Part 02: Norris


Dongoba, 01

So now we come to what surely will be the biggest find of the fall hiking season, codenamed “Dongoba” for now. The silly origin of this name is a abridged form of the title of a REM song: “Don‘t Go Back to Rockville”. Dongoba is sort of a town of rocks, see — well, never mind, I’ll probably change it soon enough anyways. 🙂

It all started innocently enough, as do many startling discoveries I suppose. I decided to get away from Wealthy Mtn. for a new hike, for a change, and while walking up a familiar trail in neighboring Frank Park, saw what appeared to be a faint path heading off to the left that I hadn’t noticed before. It continued for about 100-150 feet — again this was a trace path, barely noticeable — until I encountered what can only be described as a rock sculpture or rock art pictured below: 4 fairly large stones stacked on top of each other in a seemingly meaningful and aesthetically articulate way.

This was certainly surprising, but what I found within the shading rhododendron just beyond was plain breath taking: two more rock stackings, the largest containing probably *50* rocks or more, according to my guesstimation. My phrase of choice for all of these stone art pieces, presently, is “rock temple”, which especially seems to apply to the 50 rock version, the largest within what I define as Dongoba, centered around the head of a small stream or brook. But there are at least *6* separate stacks of 4 or more rocks in this defined area, as well as a few others downstream on this brook I’m presently also calling Dongoba, but might also be named NORRIS per more recent blog posts. I’ll attempt to get clarification from Hucka Doobie (and Dongoba itself!) on that asap.

Trees of Dongoba.

Mysterious humps or mounds also are found in the location.

Another rock obviously stacked on purpose atop a moss covered, dead limb. There are a number of isolated rock stackings like this at Dongoba, also.

Perhaps these sticks, as well, have been intertwined with each other by human or humanoid hands.

Before examining the largest of the rock temples in further detail, I decided to head up the ridge in search for more such stackings. To my pleasure, the woods remained open and easily hikable all the way to the top of the ridge separating Dongoba from the now familiar blog place of Whitehead’s Crossing. At the flattest spot on this ridge sourly exists the thickly pined Woods of Howl, and even a crisp, sunny day such as this cannot totally dispel its haunted, twisted essence. No way would I dare tread this small wood at night, or even in or near twilight.

Briefly contemplating a descent toward Whitehead Crossing instead of back down where I came from, I choose the latter, my thrist for knowledge about the Dongoba temples gnawingly unquenched.

As I descended, I took more pictures of what could be purposely stacked limbs to complement the stacked rocks of the area. I’ll have to think about that possible aspect further.

Curious patterns on a fallen tree limb. Meaningful as well?

Using trick photography, Dongoba lichen and moss covered rocks enlarge to become an unearthly forest of their own. More magic of the place?

Dongoba, 02!


Dongoba, 02

Stone obviously placed on purpose just above the very tip top of Dongoba Brook, its head in other words. Headstone, then?

A large rock on the ground most likely *not* placed on purpose in this location, but instead a “native”. But still mysterious seeming. Very mysterious; perhaps I’ll have more theories about the interaction of native and imported Dongoba rocks coming up (!)

Even the live vegetation seems odd here, like this birch tree whose exposed roots appear more like walls…

… and this moss-rock melding I’ve named Mosshead, because it simply looks like you’ve buried a life size version of my toy mossman (famous for his role in Salad Bar Jack movies in this blog) up to his eyebrows. Queer effect if you think of it in that way.

So now we’ve moved back into the temple complex proper. This particular one pictured below is the furthest upstream, in a seep area representing the very head of Dongoba Brook. I quickly noticed that all but one of the larger rock pilings is right next to this stream, sometimes even within it in part. Must mean something, I theorize.

This stone temple consists of maybe 9 rocks, all of vastly varying sizes and shapes, in contrast to the 4-stone stack nearby. I’ll have to create better photos of all these temples soon. Perhaps in the coming weekend, which should be another nice one.

I’m also unsure if part of this particular stack hasn’t collapsed a bit.

Another “temple”, with about the same amount of rocks as the one just talked about (9 or 10), but with a more brick-like stacking process involved. I plan to name all of these temples as well. As you can tell from the photo below, the water of Dongoba Brook actually laps up against this one.

And sitting not 10 feet from it, in the interior of the same rhododendron cluster, is the monster temple of the bunch. Like I said, there must be 50 or so rocks making up this one, mostly white varieties again.

Close up of the “big temple”.

Overhead shot of the smaller temple near it. You can enlarge all of these pictures by clicking them to get a closer look.

Dongoba, 03!


Dongoba, 03

As stated before, there is a very curious mix of placed and natural stones in the immediate Dongoba area. The shot below combines two prominent ones: the largest of the Michael Too temples (background) and a flat, upright stone perhaps 1/2 to 2/3rds the height of the temple (foreground).

Another Michael Too rock piling, this time seeming to act as a dam on NORRIS, and positioned not far from the largest stone temple pictured above.

Another curious terrain effect on NORRIS a little below the dam.

Details of same.

Looking further downstream. It’s a bit of a miniature gorge through this region, with steep banks on either side.

Another Michael Too mini-temple in this same region. We’re fairly far from the main Dongoba complex of temples now, maybe about 100 feet or so.

2 identical pink balloons either fell in almost the same place from the sky or were placed here by Michael Too, in my guessing. Not far from the large temple at all now, maybe 20 feet or so.

Shot of the first, discovered rock piling again.

Natural rock at the base of a tree beside it.

With the next series of real life exploration posts, we’ll move downstream to cover the NORRIS stream as a whole, which is about 1/4th of a mile long from head (Dongoba) to mouth (Stype).


Don go ba

“Don’t think the name will stick, but Dongoba seems to be what I was looking for, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

Along with Tinsity, yes. Fulfillment. Wheeler to Wilson situation deal-i-o, as you put it.

bb:

Michael Too is really gone?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Wheeler to Wilson, now.

bb:

I don’t believe I’m into the Richard Mitchell material. I’m not a grammar policeman.

Hucka D.:

No. No need to be within certain latitudes.

bb:

Obviously you’re going to help me with this Wheeler to Wilson situation.

Hucka D.:

Yes! Stream.

bb:

The rock temples all seem to be connected to that stream, particularly the very head of the stream. Again, not sure it will be called Dongoba…

Hucka D.:

No. Rock Vile. Vile is there is all.

bb:

Vile being “Wheeler” in this case.

Hucka D.:

Yes. You can turn that into Love. Tinsity. Wallace3. Beyond Michael Too. You know the secret now.

bb:

Without Tinsity I’d have trouble with this.

Hucka D.:

You couldn’t be a proper Wilson to his Wheeler.

bb:

Does *he* understand this?

Hucka D.:

In a way. We’ll help as well[ with him].

bb:

It will help me, it will help him.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Both ways working. Wheeler and Wilson and Wilson and Wheeler one in all and all in one.

bb:

Wheeler is Too.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

Wilson is 3, then.

Hucka D.:

Yes. What are you going to do? How to make the link to create a Wilson-Wheeler situation. Tinsity is obviously involved. How, I mean, meow. No, how?

bb:

Well, the theory right now is that the stream spoke to Michael Too.

Hucka D.:

Why don’t you just call him Wheeler. The Wheeler.

bb:

That his last name?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Wheeler. Go ahead…

bb:

So — *Wheeler* knew the stream was important and that it spoke to him. He built the temples in honor of this made connection.

Hucka D.:

A connection you must further now, Wilson.

bb:

I will fail. No, I will succeed. (pause) Hucka D.?

Dongoba:

Wheeler. Where?

bb:

Dunno, Dongoba. Hi to you. Greetings. Welcome to the Baker Blinker Blog.

Dongoba:

Thank. You. Where is Wheeler?

bb:

I don’t know, Dongoba.

Dongoba:

Where is Wilson?

bb:

I believe I am Wilson if Michael Too is Wheeler, Dongoba.

Dongoba:

Don. Go. Ba. What does that mean?

bb:

It’s a silly play on words. I don’t think it will stick, as I was telling Hucka D. Do you know Hucka D.?

Dongoba:

Play?

bb:

It has to do with an REM song.. a song, a musical song by an American group known as the REMs, also known, silly me, as REM.

Hucka D.:

You better tell him which one.

bb:

It’s “Rockville” or “Don’t Go Back to Rockville.” Let me check… (pause). Yeah, strangely perhaps it’s either one.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%28Don%27t_Go_Back_To%29_Rockville

Dongoba:

I am a Rock Ville. I have a Rock Ville. At the head. At the mouth: Something different. In-between: Something different again.

bb:

Yes, I know about the Rock Ville. Dongoba is a play on words… never mind. That’s not your real name anyway, is it?

Dongoba?: Dongoba?

bb:

Yes.

Dongoba?: No. (pause)

bb:

Yes?

Dongoba Not:

No. (pause again)

bb:

Can you tell it to me tonight? Hucka D. and me?

Dongoba Not:

It’s not Dongoba Not.

bb:

Oh.

Dongoba Not Not:

Or that.

bb:

Can you tell us, then?

Dongoba Not Not Not:

I can say it is Vile and not Love.

Hucka D. (still listening in):

Not yet, anyhow.

DNNN:

Too much damage. Had to go away.

bb:

Wheeler, you mean.

DNNN:

Yes, we will call him Wheeler. I see that. You are Wheeler2.

bb:

I am Wilson using Hucka-speak.

DNNN:

You are a jokester, a trickster. That might be good for Vile.

bb:

I think it can. But I have to watch out for the silliness getting out of hand, out of control. That’s *my* weakness.

DNNN:

Unfocused. But Wallace3 is helping.

bb:

You know of Wallace3?

DNNN:

I am picking it up in your mind. Truthfully I am not sure what it means. This Tinsity, this Wallace3. Something beyond Wheeler as well?

bb:

Not…

DNNN:

And these 2 bodies of water, Wheeler and Wilson. At Wilson is Brick… Ford City. Maybe with a “u” in it and not like the car maker [or: Fourd].

bb:

A way to put it, [DNNN,] is that Wilson Dam is a dam made of yellow bricks. Tons of bricks. Magical bricks. It’s a, um, memory pool.

Hucka D.:

We better start wrapping this up. You better get a name, baker b.

bb:

So do you have a name for us tonight?

Dongoba:

Dongoba is fine as I am thinking the matter further. I will try not to be a Grammar Policeman. Police of Man. Strange mind you have.

bb:

It’s the synchs. Map synchs, and others. Makes me seem to think sideways at times.

Dongoba:

You must think sideways at times more.

bb:

I’m trying.

Dongoba:

I will help. Put a microphone at my head and see if you can hear me that way as well.

bb:

Are you TILE Creek? Can you see that in *my* head?

Dongoba:

I see a table and a man’s head sticking through it. I get the impression he is a Red Squirt of 7. No, 2. 7 or 2.

bb:

That’s pretty good.

Hucka D.:

Wrap.

Dongoba:

I wish to talk more. It is a connection made that has not been made before. I see Wheeler before and Wilson after. I see me between the two. Yes, I am NORRIS.

Hucka D.:

Goodnight NORRIS, we will speak soon.

NORRIS:

Thank you.

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NORRIS, 01

Probably still within Stype (centered by the Mouth of NORRIS) is this tree with mainly illegible words/letters carved on its trunk. Connected with the Voice Rock glyphs near Mouth of NORRIS? (both basically the same color; both pictured in 1st photos of successive blog posts about NORRIS). Time might tell.

There’s an official hiking path that runs basically all the way up and down the side of NORRIS. Seldom used, however, in comparison to most in the area, which contains bookoos of such hiking paths. It’s far enough from the creek so as not to ruin the overall ambiance and intercede in the general mystery of the place, but close enough to allow pretty easy access to any point along it.

Odder rock along the side of this path, which seems to have been, once more, placed on purpose here instead of being a natural occurrence. Reminds me of the headstone of NORRIS seen in the first photo of this blog post:

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2011/10/23/dongoba-02/

Not too far downstream from Dongoba and the Head of NORRIS appears this cluster of rocks, another obvious working of Michael Too. There’s no transparent stacking per se in effect here, just alignments. Perhaps this represents a place he scavenged for stones to use in the Dongoba temple complex.

Interesting rock ledge directly across the stream…

Close up of the alignment mentioned above. Actually, the rocks seem to be more just leaning against each other here than either aligned or stacked.

Much larger, flat boulders in the vicinity, obviously not artificially placed — too big. More on this particular collection soon.

Below appears several examples of smaller rock pilings or “temples” along the stream, again obvious handiwork of Michael Too in my opinion.

Mysterious shelf mouth along NORRIS. What is the stream trying to say??

NORRIS, 02


NORRIS, 02

Stype Tree marking the traditional epicenter of the Stype community.

Directly in front of this tree, with an isolated cluster of rhododendron between them, appears the Stype Rock (name may change) within Turnpike Creek, next to the Mouth of NORRIS. I’ll attempt to get a better picture soon, but I’ll have to wade a bit in Turnpike Creek to make it. Unusual seeming rock; does it perhaps tell, through its surface, orange-y hieroglyphs, the complete story of the now super-sacred stream whose mouth it lies next to? Is it The Voice of NORRIS??

Come to think of it, I believe I rename that rock right now as The Voice, because I’m so sure I’m on to something here.

Mouth of NORRIS directly beside The Voice rock or Voice Rock.

Stone strewn island just in front of Mouth of NORRIS. Voice Rock/The Voice would be directly behind this island, hidden by a rhododendron branch. I believe I’ll call this Communication Island, with an alternate name of Battery. But that could switch as well (Alphland? Betland?)

Stone stacking within the Stype city limits, but obviously not of Michael Too’s design for a change. Not sure what its function is, though. Too short for a wall… have to think about that more as well, perhaps.

Another Stype shot. The community is marked by longitudinal gulleys or brook valleys divided by rolling ridges.

Moving into the NORRIS valley now, the land around the creek is rather easily separated into clear spaces such as the one pictured below, and the more inaccessible regions most often congested with rhododendron. ASAP, I’m going to make a map of each clear space on the creek all the way up to the source, which number perhaps 6 or 7.

Rock firmly wedged between a forking tree trunk. Not sure if this is the work of Michael Too. More on all of this soon enough, but I found it interesting today to find I could not pull the rock out from between this fork — it seems to have been there quite a long time, and the tree appears to have grown a bit since the lodging.

Nearby is an overturned rhododendron plant on the shore of NORRIS…

… with 4 strategically placed stones at the base. This most likely is a Michael Too production. The rocks seem to point to the mouth of a tributary of NORRIS just across the stream, perhaps its largest one.

NORRIS seems chocked full of mysteries, although its hard to convey in pictures. Like the waterfall shot below, suddenly appearing after a long stretch of creek flatness and seemingly having its own story to tell. I can just feel it.

Unusual “root bridge” spanning NORRIS in the same open area, and on one side of a quite unusual mound right next to the creek here. I suppose I’ll call it Root Bridge, then. The mound? Maybe Money Pot — is hidden treasure buried within? Something seems to be, at least. But, again, I found it hard to take a picture of the mound this day. Maps are coming soon, though.

And as I stated in my last NORRIS related post, there are little rock pilings appearing here and there all along NORRIS from mouth to source, including one or two near this mound, if memory serves.

Strange mushroom found in the vicinity. Alien in origin?


Monkey

“Pietmond’s slowly developing into a new classic, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

Yes. Version II. But where’s the mythology?

bb:

I believe it is slowly developing as well. Want to talk about NORRIS tonight?

Hucka D.:

Yes. (pause)

bb:

Do you want me to start?

Hucka D.:

Yes. And I’ll fill in.

bb:

The clear spaces on the creek seem very important. An alternation of light and dark all the way from source head to mouth.

Hucka D.:

At at the head: Mossman. Buried up to his eyebrows (smiles).

bb:

It seems very closely akin to Abbadon, the swamp monster that terrorized Tinsity, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

The swamp monster was tamed by a spring. Olive Branch. NORRIS was born.

bb:

Is NORRIS the same as Olive Branch[, then]?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Yes?

bb:

Very expanded version, then.

Hucka D.:

NORRIS has a soul. I will be there.

bb:

That’s another thing I’ve been thinking about. That you will be within the creek somehow.

Hucka D.:

I’ve already been. We are married. Two bouncing little baby boy creeks as well. Twins Arthur and Luther.

bb:

(smiling as well) Hmmm… nice names.

Hucka D.:

Thank you. We picked them from a hat.

bb:

So your wife, your new wife, is named NORRIS.

Hucka D.:

That’s right. Hurla Dontbee[ mythology] is no longer needed, thank you (proudly).

bb:

You’ve found your soulmate.

Hucka D.:

Frank and Herman.

bb:

Can you tell me, then, about NORRIS. We’ve talked to Dongoba on this blog and as I understand he or she and NORRIS are one.

Hucka D.:

It is a female. Very intuitive. Light and dark alterations. Like male and female incarnations of a soul through timescape. Landscape. Time. Scape. Umm.

bb:

That’s very interesting.

Hucka D. (quickly):

Yes.

bb:

Can you tell me and us a bit more about that?

Hucka D.:

Reincarnation begins at the head, where you are buried up to your head. Very tip top. Headstone. Eyebrows. Monkey. Bandanda.

bb (checking by googling):

Bandana, you mean.

Hucka D. (continuing):

Banana. For the Monkey. Raising his Eyebrow or Eyebrows.

bb:

Skillet is the banana, then.

Hucka D.:

Correct.

bb:

Hold on once more. (checking again). Check this out, Hucka D. Can you see?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monkeys_Eyebrow,_Kentucky

Hucka D.:

Yes, thank you.

bb:

I love the quote: “Monkeys Eyebrow is located where the monkey’s eyebrow would be located.”

Hucka D.:

Great. Super. Man.

bb:

And the story of Old Monkey and New Monkey, one located on a hill and the other in a hole. Both centered by stores.

Hucka D.:

Yep.

bb:

Ballard County as the shape of a monkey’s head, eh Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

Monkey Pit. Monkey Pot.

bb:

Let’s see. Banana is archetypal food for the monkey. Monkey City? Perhaps. Hucka D.?

[Hucka D. does not answer.]

bb:

Look. The center of the universe is located in Ballard County, Hucka D. I’ll quote again: “It was established in 1903 and originally named Maryville for the daughter of the owner of the land, Margaret Davis. In 1908 the town was declared to be the Center of the Universe by land developer Stoke T Payne.” Interesting that in the wikipedia article “Stoke T Payne” is bolded.

Hucka II:

I am bolded.

bb:

Hi Hucka D. II. Good to see and hear from you again.

Hucka II:

Just Hucka II will do. I am the center. 4th.

bb:

Are you NORRIS?

Hucka II:

No. I am Center.

bb:

Do you think this is a monkey, Hucka D. II? Sorry: Hucka II.

http://csasi.org/2004_october_journal/the_ballard_county_human_effigy_pipe.htm

Hucka D. II:

I have changed my name to accomodate you.

bb:

I think the head might be Ballard County here, Hucka D. II. And: thank you. No eyebrows on the statue. Found at the confluence of the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers. Center of the universe.

Hucka D. II:

Cache. POPE. NORRIS. POPE. Cache. River. Stream.

bb:

Do you know of NORRIS? Hucka D. I was going to talk about NORRIS but then mysteriously disappeared, Hucka D. II.

Hucka D. II:

Center. La Center.

bb:

Do you know of Monkey City, Hucka D. II?

Hucka D. (returning):

We better end soon. I’ll tell you a bit more about NORRIS, then. She is my wife. (pause)

bb:

Yes. You said that already.

Hucka D.:

Two bouncing baby boy creeks were our progeny.

bb:

Yes.

Hucka D.:

We spoke with one voice. Rock. Voice. Rainbow colors, maybe a labyrinth of colors. Revealed now: not opaque but transparent from inside and outside. You can see the labyrinth now. Colors. Inner and outer.

bb:

I have a feeling those open spaces are the colors, Hucka D. I.

Hucka D.:

Yes. We spoke as one. Center.

bb:

Are you TILE?

Hucka D.:

Yes!

bb:

And Norris is the inner, more complicated stuff, leading to ONE. CENTER.

Hucka D.:

Leading to CENTER. ONE. Stuff.

There were two Monkey’s Eyebrows, commonly known as Old Monkey and New Monkey. One was at the top of a small hill, the other at the bottom. There were stores at both locations. Today, there are no stores.


one of these things is not like the other

—–

Hucka D.:

That’s Norris. My wife.

bb:

Fantastic, Hucka D. (!) Congratulations by the way. Why wasn’t I invited to the weeding, though? Wedding, I mean.

Hucka D.:

Quickie. No time for invites. Actually I’m no longer married to Norris. We were divorced a couple of hours ago. She’s just a bit too cold now.

bb:

Well, it *is* almost November.

Hucka D.:

My Money Pot. I’ll always remember her. But now she’s a company. She owns a company[ I mean].

bb:

Do you work for this company? NORRIS, I take it[ is the name of the company].

Hucka D.:

I do (!) We do channeling. Like stream channels.

bb:

Do you dig stream channels?

Hucka D.:

Love ’em, in fact.

bb:

What does your company do? Details I mean.


Norris explains NORRIS (company)

Hucka D.:

We give Voice to things. Like someone gave us a voice[ at one time].

bb:

Interesting. Who are your clients?

Hucka D.:

Squirrels so far. And cats.

bb:

Is your company the 4th, or the Foreign One or 4-in-1?


Norris as The Arab

Hucka D.:

It is the Voice. The 4th. The thing unformed because it can’t compete with the cuteness of the Original Three. Why even try?

bb:

Are the cats aware of this 4th?

Hucka D.:

Yes! Indeed.

bb:

Do they know it as NORRIS?

Hucka D.:

No. (pause)

bb:

I have some more pictures of the Voice Rock, but they’re still not very good.

Hucka D.:

Shadows. Fog.


Norris as The Voice

bb:

I mean, I’m sure it means something, but I have years and years and years to figure it out. It’s protected.

Hucka D.:

Sure. The stream, the channel, is artificial, no?

bb:

This one?

The channel [Mouth of NORRIS] really does look artificial, Hucka D. Like it was dug.

Hucka D. (repeating):

Love it.

bb:

It really *is* suppose to represent a throat (!)

Hucka D.:

Yes. This stream is peculiar. Money Pot.

bb:

The heart of the stream. I don’t have any suitable pictures, yet, of the Money Pot. Nor Root Bridge, really, although this one kind of shows what is going on[ Root Bridge crossing NORRIS].

Hucka D.:

You’ve already shown that one.

bb:

I’m doing it again.

Hucka D.:

Get a better picture. NORRIS isn’t happy. Money, after all, is the root of all evil to-day.

bb:

Did the [presence of the] Money Pot make NORRIS unhappy?

Hucka D.:

Ultimately, it’s what led to the divorce. Money.

bb:

Money is Oz.

Hucka D.:

Yes it is. Indeed it is.

bb:

I want to tell you and the reader a story or a bit of one. I went to NORRIS today, as I did yesterday, and I fell asleep at one of the clear spots. A squirrel starting chattering while I was half-asleep, apparently, and I swore that the creek was imitating that chattering with its bubbling, as best as it could. Strange illusion for sure if it wasn’t real.

Hucka D.:

Oh it was real.

bb:

I just knew you were going to say[ something like] that.

Hucka D.:

And as I understand[ from NORRIS], you saw the spark in the creek. That’s NORRIS[ once more].

bb:

Yes. I imagined the spark in the creek as well. Very bright if small.

Hucka D.:

That’s the star that is the creek.

bb:

Thanks for that. I’m going to the Money Pot tomorrow, although I won’t have much time after work.

Hucka D.:

Get a dang blasted good pic of it, then.

bb:

I’ll try. Do you want to say more about the Money Pit and Root Bridge, perhaps?

Hucka D.:

Too close, yet. Too painful still. It is the deep mystery. How to deal with money[ when it comes to you].

bb:

Oh, and Wallace3 lived at the Money Pot.

Hucka D.:

Oh yes.

bb:

And this region was also known as Houston at one time.

Hucka D.:

Then we have a problem.

bb:

Yeah? Well, what is it, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

That was a joke. Take it easy (!)

bb:

“Houston we have a problem.” Oh yeah.

Hucka D. (repeating):

Oh yeah.

bb:

Houston is two[ Minnesota] and three[ Alabama] together in one.

Hucka D.:

Corner. The 4th.


Norris as the Not-Cat

—–

While Hucka D. is away I thought I’d theorize more about his Money Pot, too painful for him to go into now, as he said. I believe the Money Pot is or has been[ or will be] disguised as the Monkey Pot, which is also a Pit. Monkey City reborn in essence, and Wallace3 there. Houston, with its ultimate (4th) corner properties. Calypso is the higher octave of Monkey City in Wazob octaves. Calypso is in Duplin County, along with Wallace (and attached Tin City, which it has basically swallowed) and Humphrey. This is the 1968 presidential election making Nixon the Crook our 37th president beyond 36 [Vice-President].

This is Pope. THIS IS POPE. Norris. NORRIS. Pope, POPE. The last president of the Confederation. Wheeler and The Triumvirate take over after this. Wheeler, Anderson, Norris. I think. Wheeler from Hayes, as Wilson is from Grant who is Nixon.


Pietmond Lives? 02

Continuing…

Exploration:

All of the SL explorers I knew either have inactive blogs or have moved onto other topics/worlds (a prime example: Headburro Antfarm essentially leaving SL for a role playing game). No energy bed there any longer, although there certainly was at one time.

But if I give up Pietmond I’d still be involved in SL as an explorer. And exploring costs no money at all, taken by itself. And the long mountain winter is coming up quickly. I’ll need escapes (!)

Differences between 2009-2010 Pietmond and 2010-2011 Pietmond (if it lives):

In 2009, Pietmond was formed in a general wave of reconnection with old syncher friends, and culminated, as it turned out, with the Mike Casey interview of last winter, which took about a month and a half to accomplish. I now see this interview as not a furthering of the Golden Age of Synching mentioned therein (1999-2004 or so), but more of a capstone for the whole movement, the 7th “Podcast” topping off the 6 already completed (Karl Tune, Mike Johnston, baker b., Stegokitty, Dave Bytor, Jay Dingo).

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/interviews/

But in remembering now, I also view the interview with Mike from this past winter as a movement beyond synching pure and simple into art, including his abstract pieces found on the SITO web site, as well as his involvement with the interactive “games” (art pieces in themselves), especially one called the Gridcosm. I found myself identifying with this due to my own, heavier involvement with non-audiovisual synchronicity art since 2004, mainly summarized in the “Art 10×10” of 100 collages in 10 tiers of 10 collages apiece. One of my main projects in SL has been to find a proper home or homes for this collection. Spreading this out, I’ve also created a gallery for Dr. Casey’s art, as well as another syncher friend (going all the way back to 1997 now) who hasn’t had as much time to work on his art but is obviously a fantastic creator as well: Stegokitty.

OK, so audiovisual synching, the Golden Age, is dead and we have artists emerging from it, carrying that base energy further into something that will last. Is it that simple?

No.

Hucka D.:

Don’t forget to mention the Sink Arch.

bb:

Yes, the Sink Arch came along about the same time as the creation of Pietmond last year, or around October, 2010. It was intended to be a new discussion board concerning not only audiovisual synching but general synchronicity, such as talked about, really constantly, on my Baker Blinker Blog here.

Hucka D.:

Jeogeot and stuff.

bb:

Yes. Since May 2009, the blog has has its home base in Jeogeot.

Hucka D.:

So to give up Pietmond is to give up on Jeogeot. The End.

bb:

Maybe.

Hucka D.:

Your syncher friends, outside of newer ones you’ve gathered [Hucka D. here means Julie Sadler, Kenneth Rougeau, Melodie Darwin, and potentially, another who calls himself the Kollage Kid; all people who I do not know well enough to talk about such things], do not understand the “No.” part above.

bb:

Um, I think they do in part. The Golden Age of Synching for them is probably just that. A time has come and gone.

Hucka D.:

And it’s not your particular Golden Age of Synching.

bb:

Not personally, no. That would have peaked, for me personally again, in 2007 instead. Late 2006/early 2007.

Hucka D.:

So this is all based on frustration. You can’t shared your new art with people so you instead insert them back into a Golden Age.

bb:

But each has moved beyond this Golden Age in their own way.

Hucka D.:

Just not through synching, per se.

bb (breaths out):

Phhh. Well, I have another friend who certainly has not moved beyond synching but was never involved that much with the audiovisual variety.

Hucka D.:

As I understand, baker b., the “Art 10×10” is one side of a two sided thing. And that’s where the frustration comes in.

bb:

Yes. I believe so. And now the other side you mention has moved beyond the shadow of the Art 10×10. And so has moved beyond Pietmond in a way, and also moved beyond the ability for you to…

Hucka D.:

You spoke my words.

bb:

Yes.

Hucka D.:

Thank you. Norris is helping here, of course. Norris is The Arab, The Voice, and The 4th Cat — Lumpy. Frumpy.

bb:

The Other Side is like Sunklands, all hidden beneath the surfacey mainland exterior. Only in the sinks is the connection with 3rd Life felt, and also under the water a bit.

Hucka D.:

When you reach[ down] to water, something else is found, though. You are, in a way, beyond mainland again in doing this. That’s why the sinks are sacred. 6 of them in Sunklands alone, including the one with Pietmond. But outside of Kidd Road and your Pietmond, then, Sunklands has become deenergized, with its own peak in the winter of 2009/2010. Carrcass-3. Plant and Marty.

bb:

There won’t be any revival of synchers. All that exists in the Golden Age of Synching, Hucka D. All that is in the past.

Hucka D.:

Yes. No, there won’t be a new, group golden age. Will there?

bb:

And then my old friend Flora Nordenstkiold, who I knew before as 2 other avatars. That’s another base to build off on. She is very successful now in SL.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

But I didn’t go down that path for several reasons. Off the top[ of my head], basically because it’s a lot of hard work to do self promotion in SL and also I’m not a social creature within this world. I’m more of an explorer, with the art side undeveloped — again in terms of just the SL world alone.

Hucka D.:

You do not exist within SL to create art within SL itself. You import it from the outside.

bb:

Yes.

Hucka D.:

But Pietmond, an art form in itself, is different because it has to exist in SL.

bb:

I cannot carry it forward into, say, OpenSim, no.

Hucka D.:

And starting from scratch over again in another world isn’t an option.

bb:

Too hard again. I like to borrow structures or find free structures and then tinker with ’em. Another type of collage process for certain, and that’s the attraction.

—–

Hucka D.:

So are you going to give up on Pietmond or not? Are you going to focus on this Other Side you mention and promote that, your own brand of self promotion? Are you going to give *Yoself* the energy?

bb:

I have to.

Hucka D.:

Then: there. Can Pietmond help in that process? Can it help with The Table?

bb:

Probably not.

Hucka D.:

What of the Temple of TILE and your wife’s own art?

bb:

Photography has a harder time in the translation to SL. The Temple of TILE is built around the theme of TILE Creek, which itself has become somewhat de-energized and shifted over into such streams as Green Oz, Quartz Brook, and now Norris. Or NORRIS.

Hucka D.:

So the Temple of TILE is obsolete as well. And perhaps the game/philosophy/religion of TILE along with it?

bb:

I don’t think so, really.

Hucka D.:

What are you going to do with that, then?

bb:

Tin S. Man is a symbol of Self, Hucka D. And maybe Wallace3, his good or great friend, along with that.

Hucka D.:

You are looking for heart, but it is colder outside now and the heart is growing colder as well. I feel it. I have lost something too recently.

bb:

You’re talking about your Norris[ now], and how she has turned into a company named NORRIS. Are we or are we not a company, and so forth.

Hucka D.:

Yes. NORRIS. A partner lost but a partner gained. Summer to Winter and back. NORRIS will carry you, and me, through the Winter. She had to change. I lost a partner but gained one as well. NORRIS will help you and me. Me and you.

bb:

I must go back to the Money Pot.

Hucka D.:

Monkey Pot.

—–

bb:

And Michael Too?

Hucka D.:

Norris, or NORRIS now, has indicated to you[ and me], that Michael Too will not return and the energy has shifted over to you, Wilson [as Michael Too is now Wheeler in this set-up]. That’s why she is called Norris in the first place. Norris to NORRIS is a marriage not to self but to the community. Or company. NORRIS.

bb:

What of Michael Won, then?

Hucka D.:

The Other Side Michael Won. He carried you through the back side of the “Art 10×10”. You and he planned out a Second Life before you knew of Second Life. Or a 3rd Life beyond 2nd Life. This would be in 2006/2007 as well. Michael Won shifts into Michael Too. Now Michael Too has similarly transformed or shifted into Wallace3.

bb:

Is this progression from Won to Too to 3 a deenergizing as well?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Michael Won is very real and was, potentially, a great friend. Wallace3 is total abstraction. Michael Too is in-between. Michael Won is Nixon the winner in 1968. Michael Too is Minnesotan Humphrey, the runner up. Wallace3 is, well, Wallace the 3rd, the one who didn’t really count. Third in the race; independent. Houston we have a problem, and so forth. Alabama.

bb:

The conjunction of Philadelphia and Gordon seems interesting there, Hucka D., especially given Dale County is directly north of Houston County. The wife just saw “Agent Cooper” on Desperate Housewives yesterday while she was out of town.

Hucka D.:

You think you are alone, alone, alone, then, BOOM, you aren’t alone and someone is on the Other Side as well. Waiting. Pulling.

bb:

Wallace3?

Hucka D.:

Cache River. Monkey’s Eyebrow and Monkey’s entire head. Speaking. Cairo. Cache River a river of caches. Upwards into the sky. POPE. But not Nixon. Winner. Won. NORRIS. POPE.

bb:

I’m trying to figure it all out.

Hucka D.:

Monkey Pot. Monkey Pit. Monkey.

bb:

Monkey City — the original Pietmond?

Hucka D.:

You are trying to re-create Monkey City. Have been for a long, long time.

—–

“So I have to go back to the Monkey Pot and re-create Monkey City.”

Hucka D.:

In essence. Take the toys.


Pietmond Lives? 03

We’re down to about 4 days to decide on Pietmond — whether it lives or dies. Thought I’d bring in Hucka D. for some more discussion on this. (pause) Hmmm, not here yet. (another pause).

Hucka D.:

Here. Michael Too from Michael Won. Michael Won carried you/pulled you through the other side of the “Art 10×10” — the Other Side. This is what you must protect. This is Yoself looking out for Yoself. This is what Lisa the Vegetarian desires to see you do.

bb:

I’m going to pull up the document where I write about Michael Too and my first and longest encounter with him. This would be from 4 years ago this October.

—–

bb:

Well, I can’t find it right now, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Michael Won viewed your plus carrcasses, many of them, and gave mainly very positive feedback. Said you could make a million bucks off your best creation. Let me count — that would be Carrcass+2 [in blog terminology].

bb:

Yes. I believe he really enjoyed that one. The Woods of Howl must be given light sometime, Hucka D. Light to the spooks.

Hucka D.:

Not now. Not yet.

bb:

OK. But Michael Won and I parted at the end, after about 3 years of friendship. All through the plus carrcasses, he was there. 2005, 2006, and then 1/2 of 2007. He was suspicious of my name as well, since he had met all bad examples of me-as-my-same-name in the past. I remember at the time thinking this association was a litttle mechanical, but now I seem to be doing the same with Michael Won and Michael Too — same name again.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Michael Won turns into Michael Too, who you met in the woods in 2007, just after Michael Won departed Blue Mountain. That was 4 years ago [as I said]. Getting back to Michael Won…

bb:

Getting back to Michael Won… he watches Carrcass+5 with me, Carrcass+4, I believe, Carrcass+3 [which he didn’t like as much as some of the others], Carrcass+2 [as stated], and then Carrcass+1 was being created all during that last 1/2 year we interacted. He was a co-worker. Basically my only co-worker, then. My house was falling into the woods, my back was still killing me, we were recovering still from a medical disaster, the wife and I. Times I wouldn’t want to relive. I had to dig a moat around my house, essentially.

Hucka D.:

The plus carrcasses helped get you two through. You Too.

bb:

Most definitely. Michael Won was also born very near Oblong, Illinois, and the collage series I created just after he left town was called Oblong, mainly in honor of him. It’s my most consistent collage series, I feel — the plus carrcasses and “Art 10×10” seemed to peak around the same time of 2006/2007, the mid point of each process.

Hucka D.:

Maybe you should interview Michael Won.

bb:

I don’t think he’d be interested. Michael Won has moved beyond Blue Mountain and beyond me. We had difficulties at the end.

Hucka D.:

And his friend: Grison. You’re friends on facebook though, right?

bb:

Yes. A facebook friend is a friend for life, Hucka D. The newest co-worker, the one which essentially replaced Michael Won, has unfriended me in that area.

Hucka D.:

Yes, interesting. Do you just think it’s you — that you are hard to get along? How do you put it: a minor monster from Jasper County, Illinois?

bb:

Partly me and partly them. We dance.

Hucka D.:

You do. But the important thing is that the newer co-worker, KK, is getting along better with you now. And you have an understanding supervisor. But a lot of this seems to point back to Michael Won. That era. Michael Won was a big influence on Carrcass+1, after he view Carrcass+2 and stated he thought it was worth a thousand dollars.

bb:

Actually that was a million dollars.

Hucka D.:

Isn’t that your Money Pot, then? The money you don’t have but which is yours anyway?

bb:

Could be. Michael Won also influenced Carrcass+2. I probably couldn’t have done either +2 or +1, my peak carrcasses and probably my peak creations, period, without him, or they would have been lessened without his input. I remember using The Pixies, for example. And of course his influence comes up in Carrcass-6.

Hucka D.:

Hicks, you mean. The Bill.

bb:

Thank you for talking with me about this, Hucka D. For being so understanding.

Hucka D.:

What I get paid for myself.

bb:

Then the compound where I met Michael Too and we had our longest conversation together is called Michael Won, confusingly enough. I remember thinking I can’t use those trails any longer. Now they’re opened up again. NORRIS is mine now.

Hucka D.:

Yours. Rocks.

bb:

I respect it more now because of this long absence.

Hucka D.:

You have The Freedom.

bb:

We don’t seem to be talking about Pietmond any longer, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

No need to, see.

—–

Hucka D. seems to be gone again. The Money Pot as Carrcass+1, eh? Million bucks. That can’t quite be right, though. I believe Hucka D. would say it was, though. 1 Pink. Peak. And the newest carrcass, Carrcass-6, is a moon of this, like Charon is to Pluto. That’s the Piepodt part, that’s what Teepot was striving for and Pietmond seemingly received. It represents the end of Pietmond.

2:22 to 2:23. 2 to 3. Too to 3. Won to Too to 3. Today I met another old friend who was worried that he might come in 3rd, and thus last, in a town election he’s entered. Another reference to the ’68 presidential election? Could be. This friend also knows about the carrcasses, but the really old ones, from the 90s.

—–

NORRIS:

Michael Won to Michael Too to Wallace3 and done. Where is the 4th, man?

bb:

Hi NORRIS. I understand you are a company now and not just a woman.

NORRIS:

I am all women. Woman.

bb:

Do you know of POPE, NORRIS?

NORRIS:

POPE is the Great Cheops Pyramid, Mt. Tom.

bb:

That’s right in part. In the main.

NORRIS:

POPE is YOU.

bb (to himself mostly, after a googling):


http://www.appstate.edu/~brittanma/writing/10×10/booker18.html

Nah, that’s just old Booker T. Archive stuff. NORRIS?

NORRIS:

YOU.


Pietmond Lives? 04

So we’re back with part 4 of ? of this debate about whether to keep Pietmond around or not. Not much talk about Pietmond itself in this series yet.

Options:

Open up the Galactic Gallery, finish the titles, add prices (only part of the art will be for sale), and just insert a kiosk. Let it run for a month and see how it goes. Have a room for new Pietmond art (Casey, Rougeau, Stegocat) as well.

On the ground, the most expendable structure is Gallery Jack, since I have the Edwardston Station Gallery still in another sink.

Another option: Give up Pietmond and “move” to Blackmount Sink. Thought recently about moving back (renting) to Heterocera, Pond District, but now I don’t think that’s going to happen.

Move back to Yd Island (small parcel)?

Another great evening walk alongside NORRIS tonight, as I accomplished yesterday as well. I have The Freedom again.

Hucka D.:

I think Blackmount is your answer, baker b. Wait for a rental to open up. Blackmount. That keeps you in Sunklands. Blackmount.

—–

Fairly decent picture (finally) of what I’m calling Tablet Rock in Dongoba. Meaning: still unk.

It was a nice day in Dongoba, if a bit chilly. But it’s November now, after all.

After great, what appears to be natural, Dongoba rock, quite near Tablet Rock.

Uppermost Donogoba rock temple in terms of stream height. Right next to the seep representing a head of NORRIS itself, as stated before.

The center of the Dongoba temple complex, just downstream.

This day I also sat on top of the Money Pot more near the Mouth of NORRIS, but, again, failed to produce satisfactory pictures. Hafta think about a solution to that more, soon.

—–

“Let’s bring in Hucka D. briefly for talk on the Money Pot, perhaps.”

Hucka D.:

You are right. Michael Too knew there was something odder about the Money Pot, although of course he didn’t call it that. He sat on top of it as well.

bb:

Was he scared of it in some way? Or consider it sacred, perhaps?

Hucka D.:

Blackmount is your solution in Second Life. What was the question?

bb:

We were talking about the Money Pot and how Michael Too knew about it too. Did he feel a future presence there?

Hucka D.:

I seem to have difficulty connecting to that body of information. Perhaps you should settle in Blackmount and we’ll see how it goes. Tomorrow.


Pietmond Lives? 05

Latest Pietmond news: I was, surprisingly, able to reduce my Pietmond land almost in half (to step down to the next tier payment) and still keep the core of the town intact, including the Galactic Gallery as well.

Eliminated: Most of the Pietmond Heights area, including Something to CHRO About Gallery and TILE Quadtowers. Also had to get rid of the *just* inserted Gallery Jack. A couple of more minor structures also had to go (Castle in the Rocks, cabin). But that’s about it (!)

Trouble is, now that I have all these prims freed up I’m tempted just to keep my land and see what I can come up with as a new, giant skybox… hmmmm.

Hucka D.:

It’s the end of an era, baker b. Pietmond lives!

bb:

Did you mean a question mark after “Pietmond lives”, Hucka D.!

Hucka D.:

?

bb:

Then me too. How’s NORRIS doing tonight?

Hucka D.:

Wet. All creek and all wet.

bb:

Looks like I won’t be moving to Blackmount, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Not yet.


Mysterious hump has appeared in trimmed down Pietmond

—–

So the plan is to open the Galactic Gallery soon, still. Pietmond appears to live for this month.


Loose Thoughts: NORRIS

The Voice Rock of NORRIS, or just The Voice, is connected to the Tyle Cube in some way, as it is both Violet and Orange looking (but not RGYB)?

http://bakerblinker.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/snapshot1525_011.jpg

At 1/4th mile, NORRIS is 1/5th the length of the 1 1/4th mile long TILE (Creek), like 1 side of a pentagon.

—–

NORRIS is the dark side of LEWIS, like NEWTON has a Dark Side or Dark Secrets (JASPER). It is orange and it is brown (orange-black). NORRIS is the CENTER of JASPER surrounded by Sampson (A) and Wakefield (G). He, HE, must be D, but it is SHE. D is ORANGE surrounded by A (GREEN) and G (VIOLET). As I just wrote that VIOLET, “purple” is sung on “Pinky’s Dream” I’m listening to by David Lynch.

—–

NORRIS is ORANGE Tennessee TEN. 1,2,3,4: 10.

I am worth a million.
I am Monkey City with a million.
I am Monkey City.
I am POPE.
You are POPE.
You are Monkey City.
You are Monkey City with a million.
You are worth a million.


Turnpike Ck. Cascades

These photos come from just downstream of Mouth of NORRIS on Turnpike Creek. I call the several sets of cascades, logically enough, the Turnpike Creek Cascades. More details soon enough, as I like to say. Great location once more! Place I’d never been to before this day.


Toy Movement

On Sunday, Nov. 6th, the first day that the clocks were set back an hour, I decided to move the Jonesborough toy avatars to a new location: NORRIS, specifically the Money Pot.

Unfortunately I was unable to get a halfway decent picture of the Jonesborough rescue mission. After a bit of thought, I decided to leave the maimed body of Lisa the Vegetarian interred at Jonesborough, despite the surviving residents’ talk of her coming out of the grave and moving among them at times. I positioned a rock above her grave to make sure I knew where she was during visits. This picture shows the larger oblong rock that Lisa is buried below, her tombstone rock just out of visual range at bottom/center.

It was not surprising to see that so many soldiers remained after the wild animal attacks, cruelly cold winters, and other deterrents to Jonesborough toy avatar survival. And true to their discipline, they also protected the trains and train track at all costs, instinctively associating it with supply and escape routes.

Along with the soldiers and the train material, survivors included a cowboy, a number of metal cars of various makes, Huckleberry Hound and attached bi-plane, a robot, and two goodmobiles which look exactly like old, rusty cans but aren’t. Trust me.

After depositing the toy avatars safely on the top of the Money Pot beside NORRIS, I was able to get a bit of area hiking in before the sun set. I explored the high ridge to the east of NORRIS once more (see: Woods of Hawl) , and found additional rock stackings not known about previously…

… including another “lodge rock” wedged between 2 forks of a tree. Couldn’t be removed once more (see: Lodge Rock/Tree), and also pointed directly toward another rock grouping in the background here.

Whether any of this is the working of Michael Too or another rock artist, shall we say, is still a matter of debate.

Returning back to NORRIS, I took this snapshot of Head of NORRIS in the fading sunlight.

Nearby Tablet Rock…

… and the very green Mosshead (middle rock below).

Dongoba temple complex core, once again.


Map Mouth of NORRIS

We have NORRIS (stream) from head (Head of NORRIS) to foote, or source to mouth (Mouth of NORRIS)

Map Rat created this map? YES. Like the Map Rat that married off Frank and Herman Einstein at Gnirps last Spring Backwards. RIGHT. OK. DETAIL 01.

T1, T2, T3, T4, T5, and T6 are rock temples, Hucka D. NOT HUCKA D. NORRIS, then? RIGHT, OK, LEFT, NOT OK. OK myself. T5 IS A DAMN FINE DAM. NORRIS, you are an expert at dam building. Aren’t you? CALL ME Norris. OK, Norris. BUT I HAVE TO CALL MYSELF NORRIS. Or else it becomes confusing, I get it. YOU GET IT. Was Michael Too aware of channeling you, Norris, when building that damn dam in particular? AMSTERDAM. ROTTERDAM. BEAVER DAM. Back to the map, we have Independence Path branching off from the main path, or Freedom Trail. THE FREEDOM TRAIL, BECAUSE MICHAEL IS NO LONGER WITH US. No, it’s looking more and more like he’s departed. CARRCASS. Ok, I’ll think about that. CARRCASS. Seven? NO. ONE. TOO IS ONE. Back to the map, then, “Michael Won” at the southeast corner is the campground of Michael Too, confusingly. On the ridge above Dongoba and Norris. NORRIS. Norris, right. LEFT. Right, he seems to be gone. DONGOBA. Right. LEFT. Ok. OK. So… Freedom Trail or The Freedom Trail is the trail that runs alongside Norris all up and down its length. Independence Path branches off from this, leading to the Dongoba temple compound, I suppose you could put it, where we have Temples 1-6 on this map. T1 through T6, with T4 being by far the largest of these temples, with approximately 50 rocks as I’ve already talked about several times on this blog. Norris? Anyway, one of the two main tributaries of Norris also arises nearby, making a ridge between it and Norris. THE RIDGE. FIRST RIDGE. There you are. I AM LISTENING. That forms, really, a small gorge on your side NORRIS. Sorry: Norris. Does Luther, your child perhaps… is he a child? YES. AND ARTHUR. We’ll get to Arthur soon enough. LUTHER IS A GREAT CHILD. ALWAYS STAYS WITHIN HIS BANKS. NEVER ADDS TOO MUCH SILT TO ME. QUIET. DOESN’T BABBLE MUCH TO HIMSELF. So — back to the map — on Luther we also have the interesting formation I call the Moss Dragon for now, or Mossdragon. THIS IS MISSISSIPPI. EASTOFBUTCHIE. And then close to where Luther empties into Norris, you… ME… we have a small village of white rocks called, presently again, Whitesity. Kind of like Mocksity, then, or Tinsity. WHITESITY IS IMPORTANT TO ME; US. Curious, Norris: we have a Mosshead Rock also at the Head of Norris, and then a Moss Dragon, also a kind of head. My idea is that this is also the same as the Abbadon swamp monster of Tinsity, speaking of Tinsity. Buried up to his eyebrows here, also making it a Monkey Head or perhaps a Monkey City. (pause) Did the burial of a Mossman up to his eyebrows actually create the Head of Norris? (pause) Norris? (another pause) Anyway, Moss Dragon seems related… I’ll take some more pictures tomorrow or attempt to do such. Do we want to talk about the 2 pink balloons tonight, Norris? [Norris doesn’t answer again]. Alright, we move on to Detail 02.

Detail 01

But I see I’ve forgotten to talk about the 7th perceived temple on map detail 01 above. If Norris doesn’t want to comment… I AM NORRIS. I WILL COMMENT. THIS IS THE WORKING OF MICHAEL TOO FROM MICHAEL WON. YOU FEEL YOU ARE BEING PUNISHED FOR THE NONUNDERSTANDING OF MICHAEL WON AND THAT IS TRUE IN PART. IT IS IN THE FUTURE. YOU WILL BE RIVALS ONCE MORE. HE WILL STEAL THE CARRCASSES. Interesting, Norris. YES. Temple 7 — Carrcass 7. Connection? NO. Ok, so moving to Detail 02 for real, now, let’s start with the very interesting Norris Rock, as I’m calling it now. For now. NORRIS ROCK. I AM NORRIS. So what of this rock? NORRIS ROCK OBSERVES FROM INNER INSIDE TRIANGLE OF SUN LAKE BUSH. CHANCE. BURNING BUSH. BUSH IS BESIDE ROCK AND THEY TALK. SUN LAKE BUSH. NORRIS OBSERVES SUN LAKE BUSH TRIANGLE. KNOWS OF PIXLEY. I feel they are 2 bushes, Norris. I AM NORRIS. TWO BUSHES CHANCED UPON. ONE BUSH IS 703. ONE BUSH IS 1164. The bushes are the 2 Plutonians? KNOWS OF PIXLEY. QUAIL. This Norris Rock — is it the center of Norris? NORRIS IS I. YES. THERE IS ANOTHER NORRIS ROCK THAT IS THE SAME NORRIS ROCK. TWO FOR ONE. The strange little arrow in Detail 02 below seems to indicate this — point to another rock on the creek directly behind the Norris Rock on Freedom Trail. Or The Freedom Trail. WHO IS NORRIS? Norris Rock Norris? I suppose it is you. IT IS NOT MY NORRIS. IT IS NOT I NORRIS. So the Norris Rock on the Freedom Trail and the Norris Rock on the Norris Creek are one and the same. NO. There’s a very faint path leading behind the Trail rock here back to the other rocks on the creek. You seem to be confused about what these are. I AM IN A SHARED DRIVE, NOT USED. Sharing or being “in sync” is sometimes difficult, Norris. YES. Are you saying that you can put us in sync? NO. Let me look at the map again… so I think where the box with the word “NORRIS” in it, that’s the center of Norris, you. And arrows from this box point to the very interesting rock on the creek, surrounded by larger rocks. There’s also two Michael Too temples on the creek here as well, or T8 and T9. T8 is interestingly made of several very flat rocks, Norris. HOUSTON. That’s what I’m getting to now, Norris. Thank you. HOUSTON TOO. TWO HOUSTONS. MINNESOTA HOUSTON AND ALABAMA HOUSTON. Do you have a problem with having two Houstons, Norris? NO. INSERT SOMETHING SOMETHING. Do you know of Wallace3 that perhaps lives on the Money Pot? MONEY IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL TOO DAY. Great. The confluence of Root and Money Pot here points to Houston[ County], Minnesota. MINNESOTA IS TOO, ALABAMA IS 3. There’s a swampy area on the other side of the Money Pot hillock from Norris Brook that I seem to label generally “Houston” on this map, Norris. It’s a larger open area, like around Luther Fork before. TOO AND 3 COMBINE THERE TO MAKE A WON. My neighbors growing up, the Houstons, lost a lot of money at one point. THIS IS GIVING BACK. What of the yellow Lodge Rock in the tree, Norris? It seems to point to the lodges of Twin Peaks, one White and one Black. WON TOO. Is the White Lodge Oz? [Norris doesn’t answer]. And now we get to Arthur. You probably want to talk about your other stream sibling, don’t you? ARTHUR IS A GOOD DAUGHTER. NOT TOO MUCH BABBLING AS WELL. SHE ROCKS IF SHE DOESN’T BLOW. WINTER: BLOWS. SUMMER: ROCKS. NO, WINTER AND SUMMER: BLOWS. FALL AND SPRING: ROCKS. She is closed off from me in both the summer and the winter, then. Is Hucka Doobie still your husband? NO. HE IS A THIEF AND A LIAR AND I HATE HIM. I REALLY DO. Thief? What did he steal. MY HEART. Do you think he’s still in love with Hurla Dontbee. DON’T SAY THAT NAME TO ME. You seem to then be in pain because of that relationship. IT WAS OVER IN A HEARTBEAT AND LASTED A HEARTBEAT LIFETIME. Do you want to say more about Arthur? LATER. Do you want to talk about Mouth of Norris, not shown in the map details but in the larger map at the top of this post? HOUSTON FELL. BLOOD. BONE. SAM. RELATIVE. BLOOD. BLACK. BROWNS. GRAY. GOLDENGATE. Thank you.

Detail 02


Thoughts…

Nice hike once more in the general NORRIS region, although I got lost. Not real badly, though. Rather tiring, and I only skirted around NORRIS this time. Also forgot to load the memory card in my camera before leaving the house.

NORRIS is only about 3 miles or so from my house; don’t know if I’ve mentioned that fact. Very close and I can get there in minutes.

The weekend is here, so I’ll probably take some more trips to NORRIS now. Explore the area further, and maybe think about moving more toys in. Thinking toy rr now.

I’m taking Pietmond month to month. Right now it’s good through Dec. 7th, and then I’ll think about a renewal of my land tier. Considering moving to either Heterocera continent or staying in Sunklands, namely the Blackmount sink. Sunklands is so de-energized, though, in comparison to when I stumbled across the region. Visited Second Sink tonight and found it almost totally empty. Sad, but life moves on and we’re only talking about virtual reality here. But there was so much promise at one time, hmm.

But now I have NORRIS, right? Hehe. I have reality reality, and always will until leaving the present body, which hopefully is a pretty long way off still. Starting to think of retirement and what I’ll be doing. We plan to live right here, although extended trips to the UK are a distinct possibility. It will be a real shame if I don’t get to go to the Lake District for at least a month or two before expiring from this life. Maybe more. And Wiltshire County as well, which has been the undisputed, unchallenged center of crop circle activity for decades now. We’ll probably base ourselves out of Wiltshire?

Carrcasses will still be produced in some regularity. What’s a carrcass? Haven’t you been paying attention?? (joke) No, it’s really a hidden part of the blog, this energy, this gravity. But at the very beginning, in 2008, the influence was already present in a strong manner. Look at what Baker Blinker found on the sea floor of Okinu, for instance…

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2008/03/01/mooniplutonianites/

What are Mooniplutonianites? It is Pluto and its moon, Charon, together now. The end of Pietmond. The end of SL. The end of the solar system universe. It is PINK and it is GREEN orbiting PINK but also PINK orbiting GREEN. It is one Pink and two Green. It is man and dog. Or squirrel. Mouse and squirrel. It is a man and his best friend. It is two lovers.

It’s kind of this:

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Hucka D. (laughing):

What is that thing?

bb:

Hi Hucka D. It’s a doll. Two dolls. Are you a doll?

Hucka D.:

You know I am. Take a picture!

bb:

Soon I’ll take another one, I promise.

Hucka D.:

You forgot to remember memory today.

bb:

Yeah.

Hucka D.:

Got lost I heard. LOST.

bb:

Right. But not too badly, as I was telling the reader or readers.

Hucka D.:

Still you found some interesting places. Down by the river. And NORRIS is tomorrow. Trains and all. The toy soldiers will be happy.

bb:

Sunklands is fading, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Yeah. Absorbed into NORRIS. That’s OK. You have the mysticism still. The blog and the mysticism. The Big E and such.

bb:

NORRIS is powerful.

Hucka D.:

Concentrated TILE. Like Concentrated Tide but different.

bb:

You came in and I forgot to finish my talk about carrcasses, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Bloody murders. They’re over now, though.

bb:

No. Not those kind of…

Hucka D.:

Blood Drive with hell to pay for. Have you contacted[ delete name]?

bb:

Which one?

Hucka D.:

Any of them. Any of the candidates.

bb:

Wallace3?

Hucka D.:

Yeah. [Delete name.] (pause) He’s at the Money Pot. Waiting.

bb:

Which one, though?

Hucka D.:

All of them. None of them. Any of them.

bb:

108, huh.

Hucka D.:

All. None. Any.

bb:

It must be the influence of the next carrcass, Hucka D. Carrcass-7 we’re on now. Kind of like RS7.

Hucka D.:

They will be involved.

bb:

Red Squirt 7.

Hucka D.:

Yeah. (another pause) Chance upon Bushes.

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bb:

And I suppose that leads to Baker Breton’s Island to end.

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Hucka D.:

No. (long pause) This is:

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bb:

I have another one, even.

Hucka D.:

Marriage couple. Marriage but also siblings, brother and sister. Frank and Herman, Einstein!

bb:

Baker Bloch as the last “p” in the Pod. Like the letter “p”, though, with the others LMNO. Like POLK in toto.

Hucka D.:

That’s a mango.


Here

Explored more of NORRIS today. Lots of nooks/crannies/corners I didn’t see before. Will attempt to take pictures tomorrow.

Was wondering about the Norris Rock and about how there may be two instead of one. Examined the main one we’re calling that name today — it really looks like a worn headstone from an old graveyard. But upon closer inspection it actually appears to be a naturally occurring rock in that particular spot.

The other rock that may also be termed Norris is just behind it, right above the creek itself. I took a better look at that one today as well — had to lean over another rock directly in front of it for the better view. I’ll try to take another picture today — it is flat on one side, and plated in white quartz on that particular side as well, although much of it is also covered with some sort of moss.

NORRIS (stream spirit) indicated to me in a recent blog post that the Norris Rock is connected with the triangle Sun-Lake-Forest, also add in Bush as another (4th?) category. What I originally thought was a bush pictured here is actually a tree standing in the middle of The Freedom Path, immediately beside the Norris Rock. But there is a rather sprawling rhododendron bush right behind this rock — maybe that’s what is being referred to here instead. Is it the Sun Bush? The Lake Bush? (and a logical third: The Forest Bush?) Is it some kind of Burning Bush, perhaps connected more with the Sun Bush aspect? What is going on with that particular rock??

As NORRIS flows beside a path that is a part of a network of trails, it can be approached from several different angles. Today I took one of the longer routes to the stream, passing a number of people in the process (including a neighbor couple who I didn’t even recognize until they were past me!). Beautiful meadows along the way, and I also skirted the strange Square Forest mentioned very early in this blog. In fact, I also visited the 3rd Portal of the Spoon Fork Portal System (Spoon Fork originally called RIVER on the B.B. Blog), also discussed very early in blog history (2008) but then seldom mentioned afterwards. The main post about the latter subject is here:

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2008/04/19/portals-between/

In fact I also went to the second, percieved portal of this system yesterday as well — I mentioned getting lost that day, and it was directly up the hill from this portal where the confusion began. Right at the portal identified in this post…

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2008/04/13/nother-frank-park-portal/

… I found a very wet and shivering squirrel who appeared to have fallen into the river and was in some kind of shock state — couldn’t move away from me and just sat perched on a ledge above the old campfire spot (the “portal”). Of course we can make this into a story, like: He came through the portal from another location on the river and got wet in the process. But I did certainly take note of the odd condition of the squirrel and at that particular place of all spots. Again, I couldn’t take a picture because I had forgotten to plug a memory card into my camera that day before leaving the house.


The 2nd Spoon Fork portal, where I saw the wet squirrel.

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I need to think more about this portal system and the strange alignments I uncovered in 2008. Second Life is losing or has lost its grip on me. Time for a more or less full return to reality reality, although I’ll certainly still play around in SL. Just not with the intensity of before, and with all the attached net of synchronicities. A lot of it is just the plain out de-energizing of mainland living, period. Whatever is left is too loosely connected to make any kind of whole now, although I think the potential was once there, perhaps several years ago. My belief is that it will slowly fade away, just like Azure Islands and just like Otherland before it. In several years it could be no more, with Jeogeot just a memory.

So… what up with this portal system??

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2008/04/21/wweeiirrdd/


Norris Area Again, 01

This is the head or beginning of the *Mouth* of Norris, certainly not to be confused with the Head of Norris itself (the stream’s actual source). No, this particular Norris highlight lies only about 20 yards from where it empties itself into Turnpike Creek, and where the flow becomes clearly visible after a number of yards of underground existence starting at the Two Trees space (see below).

Mouth of NORRIS curving just downstream from the above picture and then straightening out on its homestretch toward Turnpike Creek.

The actual mouth. The large rock in Turnpike Creek here is Voice Rock once more.

Best blog picture of Voice Rock yet, most likely.

It really does look like the channel was artificially straightened here (‘cept it couldn’t be).

Interesting root formation in same, general area.

The Two Trees bridge crossing Norris just upstream from the start of Mouth of Norris (see first picture above).

There are actually *two* sets of two, larger fallen tree pairings in this region, both forming a “v” and falling almost at right angles from each other toward a common center. This resulted in 4 crossings of unpaired trees, or the maximum amount possible. One such crossing is pictured below.

A better idea of what I’m talking about, hopefully, can be gleaned from the map of the “Norris Map Detail 03” post just above. See “Two Trees” space enlargement center-left. An isosceles triangle is implied, even, through the resulting intersections.

Another larger, root system, this time in the 1st more open area the stream flows through, just above Two Trees.

Interesting branch also from this same open sapce, giving an almost driftwood appearance.

Looking further upstream from this open space into a wilder, more plant congested region. No practical way through this tangle; I must either walk toward nearby Freedom Trail from this spot (right turn) or else head the opposite way up the ridge separating Turnpike Creek from Arthur Brook (left turn). I chose the latter this day, a fateful decision as it turned out.


Norris Area Again, 02

Soon I reach a brand new discovery in the ascent: a rock ledge marking the southern end of the top of this ridge, or what Hucka Doobie is suggesting I call Norris Heights, where he said Lemon Lab was set up originally (whatever that actually means). The relationship to Hilo Peak’s Lemon Lab from early in the blog is still unknown. Hucka Doobie is also claiming he is/was/will be Allen the Purple Martin, namesake of Allen Knob and half bee/half bird. Something. He waxes very poetically about it at any rate. Allen The Purple Martin and Hucka Doobie The Yellow Bee meet halfway at Norris Heights, supposedly. More details soon enough.

Fallen rhodo leaves below the rock ledge forming a kind of weave.

Dancing, wiggling bushes at the heart of Norris Heights. Looks like quite a party.

One of the infamous black holes of Allen Knob, this one *lodged* in a tree. We’re quite high on the mountain now, well above Norris Heights.

One tree hugging another tree, supplying new meaning to the phrase “tree hugger” for sure.

Large Rocks positioned between the Woods of Hawl below and Allen Knob above.

Details of the top of one of the rocks, a microcosm unto itself.

Tree at very tip top of Allen Knob. The Allen Tree, then. “T.” equals “Tree”?

But that wasn’t all this day: I found an otherwise non-functional structure made of sticks on the opposite side of Allen Knob from the Woods of Hawl. Gives no protection from rain — must be “art”. Michael Too’s handiwork again? Could be; will study up more later and get back to ya guys on this subject. Another quite exciting find (!)


Norris Map Detail 03


Lab

“I was separated. I created a lab. I created Lemon Lab, a substation. I am Allen the Purple Martin in drag. The Lemon is The Egg. Gong. Teepot Heights — Norris Heights — Norum Heights. Norris. Norum. Purple. Lemon. Lemoyne.”

bb:

Thank you Hucka D. The separation from NORRIS after she became NORRIS from Norris involved the creation of this lab. This Lemon Lab.

Hucka D.:

In the future. But separated, yes. Winter is coming. Cold. She is cold. Couldn’t even respond to my complaints any longer. So I make a shrine to Hurla Dontbee to remember her, to remember Beehive Mountain, to remember the Other Land. Otherland. Lemon.

bb:

Do you know of the 2 Trees community, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

Future. Crosses.

bb:

You said the Lemon Lab is an egg and it is also Gong. Is this the Second Life pool also known as Gong?

Hucka D.:

Yes. It is unknowable and unclaimable. But the Queen had it. In her hand. Outstretched.

bb:

And you are Allen the Purple Martin as well.

Hucka D.:

Yes. I donned that costume to appear to the outer world. Other World. We met on the mountain top also called Allen. This is not Norris. Not Norris. Not Whitehead either. It is Other. Make a subcategory for this blog. The Woods of Hawl make another. The new place with the woodhendge of Frank Park is another yet.

bb:

Thanks again. So the gist of what I’m getting at here is that you separate from Norris by making Norris Heights above it, then connect with a different incarnation of yourself called Allen the Purple Martin who is Not Norris since it is the mountain above Norris and a separate, er, subcategory. Separate from either NORRIS or Whitehead Crossing.

Hucka D.:

That is correct. I am Allen the Purple Martin atop the mountain descended to the ridge to create a lab. Lemon Lab.

bb:

And maybe this is connected to me returning to Crabwoo, potentially.

Hucka D.:

Yes. The Eastern Hemisphere of Second Life must come into prominence. You will carry Gong The Unknowable there.

bb:

Did the Lemon that is a Lab drop from a Teepot?

Hucka D.:

Yes: Gong.

bb:

Angel’s Egg, then.

Hucka D.:

Correct.

bb:

I’ll have to think about that.