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00480504 (Old Railroad Grade (C is 4…))

“Caledonia has been mentioned in 48, *cement pond* has been mentioned. That’s 2 in a row. And then Baker obviously, since that’s me: baker b.! And through baker b., both Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker, the original male-female duality of the blog and what everything builds around. And then Maxwell to end — she’s obviously around as well (wife). So that’s 4 in a row again, just like here in your castle, Frank. Whaddaya think, huh? HUH?”

“Get out,” Frank says to this issuance. Philip starts to leave. Frank catches him. “No no, I mean, get out of him, baker b. I want to talk to Philip directly.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Philip” turns around, returns to the couch. Baker exits the body; Frank has learned enough from him. “W-where am I, w-what *happened*?”

“Never mind all that, Philip. You’re back and that’s the most important thing.”

“I *am*?”

“Yeah, it happened again. You got all dizzy and had a lie down, let’s say.”

“I *did*?”

“Yes, you *did*.”

“Huh. I can’t remember.”

“Of course not.”

“I can’t remember *any* of that. Was I high on speed? Was I playing High Speed? And, worst of all, was I playing High Speed while high on speed?”

Frank decided to say, all of the above.

“Golly.”

“Golly Miss Molly, yeah.”

Philip looks up at the video feed, at the map. “W-what’s that? 4?”

“Yeah.” Must still be doing a little channeling, Frank rationalizes this insight. “4 in a string,” he explained, “but I think Caledonia is 4 instead of 1. It’s reversed from what I saw before here. I’M WITH STUPID — that indicates (the holder is) the wife. And (stone holding) hubby baker b. is being pointed to, ha. Veery clever. And cement turns into concrete to seal the deal. Concrete, Washington I’m talking about here, which use to be named Baker. I checked: former towns Cement City and Baker combined to form Concrete back in 1909. So there’s that.”

“But… why am *I* here?”

“I told you. You were playing pinball. In the wrong way. Again.” In truth, *Edward* turned into Philip while Mouse had a bit of a lie down after all the excitement. He was in the spare bedroom that Philip uses occasionally. No room today. Well, there’s never any room in the tiny bedroom adjacent to the stairwell. STOP

GO “What’s this, then. Adjacent?”

“Yes, Philip. The tile before the 1st. Le Roy. Lime, indicating lime Jell-O, a new, 5th flavor added to an original 4 in 1930. We have to go down. Something — is there. TBC

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00480212 (… of the universe)

It’s said the FBI is hiding something about the 1971 D. B. Cooper skyjacking case to prevent being humiliated by their former public statements but this was probably untruth. #1 suspect of theirs named R. (Richard) McCoy was not the R. (Real) McCoy here and only one of a number of copycat skyjackers to come along in the following years — the outside researchers were wrong about this (like Dan Gryder highlighted in the above linked video). Synchronistically, we have another “D. Cooper”, Dale in this case, working *inside* the FBI on another Washington state centered investigation from the early 1990s, in a fictional way this time. Of course I’m now talking about Twin Peaks once more, David Lynch’s signature creation shot largely in the small town of North Bend, Washington. D. B. Cooper jumped from a plane he skyjacked above the general location of another small Washington town, La Center, never to be seen again. The 2 locations lie about about 120 miles apart in the western section of the state.

Another parallel, then: falling.

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00480110 (Juice)

We stuck around to hear Julee Cruise since, you know, when would we get the opportunity again? Since she was dead and all. Oft-times hubby Newt and I had polished off a couple of beers by then. I checked the watch now on my arm. 2:41 AM. Time to head home, though, I suppose. While we could make our way.

She sang one last time about the Tennessee dog and bird and we were away.

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00480108

The band was already playing when we walked to the bar counter, started asking loud questions over the noise. “Anyone here by the name of Tom?!” I began. “Maybe a doctor or something?!”

The bartender looked confused at first, as if attempting to process the request. His eyes rolled upwards a bit, then he said, “Tom, you say?!”

“Yeah!” I shouted back. “Maybe a doctor?!” I reinforced the second part.

“There was!… here, let’s go outside and I can talk better! Joe, hold down the bar for just a minute!” What appeared to be the barback — bartender’s assistant — didn’t look too happy, but then moved to a customer who had just approached the counter and took an order. He seemed to know what he was doing.

Outside we got a lot of information from Harry, who also told us that Tom was a Dick. Tom Cruise, as it turns out. Like Julee but different.

(to be continued)

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00470214 (somewhere in the lower central part of the virtual Our Second Lyfe continent known as Nautilus…)

“Hi. In today’s post we’ll be taking a closer look at New York state, filling in the corners and gaps. Okay, let’s start friend!

“First up we have the village of Malone in the upper eastern part of the state which produced former vice president William Wheeler who served under Rutherford B. Hayes and succeeded Henry Wilson in that post. But not *this* post, ha. Okay, I’ll cool it with the inept humor. Wheeler Malone Wilson: the full name of the primary female of our blog succeeding, in her own way, Baker Blinker. She claims to hang out with Rutherford B. Hayes in some kind of time machine situation who she calls R. “Booger” Hayes and also says is the first president of the United States never to be its president. Moving on…

“… to Owls Head just beyond Malone, formerly known as Ringville.

“Oh look. Here comes Wheeler Wilson in the flesh to join us. We were just discussing your middle name.”

“Malone?” she asks while walking into the scene.

“Yes, as in reviewing the corners and gaps left in New York to end the current section also known as New York. Here, have a seat beside me.” She rezzed a chair next to the fern.

“Thank you.

“Well… did you mention the ‘fo fo fo’ chat of basketball legend Moses Malone, predicting a 4-4-4 sweep for his Philadelphia 76ers in the 1983 NBA playoffs and its 3 projected series? Off by one.”

“Making it a Baker’s dozen sweep, yes. No I haven’t mentioned Moses Malone. Do you want to talk about Malone town’s Chasm Falls next to Owls Head-formerly-Ringville or do you want me to?”

“444 doubled up, even,” she starts again without a beat. “Its cemetery a chasm itself, one that everyone eventually has to fall into. Those who wear the owls head rings when entering are doubly damned or at least doubly troubled.”

“Moving us to the next county over and its Coopers Corners just below Palmersville,” says cap wearing Carolin. “In the lower eastern part of the state we have Coopers Corners again, a location that actually masks the first in our country’s official geographic database. 2 Coopers.”

“That must have been the one just found you told me about,” says Wheeler.

“It is (!).”

“Cool.”

(to be continued)

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00460405

I took another day off to explore the town more. I’d taken a lot of days off lately. Perhaps I was already pretty bored with the mayor’s job, I don’t know. I found myself wandering… and wondering. Here I sit in Downtown’s subway station watching a train that never stops. Where is it going? Where’s it been? Never here apparently, or never gathered people here or dropped them off. I move on…

… to an abandoned petrol station, wandering and then wondering about the name Clyde on the window over there behind the tires. I knew the town was formerly called Blue Ball or Blue Balls so that didn’t seem to fit, despite the name Clyde being applied to a lot of towns across our fair country of America back in the day. Like one in Ohio where famed American author Sherwood Anderson grew up, along with U.S. independently affiliated senator and so-called father of the TVA George Norris and a couple of other famous people, including a Civil War Union general I can’t recall the name of.

I know, I’ll go ask Charlene. But maybe Emily would be a better target, having been here in The Burg longer. What’s her story, why did she move off the Makah Indian Reservation after being raised there? Something about Wolvie? — probably something about Wolvie. So that ropes in Charlene who’s the sister of what clearly is a shapeshifter in this here town, probably a werewolf by the sound of it. And he recognized me (!). In that service station with the black and white wolf poster over in Juho. I wonder how Newt is doing over there (her thoughts deflect). I wonder if he’s done anything with Newtonia since I’ve been… away.

That graffiti artist over yonder (she triangulates between useless subway and abandoned petrol station, a right one it appears). Maybe they will know something about Clyde. Worth a try.

She approaches, notices the cigarette in both his mouth and spraying hand at once. James Smoker he quickly becomes in her mind. Until she learns the truth.

(to be continued)

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00460404

She was already absorbed in preparing for another case with an appropriate upgrade of clothes for a richer client. “Goodbye Ms. Brown. Do you need Wanda to help you back to the teleporter?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks!”

—–

“And so that’s how the whole thing started, the whole investigation thing,” Charlene began wrapping up her story told at the Uptown Bakery after the town meeting, Downtown having no such establishment and thus no option for them to support fellow Downtown businesses in that way. But, then again, Uptown has nothing like Emily New Moon’s adult oriented video store or Charlene’s records store specializing in vintage vinyl. “Sending Wolvie potentially up the Big Creek,” she continued, “but, lucky for us, wink wink, only resulting in probationary work. With me, ha. Working on my film along with Roberts. With her encouragement, I’m upping the bigfoot debunking angle. She’s got some major players involved now, bringing in some big money. We could be looking at Hollywood box office hit, Emily. I’m talking major leagues, Cincinnati Reds stuff. No more Louisville Cardinals.”

“That’s sounds fabulous,” said Emily to her friend, her lover on odd nights of the calendar with Wolvie taken even and them taking turns with the first day of the month, those always being odd and so stacking the *odds* in Charlene’s favor. They worked it out in a way. And then there was the problem of the full moon for Wolvie. Speaking of which, there’s one tonight…

“You know Wolvie’s right,” Emily New Moon said to Charlene after a couple more bites of her donut, trying to frame the words correct in her head. “Bigfoot’s real. It’s (munch), common knowledge on the Makah Indian Reservation where I was raised. My Aunt Whistling Bark saw them, or at least heard them. She was just unloading her trash at the Sooes Creek Dump. Recorded the sounds on her phone even.” She pulls out her cell phone from a back pocket. “Here, I think I have them saved—”

“No need, Emily. I know they’re real.”

“You *do*? Then why act this way? Why accept, I mean, you’re being *persuaded* to debunk the… I mean, um.”

“I know what you mean. You just have to trust I have a plan. Like *you* have a plan for your Blue Moon Kentucky video tape. Paired pet projects we can call them. You have withheld secrets and so do I, wink wink.”

—–

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of town in its Park District, Wolvie locks himself in and prepares for the long night ahead.

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00450201 (stone’s throw away from something)

“Shoot man, you don’t know *nothing* about Doggtown, choom. Buy something from a poor ol’ peddler of junk and I’ll tell you all the places to go, not to go. Mainly the latter because there’re so many of *those* around, huh.”

“What’s with all the flamingos around here?”

“Don’t get me started (!). Flamingos been around since before the beginning. Killed all the birds within a 10 miles radius of town because of that a-vi-ar-y flu, you know. No flamingos around any more. They’re ghosts. Heck, *I’m* a ghost. Anyway…”

This is Ronald. He mentioned business being down because the whole town is chasing after a VIP named Roslyn (sp?) whose plane crashed nearby. The flamingo perpetually behind his head is colored pink, which is close to lavender. Another thing we are close to, then, is Twin Peaks. Only a reference to Northern Exposure in some way remains to seal the deal. I’ll keep looking.

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00450105

After the BD was over, the driver who was also the filmer decided to make the same loop over again to start another BD, this time focusing on the incredibly compact Tibetian city of Yajaing itself more than a drive into the city from another one called Kangding 2 hours, 44 minutes, and 20 seconds away through beautiful Himilayan mountains. Here are the two identical sections travelled, starting at 0:51 and 2:37:21 in the videos below respectively.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpZ-H3nqOMM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSHphBOAc1U

Continuing leads from FBI Agent Dale Cooper (see below), I saw it as an opportunity to study synchronicity through direct overlap. It may have paid off, because this TILE umbrella appearing on the first loop…

… was then removed by the second one, a time I estimate to be about 30 minutes later. Another highlighting of TILE, it seemed, becoming a theme for this here present photo-novel.

Agent Cooper’s advice seems to pay off again (!).

Gentlemen, when two separate events occur simultaneously pertaining to the same object of inquiry, we must always pay strict attention.

And this time — so appropriate — in his beloved Tibet he declared intense admiration for early on in the Twin Peaks series, even taping a map of it on the back of a blackboard to lecture about for others in his adjunct law enforcement department. And however confused they seem in the moment here, I’m sure they got a lot out of it. 🙂 And Cooper’s advice I quote above comes from the same talk.

Speaking of TILE umbrellas: back to the cyberpunk desert.

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00450101

Innocent looking enough, right? Vacant backlot for my Aisle of Palms virtual city of 4096 square meters area and 64 x 64 meters design. Wrong. It represents The Pit, a limit for development in My Second Lyfe. The Pit absorbs, the Pit devours even. Much like the Mystery Flesh Pit did to Rose/Emily over in the upper right central part of Maebaleia in a super city that seems to be receding in strength lately itself, with numerous large and small lots for sale dotting the area presently. Here: a different continent (Jeogeot). But same results on a more minor scale.

Q: So Aisle of Palms will not continue.

A: I don’t see how. I haven’t really worked on the town in 1/2 a year. Why keep it around?

Q: The Pit blocks.

A: Indeed.

In other news: Tibet.

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