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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/

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April 10, 2015 · 4:28 pm

Genes 03

—–

“Well….? What did you and Chuck talk about?!”

bb:

Hi Hucka D. Well, we talked about the diagonal, starting at Constantinople. The diagonal in W4N1. I told him that’s how Story Room made their grand entrance into the world of carrcasses, [in] +3 to be exact.

Hucka D.:

You and he became one within that loop. Great! You told him about synchronicity wedged between intent and chance, starting in Dark Side of the Rainbow. That’s where it all starts. That’s where it will always start.

bb:

Yes. DSOTR isn’t chance and it isn’t intent. Not at the core. That leaves synchronicity. That’s the seed. Then the seed sprouts and turns into SID’s 1st Oz. I told him about ~~Bunny Boy~~ “What’s Up Doc?” How perhaps the strangest thing of all is that 8 songs were left from the album after I scoured it for ~~synchs~~ matches in the, let’s see, 4 previous synchs, starting with, um we call that one… hafta check…

https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/01/06/c-10-02/

Looks like I decided to call it “Black Man”. That’s the ending track to What’s Up Doc? And that table in [the] “C-10” [post] is that of Carrcass-10.*

Hucka D.:

Did you actually get to watch Carrcass-10? With Chuck I mean?

bb:

Well, we drove out to Frank Park to walk the loop. I should say that although this visit by Chuck of Story Room was similar to that of Roger Pine Ridge, it was channeled from the future this time to make safe.

Hucka D.:

9 months as I understand. Too early. Too soon. But good for safety, yes. Chuck didn’t hit you over the head with a beer bottle in this imaginary channeling session I’m assuming (laughs).

bb:

No. Not this time [around]. He was very cordial as you can imagine, and showed great interest in what I was saying. I was trying to tell him that his work — and I emphasized the later stuff here, like “What’s Up Doc?” — would stand the test of time. This is [the information that] the synchronicities provided me.

Hucka D.:

And your synchronicities, your carrcasses, would [stand the test of time] as well.

bb:

I suppose so, Hucka D. After all, the synchronicities are dependant on the musical and video sources. They have to stand the test of time hand in hand or it doesn’t work. They must go together.

Hucka D.:

So The Shining, “What’s Up Doc?”, and Carrcass-10 all walk together down the road of time.

bb:

I guess so.

Hucka D.:

But he also urged you to [re-]become a composer yourself. He said you are not him, and that you must make your own path.

bb:

True, we shared the loop, walking around and around again and chatting. He said he thought “What’s Up Doc?’ contained a special energy as well. A rekindling of the peak of the golden days. I told him I thought “What’s Up Doc?” was about as strong as “Strange Creek” from 1978. He seemed pleased.

Hucka D.:

No one likes to hear their glory days are far behind them. True that was [the peak of] their classic period. But you can have several peaks. The carrcasses themselves now have several peaks. And the peaks are the same [between the carrcasses or synchronicities and the Story Room albums in question]. That’s the really cool part. At some point…

bb:

The Diagonal…

Hucka D.:

The two flows latched onto each other. They cannot be separated in time/space. They have intertwined, intermingled. They walk a loop together. But they are not the same.

bb:

I’m trying to remember what else we talked about… took a while to explain the audiovisual synchronicities.

Hucka D.:

Did he accept that “What’s Up Doc?” was composed with Carrcass-10 in the background — The Shining?

bb:

Maybe.

Hucka D.:

He didn’t follow you up the hill. To Priorsburg?

bb:

No. We stopped walking the loop and got back in the car to go home. He had to leave the next day.

Hucka D.:

You watched synchronicities that night?

bb:

We watched “What’s Up Doc?” The videos.

—–

* I got confused here and didn’t finish my train of thought. I was attempting to explain to Chuck that 7 of the remaining 8 (of 19 total) tracks of What’s Up Doc?, the ones I had left over after the mentioned “scouring”, were then employed in Carrcass-10. And they fit *perfectly* each and every one. No holes. “How could this be?” I asked Chuck as we continued to pace around the loop. We were nearing the bridge across the creek that led from the mostly drained pond. I later counted the rungs: 19 total.

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April 9, 2015 · 6:27 am

Gene Fade’s Mtn.

Below we have a shot of Supersity, currently with a winnebago perched on top where its Super Hoop use to be. I can’t return to these rocks until the “squatters” leave. But that’s okay — I have my pictures. And it’s slightly outside Frank Park anyway.

But the 80 post fence art *still stands* on the north side of neighboring Gene Fade Mtn.. Coolie! I suppose passing hikers keep this up, because the rocks are more numerous now than ever on this 80th and last post. Original *post* on this subject here. LINK.

I believe this is an apple tree, with an open arch at its base.

Rock cliff overlooking the Trident Stream region to the west just off the same trail with the 80 post art piece. Granddaddy Mtn. looms in the distance.

Interesting, fairy-like base of another tree. This could be in the location Hucka D. has called Priorsburg, where a direct ancestor of Gene Fade use to live (“Gene Prior”). I don’t think Gene Fade himself has visited the place, however. Could be wrong. This Priorsburg is on the west side of Gene Fade’s Mountain. Gene himself was born on the east side, at Jupiter Rock. But again all this history isn’t quite nailed down yet. Several new developments have come about on the mountain recently, including “Chuck’s Loop.”

The Weaving Place revisited. I don’t recall this twinned tree at its center…

… nor these similarly twinned rocks. More on all this soon, I’m guessing.

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April 8, 2015 · 8:13 am

Return of the WIS Map

https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2013/03/29/return-to-the-wis-map/

This mysterious WIS center that all Frank and Herman Parks seem to revolve around is obviously Red Head in a way, in a manner.

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April 8, 2015 · 7:30 am

Red Head Again

On one of Green Stream’s rocky beaches just below Red Head proper, I found a piece of blue glass. I decided to take a picture because a similar shard of glass was found just downstream on the upper limits of Whitehead Crossing several years back. Comparison picture here. LINK Since water doesn’t flow backwards I’m going to assume it’s not the same piece of glass. Could be from the same bottle, etc., obviously.

Red Head’s shallow but substantial pool, once more. Must get a name for it. Shallow Pool isn’t good enough.

Partially moss covered rock at the top of the cascades region, near the biggest rock. Again — names.

A newly discovered, larger rock on this great day of hiking, in a general uphill direction from the rock pictured above. It’s large enough to have its own type of microcosm on top, as I tried to capture a bit in the second photo below.

A smaller rock beside it with slates of rock on top. Looks like they were almost laid out there in a purposeful manner.

The top cascade, once more.

Interesting stack of tree trunks that can be seen from parts of Red Head — a landmark.

A Red Head side stream in its lower part. I believe this flows directly into that shallow pool mentioned above.

Heading uphill and out of Red Head, I came across this animal skull of presently unknown species. I’ll have to take a better picture when there’s more light, and compare with online resources.

A more interesting rock on the slowly developing path back. I’m not sure I’ll enter Red Head enough to make a stable trail, but, then again, there’s only one feasible way in basically and it goes through here.

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April 6, 2015 · 7:10 am

Frank Park Music

Inability to weave Bee Line at the Weaving Spot on Gene Fade’s Mtn. parallels inability to score music — 5 lines in each weaving as it were.

This may be why Gene Fade left Jupiter Rock and his parents and his namesake mountain. Inability.

Possible rectification: Artie J. Spongeberg & CHRO.

Study nearby Supersity again and the Supersity Wheel, now dismantled. Another rock art piece, like the 80 post Fence Art on the same mountain. CORRECTION: Actually in looking at a topo map of the area in question I don’t think we can say that Supersity is on Gene Fade’s Mtn. It instead lies on a separate ridge to the north and west of this mountain. Supersity, although still perhaps a former Mossman city, remains basically separate from the art activities on the mountain, then.

But at the same time, the Supersity Wheel seems intimately connected with the 80 post fence art on the neighboring mtn. Proximity counts in this case.

Gene Fade’s parents thought of TILE and related CHRO as jokes. Religious and artistic and musical guffaws, led by a laughing mad jester (Spongeberg). Gene studied TILE/CHRO in Notherton with /Spongeberg/. Pineapple. Easter Island rock. Rebirth.

“It wasn’t Notherton, however. It was *Whitehead Crossing itself*.”

bb:

Thanks Hucka D. Happy Easter.

Hucka D.:

Thank you. Same to you. Nice drive you had today. You visited Mars I heard, both Hill and Hall versions.

bb:

More Hall than Hill. And also: Dead Center Hill, speaking of hill.

Hucka D.:

Yes. What did you think of it?

bb:

Well, I came away less… well, not sure actually. It is obviously still a center. A power site to be dealt with in the future. Edna was not impressed with the junk hole.

Hucka D.:

Would you be[ in her shoes]?

bb:

Suppose not. Maybe.

—–

So Gene Fade met Spongeberg in Whitehead X-ing.

Hucka D.:

No. Notherton.

bb:

You just said…

Hucka D.:

I cannot reveal all at once. You must take bits and pieces. You now know that Gene was running away from a traditional musical career. Probably went to school in Notherton, but had to move away from home Jupiter Rock in the process. Ran a cappery, yes. But probably just worked there — in the *mall* [like I, baker b., worked in a mall in my 20s]. Fade liked Notherton. It was about the size of your Middletown. It may have even been called Middletown [at one time].

bb:

Unlikely, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Not necessarily.

bb:

So the 80 post fence art is correct music, scored out. And it directly parallels the beginning of this Frank and Herman Einstein blog and the original 80 posts of it.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Music is blog.

bb:

That’s a solid beginning. Followed up by the Supersity Wheel or Hoop.

Hucka D.:

It was actually Future City above Supersity. Planned but not[ activated].

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April 4, 2015 · 8:44 am

Zebra 01

Hucka D.:

Another concept you wanted to *broach* today was the idea of Zebra Station. It was real (!). At the mouth of Concreek as you’ve guessed. Based upon Head Trip. Black and white[ like a Zebra]. It was a computer, like [the Pope Project]. Pretty Bunnies was about the computer as well. Good work!

bb:

Thanks, Hucka D. But the clues were there in the landscape. Korean Channel… Porkchop Rock. Silverberg.

Hucka D. (repeating):

Head Trip is a computer. Study Concreek, then. The Past.

—–

Boxy Brown’s chosen backdrop!

And he’s just a head ta boot.

—–

“Head Trip” goes beyond “Billfork”. The Korean Channel and its Whitehead X-ing, etc., goes beyond TILE Creek and Billfork and such. This is where it all went down[ in the past/present/future]. What time are it?”

bb:

Boxy?

“Drink Lake is where it all happened. That’s the true Head Trip baker b. Drink is a computer. Real. Really real. Jennifer. Smoke that in your pipe and stuff it.”

bb:

And then this would be Drink, Boxy Brown’s opposite I’m assuming.

Drink:

Like Newton and Jasper. He ho.

Hucka D. (interrupting the flow):

We can’t talk much about this tonight.

bb:

I can’t take the focus off Drink Lake and put it squarely on Whitehead Crossing and the Korean Channel.

Hucka D.:

That’s about it (!). And: your choice. No real harm done either way. Black and white[ once more].

bb:

Thanks.

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