Category Archives: Carrcass Artists

… I’ll probably be able to hike once more in Frank and/or Herman Park. It’ll be chilly, though. Do I return to the bizarre running fence on the slopes of Gene Fade’s Mtn.? The little cemetery there could hold keys; also the rock outcropping just beyond it on the public path also skirting the running fence project. Hiflat and Loflat… but what of Red 7 or Carcass-7? (pause) Although Second Life is coming on strong once again, the focus of this blog should remain on Frank and Herman Parks. Period. However, a question that has come to mind is: Is New Pietmond with its still developing SoSo Village a direct continuation of Herman Park’s Lion’s Roar? A link is one of the newest Pietmond structures, or Tower of A. Mann. I’ve related it to New York City’s Statue of Liberty. I’ve also assoc. Lion’s Roar with this same city in an October post here. Is the Tower of A. Mann sort of a very tall bottle of Lion’s Roar, then? Something to ponder about, or one more thing to ponder on. Who lives in New Pietmond? Is Knock there, aka Tin S. Man… oh, *Mann*. Tower of A. Mann could be one of 4 men Knock mentions in October posts, or Powerman, Plastic Man, Tin S. Man, and Superman. I want to fly like Superman (etc.). (pause) So which man is it? Since Superman is the 4th, it could be him. Reorganization around the Eiffel Tower (another prominent world landmark, like NYC’s Statue of Liberty).

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0081573/plotsummary

Terrorists have taken over the Eiffel Tower, and threaten to blow it up with a hydrogen bomb. Once again, Superman is there and saves Paris by throwing the bomb into outer space. Unfortunately, the explosion releases the three bad guys imprisoned in the first Superman movie. They then move in on Earth, taking it over, but little do they know who they will have to defeat.

And Superman’s Metropolis is largely modelled after New York City itself.

In his 1978 work, The Great Superman Book, an encyclopedia of the first forty years of the Superman comics, author Michael Fleisher cites many, many examples which demonstrate that Metropolis equates with New York City. The most blatant of these might be the statement he cites from Action Comics #143 (April 1950), which states that the Statue of Liberty stands in “Metropolis Harbor”.[1] The Statue of Liberty, in fact, stands in New York Harbor.

And then we also have this…

“Knock is the only person in town that talks to me. Knock is the only *person* in town period!”

Hucka D.:

That’s not true. There’s *me*!

bb:

If you are the golden bug or play Goldbug, then that’s way in the past still.

Hucka D.:

I’m still there. You haven’t unraveled the line yet. The Lion.

bb:

Many mysteries still about Byng and the 4 Valleys region, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Daniel Blown, yeah.

bb:

I think I’d like to go back to Carcassonne soon, the stream with all the white rocks.

Hucka D.:

Great place.

bb:

How can I possibly create a unified theory about these 2 mtn. parks with a way between them??

Hucka d.:

Slowly. That’s what the mtns. want.

bb:

I could examine the references to Yards Mtn. in P. Big, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

They’re there.

bb:

Hand Spring is referenced in Spirited Away in that red/green/blue/yellow window illuminating the bowl of water in the vacant temple.

Hucka D.:

Temple of TIDE.

bb:

Yeah, suppose so. What’s the relationship of TILE and TIDE?

Hucka D.:

Same thing. Except concentrated.

bb:

Did TIDE predate TILE? And what of Tyle in all this?

Hucka D.:

TIDE solves the problem of The Fall in Dark Side of the Rainbow. It looks like nonsense when you write that statement out for me in your blog but it isn’t.

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bb:

Oh, The Table (!)

Hucka D.:

OK, yeah.

bb:

Remember I had all the avatars sitting around it in Happy or Hilo or whatever that village in Siliconicus is called now. The one I still have in Second Life.

Hucka D.:

Hilo. No, Philo.

bb:

Yeah, that one. Table House is central in all of it, along with maybe the Norris Building.

Hucka D.:

You have Lion’s Roar now[ to add in].

bb:

But back to The Table. Obviously this new fellow, Knock, is a progression beyond Tin S. Man or a revelation of who is inside that tin suit.

Hucka D.:

Not who you expected. But that’s Superman. The 4th Man.

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Knock (answering bb’s question):

I suppose the Village Green concept is the most important one to develop in your synchs, baker b. I like to talk to you as Wallace3 now, though. To be safe.

bb:

Where’s Z? Sorry.

Wallace3 (repeating):

Where’s Z?

Knock:

He’s at the end of Dead End Street. Little Green. In Little Green.

bb:

Sorry again.

Wallace3:

But there is no Little Green bottle in Lion’s Roar.

Knock:

Did you check again tomorrow? Today I meant?

Wallace3:

He was at The Table in Goremoor. In Hilo or Philo.

Knock:

Give that up[ for now]. Talk to me.

Wallace3:

Lion’s Roar is a new standard.

Knock:

Yeah. We’ll find Z. He’s around back somewhere.

Wallace3:

What of Marty and Plant and Lemon?

Knock:

Oh, they’ll come around. I’ve blocked them, actually. I don’t care about Marty too much. Or Lemon. As you know now.

Wallace3:

But that’s just macho positioning. You must see The Beetles’ greatness.

Knock:

Nah, we were better. Are better. We were around much longer. We went through the ringer. The Beetles… they just gave up. I’ll support The Residents over The Beetles[ as greatest rock group ever] sure. Even I see that. Unless it’s us.

Wallace3:

The Bill will remain on top of synchdom for now, however. But they’re not a rock group or a musical group period.

Knock:

Nah. Lemon liked them and brought them in.

Been reading my blog posts from about a year ago forward. Have reached part about reexploring TILE Creek again — finding TILE Falls, etc. Very exciting times. I hope we have close to that warm type of winter again, but certainly can’t count on it. First a really really cold winter, then a schizo winter where it’s really really cold to begin and warm to end, and then a really really warm winter. What’s next??? So I have to anticipate The Woods being closed off for me fairly soon, perhaps as early as December. Christmas vacation usually brings snow covered ground. Yet I don’t seem to have Second Life exploring any longer to keep me occupied during this potentially large rl exploring gap. Work on other baker b. modules instead? How about Paradox II, or Paradox III for that matter? Then of course we have Rainbowology now, which I haven’t really worked on in several weeks, or since the discovery of Lion’s Roar and its Kansas — really since the blog got into full swing here. Tin S. Man and I split over the 3333 nature, with the gap unable to be closed. Natural rift, leading to Lion’s Roar. Wallace3 seems to have even moved to Lion’s Roar now, and away from the Tinsity Metro Area of Green Oz Valley. Let’s ask him (to speed up things).

Wallace3:

Yes, I’ve decided to live in Lion’s Roar instead of Wallace/Tinsity. Knock will be a friend, perhaps this Z, although he wasn’t home tonight. I’ll examine Jeogeot history, which ended with Pietmond and a small addition with Boris[ just read]. Lion’s Roar has 2 ways, maybe three if we add in Pretty Way. The train track can take us-as-marbles anywhere in the Lion’s Roar location, as long as it’s downhill, har. Lion’s Roar contains answers. I will dig into the history of Goldbug, who was here in the past century, perhaps about 1841 or so. Found the Bee’s Line. Must examine what this line is more. Is it the train rail as I originally thought — I don’t think so now. Knock has indicated 3 “Men”, with a 4th man coming from Kentucky, a superman of sorts, called Daniel Blown. Daniel Blown is found in Billfork, hum. My friend Flynn asks about him every once in a while — “sure would like to know more about this Daniel Blown fellow.” I must investigate the nature of these 4 men, then. Some say that Daniel Blown might have even lived in Closed Cave???

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Wallace3 put pen to paper to begin. “Jeogeot was a fabled land, with Pietmond its crown jewel. Really it was Chilbo, and Pietmond was a chip off the old blog. Chilbo needed help. Norum and Chilbol existed in Lemony times. Norum had to turn into Pietmond, because it was not accepted in Chilbo (site of Medieval jousting fairs, etc.). If DSotR can be revitalized through Tin S. Man and Tinsity/Wallace, then so can Second Life and Jeogeot perhaps. Alma might know.”

Knock (looking over his shoulder):

Shouldn’t…

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… we be looking at the bigger picture. I’m just saying that to say something[ mind you].

bb:

Hi Knock my oldest friend. (smiles) I still haven’t read your book all the way through — X-Ray. Are you Tin S. Man? Because it seems that the other Tin S. Man is the real Tin S. Man.

“I am superman,” came the reply. Like REM except not.” “Another lead!” I replied back. Super. “Can I take a tour of town with you, Knock,” I requested. He shrugged, looked at his pile of work to be done, gave me a “who cares” expression, and waved to the door in acquiescence. “You’re so kind,” I said. He had a large gait; rather cumbersome to keep up with him as he turned left on Side Way to head toward Little Brown. “Do you know who lives *here*?” he asked. “Chuck?” I guessed. But he nodded — I had guessed correctly. Chuck was the fellow I theorized might have lived in Closed Cave in the nearby (to us normal sized humans) 4 Valley region. “This is the *real” Chuck, though,” said Knock. “Where’s Knick and Knack?” I asked, examining the brown bottle with him. He picked it up, suddenly “normal” sized. “Now you know the secret to getting out of here.” He handed me the normal sized bottle. I looked down at Lion’s Roar; the bottles, the pots, the rail. “Are we still down there as well??” “No,” he answered. “You’re either down there, trapped in the microcosm, or you’re up here in the stratosphere, with the townspeople unable to see you… Big Sky and all.” He laughed a bit. “You should have written novels, Knock,” I responded. “*This* is my novel. I know what you are up to. *I* created Tin S. Man, gave him the desire to research DSotR. For I am truly Tin S. Man, or I once was. Now I’m superman. I’m able to do this.” He indicated with his hands his suddenly enlarged body. Superman, eh? “How do we get back inside?” I asked, looking at the brown bottle. “Just put the bottle back on the ground,” he responded, and did so. We were back in Lion’s Roar, the bottle suddenly looming over us although it was one of the smallest in town. “We don’t need to go “outside” right now. As long as you know we can.” He pauses thoughtfully, allowing me to catch my breath. I looked around. The townspeople had returned, but they were more obviously than ever what one would call “shades”. “What of the segregation symbols in the town?” “They are what they are,” Knock replied.

“One more thing,” he added. You have to put the bottle back exactly where you took it. Just grab it with your hand. You can practice on your own. I have to get back to my studio.” “Working on another album?” I asked. “No, I’m working on getting Knick Knack and Knock lined up and harmonized. Yeah, of course I’m working on an album. *Always*” He disappeared inside the Knock bottle, leaving me on my own to explore the town.

“Some say Elliot Carter was born on Sideway, or made his musical fortune there. He chose to be an avatar. (pause) baker b.? Not there.”

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“Beetle, Music? Anyone?”

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“The first resident of Lion’s Roar was Gold Bug. He was attempting to sell a *copy* of the Bee’s Line for a million dollars. All over town he tried — this was the equivalent of Millionaires Row. Sorry, Musician’s Row.”

bb:

Was the Bee’s Line a piece of music?

Hucka D.:

There you are. No, it was a line, an actual, physical line just like your line you took home with you today. He said it represented a million dollar treasure. Maybe a mil and a half.

bb:

Ahhh… Lion’s Roar is kind of like the cardboard city of 12 Oz Mouse (!)

http://boards.adultswim.com/t5/12-Oz-Mouse/bd-p/mouse

I wonder if this Gold Bug is actually a gold bug or it’s a more anthropomorphic or human character?

Hucka D.:

Ummm… I know who you have in mind. But I believe he has greenbacks. No rubles… greenbacks.

bb:

So Lion’s Roar is a setting for a tv show, just like virtual Pietmond was. It’s more the setting than what the individual buildings are about.

Hucka D.:

Both. Who owned the Triplets? Were they the original buildings of town, as you put it? And why are there perhaps 3 Triplets left behind on Yards Mountain this season that didn’t make the journey to Lion’s Roar? Triplets — one for each “high rise”.

bb:

Actual triplets, like Hector, Hubert, Howard?

Hucka D.:

Yes! (pause) Maybe. We brainstorm again. Funtas… well, just fun.

bb:

I agree. Let’s keep going a bit (!) So Gold Bug comes into town, says he’s found a Bee’s Line which is the same as a map. You dig at a certain place and you find the treasure. Talks about Central Tiny as a rock to be found. Talks about the mysterious Rock Mound. A skull… where did it go, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

I hid it. It detracted from the overall story if identified.

bb:

Nice. Didn’t want to carry that thing in my backpack anyway (smiles). So we know that Gold Bug…

Hucka D.:

But one word, just Goldbug.

bb:

Goldbug, then, comes in from place called Kentucky where he’s been prospecting.

Hucka D.:

It’s me. You’re right. *I* want to be the star of this movie, er show.

bb:

Great! So we’ll say you’re the golden bug (!)

Hucka D.:

I’m divine. (blushes)

bb:

And you have this line. And everyone in town laughs at you because you’re trying to sell this line, this Bee’s Line. Then you unroll it in the center of town — put 2 stakes 40 feet apart and start to unwind it. Let’s see, it’s about 65 yards long so that’s 250 feet or so, which means you’d have wind it around these poles over 6 times.

Hucka D.:

Well, it certainly gets the grizzly townspeople interested, this unwinding.

bb:

Esp. Ted Turner.

Hucka D. (apparently rehearsing):

I want greensbacks, not the gold backed stuff. The real stuff. Paper. This is not about Golden. This is not about me.

bb:

I’d think he’d want the gold backed currency, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

He walks Millionaires Row. He knocks door to door. Knick Knack Knock, the 3 Triplets. He knocks on Knock’s door first. “Knick, knack, knock. Who goes there? Who goes there??”

bb:

So each of the 3 Triplets answers the door with all 3 of their names.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Could be pretty funny. “Just a simple bee,” he answers. “A bee with a line from Kentucky. Elliot Carter sent me.”
“You’re a funny bug,” Knock answers. “Do you know me already? We are 3 in 1, perhaps making Foreign One. Like The Arab. Do you know him or her?”

bb:

Maybe: Knik, Knak, Knok. But everyone mispells it in town. The Triplets try to correct when possible.

Hucka D.:

They own the highrises [of town]. They’re so rich they bought three more [duplicates] but left them in storage over on Yards Mtn. They describe riches still to be had in that money field over there. Say you can spy it with a spyglass in the winter.

bb:

It’s the Money Go Round.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Precisely.*

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bb:

Importantly, Hucka D. tells the story about a mosquito which landed on part of the string, making it dark, just at where a tree was on the line which he was otherwise going to skip. Instead he names the tree Mosquito Tree and includes it on the line.

Hucka D.:

You have to study that line. Goodbye.

bb:

Thanks! Great start for the story.

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* http://www.lyricstime.com/kinks-the-moneygoround-lyrics.html

Robert owes half to Grenville
Who in turn gave half to Larry
Who adored my instrumentals
And so he gave half to a foreign publisher
She took half the money that was earned in some far distant land
Gave back half to Larry and I end up with half of goodness knows what
Oh can somebody explain why things go on this way
I thought they were my friends I can’t believe it’s me, I can’t believe that I’m so green
Eyes down round and round let’s all sit and watch the moneygoround
Everyone take a little bit here and a little bit there
Do they all deserve money from a song that they’ve never heard
They don’t know the tune and they don’t know the words
But they don’t give a damn
There’s no end to it I’m in a pit and I’m stuck in it
The money goes round and around and around
And it comes out here when they’ve all taken their share
I went to see a solicitor and my story was heard and the writs were served
On the verge of a nervous breakdown I decided to fight right to the end
But if I ever get my money I’ll be too old and grey to spend it
Oh, but life goes on and on and no one ever wins
And time goes quickly by just like the moneygoround
I only hope that I’ll survive