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Shot of large rock near Green Oz Creek, in the section of Green Oz I’ve been calling Yellow Down in this here blog. I need to eventually give it a name. Just to remind, Green Oz represents the middle ground of Green Oz Creek from source to mouth, a more open area with numerous fields roughly centered by Tinsity. It seems naturally divided into two larger section: Greenup to the north and Yellow Down to the south, with a smaller, central patch of rhododendron that appears to be a divider between the two called Brownie (or Dark Space). Tinsity lies on the upper edge of Brownie, or, oppositely, on the southern limit of Greenup.


This is a photo looking over Skillet Swamp just north, in turn, from Tinsity.


Heavy summer rains have seemingly washed away this old avatar bridge, but also created a new crossing seen below.


Beautiful meadow between Green Oz and the Quartz Brook Valley to its northwest, which I also revisited the next day but didn’t take any photos of. While the leaves are still on the trees, the woods tend to be pretty dark, making picture taking difficult. I’m not a big fan of outdoor flash photography.


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The first “WIS” map (but not the last?).


“WIS”, pronounced like “wiz” (center center), is the 3rd, hidden element of the triangle whose 2 known points are Health [Lake] (right center) and Wealthy [Mtn.] (top center). We do not even know what kind of element WIS is presently. It is a black hole I believe Hucka D. wants to say here. WIS exists in the gap between Herman Park, seen as north in the above map, and Frank Park, south on the map. I am not unconvinced that Whitehead Crossing (SW of WIS) won’t be the main station for these parks in future times, as I move more out in the woods at retirement (8 years if all goes well; *I* will be the Whitehead in the Woods (!)). WIS is close to Whitehead Crossing but not the same. WIS is close to Wealthy Mtn. but not the same. Close to Health Lake but… not the same. It is in a gap in a map which does not logically make sense topographically but does psychologically. It is a hole that everything folds around, like flower petals.

All I can do is move from Frank/Herman Park focus to Frank/Herman Park focus. A new focus is Falmouth Creek (lower right corner of map). I’ve now determined that the original village on this creek was called Old Baker Settlement. I have a rough picture for now; it exists in the basic center of Falmouth Creek, about equidistant from both source and mouth. Old Baker Settlement, or what remains of it (ruins) is white-ish rocks in a moss bank below a clump of trees.



We’ll get to more of the story behind Old Baker Settlement (OBS) shortly. Hopefully I’ll be able to take more pictures of Falmouth this weekend, despite the continued cold weather, PHEH. On the bright side, I’m definitely going to England once more. I had a panic attack in the middle of the night, and started thinking negatively about the trip. Now I’ve turned around again. Analysis of Falmouth collages is helping. Falmouth is centering — in Avebury. Might Avebury have something to do with Old Baker Settlement?

Falmouth, Indiana which lies on the line between Rush County (west) and Fayette County (east) was originally called Old Baker Settlement. That’s obviously where I got the name. The synchronicity to this, ‘coz there’s always synchronicities when it comes to Frank and Herman Park names it seems, is that the ridge separating Falmouth and Second Life Pond (named later) acts as a peculiarly extended *block* between more public land around that pond and Falmouth Creek, essentially and effectively isolating the creek while allowing it to be quite proximate to tourist attractions in Frank Park, Second Life Pond basically. So I decided to name this ridge Block Ridge, then remembering Old Baker Settlement as an original name for a US Falmouth, decided to change this to Bloch Ridge, after my main Second Life avatar Baker Bloch. Second Life Pond, lying on the other side of this ridge from Falmouth Creek, is named immediately after this, then. Second Life Pond is the origin place for not only Baker Bloch but also Baker Blinker, who was my original, dominant Second Life avatar during my first half year or so of involvement in that virtual reality. When I moved to mainland SL from Azure Islands in Fall 2008, Bloch, the male, took over as the dominant one. The story of my avatars is found in the Where Are We On That art exhibit I still have up in my flickr site. Accompanying the first two stories about Baker Blinker and Baker Bloch in that exhibit is a 3rd story about Hucka Doobie, in case you’ve ever wondered about *his* origins (this is the same as Hucka D.), and then Esbum Michigan and Wilsonia Foxclaw, my final two avatars I was using at the time. After the exhibit was created, I made 2 more Second Life avatars: Karoz Blogger (formed right after the exhibit) and, about a year later, my last one called Bracket Jupiter.

Hucka D.:

I heard my name and woke up. Howdy baker b. Heard you talked to Headburro Antfarm for the first time in a long time.


Yes. I just asked him if there’s a virtual reality out there to rival Second Life yet, at least as far as making pictures and galleries go. He suggested Minecraft, but I’m not sure it is a rival yet to SL, or will be in the future. The best hope is to attach something directly to a web browser, with a first person viewpoint and simply getting rid of the avatar.

Hucka D.:

But that wouldn’t be any fun.


Maybe not for me, but it would make things easier for people to see your work.

Hucka D.:

Oh you can’t do that. You have to have Second Life. What about the Pietmonds??


Yeah. Not sure. But back to Falmouth, if you want to talk about them. Second Life Pond, a logical name for reasons I can’t go into here involving the *actual* name of the pond. Another virtual reality.

Hucka D.:

Maybe that should be your new virtual reality. Is it still around?


Check the link I just made with your last sentence.

Hucka D.:

I’ll check it later. It was just a rhetorical question anyway. Second Life began in that pond in Frank and Herman Parks. Bloch Ridge blocked Baker Blinker from proceeding over the hill to Falmouth. Only Baker Bloch exists in the attached collage series[ Falmouth 02 and Falmouth 04]. Falmouth 01 02 03 04 is Old Baker Settlement. So, yeah, it *is* the same as Avebury, if you will. Falmouth is Avebury.


There’s Lean Rock in the creek just below OBS.


There was the mysterious writing “Fi” in a rhododendron leaf at OBS as well.


Hucka D. (guessing):

Hifi. Or High Five.


This is a picture of a cascade on a creek just north of Falmouth, just over another ridge, or I gues it is an extension of the same ridge [Bloch Ridge]. This creek lies between Falmouth and Gnirps.


Hucka D.:

That’s a pretty cascade. A popular vacation spot for toy avatars, much like Gnirps nearby. They stay away from Second Life Pond and Second Life Creek, however, because of the humans. Humans and toy avatars as yet do not mix.


I can imagine. So there are toy avatars at Falmouth?

Hucka D.:

Oh yes. Mouse and Shark. Bart and Lisa. Baker Bloch and Baker Bloch. Red Lion man/woman and Man/Woman. Hand. Non-President R. Booger Hayes. Sunfish. Patrick Star and his friends. Lots of toy avatars.


So it’s the same as the characters in the Falmouth collage series. The 2 Baker Blochs which are actually different Baker Blochs, for example.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Non-President Booger Hayes wants to speak with us again soon. He has some ideas about Falmouth.


What of the other parts of Falmouth presently? — Visible I., Stream’s End, the unnamed spring which contains the mossy bank with *no* rocks, unlike OBS.

Hucka D.:

That’s a black hole. And the spring is a black hole. Rush.


How about X-Ray. Or Ray-dium, the follow-up?


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non sequitur

Lisa the Vegetarian wants me to start studying Winesap. Lisa the Vegetarian wants me to understand that the basic design of Herman Park comes from Arkansas and The Way and Winesap. 56. The end of March 2013 may be a decision point.

“The governments know of my return”.

“Quetzalcoatl?” I asked. “No: Master. Master Shake. Of the Aquamarine Rebel Strike Force.” “Great,” I answered. “Sapphire’s precious Aquamarine grew into the rebellious Aqua Teen and psychologically became split from her.” “Baby Jesus and the lasers,” came his non sequitur answer. Should have known.


Lisa started with Hand + Head at the center of the Arkansas Line. “Go there,” Marty said. “Unite Hand and Head so that I will be revealed.” So she did and came back and he said she did pretty good for a young’n. She took it kindly. “Go there again and insert Heart.” So she did. She came back. “You did okay,” Marty said to her. “You did kind of good.” She was not fazed. She stood her ground. “Now the most difficult part, young lady girl woman.” Marty seemed drunk but wasn’t. “Create Health *off the map*. No… create *Hustle* and then change it to Health by spinning it in the opposite direction. Which direction are your creations spinning now?” Lisa had to think. “Clockwise? Yeah, clockwise.” “We are in the northern hemisphere so that is good and correct,” Marty answered back. “Now you must make the southern hemisphere come to the northern hemisphere.” Lisa was confused. She tapped her finger to her chin in thought. She thought of her mother Marge and her aunts Selma and Patty back in Wiltshire, England. But she was now in Amereca, land of the freaks and home of the braves. Indian braves, that is, before White Man took it all. White Buffalo Men like Marty himself. But she didn’t say this aloud. “Do I really *have* to go to Amereca?” she asked Marty, who then looked at her reprovingly. She knew she had to. She looked down at the books strewn around her feet, around the rock she sat upon. She was still in Wiltshire but she was in Amereca.


She picked up one. “Light in August” was its title. She picked up another, and another. “Those are no good,” Marty said to her. “They’re all protected. No, you have to use *this* one.” He handed her a somewhat smaller book, a red book. No title. Instructions for building an ATM sperm bank machine? Not quite. Let’s look at Tennessee, a new blog category under UmapS, then.


“How confusing, Hucka D. Herbert Do*main* overlapped with *Main* Street Winesap.”

“Expand out please.”

So I did.


Winesap *and* Old Winesap. I knew, well, Herbert Domain refers in part to Frank Herbert, the famous science fiction author of the Dune series. In the Dune movie directed by David Lynch, an especially powerful scene is where *Paul’s hand* is inserted into a Pain Box.

From the folds of her gown, she lifted a green metal cube about fifteen centimeters on a side. She turned it and Paul saw that one side was open – black and oddly frightening. Paul slowly put his hand into the box. He first felt a sense of cold as the blackness closed around his hand, then slick metal against his fingers and a prickling as though his hand were asleep…

“What’s in the box?”

“Pain.” He felt increased tingling in his hand, pressed his lips tightly together. How could this be a test? he wondered. The tingling became an itch… The itch became the faintest burning… It mounted slowly: heat upon heat upon heat… . The burning! The burning! He thought he could feel skin curling black on that agonized hand, the flesh crisping and dropping away until only charred bones remained.

It stopped! As though a switch had been turned off, the pain stopped… “Take your hand from the box, young human, and look at it.” He fought down an aching shiver, stared at the lightless void where his hand seemed to remain of its own volition. Memory of pain inhibited every movement. Reason told him he would withdraw a blackened stump from that box. “Do it!” she snapped. He jerked his hand from the box, stared at it astonished. Not a mark. No sign of agony on the flesh. He held up the hand, turned it, flexed the fingers. “Pain by nerve induction,” she said. “Can’t go around maiming potential humans. There’re those who’d give a pretty for the secret of this box, though.”


We also know from Carrcass+3 that this Pain Box is the same as an ATM sperm bank machine. Whose Line is It Anyway? Paul inserts his hand instead. “My what?” Colin asks in return, obviously surprised.


“No you have to use *this* one,” Marty said in parallel time. Lisa took the book… not really Herbert Domain but Public Domain. Winesap is in public domain, which means she could make cash from it. Cash and credit and more cash and credit. She could rule the world… no, rule *Wealthy* Mountain and its Healthy Lake. “Use this to make Health in Arkansas,” he said. She needed cash, she needed to be *wealthy*. Then she could create the parallel domain in parallel time. I think.


She brought her father Homer to Wealthy Mtn. through the use of virtual reality technology only she could afford to her knowledge. The Kniks knew of this and approved. This was at Quartz Brook. He was a Plastic Man, meaning he was a toy avatar. Plastic Man is bookended by Plastic People by Zapple. Through this, Lisa knew that she could not make Plastic Man because it implied or led to Plastic People. But she herself was Plastic. So this was the great sacrifice.

“Yes, 2d to 3d,” said Hucka D. He was on Mars.

But then it was the 3rd, Tin S. Man, also sponsored by The Kniks, that drew her interest next. Another A. Mann. This was at Tinsity, in the next valley over from Quartz Brook but still on her mountain: Wealthy Mountain. She was experimenting with different locations. But this was a failure as well, at least initially.

“All were successes,” Hucka D. perhaps corrected.

Superman was the last man and the 4th. This was Lion’s Roar. Lisa on Byng. She created The Way here, connecting Kansas and Kentucky, while just before this establishing Kansas and Kentucky themselves. Lisa knew that this 4th was the best and most perfect… the *most* successful. It is here that Paul’s legacy was secured.

Pauls’ Switch comes then. 5 to 6. 56. End of March 2013. 5 to 6.

cemetery 018


The Residents – The Electrocutioner

The time for all the followers of doom is drawing near,
Deceiving no-one, knowing nothing but the bite of fear.

Smiling as I throw the switch
That takes away their breath,
I see life as an interruption
To the tune of death

She is the electrocutioner…!

Playing with my birds, I wonder how the world could be
A perfect place to sin about, for anyone but me.

I see the shimmer of the dewdrops as I drink my tea.
And when the foolishness is over, I am much more me.

I wish that all the suffering and all the misery
Could be consumed inside my room, where switches set you free.


Where switches set you free, my friend, where switches set you free.


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Bill Mtn. to much of rest of Frank and (esp.) Herman Parks


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Byng/4 Valleys Map

See this map for details about the Lion’s Roar/Gold Bug area: Kansas & Kentucky & More.


October 23, 2012 · 6:42 pm


“Hucka D., we might well be on the other side of the blog from there… here… but K seems important.

Hucka D.:



I am the killer of the Baker Bloch Blog.

bb (correcting):

Baker Blinker.




I’m going out to Concreek this morning. Maybe. Ah, probably not.


Go and see the difference.


“Hucka D., attention seems to have finally swung back to Wealthy Mtn. and such places as Quartz Creek with its mysterious oval patch of grass (among many other space-time events).”

Hucka D.:

The Red 7 know.


That looks more like the Red 27, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

And Carl and his ship. Er, rock. Timeline. Mossman Timeline.


That’s not Carl[, though]. That’s just a hiker.

Hucka D.:

No that’s Carl. He disappeared inside the rock.


Well he *is* right in front of the rock with Carl underneath. Wonder if he saw the snake and that’s why he paused there?

Hucka D.:

Here’s more rocks that pause. See, all you needed to do was show me some of your photos and I come out of my shell[ again].


Does the…?

Hucka D.:

Monster Falls.


Interesting[ name for the falls in the background of the above picture].

Hucka D. (repeating an idea):

Ship Rock. Captain Carl. We’re off!

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