Category Archives: Heterocera

I should be able to play around in Bigfoot at least this coming Sunday morning. Go in early; take [railroad] track. See how to set it up for a fuller happening down the road a bit, perhaps in the fall (or a drier period in the summer, even). I’m going to push the envelope with this one. I’m even thinking about getting rid of virtual Collagesity to save a bit of money each month for toy happening related purchases. I have my eye on some model railroad landscaping products already. I might start frequenting local flea markets. It could be — *could* be — that Collagesity’s purpose reached its peak with the creation of the large and important (to me) “Collagesity Winter 2015-2016” fictional work. I finished that about 4 months back now and haven’t really done anything much with the virtual berg since then. I’ll have to think long and hard about this one. Perhaps a chat with Carrcassonnee is in order.

Carr:

Sell. I am present in Cayuga still[ on top of the Art 10×10 Building there]. You have places all over the place now.

BB:

But it’s *your* village.

Carr.:

I…

Hucka D.:

Hellow!

BB:

Howdy Hucka D.!

Hucka D.:

I can be your guide again. Choose me!

BB:

If I get rid of Collagesity, what are the consequences?

Hucka D.:

Not much. It will have to go eventually. Like Bigfoot itself. Bigfoot is a nest for you to hatch and grow in a nurtured environment. Then: Middletown. Give up the tier now. You’ll have a larger virtual reality later.

BB:

What about[ the projected] Bogota [series]?

Hucka D.:

Bogota goes as Bogota is. Umm…

BB:

You don’t know.

Hucka D.:

No. Carrcassonnee might know.

Carr.:

I don’t[ know].

BB:

Nobody knows nothing about Bogota.

Carr and Hucka D. (jointly):

No. Not really. (additional muttering here)

Bogota:

*I* know.

BB:

David Bowie!

“That’s enough of the picture anyway, Baker Bloch. You have noticed that part 2 exactly begins at the wall anyway. We have 2 and 3 within my gazebo. First is outside. First is always outside. What is this? Is it Chesterton? No. But it may be Chesterton-like. Do you see a possible hoop?”

BBloch:

I think I do Carrcassonnee. Could it be the Ray Davies figure trapped by the log, with ruby slippered feet extended?

Carr.:

What do you think Chester? It’s your town[ after all].

Chester:

I, of course, dig it. Dig that picture. 2 and 3, eh? Cool-ie. Cool-i-o. Dig it.

Carr.:

What do you think of it?

Chester:

Its so cool there’s so much to dig. Cool-ie.

BBloch (adding thoughts):

The log is the 61 wire. I think I, as baker b., originally put the wire through the hoop, and then thought otherwise.

Carr. (speculating as well):

It [ the wire] is a passage of a marble through time. Silver.

Chester:

Nice dadd-i-o.

Carr.:

Thank you.

BBloch:

It is a woman, plain and simple. Pure. 61.

Carr.:

Er.

BBloch:

Wait. The wire *crushes* the hoop if not literally, then figuratively. I tripped over the hoop and broke it while moving in the wire. This is the Fall of Man. Inevitable. Rain comes. Rain *did* come just as the hoop was broken.

Carr.:

Better.

BBloch:

Mann’s Choice. Rain. Riddle, Puzzle, Cypher. Point. Point to Line to Sphere. Um, Cube.

Carr.:

49×61. 2989. We better end. Study Lego.

BBloch:

Oz erased from the center of Chesterton. Hoop broken. Event seen as wicked [witch].

Carr.:

Bed.

… is set to reclaim his old home next to the Rubi Woods. But does he want to?

—–

In other news, Carrcassonnee has proposed to the rest of my virtual family that Real Life Bigfoot and Second Lyfe Collagesity sort of join forces in moving forward. I, of course, find myself asking how this would work, but in a larger picture, ignoring the details for now, it makes perfect sense. Both Bigfoot and Collagesity, at least in its Second Lyfe incarnation, have limited lives, maybe 5-6 years each. Maybe 7-8. Both, as entities unto themselves, are wondering about a next step to solidify their already established value. Bigfoot has seemingly replaced Whitehead Crossing as a woodsy focus for me. I find myself returning to Bigfoot again and again lately, while The Crossing seems to drain me if I visit it in turn. I think I’m drawing energy from the former’s close proximity to civilization and The Blue Mountain Urban Landscape. While still pretty close to me distance-wise, Whitehead X-ing is quite removed from same, and depends more on *alien* energy which has probably retreated. And, after all, Bigfoot and Whitehead Crossing are also intimately tied, it seems, in a kind of alpha-omega relationship concerning this. The former moves close…

… while the latter steps backwards into shadow.

How does it work? Maybe we better just ask Carrcassonnee…

“Hi Jim. Nice night tonight.”

“You may pass.”

“Um, thanks.”

Baker walks up Cannon Street into the meat of Collagesity. He pauses to poke around the newest town structure a bit: the old Norris Temple, which doubles as the town rocket launcher.

In all likelihood, this is at least the *space* in the town where the projected, new collages (Bogota series) will be exhibited. Perhaps not this particular building, but on this spot. And it is here that Collagesity and Bigfoot must unite as well, with cursory explorations in this direction already begun with the appearance of Chester in Old New Town, currently derezzed.

Baker wonders how this could be accomplished. The idea of making a “life size” replica of Bigfoot Swamp and surrounding roads crossed his mind, but he dismissed it as being too literal an interpretation, kind of like the error colleges do when they attempt to exactly recreate their real life campus and buildings on their Second life land. Second Life is not really about replicating what we have in real life, although that has its slot. It is instead mainly about the creation of the *new*, or should be. Collagesity looks little like a town in real life. It’s really a collection of gallery buildings in the main, but each building has a story.

Ah, Baker has finally gotten around to Carrcassonnee’s gazebo, speaking of buildings.

Carr.:

Ah, Baker. Have a seat. You’re here to discuss the merger. Chester will be joining us. Do you want one of his cheese snacks. They’re quite tasty. Thank you Chester.

“What’s with the dog,” Chester responds in a cool, bass voice. “What’s with the numbers?”

Carr.:

That’s Spider, my brother from another mother. The numbers reflect a mystery. The mystery of 2130. Come to think of it, Baker, we never resolved that mystery.

Chester:

Cool-i-o.

BBloch:

Ummm. Can’t remember. I went into the 2130 corridor with Starbuccanneer Barista, I believe. We saw a picture.

Carr.:

Do you remember the picture? It could be important.

BBloch:

Yes. It was about MessiaenSphere.

Carr.:

This Friday, you will visit your own mama. What will happen?

BBloch:

Probably just read this here blog again.

Carr.:

Will you?

BB:

Maybe.

—–

Carr.:

What of your old home? Will you reclaim it?

BB:

As you know, Baker Blinker plans a bit of a retreat herself, along with Karoz. In fact, let’s say they’re on a retreat. Maybe somewhere near the Kerchal forest. Possibly Nautilus City.

Carr.:

I know the answer but I’m not telling[ presently].

BB:

So, yes, I might reclaim the home, if Baker Blinker wishes to turn it over.

Carr.:

And then there’s Dr. Mulholland to deal with now. Another move more toward Real Life from Second Lyfe.

BB:

Well that’s true. She seems to accomplish stuff that Baker Blinker couldn’t.

Carr.:

They’re Hidi and Lodi, but you are more a Hidi person. Lodi must retreat back into shadow. That’s another joining. But there’s still the purse involved. Blinks gave the doctor back her purse, which was hers all along.

BB:

I suppose that could be true.

Carr.:

The passing of the purse. Waking up. Dr. Mulholland opens her eyes to Mulholland Dr. Open the box.