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March 25, 2014 · 8:26 am

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I’ve decided that I’m going to eventually have to move my Falmouth Gallery to a new location. Sunklands is a distinct possibility, perhaps in a week or 2. Not that Sunklands has much mystical power left, but it’s still a kind of home (like Rubi).

Hucka D.:

As you’ve gleaned, you must return to music. Animation or collage and music. CHRO and Improvisation. And composition, but CHRO.

bb:

CHRO must be treated as a parody.

—–

Hucka D.:

Collagesity?

bb:

The structures make the collages.

Hucka D.:

When I was in Sikk…

bb:

When *I* was in Sikkima, I didn’t have the Power Tower Gowlery finished. Falmouth wasn’t even conceived — a twinkling in a collagist’s eye. VWX Town was the ultimate for me. But I can’t — couldn’t — afford it.

Hucka D.:

No. The concept is sound[ though].

bb:

I went to real Whitehead X-ing today, Hucka. It was getting cold by then, though, and my back was a bit sore. Back trouble, eh?

Hucka D.:

There’s worse trouble. Truck gives you freedom. Keep the truck route.

bb:

Thanks.

Hucka D.:

What did you think of WH X-ing?

bb:

Well, The Emerald hasn’t grown back yet. Interesting to see when that takes place.

Hucka D.:

Soon[ obviously].

bb:

Green Turtle formation still there. Soon I’ll recreate the Thinking Path or Thinking Loop — Contemplation Loop I believe I called it[ last summer].

Hucka D.:

Yes. Important.

bb:

And of course I know that former Grey Rock is now Grey Seal, or Grey Rock topped by Seal Stone.

Hucka D.:

Rock has a mate: Stone. Sharron.

bb:

Stone was already there.

Hucka D.:

Stone is a fairy[ like Rock]. Sharie?

bb:

Stone…

Hucka D.:

Sharon, Greenburg, Meade. It’s there. Emerald. Moss. Meade. Moss Meade.

bb:

And Whitehead — Silver Technological Institute [ STI].

Hucka D.:

And Edward. Stone. Edward Stone.

bb:

Is Edward Stone the Green Turtle?

Hucka D.:

No [ as you’ve guessed].

bb:

One of my missions…

Hucka D.:

One of your missions is to figure out which stone is Edward’s stone or Edward Stone. The Green Turtle indicates that it must be nearby. Meeting of Whitehead and Little Whitehead is a possibility or clue.

bb:

Edward Stone is Emerald City. Maybe Edward Stone was moved.

Hucka D.:

Yes (!)

bb:

Someone put that rock on top of Grey Rock. Getting a few chills.

Hucka D.:

More chills[ are needed].

bb:

Seal Stone is Edward Stone?

[no answer]

bb:

What of the 4 Sticks area? Entered by Big Log[ traditionally].

Hucka D.:

More collages are needed. Don’t stop.

bb:

Nah, I think it’s over, Hucka D. [ the Falmouth collage series — 42 collages (!)]

Hucka D.:

Don’t count, just do.

bb:

Then maybe Roll is with Rock in town.

Hucka D.:

Yes again (!)

bb:

Where do or can you roll a rock?

Hucka D.:

Across Big Log.

“Cliffs of Dundee” (Waverly Knapp, c1812)

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March 22, 2014 · 11:54 pm

Frank Park 02

Another interesting hike occurred perhaps the day after Korean Channel exploration. The focus this time was Greene Knob and a stream which tumbles off the side of it. No, I’m not talking about Falmouth Creek or Con Creek this time, but the creek *between* them, another as yet unnamed feature. It’s almost entirely hemmed in by rhodododendron from its source to Jacob I. Road, a distance of 1/3 to 1/4th of a mile. But at various points the stream is still accessible if you’re willing to bend down under the rhodo for a spell. I’ll have more to say about this creek soon. An appellation is needed, obviously.

Larger rock near the stream’s source.

On the same hike I ran across this obviously man-made shelter near the top of Greene Knob, after I ascended from Jacob I. Road. Height gained: 500-600 feet. Again I have no idea why someone would make this. Did someone actually use it for a shelter for a number of nights? Of course the culprit might have been now local legend Michael Too — a good chance.

Large meadow atop Greene Knob, just above the shelter. A number of white rocks appear in the foreground.

Then on the downward side of the ridge with the shelter (Shelter Ridge, then?), comes not one but several rock ledges of some significance. The below photo shows a point where you can descend to get to both the largest ones.

Ice flow in one of the rock ledges. I’ll return soon for better pics; I deem the ledges a pretty significant find. They exist directly west of Whitehead Crossing, which lies at the base of this same mountain, or, more accurately, in the Green Stream valley between Greene Knob and neighboring Allen Knob.

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March 3, 2014 · 1:21 pm

Chat, Hikes

“Collages are coming in right and left, Hucka (!)”

Hucka D.:

Pressure creates art. You are seeking help. Art responds.

bb:

Have even revisited Greenup Gill now[ in last 2 collages, completed just yesterday].

Hucka D.:

You are playing the border between animation and collage. You see how hard it is to make good, competent animation. It really should be *lived*.

bb:

Interesting, Hucka D. Oh, I need to talk about my hikes this weekend. And last weekend, actually.

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Hiking season perhaps has officially opened, with 2 nice mountain hikes this weekend, both in Frank Park. But to back up, *last* weekend I also hiked in Frank Park and also Mytholopolis on Saturday. No pictures from the latter, however — forgot to take my camera along with me for the 50 minute drive. To summarize, what I basically discovered was an alternate or *southern* route from Carrcassonne into the heart of the new Mythos, or Redlands as I’m calling it now. I’ll attempt to provide types of maps asap.

Now to Frank Park. Last week I revisited Bill Mtn., but was quite depressed still about my interim evaluation and the whole work situation now. So I *dwelled*. Instead of walking toward the summit, I headed away through southern meadows toward places not seen in a while, including a ridge between Bill Mtn. and Frank Lake that I’d earmarked for a possible toy happening some time ago — a flat, relatively clear spot centered by a hemlock. The former passage into this clear space had now become overgrown with rhododendron. It was effectively sealed off, and if this was my first visit I probably wouldn’t have even known there was a clear space back in there. Not sure exactly what this means — must return when I’m in a better state of mind. The meadow just south seemed to contain poles marking some kind of, I’m not sure, race? Anyway, that added a little to my depression for some reason. Maybe just another human intrusion into a former pristine settin. Oh, and *guns* were being shot not far off. Hopefully not in Frank Park itself! But I think hunters are around the edges of the park. And I heard them again the next day, if I remember correctly. Upsetting. Started in the afternoon both days.

It’s difficult to write about my Frank and Herman Park hikes without pictures. I’ll try to put what I have on the blog tonight so that I can write more effectively later on. The 2 hikes this weekend were more successful, and both days I explored new territory, especially yesterday (Sunday). Found another hutch in the woods where someone perhaps got refuge from the elements at times. Bullrocks type rocks below it… this would be the summit of Greene Knob. Or maybe that’s Gene Knob. Should Gene Knob be a new blog category?

Hucka D.:

I’m back. Yes, Gene Knob should be a new category. But don’t call it that. Think of Allen Knob to its ~~west~~ north. Think of Green Stream between. Allen the Purple Martin.

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Collage 13

“This is the Place”

Alright Hucka Doobie. What is *this* about?

Hucka D.:

You used my full name. You *must* be interested.

bb:

Cool. I’ll go ahead and start. The figure in the middle, at its base, is Jack from the movie The Shining. His face has been hollowed out, so to speak, to let a cartoon version of his laughing face peek through, or bleed through. This would include the crazy, spiky green hair, the two asymmetrical bulging eyeballs, and the single tooth gaping mouth. In turn, the crazy mouth is hollowed out to show the field and path beyond. So in a way the Jack figure could be seen as a facade.

Hucka D.:

This is you. You and your job, your responsibilities. This is a perfect mirror. You are trying to reach through to the beyond, the place where you won’t face responsibilities as part of the facade. Challenges lie ahead, yet you already see the end. You have to go through these because Edna has her own set of responsibilities, outside of this. This is on *your* head.

bb:

So the prez is my boss, and also my co-worker.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Similar to the shark in the Falmouth series. Yet you’ve progressed even beyond that. You’ve returned from England, more mature. The shark aspect is more in shadow or outline. *All* look beyond now. A clock is ticking in the distance, yet keeps the same time. 2:23. That is what everyone is headed toward.

bb:

I am also Mouse. The Mouse.

Hucka D.:

Definitely. That is fear. Fear of Shark, in a way. Fear of axing even, perhaps. But it’s two mouths in one. There’s the shark’s mouth overlapped with the man-woman’s mouth. This has to do with beyond the facade, the job, the work.

bb:

This is a gateway collage.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

The setting is Frank Park, across the road from Bill Mountain but still close. In the background we have a mound. It use to be much larger when Edna and I made that film there. Perhaps I should post the film to Youtube: “This is the place” (title of film, perhaps). (pause). You know in looking at that mound, I think it is the older, larger version, the Tiny Silbury version. I think we see only the top of it from our perspective here.

Hucka D.:

Wyeth’s painting character… stares at it. This is Christina. You should study that painting.

bb:

I will. The fox jumping over the dog is reference to the… let me look up the word from the Nollop post, perhaps. Hold on.

Hucka D.:

Holding.

—–

https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/chat-3/

So it refers to the *pangram*, “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.” This is that fox, that dog. The fox jumps again. The dog lazes (in front of the mound). And it’s all in that speaking balloon. This is what Jack says.

Hucka D.:

And what shark says and what man-woman says. They all say the same thing. All are headed toward 2:23.

bb:

The corndog reappears from the Falmouth series as well. Shark hates corndogs. Corndogs are a symbol of laziness?

Hucka D.:

In part. Think bigger picture. What is the role of the corndog in the days beyond?

bb:

It’s still not too far from Jack’s hand. It’s there still. Lying in the middle of the path before Jack. Ready to be partaken of.

Hucka D.:

President Rutherford “Booger” Hayes then plays a role. He was last seen in this here blog eating corndogs, I believe.

bb:

Could be. Project Big Chimney.

Hucka D.:

Think about that project again.

Shark is not a bad shark. It is saying, think of the beyond. The quick brown fox jumping over the lazy dog. This is your challenge. You are *both* the fox and the dog. This is your decision point. The two tendancies, action and nonaction, oppose each other. This is your job and your not-job, one fitted inside the other.

bb:

And the mound between them.

Hucka D.:

This is the mound of the future. All gaze and ponder upon it. This is the place. No one has all the answers now, not you, not the boss, not the co-workers.

—–

bb:

Oh, and then the pea pod in the front of the collage, subbing for Jack’s left arm, is another reference to the Dunn novel “Ella Minnow Pea”. A pea pod is on the cover of the novel. This is the same pea pod that Baker Bloch found underneath the weathered bench at one end of Baker’s Isle in Second Lyfe — *his* Baker’s Island.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Further identifying you, baker b., with the central Jack figure here. This is LMNOP.

bb:

This is tiling.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

The island’s high council becomes more and more nonsensical as time progresses and the alphabet diminishes, promoting Nollop to divine status. Uncompromising in their enforcement of Nollop’s “divine will”, they offer only one hope to the frustrated islanders: to disprove Nollop’s omniscience by finding a pangram of 32 letters (in contrast to Nollop’s 35, or just 33 in the version “A quick brown…”). With this goal in mind “Enterprise 32″ is started, a project involving many of the novel’s main characters. With but five characters left (L, M, N, O, and P), the elusive phrase is eventually discovered by Ella in one of her father’s earlier letters:

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February 11, 2014 · 3:50 pm

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Red Rock (Collage 12)

bb:

Very bizarre seeming, Hucka D. I don’t like the blood splatter.

Hucka D.:

Neither do they (!). The splatter stands for the red rock and the pointy stick beside it. The rock is blood, true. True Blood.

bb:

Is it simply the noise that bothered them?

Hucka D.:

No. They want to…

bb:

Communicate.

Hucka D.:

Yes. All Seeing Eye. Colorado. Seal. Highlighted Snoopy Nose, like in Shot 61, I believe you’ve numbered it.

bb:

Numbered by someone else.

Hucka D.:

That shot was influenced by The Bills directly.

bb:

Interesting.

Hucka D.:

It is (!) How did they do that?

bb:

Let’s see: *noise* was highlighted by visuals in that shot.

Hucka D.:

Correct, good. Dog. Good dog.

bb:

So The Bill are trying to tell me through this that they did those mistakes in 61.

Hucka D.:

61 is highlighted elsewhere. Rat, for example. And Andromeda[ Strain].

—–

12:06pm:

bb:

So back to the collage (now finished, I believe). The hand is an alien one, seeming to emerge from the rhododendron to deposit the namesake red rock on the ice bank. Red is also on the hand in the form of (fake) blood, as in a movie. The collaged hand is that of not Jack Nicholson’s, as you would imagine if you knew the related scene from The Shining, but Stanley Kubrick’s himself. This is the broad scene…

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Shining_%28film%29

Danny writes “REDЯUM” in lipstick on the bathroom door. When Wendy sees this in the bedroom mirror, the letters spell out “MURDƎЯ”. Jack begins to chop through the door leading to his family’s living quarters with a fire axe. Wendy frantically sends Danny out through the bathroom window, but it will not open sufficiently for her to fit through it herself. Jack then starts chopping through the bathroom door as Wendy screams in horror. He leers through the hole he has made, shouting “Here’s Johnny!”, but backs off after Wendy slashes his hand with a butcher knife.

Hearing the engine of the snowcat Hallorann has borrowed to get up the mountain, Jack leaves the room.

… and this is the part about it being Kubrick’s hand that reaches through the door, and from a specific source…

http://www.davidicke.com/forum/showthread.php?t=205856&page=47

After Wendy Torrence has managed to get Danny out of the window, her husband breaches the Bathroom Door and removes the panel closest to the door-handle. After some theatrics, he reaches into the Bathroom to try and turn the key to the Door. Wendy Torrence strikes his Hand with her knife – and his Hand is left with a fairly sizable slash mark. Given the significance of what I have recently described in relation to this Bathroom Scene, it is appropriate to note that the Hand we see entering the gap in the Bathroom Door does not belong to Jack Nicholson, it is actually Stanley Kubrick’s. This point was raised in one of the ‘Makings Of’ “The Shining” – the speaker citing the rationale that ‘he just wanted to do it himself for some reason’. I believe the reason he chose to use his own Hand has been clearly explained by the details in Key 6. His own personal appearance in this scene might be the last known instance of him appearing in one of his films. The only other instance I know of occurred twenty years prior to “The Shining”, when it’s believed he made a brief appearance in Lolita, disguised as Humbert, crossing the threshold into Clare Quilty’s mansion. As far as I know these are the only two occasions when Stanley Kubrick ‘put himself in the picture’.

Hucka D.:

The hand is then alien to the actors in the film — it’s the maker of the film’s instead. And this is the same for the situation in Frank Park. It’s the maker of the park. True.

bb:

Hmmm (again).

Hucka D.:

Do you not believe me?

bb:

Not sure, Hucka. Can you explain more?

Hucka D.:

The park — parks — are a virtual reality, just like a film. The “director” reaching through and displaying his own hand for those that know is a telling sign. Just like in The Shining for Kubrick’s hand, as your mata has guessed. He knows more than he’s letting on( however).

bb:

Let’s see… the red rock is like the splattered blood from the suddenly slashed or cut hand. It’s not a deep wound on the hand in the movie. The splatter even seems to make a meaningful pattern, and I’ve directly transferred this splatter into the collage. Lucy from Peanuts pulls a football away from Charlie Brown, making him fall down. But in the collage, Charlie is missing, although his “air trail” is still mainly present. In depositing the red rock on the bank, the hand risked exposure, and is slashed.

Hucka D.:

The rock *is* the slash.

bb (looking again):

Okay, thinking more down to earth, I could have slipped on that ice on the bridge, just as Charlie Brown (missing) did when Lucy yanked the football away. So it’s me that could have slipped and been hurt. Not slashed probably but still hurt.

Hucka D.:

Yes. But probably not as well.

bb:

Okay… the slip is a *reverse* of the blood splatter. It *slips back* onto the hand.

Hucka D.:

Correct (?)

bb:

In the collage, nothing is hurt, is injured. The injury is reversed back onto the hand. The “director’s” hand then retreats back through the broken door panel — unharmed. The All Seeing Eye is probably that of the same entity. As Kubrick probably created the film mistake over Snoopy’s nose, so we have the same type of effect in Collage 12 here.

Hucka D.:

The title is “Rats!”.

bb:

Thanks for that. Snoopy’s image comes directly from the Peanuts curtain in shot 61 — the same kind of curtain, I mean (and not a direct cull from that scene). Next might be the separation and categorization of black and white rocks. Black and white and then red all over. Red Rock.

Hucka D.:

Correction. The title is “Red Rock”. Sorry.

bb:

That’s okay. “Rats!” may be used later.

Hucka D.:

Apologies once more.

bb:

It’s okay; don’t worry( about it).

Hucka D.:

Black and white rocks next, then!

(12:23: larger ring effect on Peanuts curtain drape as dr. closes case; Snoopy’s nose highlighted)

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February 10, 2014 · 3:12 pm

February 9, 2014 · 12:04 am

Bullrocks

TEXT SOON.

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February 3, 2014 · 3:08 pm

Bull Rock

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DIXFIELD — The beloved official town mascot, Bullrock the Moose, became a casualty of Wednesday evening’s ferocious thunderstorm.
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Wednesday evening’s winds from a powerful thunderstorm toppled Bullrock the Moose, Dixfield’s mascot on the Village Green. The 11-year-old statue also had dry rot, which contributed to its downfall.

Strong winds knocked down the full-scale wooden sculpture, which had been standing in the Village Green since 2000.

“I heard the sad news of Bullrock’s destruction shortly after we opened (Thursday morning),” Charlotte Collins of the Dixfield Town Office said.

Wind was not the only factor contributing to the moose’s demise. Bullrock had developed a bad case of dry rot in his chest as well as his front right leg, making for an already unstable foundation.

Bullrock is named after a local legend, according to town records. The story goes that a wandering moose journeyed from the back side of Dixfield’s Sugarloaf Mountain, approached a formation known as Bull Rock on Sugarloaf and became so entranced with the beauty of the valley below that he lost his footing and plunged over the side to his death.

“Today, Bullrock’s spirit can be seen in the majesty of our forests and the steadfastness of our people,” according to town reports. “He not only symbolizes Dixfield’s colorful past, but represents a strong and steady future for all of us.”

Bullrock the statue began April 18, 2000, when Ted Walker of Peru began carving him. Money was provided by the Economic Development Council.

Walker took two weeks to complete Bullrock using 150-year-old white pine for his body and Norway pine and spruce for his legs and antlers. Falls Taxidermy supplied his big brown eyes and Dan Anctil supplied the log at Bullrock’s feet.

Bullrock was hoisted onto a concrete foundation by Anctil’s log loader and bolted tightly to the concrete slab.

As of early Wednesday afternoon, Bullrock remained in pieces on the ground on the Village Green.

“I have a feeling that Bullrock may rise again,” Collins said.

This image shows the original artwork from which the official Town of Dixfield Seal was developed. This representation of the Town of Dixfield was drawn by Letty Ellingwood and evolved into the official town seal. Shown are the Sugarloaves Mountain, Bull Rock, Webb River and Valley, moose, and wildlife. Dixfield’s mascot is a moose named Bull Rock, and its motto is “We Strive.”

Bullrock is back!

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Eileen Adams, Staff Writer

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Monday, June 18, 2012

DIXFIELD — A stronger, bigger and more resilient Bullrock arrived at the Village Green early Friday afternoon after more than a year of work to replace the town’s mascot.
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Wood carver Ted Walker of Rumford anchors Bullrock to his platform early Friday afternoon.
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The first Bullrock rotted from the inside after a few years, but this time, creator Ted Walker of Rumford took steps to prevent a similar demise.

The 9-foot tall, 1,500-pound moose is on a pedestal at the entrance to the Green along Route 2 near the village. It’s carved from pressure-treated wood, has some rubberized parts. It’s hollow but looks like a traditional wood carving.

Bullrock’s head is topped with a set of real moose antlers donated by a local hunter.

Norine Clarke, the driving force on the Dixfield Economic Development Council, said funding for the new moose came from insurance and large and small donations from area people.

A Welcome Bullrock party is set for 5:30 to 6:30 p.m. Thursday, June 21, at the Village Green. A commemorative cake and punch will be served.

A stuffed moose created by Laurie Taylor and Moose Is Loose T-shirts designed by Hot Colors will be awarded to several of those attending who sign up at the event.

Bullrock was driven from Walker’s home on the Swain Road to its new home by Twin Rivers’ owner Alan Elliott and two employees. They used two of the company’s trucks to move the moose and other items needed to set it up at the Green.

Dixfield Police Department officer Anne Simmons-Edmunds provided an escort into town.

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February 2, 2014 · 10:42 pm

Red Rock

Red rock wasn’t on the ice when I passed it the first time. Upon returning about 15 minutes later, it was there, prominently displayed. I don’t believe there’s any way I could have missed it.

The approx. 4 foot long ice flow that I broke off with a stick at the time *wasn’t* present, even though there appeared nowhere for it to go in the meantime. The piece broke off only several feet down from the red rock.

The wife and I got a laugh out of this when I told her about this aspect of the mystery, because it instantly reminded us of the Might Boosh jingle “Ice Flow, Nowhere to Go”, which we sing on occasion to cheer ourselves up during very cold weather. Do the Bill Mtn. aliens have a heightened sense of humor as well?

Nearby frozen P Creek. Frozen peas — hmm. Almost identical in angle to the last photo from this earlier F&HE! blog post from almost a year ago.

Neighboring red barn. Red again…

In the very next blog post…

https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2013/02/25/so-2/

… Hucka D. psychically seems to hint at the manifestation of this future red rock. If so, it could also be connected to the future development of Epsi with its matching black and white rocks.

Hucka D.:

There’s two things to look for…

bb:

Land and water?

Hucka D.:

The black rocks, the white rocks. Black and white. (pause) Red.

Theory:

The Bill displaced Herbert, Alabama from Conecuh County to Butler County to be near Saucer and Forest Home. A particular geometric arrangement was even established, Fake Herbert, as we’ve been calling it, the same distance from Forest Home as Saucer. Herbert stands for Frank, as in *Frank* Park, home of Bill Mountain. We are now calling the aliens The Bill. Again: Fake Herbert, Alabama was set up by The Bill. They were indicating that Bill Mtn. is their *forest home*.

That Herbert was moved from near Paul to near Forest Home means that an attachment to author Frank Herbert and his Dune starring seer Paul Atreides has been removed, or perhaps *carried over*. This is now a Frank Park/The Bill issue. End and beginning of two, separate Cardinal Roads is also thrown in the mix. Together they stand for the beginning and end of the *middle* third of Baker’s Creek, Mississippi. They are at the 1/3 and 2/3 point of the creek from mouth (Port Gibson) to source. They emphasize *Cardinal Gibson* (Bob).

Red Rock is a summary point of Black Rocks and White Rocks, US of A. What’s black and white and red all over?

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January 6, 2014 · 8:24 am

2013 Summary 01

“Hucka D., any more on Story Room tonight? The blog keeps chugg’n chugg’n along. Need to write a 2013 year summary.”

Hucka D.:

Why don’t you do it now. We’ll have a chat about 2013.

—–

It was an amazing year. A 2 week trip to England in the summer, contact with woodsy style aliens at the first of the year. New collage series, first in 5 years (42 collages I believe!). Huge year for carrcasses, one of the best ever, best since 2007. C-8, 9 , 10 all created. Great hikes during the year, ending with the unique Sharieland information of October. Alone at my work space for most of the year, with a new co-worker quickly relocating out of my building. Dependent on student workers alone now. New database. New friction with co-worker. Then at the *very* end of the year, somehow Mythopolis mythology reared its head again after an absence of, oh, 30 years or so? So much stuff going on it’s difficult to pick a starting point. But let’s start with the beginning of the year — simple enough.

Aliens.

Bill Mtn., Frank Park became the scene of what appeared to be an open contact with “something” out in the woods. A new type of toy happening was brewing, and following the Billfork Agreement, I knew I had to use material found in these woods for the more permanent parts of it. I was rushing headlong toward an exploitation of Rust Spot and its cache of (mainly rusty) objects. But bizarre things happened, then. Prime objects were inexplicably rearranged. *Someone* seems to know what I’d be taken pictures of. *Someone* was in the woods making noises *specifically designed* to draw my attention to it. The someone who rearranged the objects and the someone in the woods — thickly bushed woods I might add here, and nowhere a proper human being would be wandering around in (save me!) — making noises to attract my attention were *the same*. So right at the first of the year we have a confounding mystery, the contact at Bill Mtn. By the way, the Bill part of Bill Mtn. doesn’t really have any connection to Billfork except in name. What *was* I being warned off about? It was almost as if the contactees were telling me that this was their stuff (thinking along the lines of Cat from Red Dwarf and his stash of shiny objects that he didn’t like people messing with), even perhaps they had their *own* Billforks and such toy happenings to make, with the objects in question already earmarked for such plans. I think this is a correct theory at its base. This contact was caused by similarity — I was coming into alignment with someone who was doing the same thing on the “other side”. Ah heck, I still haven’t quite got it.

England, Part 1: Collages

So anyway, right after the Bill Mtn. contact I decided to join Edna and Cammie in their summer trip to England. I was going to fly! I was going overseas! I had *never* flown in a plane. I’d never made it further west than Memphis, further south than Jacksonville, further north than NYC. I was not an experienced traveler. I had a *condition* (sound sensitivity). Yet here I was, staying *alone* my first week in England while the wife and best friend traipse around glorious London. The plan was for them to join me during the second week in Wiltshire, where I was based the whole trip. I’ll get to details of the trip in a moment. But almost simultaneous with this decision (mid to late Jan.) I start collages, partially inspired by my use of GoogleEarth to do some preliminary exploring. GoogleEarth Streetview oddities were found around Avebury primarily (reminding me of more recent Shining finds of a similar ilk). Collage quickly followed collage in a working style I was familiar with now through the Art 10×10. But this was my first collage work in 4 years, after creating a new series each year for the 5 years prior to that (2004-2009). And they were different style collages at the same time, rougher in composition but more flowing in story, perhaps. Eventually not 2 but three *sub* series unwound in a 2 month period from Jan. to March. I was quit absorbed with their creation at the time: Gila, Latona, and then Lis, with a topping or culminating 4 part *quad*rtich called Falmouth. In a virtual sense, the 4 parts encircled the viewer, who figuratively stands in the center of Avebury, then. This was new. It was just as akin to the “Baker Bloch in England” art work/story from 2009 as the Art 10×10 collages. Second Life had a strong influence on it; the Power Tower Gowlery developed directly alongside the series.

Second Life.

In Dec., 2012 I had what was probably my last lengthy stay on the Jeogeot continent of mainland, where I create *New* Pietmond from the ashes of the old ones (2 in number). The move of New Pietmond in name and context to the unique Sikkima sinkhole at that time signaled my return to the Heterocera continent, perhaps for good — what I mean by that is that I might be virtually based on this continent for the rest of my Second Life enmeshment. The Sikkima stay only lasted about a month and a half itself, although I would have retained that land if possible. A failed start for VWX Town on the *northern* border of the Rubi Woods for several days in May was followed by (after my return to *rainy rainy* Blue Mtn. from England the first of July) another, much longer attempt at this new style of town in July-October on the opposite side of Heterocera. Then starting near the first of Nov., I moved VWX Town to its current location in Rubi, on the *south* side of the same forest I formed it next to in May. My tier had jumped up yet another level in the meantime, to 75 dollars a month. I knew I couldn’t continue with this expense — *can’t* continue — but at the same time I realize my Rubi town is the culmination of Second Life experiences so far, a type of summing up, even. Just recently, I’ve determined that the Rubi Woods are themselves *alive* — Edwardston has even seen an impossible human-type eye within the branches of one of its eucalyptus trees recently. Presently I’m trying to determine how to downsize my Rubi existence while retaining the essence (Essence) of VWX Town. Difficult decisions to make just ahead. But for now I have all the land I purchased in Nov. Old avatars have come back to life, climbing out of their unlogged tombs. A new one has been added (Edwardston Resident). Just exciting times in Rubi for me.

Carrcasses.

As mentioned, this has also been a very good year for carrcass creation, perhaps the best since the heyday of this artform in 2006-2007. As with the Gilatona-Lis series (my composite name for the directly related Gila, Latona, and Lis series described above), the 2013 carrcasses were a little different from anything formed before in this vein. 3 primary ones were created, started before my trip to England and finished in Sep. after my return. The smallest of the 3, Carrcass-10 — also the last chronologically — has just recently been declassified by Hucka D. and me, with the work’s guts illuminated on this blog. Now I just have to figure out the story of Story Room (smiles). Partnered Carrcass-8 and 9 formed a twinned relationship, with 9 directly continuing 8. This is very similar to the continuous flow of Carrcass+0 into Carrcass-0 to start the whole audiovisual synching/carrcass process in 2007. But *here* we have the addition of Carrcass-10, which can be inserted either in the *middle* of the 2, or at their end. Add in an overture created in Jan. actually (directly about contact with aliens appropriately!) and the whole rises to Carrcass+2 proportions (2006), and I consider Carrcass+2 to be the best one I’ve been able to tape, and probably one of the best two overall along with the unfilmed Carrcass+1 (2007). So we’re talking about some important work for me here. And The Shining research I’ve been involved in recently directly stems from Carrcass-10, as I’ve been trying to explain on the blog the last several days. Work on The Shining will continue into the new year, apparently.

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December 28, 2013 · 2:11 am

Out and about

Picture of a Sharieland rock from November, just north of Head Line.

An upright picture Edna and I came home to after work one day. I don’t think the cats could have set this up, not having opposable thumbs and all. In googling my old schoolmate whose picture is involved, found out her mother died the same day as another schoolmate’s father who I also had a picture of in the same pack. Later I identified this trickery with The Mad, Merry Pranks of Uncle Joe and Aunt Zoe, coming soon to a bookstore near you.

De-energized Supersity sacred hoop, also recently mentioned here in the Frank and Herman, Einstein! Blog.

A couple of days ago I also re-visited Falmouth in Frank Park.

Meanwhile at Whitehead Crossing in the same park, reincarnated Uncle Joe and Aunt Zoe, now half bee/ half human twins themselves, lead a new gang of toy avatars to the town’s south entrance. Name? The Strange Gang, I believe.

Lazy Sideburn Man — or perhaps it is his twin sister Daisy — desires entrance as well. He wishes to be glued together for resurrection. Although he appears joined up from his former dismemberment at Heart Lake, it’s only the coordinated pushings and shovings of the accompanying ninjas that create this illusion. If they relaxed these efforts, he’d fall to pieces.

Albino Turtle has heard about her larger cousin Green Turtle of the town and wishes to meet up. Her closest companion Satan Eyes has other plans. Shine Devil sticks close to him, not wanting to let a mortal enemy out of his sight. Chipper “Chippy” Chimpmunch is on the lookout for friendly squirrels. Zoe waves merrily to a wind blown oak leaf. Much more could be said here.