. We’ve lost not one but three Collagesity entities in one tragic scoop swoop.

Space Ghost (head raised):

I knew that already. I think it’s time to move to the harder (hiccup) booze. Karl, break out that bottle of (burp) Boos Number 10 (hiccup). The one made (hiccup) on Mars.

Furry Karl (correcting):

We call that *Le*Mars in this dimension. It’s a stopover on the way to Neptune. Karoz has been there not once but 3 times now. 3-n-1.

Baker Bloch:

Has he made it to Neptune?

(Another phone call. Furry Karl visits the corridor again. He takes a little longer this time to return.)

Furry Karl:

Sealing’s off for now. Looks like we’re going to have a crowd in here soon. Upstairs boss says the Portal’s opening up from the other side.

Space Ghost:

That’s (belch) *me*! (clunk)

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Furry Karl:

Yeah, I don’t think so. Shame about Rhoda. Shame about Starbuccaneer. Shame about the ballerina girl. 3-n-1. Damn shame. And now we’re going to have visitors because of it. Muff-Birmingham.

Baker Bloch:

Oh God.

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Middletown, Early October

Saturday trip to Middletown. Great time! This seeming manifestation of TILE in a window display got my camera clicking. The colors are reversed, but the direct association is there. Instead of the correct yellow “I”, you have a blue one. Instead of the right color of blue for the “E”, you have yellow. Then instead of a red “L” you have a green one here. All that’s missing letter-wise is the “T”, which would logically be [the reversed] red in this scenario.

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In this picture is depicted a Middletown collagist briefly alluded to here. I believe we have taken separate paths in this discipline. Her back is literally and figuratively turned to me, I feel, even though upon meeting we were face to face. My route is focused upon the educational more than the commercial. Both paths have advantages. I would suppose hard core collagists are very insecure people. I should know.

I would like to mention here another collagist whose work I just ran across yesterday. MK Ultrasound may be more similar to myself, even though he also sells his works. That’s because he additionally creates audiovisual collages, like I do (MessiaenSphere, Messiaen Trek, etc.). These are, by their very nature, non-profitable. Here’s a link to some of his work: http://www.mkultrasound723.com/art. Hmm, wonder if *he* would like the exhibit his art in Collagesity? Interesting. But I’d have to get to know him and his portfolio and artistic philosophy better.

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One of my arch enemies, and blown up to large size to emphasize the dislike. This is what nightmares are made of.

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A rare picture of the real me. Can you see?

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Middletown was quite far down into the rabbit hole this day of parading and protesting and such. But what energy! I was soaking it up apparently.

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Hillary…

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… and Donald.

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This is a more interesting story. Just two shops down from the one with the TILE display discussed above, I found this man posing next to the Judgement card from the Rider-Waite tarot deck. This happens to be the Major Arcana card coming direction before The World, the final one. I asked him about the card, mentioning I was just writing about The World the night before (and I also discuss *TILE* in the same paragraph!). He told me it was to indicate when your food was ready. I asked if The World happened to be on the flip side?

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It wasn’t, but I found it quickly enough inside.

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One of the queer things about this exchange is that the man’s wife or partner was also taking pictures of him with the card at the same time. Here *she* is at work.

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Middletown has energy. Door to reality.

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