Category Archives: Arkansas

directions

“Sometimes I don’t know where the blues begin and end, Esmerelda.”

Remaining silent, she stares out at the rocking and rolling boats as well. He’s obviously concerned about the waxing and waning Oesso logo on his chest, she thinks. Instability! The threat of re-absorption into the machinery. But she knows it also probably won’t happen. This was a test, after all. “Do that thing you do to the gas emblem,” requested the head honcho with her all white eyes spanning the universe itself but in a bad way. “See what happens; see if he has any weakness that we can exploit.” Nothing of significance spotted so far. He seems destined to leave again. “We can’t trap him,” she imagines saying to a displeased Mid-Hazel, dreading the rest of the day.

The Oesso logo remains stable now. He returns his attention to the table and the map upon it. “Any-way. Here it is, what you witches have been looking for. Mountainsburg to the west, Formosa — the LOST island — kind of to the north, Kate to the east. And a Little Rock in the middle, just enough to eventually get us out of New York Orleans.” He then looks at the Cat-Witch’s colorful wafer cookies just beyond, wondering why the south pales in comparison. Further away than the rest from his angle? A symbol of Oesso itself? *Cat-Witch* is to the south, he reminds himself. The whole lot of ’em.

Esmerelda studies the map of Arkansas carefully, looking at the handwritten parts. Peter Oesso can’t cheat at this game because he doesn’t know how — yet. Best to strike a deal early before his presumptive ascent. “Sold,” she says. “You can have the girl.”

“Great.” He stares out again. “Now can you make at least *one* of these boats stop rocking so I can get the heck out of here??”

Leave a comment

Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0020, 0206, Arkansas, Heartsdale^^

Our US

“Do you think Yoko Ona will make it back to the motel, David A.B.?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he waved it off. “SEAN’s here now.”

—–

“And Arkansas right in the middle of things,” a studying SEAN “Green” Penn utters within a secret room behind the motel desk. Clerk Sarah McDooglehan didn’t mind. Since she was a dummy through and through. She’ll come to life soon enough as Yoko’s Cindy A., designer of planes and then murderous rockets. Enough to get the job done. The shot hit both Pipersville and Sink X at once — right in the middle. Just like Arkansas. And Missouri: 1/2 and 1/2.

“Check this out, Green,” spoke Blue from a table also in the room. “Martin Allen. Just like in Floyd County, Kentucky.”

“And Bennett County, SD. And NE. And MS. But everyone knows that has to do with poles. Polar explorers. Like Richard Byrd, except different.”

Jack Blue looked over. She was glad she decided to bring SEAN “Green” Penn back into the picture. Needed tangents. Like Peppi outside. She knew this was a Diamond of a case.

(to be continued)

Leave a comment

Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0020, 0107, Arkansas, Heartsdale^^, Missouri

roles

“Well, go ahead and read me my A B C’s or 1 2 3’s or whatever. We’ll head down to the station, then, and see who’s who and what’s not.”

“Break it off, Kevin,” spoke Jenny, out of her role as Heartsdale police officer Candy Candle Cane. Because she’s always on fire. “Big Black Smoke is out of room 03 again.”

“Uuhhh. I don’t care.”

“Shhhhh.”

—–

You have to go back, Jack. Blue is Pink and Pink is Blue. They’re calling for you.”

“Then I will take your name with me to remember you by, um, Precious. Jack Blue I am from now on.”

“Ingratiate yourself with Green, Brown. They will guide you. Leave Olive alone,” she warned.

They switched places and he ate her cake too.

—–

“Jack Blue, huh? You don’t *look* like a Jack. You’re certainly blue, though.”

“And you’re Green,” Jack Blue quickly followed.

“Pink is dead.” SEAN “Green” Penn’s head hung low, remembering the day he heard like it was yesterday even though it was 5 years ago. Now he was in Little Rock, Arkansas but certainly with a bit of the (New Orleans) blues left. And now a Blue itself shows up. Himself, herself. Something.

“I know,” Jack Blue tries to console, also thinking about Brown. Plans gone awry! “Let’s turn our attention back to the map and the next step.”

Green wipes his eyes and tries to focus. It all comes into place eventually. The Big Picture.

Leave a comment

Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0020, 0106, Arkansas, Ashenlave, Corsica^^, Heartsdale^^, New Island^

name

After the successful gig, SEAN “Green” Penn and The Mann, owner of New Orleans Blues Little Rock for the moment, got as close to the pool table and the spread out map of Arkansas upon it as play would allow. They mapped out a strategy.

“I say we head for Formosa next, you know, the LOST island. Right up here.” The Mann pointed a little north of Little Rock, or as close as his pointing finger could get.

“How about Mountainburg?” SEAN countered, indicating west. “In the mountains–”

“Ozark, I know. Too dangerous,” The Mann opined. “Too many moonshiners. They’ll want us to stay more and that’ll be it. *Stuck*.” He sticks his finger on the pool table, like it’s glued there. He leaves it for about 3 seconds before removing to enhance the Elmer effect.

“What about Kate?” SEAN then spoke.

“What *about* Kate?” The Mann quickly followed, looking at SEAN’s eastward pointing finger this time. Close to the Mississippi River and Mississippi state leading to New Orleans. Can’t take the chance there either. Current could take them. He told this to SEAN.

“Well…” he said, heaving a resigned sigh. “Better just stay here a spell, then. This (he waves his arms around) Little Rock.”

“We could increase the Rock. Make it bigger. Would that help?”

Would it help? SEAN didn’t know right off.

1 Comment

Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0019, 0107, Arkansas, Ashenlave, Corsica^^

Hand of Opp.

If odd, crazy things become consistently common…

… well, I think you know what I’m getting at here (odd crazy things turn into common ordinary things). Like this image I found while googling “‘Baxter County’ Arkansas map” just a minute ago, before logging in here. It was in the 5th row of hits, about 29 images down. But it stuck out, you see, because of my recent mentions of Hand in relation to this county…. LINK

A very odd picture — it represents an upside down map of the county since the Missouri state line is to the south instead of the north where it should be. Here’s the web site it’s from:

http://ozarkshistory.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html

Leave a comment

Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0013, 0209, Arkansas

Yesterday on Farcebook…







Leave a comment

Filed under Arkansas, Missouri

5×5 02

Leave a comment

Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0609, Arkansas, Heterocera^^, MAPS, Rubi^

MORE AFTERWARDS…

snapshot8750_005

… Old Mabel finds out more about Roostre in returning to the Blue Feather Table Room. A *lot* more. She didn’t uncover the crucial Q109-R110 link, which Robot Steve would tell her about later on in a dream. But she, for instance, learned the origin of the name Muff-Bermingham. She thought back to the opening in Corsica that allowed Snowmanster to escape a firey death at the hands of Jerome T. Newton. It was all starting to add up. To something.

—-

EVEN MORE AFTERWARDS…

… “ARE YOU HAPPY?” Steve boomed down at her, still holding the poor clockwork ballerina in his metal claw. “I AM.”

snapshot8750_009

green-cube-smiley-happy-thumb10638827

birta

Leave a comment

Filed under **VIRTUAL, Arkansas, Heterocera^^, Rubi^

Pope Gabriel Solo (Peter)

popecountyar01
Arkansas

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solsbury_Hill_%28song%29

“Solsbury Hill” is a song by English musician Peter Gabriel about a spiritual experience atop Solsbury Hill in Somerset, England. Gabriel wrote the song after his departure from the progressive rock band Genesis, of which he had been the lead singer since its inception. The song was his debut single. The single was a Top 20 hit in the UK and reached #68 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in 1977.[1] The song has often been used in film trailers for romantic comedies.[2]

Gabriel has said of the song’s meaning, “It’s about being prepared to lose what you have for what you might get… It’s about letting go.”[3] Former bandmate Tony Banks acknowledges that the song reflects Gabriel’s decision to break ties with Genesis, but it can be also applied in a broader sense.

peter-gabriel-solsbury-hill-virgin-2

Leave a comment

Filed under **VIRTUAL, Arkansas, Heterocera^^, MAPS, Rubi^

Herman\

What sticks out from this list?

herman01

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.

fisher01

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.

222116_1243754459395_416_300
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?

dickeyville01

Hucka D.:

On course.

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

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

Leave a comment

Filed under Arkansas, Frank Park, Indiana, MAPS, Whitehead Crossing, Wisconsin