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Warmer Weather Hiking
Middletown/Ashville wilds are basically closed up to me until October. Even moreso for Mythopolis: November. I’m stuck with Blue Mountain now in terms of off trail hiking. I’m going to try to extend this into May up here.
What closes them up? The heat for one thing. Wearing shorts is not an ideal situation for off trail (Blue Mountain has a lot of mountain nettles, for example). Gnats for another. And a big one: poison ivy/oak. This goes triple for Middletown. This goes triple times triple for Mythopolis. Up here the poison ivy is around but scarcer. There’s some in Whitehead Crossing, for example, but you can pick your way around it, especially if you have a rough idea of its location beforehand. Growing up in Mythopolis was quite different. There you’d have vast fields of nothing but poison ivy sometimes to deal with. That’s a huge plus for Blue Mountain even in comparison with Middletown, where the poison ivy situation is between the two.
Then we come to the wildlife critters, and I think especially here of snakes. Don’t want to step on a snake in the undergrowth. Now Blue Mtn. has it’s share of snakes for sure, but again Mythopolis trumps it, and Middletown, once more, lies between the two in terms of the risk of stumbling upon one of the feared creatures. When I lived in Durham I found that snakes were all over the place — no chance of practical off trail hiking during summer months atall. In Blue Mtn. — Whitehead X-ing once more — you can get away with it.
So: gnats, poison, snakes. That’s the big 3 in terms of living things. I suppose we should add mosquitoes in with gnats, but they’re not as everpresent.
Other critters I’m semi worried about are bears, but I’ve only run across one in all my hiking days, and I encountered him/her on a designated hiking trail. This is one reason I don’t do a lot of off trail hiking at Granddaddy Mtn. Another is conservancy issues. Bees/hornets are also something to think about, especially ground nests. Wolves/coyotes are around; foxes. And I’ve found what is most likely a skunk hole recently at Drink Lake that I need to avoid in the future. Raccoons might be worth pondering.
The woods are just a more dangerous place in warmer weather. The now foliated trees do not allow rocks to dry as quickly, raising chances of slipping on them when wet. And heavy rain, often unforecasted, comes more frequently in the summer.
And so I don’t accomplish a lot of off trail hiking even in relatively safer Blue Mountain. Now *England* might be different. There’s not many snakes. There is *no poison ivy/oak*. The heat is much less of a problem, and I assume the gnats and skeeters as well. England would be *ideal* for summer, intra-woods hiking. If you had enough woods.
And that’s where the advantage shifts to Blue Mountain, once more. Blue Mtn. has woods in spades. Whitehead Crossing is still a center.
Still rock’n!
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.
Filed under Blue Mountain, Charleston, Frank Park, Whitehead Crossing
CHRO is red
https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/03/25/7777/
Maybe Baker can draw inspiration from Rubisea and the Blue Drake sim, which still contains many of the scenic elements he enjoyed while staying there in the past. This appears to include the entire Unnasty Branch he rented a cottage near in 2009 I believe, the lone feeder stream for the Rubisea body of water. Rubi-sea can translated to “Red Sea”, but also a red c, as in middle c on a piano.
Unnasty Branch waterfall
https://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/category/maebaleia-continent/rubisea-carcass-one/
Rubisea then discovered on the Maebaleia continent. Hucka D. claims it was original SL land, and where Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker were “born”, perhaps.*** Represents 1/12th or 1/13th of Blue Feather Sea which Crabwoo is situated upon (one corner anyway). Is original ur note of SL, the Red C or Red Sea, thus: Ruby Sea or Rubi Sea or Rubisea. Unexplored connections between Rubisea and the Rubi Forest. Has light (sunny) and dark (moon, werewolf) side. Represents anima and animus in ways, like Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker to me. Light half in Blue Drake sim, thus origin of story that Blue Drake is source of Blue Feather (Sea). Original note, again, which turns into the 12 notes [or 13; Baker’s Dozen] of the Blue Feather Sea. Feather is bigger than bird/duck in this manner.
The Blue Feather Sea *came from* Bluedrake. Drake is a duck is a bird. Feather from bird. But the feather is much larger than the bird in this case. 12-13 times as large along one side alone. What does this mean? Is it, perhaps, a RO of ones, then? 12 or 13? CHRO… BROOK… ROOK?
https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/artie-c-spongeberg/
When I was a freshman in college I started listening to a lot of atonal music, like Schoenberg, like Ives, like Bartok. But mainly, at first, Schoenberg and his famous pupils Webern and Berg. I was also breaking from my tonal past. This also represented a relative dark period in my life, thankfully quite short — a period of about a 1/2 year at best. Afterwards I returned to my naturally sunny self. It was the damned atonal crud affecting me, you see. Or the 12 tone stuff to be more specific. One of the ways I worked through it was to incorporate and transform for easier digestion. Thus was born the CHRO system, which never really circled back to a composing system as I originally intended. It didn’t become a pseudo-replacement for Schoenberg’s 12 tone system. It had a life of its own instead, and also made a bridge between music and art.
What caused Nasty Branch to become Unnasty, and Rubisea to turn from red/dirty to clear/clean?
March 27, 2015 · 7:06 am
Pictures (Falls & Flowers)
Drink Lake Falls.
Hermania’s TILE Falls (top).
Previously unknown Mythopolis Falls.
Mythopolis meadow scene.
Mythopolis daffodils. Springing up!
Filed under Drink Lake, Herman Park, Hermania, Mythopolis
“Spine Line”
“I seem to be established pretty firmly in Collagesity, Minoa style Hucka D. It feels like a permanent virtual home.”
Hucka D.:
Characters will emerge soon. Are you ready to begin an interpretation of the Embarras collage series? It may be done already… we don’t know.
bb:
Um, sure I suppose.
Hucka D.:
You are shifting emphasis to Mythos. As [fore]told of course. You escaped this time. You will always escape. Until you don’t.
bb:
Meaning that I’ll always get to leave mom’s house because I live in another town and have to work there. Blue Mountain.
Hucka D.:
This is mirroring the older, childhood escape. That’s why it has resonance. Ullyses was entrapped on Calypso for 7 years. Not 7 nights, but it is similar in that it is a sealing. Where’s Edward?
bb:
I don’t think he’s really that happy.
Hucka D.:
No.
—–
bb:
What is the meaning of the Spine Line, Hucka D.?
Hucka D.:
Escape. Eoc. [ Pearl Gray].
bb:
I must return to the flea market. Get more toys for another happening. Surprisingly, very surprisingly, Mythos still has energy, purpose. Pattonsburg is still an active center. Edwardston. Just as much as they always were, in ways.
Hucka D.:
The Spine Line gives energy to these places.
bb:
I may go to Mythopolis Saturday, Hucka D. Check out more of this Bridge02. Explore Carr Creek. Don’t think that’s the name for it, though.
Hucka D.:
Think of escape. Think of what will happen even when you live in Middletown. Mythos is just as close to Future Home in Middletown as it is to Blue Mountain… closer, in fact. Mythos can still be a laboratory. That is the wish of the parents as well. (pause) Spine Line has protected many of the areas from your childhood — Edwardston, Pattonsburg, Calypso, Eoc. There is another line, however.
—–
bb:
After March I will not be able to explore the Spine Line locations, most likely. I’ll have to shift back to Blue Mountain.
Hucka D.:
You can still visit your Bridge02.
—–
Embarras 09: “Spine Line”
bb:
What of Embarras 09? You said you wanted to begin an analysis.
Hucka D.:
Spine Line is within. We’ll start a bit tonight then follow through tomorrow. Get nods out tomorrow. Begin to nail down time of DOD.
bb:
Yes I will. I’m solidly in Collagesity now. Really have been since June, although I shifted from Noru to Rubi in November.
Hucka D.:
It was all Norubi[ anyway].
—–
“I’m opening Embarras 09 in a new window. We’ll begin tonight. We have an actual spine, or a metallic representation thereof within, alongside the spine of a book. And not any old book, but Winesap. A metallic boy seems to look through the book at a woman with a man sitting in her lap in front of a cave. This is Odysseus. This is the cave of Calypso. On Calypso’s lap is Edward. E. Swift…
Hucka D.:
Not your Edward but still your Edward. He represents the Great Rubi Forest through the Big Thicket of Camp Ruby. Lucky you. He is you established in Collagesity, Rubi style or Minoa style. He is *protection*. The boy attempts to look at the lady. Yet Edward is in the way. The lady is on a red rug. On the top part of the metal spine is the same cave, smaller in perspective, with a *blue* stream coming out of it. This is the opposition of red and blue, Russellian style. The blue and red face opposite ways in front of the cave. The blue stream from the cave seems to “pour” into the spine from the top. The spine is the same as the[ spine of the] book.
bb:
Yes.
Hucka D.:
The blue is Noru and the red is Rubi. Both the red rug and the blue stream pour, as it were, out of the cave. This is good collage… peak of the Embarras series so far.
bb:
Thank you.
Hucka D.:
You worked harder on this that some of the others. It shows. Refinement.
bb:
It had surprises.
Hucka D.:
You move away from the tetraptych, true, but images collide more in meaningful ways here, although you’ll return to the multi-panel works soon enough. Now you noticed the *Achilles Heel*.
bb:
Yes. The achilles heel of the boy. And this relates to Achilles, Virginia and Lady and Glass there and a particular story from Winesap, also highlighted by Faherty’s The Ordained. The blue-green horse emerges from the hole, like a cave on its side. The cyan or blue-green horse is Eoc, Hucka D.
Hucka D.:
12 Ounce Mouse or Fitz (green being behind cyan horse) sees the hole; seems somewhat alarmed. Fitz is Britonia, Fitz is entrapment in Britonia, in the house. Can’t escape. Yet the person in the house which is the same as Fitz here sees the escape through the hole. Eoc is escape through the Spine Line. The hole in the leg of the cyan horse mirrors the hole on the ground. This is also the concept of Greenup as opposed to Yellow Down.
bb:
Fitz is Britonia and Skillet is Spring Squirrel or Swamp Squirrel. This is the 2 to Britonia’s 1. Skillet seals the entrapment inside the Confederation, which is the same as Zircon. Omega.
Hucka D.:
Yes. It has been a slow process but the sealing is almost complete. Nowhere to go. Mobility lost.
—–
bb:
Then we have a woman reading a book to the left, just like Embarras 08 has Scully reading the Jose Chung book. And like Embarras 08, horses emerge from the left of the reading girl or woman. The same 2 horses.
The 6 legged, cyan colored horse has reappeared from that collage as well. The spine of the book becomes like the [eastern] border of our Middletown property. We are afraid that people will be able to look in on us there, Hucka D., so we must create a protecting border.
Hucka D.:
You must extend the border down, yes. Else people will be able to peer in.
bb:
But the middle row of green shrubs may have to be erased… cut down.
Hucka D.:
Perhaps.
bb:
If we could build a house as small as the one in Embarrass 07…
… then the line of shrubs (appearing behind it in that collage) there would be okay.
—–
“This is about not just one mother but two.”
—–
bb:
OMG, Hucka: Edward Swift and Kate Swift as one!
Filed under collages 2d, Middletown, Mythopolis
Edwardston & Pattonsburg
I’m perhaps planning to head down to Mythopolis tomorrow for more hiking fun so I wanted to make sure I generate the text for this related post beforehand.
Last Sunday I parked my car at a strategic place and walked the railroad to Edwardston, prominently landmarked by a historic trestle spanning Silver Creek.
I did not walk across the trestle, and apparently it is against the law now to do so. Not when I was a kid, however, or at least there was no sign there stating such. But now there is. Never mind, because my goal was Edwardston itself, which lay on the near side of the trestle, and where the 2 below photos were snapped. The first shows the waters of Silver Creek (left) and Edward Creek (right) approaching each other to meet just below the trestle, with Silver being the much larger flow and Edward a mere tributary of it.
The actual juncture of the streams. I remember the sandbar being extended more at the peninsula representing their confluence, kind of like a miniature Manhattan. Correspondingly, this was suppose to be the site of Edwardston’s large downtown, with the city itself about the same size as our Chicago. I don’t recall the sandy island in the river you see just beyond — pretty certain that wasn’t there when I was growing up. We’ll be mentioning another formerly unknown Silver Creek island of similar if larger design in a moment.
And the alien style graffiti face is still present below the trestle, just like I found it in 2008, I believe. It almost seems that the image has been repainted, but I doubt someone would take the trouble to do so. This is a pretty out of the way place, and not on any beaten path of any kind. Most likely it was just originally crafted with some quality spray paint — present theory.
Another shot of Edwardston…
… before moving up Silver Creek toward Pattonsburg, about a 1/3rd of a mile northeast. Like Edwardston, Pattonsburg was a Wazobian city of some size, although not quite as big as the former. I rated it the 9th largest city of Wazob, while Edwardston came in at no. 3. The below picture is of Patton Creek which empties into Silver Creek just below “downtown Pattonsburg”, or at least it use to. Now its waters have been dammed by beavers, and any flow beyond must be underground, as the creek bed between here and Pattonsburg about a football field to the north is now dry. Again this was different when I was a teenager…
beaver gnawings in Pattonsburg
… as was Pattonsburg itself, seen in its present state in the below photo. No, when I originally found this place in my early teens, bamboo was growing all over the area viewable in this picture. In fact, I began construction on a bamboo hut here, and perhaps when I cut the bamboo a chain reaction set in, throwing a delicate ecosystem offkilter. At any rate, there is basically no bamboo left, although I found a little this day further south.
The stream is dry, the bamboo is gone. This is an almost completely deenergized Pattonsburg. The city is no more, at least in this location. *But* we’ll come to that interesting “new island twist” in a moment.
A bridge found in what I called Bananaboro, yet another designated spot for a fantasy burg and ranking no. 8 in size for Wazob cities. Bananaboro and Pattonsburg are intimately tied. Besides being close in size (no. 8 and no. 9 respectively) they lie at either end of the Patton Creek, and also were part of a pre-Wazobian country called Or, which later became the Wazob province of Topaz after its consolidation (more on that soon enough).
But the larger point is that the woods surrounding Pattonsburg and Bananaboro — the entirety of Or, in effect — *has remained intact* since my youth. I realized this area still had mythological relevance. You *can* go home in this case, or kind of pick up where you left off.
And I just realized in looking at the remaining photos of this post that I did not include any picture of that larger island I mentioned. Well, let me just describe it a bit. It lies close enough to Pattonsburg to be within its “metro area”. To be more precise it seems to lie on the west side of a place I called Argent — yes, another Mythos city, bearing a no. 16 ranking this time, and the third largest of ancient Or. I’ll have more to say about Argent soon. I might attempt to take more pictures on Saturday of the place — we’ll see.
Edwardston again.
This day I also hiked to the south of Edwardston, or between my mom’s house (which was called Britonia according to my mythology, and the *number 1* city of Wazob (!)) and the railroad trestle. Another interesting fact: the wetlands of Edward Creek have actually been restored since my childhood by a new landowner. I don’t know how this was exactly effected, but the creek is now very wavery and sinuey, where before it basically flowed straight as an arrow. Edward’s Creek has actually *been improved* since my growing up days in Mytholopolis. Another exciting note.
This is a stream I called Green Turtle Creek. I remember it being larger. And not as orange.
Edward Creek as it meanders toward Silver Creek and the railroad trestle through the Edwardston outskirts, one could say.
Edward + Silver once more.
Filed under Mythopolis
Mythos 01
Edwardston and its railroad trestle.
Edwardston, Pattonsburg and Gillalex (latter not revisited yet).
Increasing range: Calypso comes into view. Calypso is the traditional 5th largest city of the Mythos country of Wazob, as Edwardston is no. 3 and Gillalex is no. 4. This is obvious reference to the 3-4-5 Pythagorean triangle, in retrospect. The city of Calypso is (or was) located on Morg Island at the confluence of Silver Creek and Gold River. It is now part of a walking park. Wazob is built around the Silver Creek, and Calypso represents its “top”, a sealing or even entrapping lid.
Expanding out again we can view old Eoc above Wazob, and also more of the Federation whose outline is basically the same as old Mythopolis. More on that association soon enough.
Note: We have now escaped Calypso representing the whole of Wazob after 6 nights (almost a full week) and returned to normality. Comparison to Ulysses’ entrapment on Ogygia by nymph Calypso might be necessary. This is the meaning of the Spine Line, along with an absence of Edward now. Spine Line travels up first Silver (Wazob) and then Gold (Eoc). Edward has likewise escaped silvery Wazob through the help of goldeny Eoc.
The province of Spinel, shared between Wazob and Eoc, lies fully between Calypso and Bridge01 above it.
A key is what I’m presently calling, for lack of a better term still, Bridge02.
Unfortunately I haven’t taken any pictures of the location yet. Much deepness here. Bridge01 to Bridge02 defines the lower and upper limits of Eoc. Now I don’t think Eoc is still an active political unit but perhaps that doesn’t matter. Smithston represents the old 3rd eye of Mythos. Bridge02 could be a new, transposed eye for the planet, perhaps even improved in ways. It lies at the upper tip of Spine Line or maybe Bridge Line, because it “begins” at a bridge (rr tressle bridge at Edwardston) and ends with one as well (Bridge02) according to present theories.*
Each place that the Spine or Bridge Line touches either Silver Creek or Gold River seems highlighted by a landmark.
Edward has left Mythos now, perhaps not even saying goodbye.
no Edward
—–
* note: I met a Pearl Gray Grey in Second Life tonight and the capital of Eoc (Campbella) is or was in a Pearl Province with an official color of gray. Interesting juxtaposition, then. Pearl knew of my blog, or at least the pictures. 🙂 SL’s funny like that. That represents my first visit to Second Life after returning from my 6 night “entrapment” (without internet) in Wazob. Aiding Eoc is showing its colors, once more.
Another interesting shadow picture with circle, this time from Collagesity in Rubi. I call it “Squaring The”. Very accidental shadowing, once more.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Heterocera, Mythopolis, Rubi
Embarras 08 tests
Larger reduced 47% (48 nor 46 doesn’t work), combined with smaller. Two alignments still seem necessary…
Bottom…
and top…
Combined:
Added to map:
Probability: This has something to do with the fine alignment of the placing of a house on the map “behind” Scully reading a book. One[ pixel] off and it’s thrown. Meshing gears. Where’s Mulder?
There’s an implied relationship with the one eyed father of the collage before (Embarras 07), appearing to its left. This is correct alignment. The father has the answers.
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Test 02p (“Ouroburros”):
Filed under collages 2d, Middletown
Double the fame.
I appear on Bing Streetside (equivalent to GoogleEarth Streetview) in not one but two locations on a cold December morning in Middletown NC. And no I wasn’t following the Bing car around — just lucky.
But don’t you know this simply has to be in a collage now.
me and Homer
Embarras 07 test 03:
test 16 (“Fathers”):
Filed under collages 2d, Middletown
Sunklands 