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prisoner of the moment

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Black people. Just like me. But then: “Whiteyes”. Ice Cream Eyes?

She looks at the watch that she’s not wearing. Time to meet Grassy over at the Blue Feather Table Room.

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Hucka Doobie kept staring at the map and adding information. “Karon above Lapara, Grassy. And Cadiz is nearby too.”

“A ‘Z’ is kind of an ‘N’ turned on its side,” offered his old friend sitting beside him. His old *nemesis*. But that was long, long ago and far, far away. In a different universe, really.

“You’re right Grassy Noll!” She rotates it in his mind. “Karoz’s ‘N’ must have been turned into a ‘Z’. It’s not lost, merely sideways!”

“Visa versa.”

“What’s that?”

“Visa versa,” Grassy repeated. “Reverse the ‘N’ with the ‘Z’.”

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Eddie Bruce

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Bill Bixby as “Mr. Eddie’s Father”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Courtship_of_Eddie’s_Father

Eddie wants a new mother. To that end, he cleverly manipulates his father’s relationships with women, sometimes even trying to set his father up to fall for women Eddie knows and likes first.

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Falls County, Texas (Bruceville-Eddy)

Bixby went on to star as David “Bruce” Banner in The Incredible Hulk (1977-1982).

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Another (unmerged) Eddy in IN near Oliver Lake

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Eddie Albert as Mr. Oliver Wendall Douglas

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T is for Thornberry

TEXT SOON.

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Bigfoot Thoughts

Then of course there are the Mossmen…

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… and Mmmmmmm’s, the original toy avatars I suppose you could call them. Both first appeared in the Jonesborough Toy Happening of 2008, the base event for the whole toy avatar phenomenon.

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Hucka D.:

The Mmmmmmm’s came from Mythos, specifically Edwardston. You’ve figured that out, haven’t you?

bb:

Maybe. So it’s backwards from what Grassy wanted to do: fly the First Goodmobile (Firstmobile) to Edwardston and Mythos. The [Firstmobile] actually *comes* from Edwardston. Makes sense.

Hucka D.:

Sense it makes. They are the last living toy avatars in Mythos, after everyone else is gone, let’s say. But maybe they really come from Whitehead Crossing and its own Edwardston and Green Turtle and such. It remains a maze[ of meaning].

bb:

I haven’t figured out exactly what Whitehead Crossing is. I’ve been so focused on Blue Mountain and Bigfoot and Rediscovery this summer and, so far, fall.

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Hucka D.:

It will all even out.

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So Hucka D. had to buzz off to unknown destinations. Mentioned something about Burger King at Point-0, actually. Back to explaining Mossmen. So the purchasing of the first mossman, or the only mossman I still have, follows the pattern of other toy avatars such as Billy J. Thornberry (Billy Bob or B. Thornberry now?), because it cost me a dollar or less. The purchase took place about 25 years back at a Big Lots in this case, and I recall there was a whole wall of mossmen for sale. Shame I didn’t buy more at the time. Thus the source of the expression “there’s a big lot of ’em” sometimes spoken in my blogs concerning the creatures.

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Hucka D. is morse coding me from Burger King now. We have more information on the actor who’s slowly but surely becoming as much a star as mmmmmm Grassy Noll and mossman Gene Fade before him. Toy avatar thespian Billy *Bob* Thornberry hails from Henrietta, Texas, with a brother or father named Charlie who runs — hold on — a company called Zigzag, which is a, um, buyer of peanuts? No: pumpkins. Pumpkins or peanuts — maybe pumpkin seeds. Hucka D. remains unsure.*

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And a brother or son named Dean who sometimes dresses up as Jolly old St. Nick on Labor Day and as a, er, turkey — *not* a pumpkin, Hucka D. is reinforcing — on Halloween. Interesting.

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Located further away are cousins Joy, Shannon, and Jimbob, with the latter some kind of softball oddball twin to Billy Bob and who once played 4th base for the Montreal Penguins womens’ oddball softball team. I think that means he was the catcher.

Then there was mother/sister/daughter Henrietta whose story will have to wait. End transmission.

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Jimbob caught pretending to be second cousin Dean robbing the Thornberry’s house on Labor Day.

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* In checking the region of Charlie, Texas, there is a large *pecan* farm (and Wicked Andy’s Insane Acres Haunted House!). Maybe that’s what Hucka D. was trying to interpret.

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Zooming further out in GoogleEarth, we get this interesting moire effect from the bordering, square shaped plot. More signals?

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Additional interesting sites from GoogleEarth in Charlie:

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http://www.earthimmigrant.net/minipeter/meet.html

http://www.earthimmigrant.net/minipeter/adventures/minimozo.html

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Bigfoot 01

100 Foot Swamp:

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8/31/15:

100 Foot Swamp has been renamed Bigfoot Swamp, a natural transition (it has a “big” feet of length). The projected town or “toy happening” around it becomes Bigfoot then, most likely, with a center near the northern part of the marsh, where a feeder stream enters it via an uphill pipe.

The only US population place named Bigfoot presently is in Frio County, Texas. The general area of this village has already been seen in a map displayed on this blog from May 2014 called “Strange 01″…

https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/05/15/strange-01/

There I discuss the conjunction of two towns in Medina County to the immediate north of Frio, or Noonan and Devine. Glenn Strange plays the bartendeer Sam Noonan in the long running western seris Gunsmoke featuring James Arness and sheriff Matt Dillon, an icon for our time. The town Noonan in Texas is one of only 2 in our US of A, the other being in Divide County ND and near a *Strange* Siding. Noonan and Strange conjoined again. Near Noonan Texas is a city called Devine. There are only two pop. places of that name as well, with the other being in Colorado near a Vineland, and itself having a variant name of Vineland according to the GNIS database.

Notice several things here in addition to the stuff I outline in the “Strange 01” post: Divide (County, ND) is almost an anagram of Devine. I now work with a guy named Devine, who is sort of my boss as I perceive him. He cryptically emailed me several times on the weekend I discovered the Bigfoot Swamp. Now I find the only US Bigfoot conjoined with the only incorporated US Devine, and the only one of any significance. Bigfoot Swamp, a natural area bordering the Blue Mountain Urban Landscape and what could be considered a direct extension of it (that’s how I view it anyway), can stand for the event *furthest* away from this Urban Landscape in the Blue Mountain area, or the encounter with a Bigfoot like creature in the furthest recesses of Frank and Herman Park the winter of 2012/2013. This is an encounter with a completely *alien* culture, seemingly, and as far away from humanity as you can get. It is non-human. It creates not stuff we humans consider normal, like roads and houses and malls and hospitals and HugeMarts. So the near Bigfoot (Alpha) overlaps the far Bigfoot (Omega), and perhaps in ways I cannot understand yet (involving Devine?).

On the below map we see the close conjunction of Noonan, Devine and Bigfoot in Texas, with the word Devine strangely absent on the map despite being a town of significant size. Represents the soon absence of the other Devine? Maybe. If so, what name will take its place? Is that written out in maps as well?

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Bigfoot, Texas:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bigfoot,_Texas

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map happenings 02

cub: 1 of 1:

As a tigress whose cub had been threatened would she appear, coming out of the shadows, stealing noiselessly along and holding the long wicked scissors in her hand.

Winesap-Cub Run (Kessinger), KY. Centerpoint? Hucka D.?

To complete the pseudo-triangle: Scissors-Run, TX. “Don’t run with scissors.”

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And to remind, only other “scissors” is in same Winesap story, helping to identify the 1st three stories of the book as rock, paper, scissors (Story Room?). Rock in Kansas next to Wilmot and in Cowley County obviously is the 1st story now, as Wilmot identifies a character in the last story and Cowley identifies the writer of an important introduction to the book (introduction between last and first stories, if end is seen as looping back into beginning in an urobouros situation). Udall next to Rock and Wilmot also seems important. Identifies, for one thing, the *whole of America*, and perhaps represents the *whole of Winesap* (end to beginning) in same function. Clever huh? We know Winfield from the same county, which is the seat, is another way of saying “Winesap”. Win(n)field-Atlanta is something we haven’t brought up yet in this blog. Hope Hucka D. doesn’t stop me here.

We also know Udall is a False Winner.

GNIRPS has considerable more stuff on Cubs. Chicago Cubs specifically. Town rival (south to north) Chicago White Sox (from White Stockings) has recently been angled into our story from an unrelated direction. Chicago is our Second City. Cubs even use to be called White Stockings for a short time in the 1800s.

5 mentions of Chicago in Winesap. 2 in the 4th story concerning Doc Parcival (this would be just beyond the 3rd with the only mention of “cub”), 2 in the 8th story concerning Alice Hindman, and then the last one comes from the last story concerning Willard himself and his Departure from Winesap. Here they are in story order, then:

He came from Chicago and when he arrived was drunk and got into a fight with Albert Longworth, the baggageman.

In Chicago there was a Doctor Cronin who was murdered.

The young newspaper man did not succeed in getting a place on a Cleveland paper and went west to Chicago.

In Chicago he boarded at a house where there were several women.

His train runs from Cleveland to where it connects with a great trunk line railroad with terminals in Chicago and New York.

There’s 1 US Cronin, and in one of the 5 Anderson Counties.

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Tiny Cronin is near something called the Anderson-Faulkenberry slayings site on this map.

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Word Faulkner is included in Faulkenberry. W. Faulkner could be said to slay S. Anderson in an Oedipal way (son kills/usurps father). Just saying.

http://www.forttours.com/pages/andersonfaulk.asp

On January 28, 1837, six rangers, eighteen-year-old Abram Anglin, David Faulkenberry, Evan Faulkenberry, Benjamin W. Douthit, James Hunter, and Columbus Anderson, had left the fort to search for strayed hogs in the Trinity River bottom. Finding some of them, Hunter and Douthit were sent back to Fort Houston to fetch a canoe.

In their absence, the other four were attacked by a band of Indians on the Trinity River at a point known as Bonner’s Ferry. Anderson was mortally wounded, although he managed to swim the river and crawl two miles before dying. David Faulkenberry, severely wounded, also swam the river and crawled about two- hundred yards away before succumbing to his wounds. The Indians later claimed that David’s son, Evan Faulkenberry, fought like a wild man, killing two Indians and wounding a third. Severely wounded and already scalped, he was said to have jerked from his captives’ grasp and swum halfway across the Trinity before dying. The fourth man, Abram Anglin, although hit by a bullet in the thigh, managed to swim the river and escape on horseback with James Hunter, one of the two men who had returned from Fort Houston in time to witness the Indian attack.

The 3 that died were Columbus Anderson, David Faulkenberry, and his son Evan Faulkenberry. All swam the river or attempted to, leaving Anderson County and entering the next county west in doing so or attempting to do so. Anderson swam the river and died 2 miles beyond. Faulkenberry the father swam the river and died 200 yards beyond. Faulkenberry the son swam about halfway into the river and died before making it to the opposite shore. The 4th man involved (Abram Anglin) swam the river and managed to escape.

Btw, Anderson County is not named for Columbus but for a guy named Kenneth Anderson, former v.p. of the Republic of Texas, a service then in the future for the Anderson-Faulkenberry victims.

What if this is more than it appears on the surface, somehow tied to the future Anderson-Faulkner relationship? Anglin — angling? (fishing?).

Speaking of which, let’s return to Winesap and “fish” again. Only 2 “fisher”s, but 5 “fish”. 1 of these fish stands alone (“fish”), and is in the same sentence as 1 of the 2 Winesap fishers or fishermen, let’s say. That one was caught but then let go back into the stream or brook from which it came. 2 of the “fish” are part of “fisher”s (obviously). The remaining 2 “fish” (that got away or weren’t caught?) are in the last story again, which also contains the last of 5 “Chicago”s. I’ve cited them before but here they are once more. They both make part of the word “fishing”.

In the fall and spring he spends his Sundays fishing in Lake Erie.

In the smoking car there was a man who had just invited Tom to go on a fishing trip to Sandusky Bay.

Recreational escape (different type of Departure) to Lake Erie in the direction of Sandusky Bay may be implied. Where could this take us?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mouse_Island_%28Ohio%29

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What could we be fishing for, ultimately?

And guess what? One of only 2 Longworth pplaces is in Fisher County, Texas (other is in remote area of Minnesota). That’s the other proper name mentioned in Winesap sentences containing Chicago. And that’s the only US Fisher County. Peculiar still?

(to be continued)

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map stuff more 01

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Daniel conj. Day in Maryland obviously refers to Daniel Day-Lewis, but the Lewis most referenced may be this one. We don’t know.

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Lewis from the Drew Carey Show. Coded in Arkansas. Drew County (Drew, Lewis, *Line* — maybe Lineboro MD is associable here).

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Drew Carey is a famous registered Hollywood Republican.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/40-celebrities-who-are-republicans

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NC Republican map

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Daniel Day in the middle now.

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There will be Blood I suppose.

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Bertie County again.

http://www.newsobserver.com/2012/05/01/2041723/north-carolina-and-british-researchers.html

Next up: Atlanta?

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(to be continued)

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November 16, 2014 · 7:35 am

more map stuff 02

“Back to Wick/ or Wicke/.”

Hucka D.:

Absolutely.

bb:

Two examples in the magic book. Here’s the sentences now for the reader or readers that I promised before.

Hucka D.:

Certainly.

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http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/416/pg416.txt

As a tigress whose cub had been
threatened would she appear, coming out of the shadows,
stealing noiselessly along and holding the long wicked
scissors in her hand.

Also he had a long
yellow mustache that dropped down over his teeth, and
always carried a heavy, wicked-looking walking stick in
his hand.

“Try it youself at home.”

Hucka D.:

Might as well give them the other one.

bb:

Stand back.

With a kind of wriggle, like a fish
returned to the brook by the fisherman, Biddlebaum the
silent began to talk, striving to put into words the
ideas that had been accumulated by his mind during long
years of silence.

Then he said that she was
a wind, a strong terrible wind, coming out of the
darkness of a stormy sea and that he was a boat left on
the shore of the sea by a fisherman.

Hucka D.:

*There*. That wasn’t so hard (!).

bb:

No.

Hucka D.:

And now the other one or two of your readers will know the magic book and the top part of its secrets. They’re even with you — us — now. Return to Sam Parr State Park Lake.

bb:

Okay, in a minute. And just following up on the above, see that scissors is another one of of those two-fers.

Going to a cloth bag that hung on a
nail by the wall she took out a long pair of sewing
scissors and held them in her hand like a dagger.

As a tigress whose cub had been
threatened would she appear, coming out of the shadows,
stealing noiselessly along and holding the long wicked
scissors in her hand.

Hucka D.:

We’ve seen her name before. Can you check for me? We’ll put the lake to one side for now… progressing…

bb:

Could be connected to Elizabeth next to Norfolk Lake in Ark. and its Hand. Elizabeth holds the [sewing] scissors in her hand, like a dagger. long wicked scissors.

Hucka D.:

Not the one I was thinking about, though.

bb:

No.

Hucka D.:

But it is near Heart[ Arkansas] as well.

bb:

Yes.

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bb:

Well, not finding it.

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“Don’t [put] Run with Scissors, I suppose. I remember that before through Donna.”

Hucka D.:

A Candidate could run with scissors and have no fear.

bb: (checking)

Only Run, Hucka D.

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No Paper, Hucka D., per se. Lots of Rocks, including one in Cowley County, Kansas near Winfield. But we do have the story Paper Pills within.

bb:

Mother, the third, contains the 2 scissors I see. She doesn’t run with them. 2nd story [] is about paper. First story must be about Rock, then.

Hucka D.:

You better end.

bb:

Thanks.

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(to be continued)

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Pancake, etc.

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Laboratory, Penn., an unusual name in itself and now connected to the “Beaman’s Laboratory” in Falmouth’s “Beamen” college, has an unusual variant name in Pancake. To remind, this Laboratory (there’s 1 other pp in US with this name, near Lincolnton, NC) was uncovered due to another listed variant name of Marlinsburg.

Of the 3 other US Pancakes, one exists in Centre County, Penn., a place name also mentioned recently (LINK).

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

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/From_the_Ashes:_The_Life_and_Times_of_Tick_Hall

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Very cool Cavett-Tick Hall synchronicity…

http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/09/11/strange-dear-but-true-dear/comment-page-8/?_r=0

I quote in full:

Strange, Dear, but True, Dear
By Dick Cavett
September 11, 2009 9:30 pmSeptember 11, 2009 9:30 pm

We were living in an ice-house that winter.

(That sentence is not about a power failure, but is the result of my favorite high school English teacher in Nebraska, Esther Montgomery, who advocated trying for an arresting opening sentence in writing a story. I hope you are arrested.)

I could as easily have begun with, “It was an ice-house; and it had been inhabited by Franklin D. Roosevelt.”

Clarification: My wife and I had been offered a place to go on winter weekends to recover from the weekly grind of taping five 90-minute shows in four days on ABC. It was, in fact, a former ice-house on the property of a majestic old manse in, I think it was, Stockbridge, N.Y. Its walls were at least a solid foot thick and it belonged to the eminent Canadian actor Donald Davis, abroad for the winter. He had fixed it up into a cozy dwelling, surrounded by woods. Memories of older neighbors confirmed F.D.R.’s having used it as a sometime retreat for himself and a lady friend. (Unfortunately, the walls could not talk.)

You are about to have your credulity strained, on a topic in line with an earlier column. One that caused readers to send their own similarly bizarre incidents.

It was a bright winter Saturday morning and I’d gone into the small town to get the paper. Not having done this before, I realized in returning that I hadn’t paid attention and was not sure how to get back. I was lost. All streets looked equally likely, so I picked one of many for no reason.

I picked wrong, but that led to what followed.

In front of a schoolhouse there were a lot of parked cars and people milling around among tables, apparently shopping for whatever was on display. Seeing the words “Village Book Fair” made me want to stop, but for some forgotten reason, I was in a hurry. It was clearly a popular event but, sadly, there were no vacant parking spaces for even a quick inspection, so I chose, reluctantly, to move on. But suddenly a car obligingly pulled out right in front of me, and I pulled in.

Twenty or so card tables held a sea of books. Still in a hurry, I decided to check only the nearest table that chance and the exiting car had placed before me. Without looking at any titles, I picked up a clearly used volume, mainly to see the quality and condition of the books offered. I didn’t even notice the title, but let it fall open somewhere near the middle and read a passage at random, the (approximate) following words: “Harrison was disappointed. Montauk would not show its face for the fog, and he so wanted me to love the adored place as much as he did.” The author went on to say that they spent the week-end, fog-bound, in the old house on the mist-shrouded cliffs.

Goose flesh.

A glance at the spine revealed the book to be an autobiography from the 1940s: “Who Tells Me True,” by Michael Strange. “Harrison” was Harrison Tweed, an eminent attorney at the historic and prestigious Wall Street firm of Milbank, Tweed, Hadley & McCloy and (chance again) a friend of Roosevelt’s.

I like to think that one or two perhaps elderly and steeped-in-literary-knowledge readers among you would realize that the combination of “Michael” and “Harrison” does not indicate a gay partnership. “Michael Strange” was the nom de plume of Blanche Oelrichs (1890-1950) — poet, playwright, actress — a bohemian woman of letters of the 1920s and ’30s who was married to John Barrymore for a time, and to Harrison Tweed for another. The daring lady had been known to startle the few neighbors in the remote area by the unheard of practice of going topless on the Montauk cliffs.

The McKim, Mead, and White historic house referred to in Ms. Strange’s book had been nicknamed “Tick Hall” by Tweed and his law-colleague fishing buddies — owing to the unwelcome presence, even back then, of the pestiferous local arachnid later notorious for spreading Lyme disease. The surf-casting weekend occupants of the house referred to one another as “Tick Tweed” and “Tick Morgan” and, quite likely, “Tick Roosevelt.”

Not an incredibly remarkable story so far, I admit.

Why the goose flesh? I had purchased that house from 91-year-old Harrison Tweed. Three days earlier.

Being a victim of innumeracy, I don’t know how you would calculate the odds against such a happening. In such instances, is there maybe something operating other than sheer chance? Does anyone know a good book on the subject?

A skeptic might begin attacking the almost supernatural quality of the thing with the picking up of the book. Even though in hoisting it I didn’t consciously look at the title, maybe in my deep unconscious I had somehow registered the title years before?

But did the same force make me open it to the only page that concerned me? Adding to this the randomly chosen street, the unexpected book fair, the unexpected parking place, the one table among the many — and I suppose you could add the double Roosevelt connection (ice-house/Tweed friendship) . . . putting all that together, you get odds comparable, I should think, to those against people foolish enough to dispose of needed dollars in the lottery. (I like the idea that only in a society “illiterate” about numbers could the lottery exist at all.)

What the hell is coincidence anyway, in its most astonishing instances? A subject worth pursuing at another time? Thinking about it fogs my mind, and makes me recall something that’s haunted me for years. It’s a koan-like thought from my class with the reincarnated Socrates of Yale, philosophy professor Paul Weiss: the idea that that, logically, there is no such thing as a possibility that did not take place. In what sense, then, was it possible?

And what, then, do you call things like my Tweed house incident. A possibility that was not caused?

Keep your answer brief, but pithy.

P.S. No more Burton teasing. Next time, including a hilarious story.

P.P.S. Could I buy someone in Philadelphia a season ticket to boo Michael Vick for me?

Close proximity of Tick Hall (Montauk, NY), Old Lyme, and Bloch Island, all mentioned in this blog now.

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_Lyme,_Connecticut

The placename “Lyme” derives from Lyme Regis, a small port on the coast of Dorset, England, from which it is believed the early settlers migrated in the 17th century.[3] The picturesque Old Lyme Cemetery contains the graves of the original settlers. The Duck River flows through the cemetery and into the Connecticut River at Watch Rock Park.

The “Lyme” in Lyme disease was named after the town. It was discovered in 1975 after a mysterious outbreak of what appeared to be juvenile rheumatoid arthritis in children who lived in Lyme and Old Lyme.

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Revisiting “Marlin”

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http://www.bigfootencounters.com/articles/beaman_monster.htm

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1904 Pettis County map (same year as the circus train wreck mentioned above with the gorilla escape). I’ve indicated that Beaman use to be called or has variable name Marlin.

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Other non-Marlin based variable name besides Beaman in above is Laboratory. Here is a Falmouth collage dealing with just this combination of names: “Beemen” (or 2 Beeman), related to alchemical laboratory, that may or may not be same as meth lab, a la a Breaking Bad. If latter, 2 beemen here are Mr. White and Mr. Pinkman.

https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/04/03/nother-test/

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Then in “Beeman,” the following collage, I originally had a giant turtle peering over the rock at the 2 beemen. This represents Green Turtle, which is a rock directly behind the rock pictured in the collage, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Is that the legendary Edward Stone? At last?

bb:

Unsure. But anyway I decided the turtle didn’t fit into the collage, as I kept adding in lego works originally found in “2989” a couple of weeks ago. Or maybe it was just a couple of days back that I created it. So many collages in so short a time (!).

Hucka D.:

54 and counting. You’ll reach 61. The magic number. Then your work will be done.

(to be continued)

https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/04/04/more-collages-02/

“Green represents safety. Green represent protection. The turtle protects. Where is the cat part? Not needed to know yet.”

bb:

So this is like Jessee and Walt’s lab on Breaking Bad. Interesting.

Hucka D.:

The lab is an alchemist’s lab, not technically a chemist’s lab. The red-blue death is beyond the rock, out more in the real world. Edward Stone shelters the two individuals, busy as men bees, from all that. Until the end[ of Season 3].

bb:

Edwardston’s number is 3, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Now if we look at that picture (“Beemen”), we can see more the process. It deals with TILE. The blue lego piece at the top gives first clue that this is the top of the TILE Waterfall, and the tile/lego is about to drop down. Falls. The only reason we do not have a type of death at the bottom of the fall or falls is The Contraption. The Contraption must be a perpetual motion machine, and it is. It works backwards and forwards in time[ as stated]. It powers the fall of TILE. The lego pieces are like the marbles that fall. Pull up a picture of Newton 09 if you wish.

Then, as we already know from early in Collagesity’s history, we have a link between Falls County Texas and its central Marlin (largest pop place of that name?), and Tired Falls of my virtual village, along with the falls pouring out of the front of the town diner. Perch.

https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/07/16/thoughts-7/

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I am becoming CH. Geneva+Houston County Alabama shows this.

*Then*, Marlinton has just come up in a Frank and Herman Einstein! blog post related to August and Pink Cone (=Pinkie?) and Big Island mythos stuff. Here’s that link again, but it’s actually the post just below this.

https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/11/06/big-island-revisited-01/

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