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Category Archives: Google Street View
00490110 (escaping Miss Ouri)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0110, ADC, Google Street View, Missouri
00490104 (Schrodinger’s Man?)
No, not Gemilly Niceniece dominating the icy scene we’ve already seen walking across a different planet in post one of this here newest photo-novel, 49 in a series of infinity (infinity?). Instead: the background “figure”, peering over rocks it appears. A silhouette once more but small, more reflective and open to interpretation. Is it a man, a person? Or… something else. I’d personally give it about a 50-50 chance either way in the present.
I’m reminded somehow of this from photo-novel 36 — yet more Kentucky, hmm.
And I’ve seen the “illusion” before while walking around these number of planets through this particular BD, 7 hours and 7 minutes and 11 seconds long it is. And this coming exactly at the end of the 55 minutes and 14 seconds Schrodinger III section of the video. We’ll see how it develops moving forward (and forward (and forward)).
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0104, Google Street View, Kentucky, Schrodinger III, Starfield
00480607 (Jeogeot continuation)
He was in the cemetery again or perhaps just outside, Linden-Linwood-Lime all arranged around an edge that =s the county of Genesee in the state of New York in the country of Our US of A. “A linden in England is called a lime,” he recites again while standing amongst the limbs of the small tree, his head dangling there like a low hanging yellow-ish or green-ish fruit or something. Primed for a fall if he didn’t watch out.
(It was) an old mantra dating from his days as a Greta Gaeta bartender in what I dubbed the sim of Clemscott but is really, actually, just Clewis in a name change I can’t even recall the rationale for now, more (heretical) mythology imposing on HIS (Our Second Lyfe) reality. “Who was that shadowy figure?” he also said at the time about the African-American boy who left the overgrown lime on his bar counter and then mysteriously disappeared down the stairs never to be seen again by him until the Omega times.
He also remembers a monk entering the sim of Rookwood — true name this time — looking for the place he would be buried among all the dense growth of linden trees and plants, perhaps representing the burial of Linden Lab created Our Second Lyfe itself. Right now it is in its “gracefully aging” stage.
Moreover, in the top photo of the present post we’ve returned to another cemetery in Virginia like this one. More Lime.
Parallel stones.
Careful, Philip Linden. Careful. Avoid the trap of Vertigo; don’t fall in quite yet. We need you still. All of us, the Bakers, Wheeler, all the core figures. Don’t go right now. Wait a spell. Your time has not yet come. Hang in there baby, etc. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0607, Clemscott-, Corsica, Gaeta V, Google Street View, Linden Memorial Park, New York, Virginia
00480604 (00420515 revisited (1/2 way))
“Get out the shot, honey. I’m trying to take a picture of that ghoul in the cemetery over there!”
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“My people were tough on crime. And they didn’t tolerate breaking the law either. We grew up in the shadow of a mountain that began with Wee-Wee. My mother, when we moved over here to the states in ’79, said to be proud of the name and where we came from. But I was embarrassed, always called it the alternate name of Onigbaporo however tongue-twisty and unmemorable that was to the white people of our new land. But when I found Pee Pee Creek over on the west side of Rodentia and its crazy cemetery and its baffling preacher church I knew I had also found a home again in this world of Our Second Lyfe. My mother was priestess before in the “Wee-wee” place we came from and now I became quote unquote priestess in the Pee Pee place, as male and female polarities also switched positions there. It all made some kind of beautiful, circular loop.”
I studied the photo she held in her hand, looked at the flat headed statue of her mother in the center square the townspeople chose to erect before they left, a permanent tribute to her famous presence in their small Nigerian burg. Then I looked up from the photo at Daisy’s flat hair, the perpetually shaving razor held by a ghostly, hovering hand next to it. I started to understand the dynamics involved. But there was still the explanation of her non-colored father remaining. Non, hmm, I pondered. Could that be the reason for the obsession with creating the perfect, non-alcoholic brew? Turns out this was so… partially. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Jeogeot, Texas, 0604, Google Street View, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, 0048, Dokken Hollow+, Africa, Hole in the Wall, Frank's Moving Castle
00480312
When I beamed down to Green Thumb Rd. the sign instead indicated a Green Thumb *St.* And we were in the wrong state for the location. Should have been (next to Hills Hill and Dr. Tom’s Park in) Arkansas. And I noticed a number of queer doublings when tracking around the overall village in Street View, this Burna of western Kentucky. Or was in Burirna? See what I mean?
House with double peaked porch next door to this service station with the doubled up letters in its name. Related to the 90 degree turning porch of Fieldon IL from section 01 of this here blog-novel, 48 in some kind of seemingly never ending series?
And from the same area: Is it Jamieson like the hill or Jameson like the road and other cemetery in the immediate vicinity?
Hard to tell from the sign once more.
Or perhaps the extra vowel — ‘i” again after all — is actually pointing back to Starfield’s Jemison planet from a couple of posts ago.
At any rate, better get back there; do some more digging around (TBC).
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0048, 0312, Arkansas, Google Street View, Jemison, Kentucky, Starfield
00480307
He wanted that dress but his mama wouldn’t let him have it. This is Jemison after all, where a man is a man and a woman is a woman and neither the two shall mix. At least in the same person.
So later he went off and invented his *own* Jemison. A whole planet’s worth of it. Worth it? (500 million) Maybe.
But doesn’t its capital and largest metropolis look like my Collagesity from a distance? Kindof queer.
Collagesity Rubi, c. 2014
Now where’s that man-woman who started it all inside?
(TBC)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Rubi, Heterocera, Alabama, 0307, Google Street View, 0048, Starfield, Jemison
00480203
Turns out there was a Locust Street here in Fieldon and then another Locust St. in Fidelity, its opposite on the Illinois circle pictured in that last post. The only shared street name between the two small towns. When I “beamed down” through Google Street View to the north end of the latter, I immediately found this.
Was it as easy as that? Yellow Guy referenced, who was born and raised in this very state? I traced the internet company’s origins back to O’Fallon a little over an hour’s drive away. Nothing to do with my old friend. But still the, aherm, *connection* seemed pertinent.
Another of these promo signs off Locust St., Fidelity style.
I decided to recheck Locust St., Fieldon in Google Street View to see if I could spot any additional oddities cropping up since my last scan several years back, just like I’d tracked up and down its double in Fidelity today. Nothing really jumped out at me except this house which seemed to have turned 90 degrees between 2021 and 2024. Is this normal? I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason for doing this, right?
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0048, 0203, Google Street View, Illinois
00480202
“Investigation?”
“Yeah, like Perry Mason. We… probably have to bring back Duncan A. if so.” I hesitated because I knew [baker b.] would be uncomfortable with this. The Green Dude was suppose to be dead, like that guy in the blue and yellow teepee also initialed A. But yet he lives. And so, probably, does Duncan. A way to remember him by.
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“I know this man!” says Martell Mandell out loud. She couldn’t help it. “Tom!”
“Harry, actually,” Abby Abdominator across from her mildly corrected. “Harry the Bartender. Projection,” he tried to explain the confusion as best as possible.
“We’ve got to send him back. We’ve got to go back inside!”
“Indeed,” responded the grey alien who doubled as her boss at Star Team Interplanetary located in the southern part of the Omega continent. One of the higher ups but not the highest. That would be Dick.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0202, Google Street View, Illinois, Little Hell+, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Omega, Southern
00470601 (The Hmm)
“I live in a very white house starting with a white roof you can clearly see from the air — why I made it that way.
“Um, white ceiling fans…
“… white power outlets.
“White paint all around. Every room, every piece of furniture, every piece of art even. I like white. And, hopefully, my family likes it *too*. They haven’t complained *so* far (laugh).”
“Soo, ahem, back to The Hmm.”
“Oh yeah (laugh). The Hmm. Well, we logically suspected the new gas compressor station across the rails — really white buildings over there and I respect that but, you know (laugh), I had to get to the bottom of this thing (!). So I went over there one day, complained that we were hearing that dad blasted hmm in my house over 400 yards away, and it seemed, well, it seemed to be affecting our health (!). And, you know, could they DO something about it? I was sure they were the culprit, the source of it all. And you know what they said, they blamed everything else. Electrical lines, the railroad, water pumps in a nearby pond, Interstate 84. Could be any of these… and more. But not *gas lines*. And they laughed right in my face! (laugh). And me a retired mechanical engineer. Heck, I probably knew how their operations worked better than 80% of them over there. Not as much difference between machines and chemicals as you’d think.”
“Understandable that you were irritated,” I tried to empathize. “Is that when you decided to move away? To someplace new?”
“Well, the wife and I thought, maybe we should try out a new town to get away from the sound. ‘New town’ we kept saying to each other when discussing it — over and over. And then it hit us: Newtown. The town right next door to us. We could start new; fresh. It seemed *fate*. I told her, honey, our house is just off the Newtown topo map, which I knew from my hmm research in the local area. But shortly I realized the gas compressor station was actually just *on* the Newtown map, which seemed to be a bad sign. No, the hoped for sanctuary turned out to be *much* much further away, not one but *several* oceans away. It all started that very next day, when I found the drawing of the woman running on the beach at a Newtown flea market while we were checking out the place. Giselle, ha, was actually a bit jealous of my obsession with the drawing, with *her*. It was the whiteness, you see.”
“We’re talking about New *Island* here, right?” I suppressed a joke about him skipping right over New York.
“Yeah. Our brief dream of living in Newtown only pointed to this actual new place where we could truly escape the problems with The Hmm. By being immersed in it!”
“You found the source.”
“Indeed we did (!!).”
“Not gas lines?”
“(Laugh) No, but that’s part of it too. It all came from that novel. By the girl.”
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0047, 0601, Connecticut, Google Street View, New Island
00470504
I stayed at the Roadway Inn in Big Water, Utah for the night. I knew this was the place to be when spotting these male and female cowboy silhouettes framing a red rock outside Room 605, 200 meters (or yards) effectively reduced to zero. Zeroing in, I took it.
The next day I set out for Bryce Canyon not far north of here. I intended to become one of those flying squirrels and survey the whole place by air. I succeeded, though not in the main task.
Eventually I found the actual Red Rock but it took a while. Bret helped. Said it’d been at least several years since he was up there with his ailments and all but we eventually stumbled upon the approx. 20 foot long stone at the top of a canyon cascade. Red Rock Rest, he joked about the name and suddenly became sad. I in contrast was overjoyed as hell.
Strangest thing. We saw a rabbit when walking around it for the first time which then hopped away, leaving what appeared to be its own shadow for a second. Then the “shadow” itself became animated and scurried away, being revealed as what seemed to be a large rat by its shape and motion. We saw no other wildlife while there besides birds. And these two seen were superimposed as one when first encountered. We took it as a sign. Only later did we find out the meaning.
Bret (and Sooki) soon gave me the nickname The Fly because of my prowess in the sky and it stuck like paper. Later when the newspaper articles stopped being published it changed to Airey for reasons unknown to me. In honor of someone I gathered but no one ever gave any details. A “nobody” is all they said about the person. Unlike me.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0047, 0504, Google Street View, New Mexico, Utah
Sunklands 