Part 04


*Year* in Review

Been another good year. The dominant SL theme has been Pietmond, continued over from the second half of 2010. Right now the community energy seems to be peaking, once more, but still I’m not sure it will be around in the Spring. Each month before the tier payment comes due I evaluate its worth and make a judgment call.

Also big blog news this year is the surge of Real Life hiking posts and related theories/stories, specifically focusing on the protected lands of adjacent Frank and Herman Parks. Outside of Pietmond, my ties with the rest of Second Life have gradually faded, including the exploration of Jeogeot and other continents. The effect seems to be reciprocal to real life explorations, where new focal areas include Wealthy Mountain (Green Oz Creek, Michael Too, Quartz Brook), Norris Stream, and, most recently, Cache Creek.

Outside of the blog, another newsworthy item is increased activity in the direction of carcasses, which I will go ahead and state are really what I call audiovisual synchronicities. Two new, larger ones have been found in the summer and fall, or Carcass-5 and Carcass-6. This whole process still clearly came to a climax around the end of 2006/beginning of 2007, but the new work is a kind of second wind for me nonetheless. We’ll see if I can carry that momentum forward into 2012.

No collages created this year, excluding the carcasses. Blog writing continued at a steady pace of about 1 post per month on the average, down in the summer when I temporarily got rid of my Pietmond holdings, but now up again. I’ve also been re-reading my blog as a whole in the last several months.

Will miss Pietmond. Where is it all heading? Frank and Herman Parks and attached mythologies will continue to be strengthened and reinforced. Baker Bloch may even make a return trip to England. 🙂


“Going…

… to keep Pietmond for at least another month, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

Good. Big E?

bb:

Have any ideas?

Hucka D.:

Simple. Words[ to sims] don’t mean much. Easy to spot synchronicity like with Pietmond[ word].

—–

bb:

I’m really going to attempt to finish the norris Gallery next, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

That’s long term. That’s complex.

bb:

Great you and norris are back together. That’s norris with small letters, right?

Hucka D.:

Correct. She’s not really a company any more. Three’s a crowd again. She understands about Hurla Dontbee. She was just a ride. Otherland.

bb:

Want to talk about Burning Bush or Sun Bush or Son Bush?

Hucka D.:

It talks[ to you].

bb:

Hucka D., the main Dongoba Temple, the way I’ve mapped it out, has 3 levels of rocks, just like there are 3 levels or floors to the norris Temple that I’ve also directly identified with this rock temple.

Hucka D.:

Peewee Big.

bb:

Thanks. Little Big Hand.

Hucka D.:

Little Big Hand.

bb:

Perhaps interesting that “bush” or “senah” is a Biblical dis legomenon, that is, the word occurs only twice in the book, both where it describes a burning bush. In the Kerchal Forest very early on in the Baker Blinker Blog, Baker Blinker ran into or “chanced upon” [exactly] two bushes. And this has to directly with “Sun Bush”[ etc.]. High Bush, then, and Low Bush. Hilo.

Hucka D.:

It’s two numbers multiplied together to come 50 short of a Monster. That’s not chance.

bb:

I know, actually, of another dis legomenon: Herman.

Hucka D.:

That’s the Monster (!)

bb:

Herman Munster, then.

Hucka D.:

Yes (!) And Frank Einstein. Frank and Herman, Einstein (!)

bb:

And norris is in Frank Park, but very near Herman Park as well. Like Gnirps.

Hucka D.:

I couldn’t… sorry.

bb:

I couldn’t find a picture where Dreyfuss looks at the UFO and has to cover his eyes, Hucka D. The burning bush is the UFO, then.

Hucka D.:

Precisely. Counterpunch.

bb:

Counterpunch?

Hucka D.:

Mann’s Choice. Rain. Counterpunch. Graveyard. Open. Defeat of death. But defeat at price. A Herman Park price.

bb:

Priceless, then. Priceless decision.

—–

bb:

George *Burns* played God in Peewee Big, Hucka D. Mr. Burns often plays Satan on The Simpsons. He blocked out the Sun one time. George Burns as God made everyone his son in a famous scene from the movie.

Hucka D.:

Oh God, you mean.

bb:

The Son or Sun is the Little Big Hand. Big is the Universe governed by Laws of Einstein: Relativity. Small is the world of Quantum Physics. How to stitch the two together?

Hucka D.:

Monster. Monstrous.

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogon_people#Dogon_and_Sirius

bb:

Dogon sounds a lot like Dongoba. First 5 letters are the same. 50 year orbit for Sirius B — that’s how I chanced upon this.

—–

bb:

I wonder if the “high” and “low” refer to the chance of something occuring, like a high chance of Dogon contact with Sirians or a low chance of same. Two chances, two bushes. See if this works:

http://geonames.usgs.gov/pls/gnispublic/f?p=154:2:6127281305608553::NO:RP::

—–

bb;

Hmmm.

http://forums.bigfishgames.com/posts/list/170116.page

Hucka D.:

Rock pile.

bb:

But — of course (!) — Temple refers to Robert K. Temple, author of “The Sirius Mystery”, Hucka D. Dongoba Temple resonates with Dogon and Temple the author. Not necessarily a Dogon Temple.

Hucka D.:

Both. We better end soon.

bb;

Before I forget, there’s a Bush in Box Elder County near Tremonton. Tree. Bush. Then Box Elder, a small tree, almost a bush itself. Cache County next to it in Utah.

Hucka D.:

Crane shot. Expensive.

bb:

Portmantue as well.* Port Mandeaux.

Hucka D.:

That’s Carcassonne.

—–

*Secreek (to be continued?)


Pietmond Decision, 01

Now I’m pretty sure I want to hang onto Pietmond in January, but let’s talk about it.

Hucka D.:

Let us.

bb:

Hi, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Hello. Hey.

Carcassonne:

I am the all. I am this blog, these words. I am alpha, omega, points between. I am, you are. You is. I are.

bb:

Hi as well to you tonight, Carcassonne.

NORRIS:

Hey, baker Beach.

bb:

Quite a crowd tonight. Do you have… er, never mind.

Hucka D. (guessing what baker b. was going to say):

Hurla Dontbee back there? No need to shy away from the name, baker b. We’re all cool with it.

bb:

That right NORRIS? Can I call you just Norris? Can you hear my capitalization somehow?

NORRIS:

Norris is fine. norris is fine. NORRIS is OK.

bb:

What is your relationship, Norris, with Carcassonne?

Hucka D.:

We wish to talk more about Bobb tonight.

bb:

Bobb, great. I’m picking up, um, that she’s a cousin of Norris?

NORRIS:

Bobb is a relative.

bb:

About the same length, Probably about the same overall drop in elevation from source to mouth.

NORRIS (speaking the name of the community at her mouth):

Stype.

bb:

I really like a number of places on the creek. It is in Mythos. Mythopolis. It was another “surprise” hiking find this year. Who knew a found creek would come from the thought-of dead Mythos and Mythopolis?

NORRIS:

Bamboo.

bb:

Yes, let me list out the advantages to [exploring/grokking] Bobb. Obviously you should not feel slighted because of this NORRIS, because you are *the* new, sacred creek of this blog and of my creativity.

NORRIS:

No slight. (pause) Bamboo.

bb:

That the mouth of Bobb is in a bamboo grove is an advantage to Bobb, yes. And of course the attraction and also disattraction to Mythopolis as a whole is the warmer clime, with a growing season 6 weeks longer. In March, say, if it snows a ton in Blue Mountain, I can still go down and hike around Bobb, knowing that it will in all likelihood be snow free. That extends my own hiking season. So in the summer this is reversed, and Bobb most likely closes up around the end of March. I’ll provide some pictures of the place very soon, hopefully. (pause) Does Bobb have a voice on this blog as well?

NORRIS:

Yes. If you wish.

bb:

The horseshoe bend on Bobb near its mouth seems to be a center. In the middle of the bamboo grove as well. Does that particular place have a name?

[No one answers immediately]

bb:

Is Bobb hard to reach [ie, communicate with] because of the density of Mythopolis?

Hucka D.:

Bobb is a place you can use just in case you need it. Handy.

bb:

Handyland.

Hucka D.:

Yes (!)

—–

bb:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/techsoup/2267120499/

Interesting. A [Second Life avatar named] Handyland Fairymeadow quickly came up with a google image search, Hucka D.

The symmetrical sim to the one where he spoke about technological mashups in Second Life is called OneClimate Island, with a “50” on it. We spoke about the # 50 last night. And we were just speaking about the different climates of NORRIS and Bobb.

NORRIS:

Bobb and I are one climate.

bb:

Looking closer at the Second Life map, it’s really 350, but 50 stands out I feel. The “0” of 50 reminds me of Esbum Michigan’s Missing Piece [same shape].

—–

Here’s the story: Esbum Michigan didn’t die but piloted her Missing Piece, her sacred ship, to OneClimate and adjacent lands. The Missing Piece represents the number 50, like Sirius B.

Hucka D.:

Wrong. She rode a Bee to Handyland.

bb:

I’ve found Esbum Michigan. In Mythos!


Center, The

Is it chance that Baker Bloch can see Carcassonne from the Big Boy Temple and that’s about all.

Don’t ask him because he doesn’t know.

I AM NORRIS BUT I WILL SPEAK FOR CARCASSONNE. THE SACRED PLACE AT BOBB IS CARCASSONNE. YOU HAD TO EXTERIORIZE FROM BLUE MOUNTAIN TO FIND THE TRUE CENTER [OF PIETMOND]. IT HAD TO BE IN MYTHOS, AN EYE. AN I.

bb:

Fascinating. The Center.

WE SECURED OUR OWN CREEK FOR OUR OWN GOOD. BOBB. THAT WAS OURS. THAT IS STILL OURS. IF YOU CAN HELP US. WE CAN COMMUNICATE STILL. chro.


Angel’s Eggtown

IN PROGRESS.

http://webpages.charter.net/patrice1/76.htm

—–

The remarkably warm and snow free winter weather continues here in the mountains. I took advantage today with a medium sized hike, despite some rain and drizzle at times. Discovered yet another creek, this time just down the road from Norris — about a mile. Nice rocks at the head and all down it, but I didn’t have a chance to explore much this day. Most was spent on Norris itself, including a revisit to the Dongoba temple complex. No camera shots, though, mainly because of the possibility of rain. Don’t have a name for the new creek yet. Perhaps strangely, the online topo map I use is messed up around the location of the creek. Another type of “secret” stream? I’d promise photos of it soon, but with the days still short, and little time after work still for hiking, combined with the inevitable curtain of winter weather descending on our fair hamlet, I can’t say when I’ll get back. The center of my hiking mythos remains Allen Knob combined with neighboring Wealthy Mountain, but it spreads out from there into all of Frank and Herman Parks. For example, I’ve barely touched upon the existence of 3 important streams in west Frank Park (furthest from my home) called the Trident Creeks. All this should change in coming years if I keep this blog as the main place for my diary-style writings, which is a strong possibility even if Second Life goes bottom up in the meantime. That’s why I need to squeeze as much information and emotion out of Jeogeot and present SL as whole — before the inevitable conclusion. I’d say my experiences in that reality peaked about 2 years ago, and now I’m attempting to wind it all down while “residing” in Pietmond and perhaps even Teepot and Norum again before it’s all said and done. Time for Hucka D., most likely. “Hucka D.?”

Hucka D.:

You might be surprised with Jeogeot. It may be more long term than you expected.

bb:

But not the other continents?

Hucka D.:

The same [problem] existed with Wazob, which was isolated [pause].

bb:

From the rest of Mythos. Wazob being the equivalent of Jeogeot if Mythos is equated with Second Life, the mainland parts anyway.

Hucka D:

There is an equality [there].

bb:

But Wazob is dead, and so Jeogeot will die as well.

Hucka D.:

Wazob is not dead. Just de-energized a bit. As Jeogeot is and will continue to be [drained of energy]. The two depend on each other.

bb:

So let’s establish a rough timeline.

Hucka D.:

Good.

bb:

Jeogeot began… can you complete that sentence please?

Hucka D.:

Jeogeot began when it began.

bb:

Which was?

Hucka D.:

2006.

bb:

When was the Big E found on the Biggie Island?

Hucka D.:

2006.

bb:

And Meddletown formed in 2006.

Hucka D.:

2007.

bb:

When was the A-Z line running up and down Jeogeot created, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

2007.

bb:

And the Rift [between left and right Jeogeot]?

Hucka D.:

2006. (pause) 2007.

bb:

How about Chilbo?

Hucka D.:

2006. 2007.

bb:

How about Chilbol?

Hucka D.:

2001.

bb:

How is that possible?

Hucka D.:

Chilbol was formed with Norum, which was more central. Much more so. That’s where Karoz existed. Sapphire and Karoz when Karoz was her precious Aquamarine and not a rebellious Aqua Teen.

bb:

This was before Sapphire turned into both Lapis and Lazuli. LL, then. Linden Lab. The coming of the grid. There was a Jeogeot before the present Jeogoet.

Hucka D.:

Absolutely. Lemon Lab.

bb:

So Lemon Lab predated Lime, er, Linden Lab.

Hucka D.:

2001.

bb:

You’ve said before, from the direction of Lemon Lab, that Yd Island was the original location of the grid, and Ratzenberger the original sim, not DaBoom.

Hucka D.:

That’s right. From that direction.

bb:

When was Ratzenberger created?

Hucka D. (after a pause):

2001.

bb (after checking):

DaBoom was created in 2002. Interesting that people compare the “boom” to the Big Bang of Second Life, the place where all else expanded from.

Hucka D.:

Yd. Island, then Corsica, then Maebaleia, then Jeogeot but then stop.

bb:

Lemon Lab ruled what’s now known as the eastern hemisphere of the mainland.

Hucka D.:

Correspondence in each continent. Corisca to Heterocera, Maebaleia to Jeogeot.

bb:

And Sansara to Nautilus.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Kind of.

bb:

Corsica?

Hucka D.:

Corsica was seen as a more perfect continent than Nautilus which was too much water and shore and not enough interior. But in the modern agogo world of virtual reality, it may be perfect now itself. Interior is wasteland…

bb:

Like interior Jeogeot. Like interior Maebaleia.

Hucka D.:

Right. Those two especially.

bb:

Like Sunklands, then.

Hucka D.:

Sunklands is unique because that’s where the continents turn inside out a bit. They [the sinks?] are harbingers of a higher dimension.

bb:

When was Sunklands formed, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

Difficult to tell. (pause)

bb:

Did it start with the Big Ink incident.

Hucka D.:

Could be.

bb:

And that’s where Big Island from the Comet Archipelago[ of Azure Islands] rammed into Jeogeot, creating Big Sink. And… Big Sink is the same as The Sunkland in Missouri.

Hucka D.:

That is absolutely correct. Absolutely.

bb:

There is also the rumor that Big Sink is a synchronicity called 4orrin1 or, more generically I suppose, the Foreign One.

Hucka D.:

I’ve heard[ that rumor].

bb:

Is it true?

Hucka D.:

Yes (!) If the Big Ink incident is true then so is that.

bb:

Is it?

Hucka D.:

Maybe.

bb:

What exactly is Big Ink, then?

Hucka D.:

A ramming, as you said. Meteor. Comet. Maybe more comet. Or visa versa. A ramming nonetheless.

bb:

A locking into place.

Hucka D.:

Yes. United States and virtual reality. And carcasses. Carcassonne.

Carcassonne:

I am the all. I am the US and the us and the there and the here. I am Big Sink. I am Big Ink.

bb:

Are you 4orrin1, Carcassonne?

Carcassonne:

I am all Foreign Ones.

bb:

Let’s talk about Plant, Carcassonne and Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

A bit longer, then quit.

bb:

Little Robert Plant Variant — LRPV if you will — born in Nowtown, blew up Zen City, started his singing career in Sternberg, recruited to the Sunklands Initiative and gave up his Zeppelin tube, which seems to be the same as his Zeppelin career, became both 18 and 59 at once. The Zeppelin tube is in 4orrin1, Hucka D. (pause) Hucka D.? (pause) That seems to be it.

http://www.thecrimson.com/article/1974/3/29/rats-pbabny-audience-that-can-swallow/

—–

bb:

Hmmm:

http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~moshanno/maps/
http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~moshanno/maps/Current%20River%20Grassy%20Area-lg.jpg


4th

Should be able to catch up with the creation of blog post texts this extended weekend.

Pietmond *might* last until March and even into early April. What projects to do, however, if it does? Norris gallery remains unfinished… Crooked Building: set up Pietmond Branch of Crabwoo University there? Sinkology?

The Table must be developed, and I’m not sure what role Pietmond will have in that. Started looking over The Table today, specifically the part belonging to The Beetles. The Beetles are the 4th most important artist or group of artists on this Table, audio side that is. Their mythology will be developed in a future carcass, perhaps Carcass-7 but maybe not as well.

The Table represents a history of music as I know it in general. And video. It is a snapshot of a particular time and place.

Gong represents another limitation, along with Teepot. Move back to Teepot? Is that where I’ll develop The Table in Second Life instead?

“No.”

bb:

There’s Mr. Hucka Doobie the Bee. Howdy.

Hucka D.:

Clean, cheap fun.

bb:

Pietmond.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Cut back on wine two days a week. Cut back on coffee. Cut back.

bb:

I’m planning to use the Pietmond money to buy toys, Hucka D., like model train track.

Hucka D.:

Make sure everything is wrapped up properly.

bb:

And The Table must be developed.

Hucka D.:

The Beetles[ and all].

bb:

Yes. Marty still around?

Hucka D.:

Yes. You will work with him again. Simpsons.

bb:

The good news is that, thanks to the expansion of the mythology surrounding Frank and Herman Parks — protected parks after all — the Baker Blinker Blog will continue even if Second Life went bottom up tomorrow. It would slow down, true.

Hucka D.:

You would find other virtual realities to explore.

bb:

I don’t think I plan to. Except maybe for GoogleEarth.

Hucka D.:

Good.

bb:

But I must begin to focus on The Table.

Hucka D.:

So you’ve said.

bb:

Working out… toward the edge.

Hucka D.:

Have you found the 4th yet?

bb:

Um, no.

Hucka D.:

You better start looking (!) That is the lip[ of the hole].

bb:

Crawling or climbing out of Pietmond equals climbing out of the hole that is The Table?

Hucka D.:

Sinkhole. Synch Hole.

bb:

Maybe draw some impressions of Pietmond.

Hucka D.:

You will have to go to the town council for any further destructions and constructions, baker b.

bb:

Carcassonne?

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

Anyone else?

Hucka D.:

Maybe Marty. Maybe Warren Zeevon. Maybe The Bill. Maybe Lemmon. Maybe Plant. Bring them back. That’s your Table.

bb:

The Beetles are The 4th

—–

Marty is also leader of the toy avatar grouping at Money Pot now. BUILD THE TABLE THERE. The Table becomes all important. CARCASSONNE. Look over photos of Norum, Pietmond, Teepot?

—–

Marty becomes defacto leader of the toys after the death of Lisa the Vegetarian at the Jonesborough Compound. He orders the evacuation of the compound when Money Pot is found, a 1000000 dollars buried within so the rumors fly. DO YOU THINK HE NEEDS THE MONEY? Michael Won buried the money there — that’s what Michael Too was scared about. SACRED. Houston we have a problem. YOU BETTER FIND OUT IF THE MONEY IS THERE. MARTY MAY THINK SO. Maybe Stan and Sid and Spit and Sue are looking for that money. WHAT ELSE. Sid would know — he would vibrate around money. He could feel it deep underground. Shrink way way down. Totally different set of rules. CARCASS-7.

—–

Marty:

We begin today for several minutes. baker b., explain the numbering system of the carcasses. Why not call them by their real names?

bb:

The term carcass is used to describe [delete name] within this blog.

Marty:

There it goes again (!) Self editing.

Lemmon:

OHMMMMM.

bb:

OK, sorry. Carcasses are [delete name]. No use. But there are the word for *that* within the blog. We are within the blog now, so the word can’t be written. Not really. Carcasses start with the advent of this blog, or early 2008. Carcass-1 is the first carcass produced by me while working on the blog as well. This would be late 2008. Carcass-2 and Carcass-3 formed in 2009. Carcass-4 in 2010, just before the founding of Pietmond itself. Carcass-5 came along this past summer, and then Carcass-6 right after that, ending in September. Carcass-7, I project, will be formed sometime in 2012, perhaps along with even another carcass.

All carcasses before this blog have a positive number instead of a negative number. The last carcass created before the Baker Blink Blog is Carcass-0. The carcass before that is Carcass+0. The carcass before that, even, is Carcass+1, which may be the largest of all. The one before that, Carcass+2, is also pretty large but not as much. Carcass+1 and Carcass+2 together probably form the peak of carcass creations, and this would be late 2006 and early 2007. Marty, you would be involved in, for example, Carcass+3, very similar to Carcass+2, and then Carcass+2. You would be involved in one tile of Carcass-1. You would be involved in several tiles of Carcass-3, and this would also be the time of your involvement with the Baker Blinker Blog through Sunklands, along with Plant. Plant belongs in Carcass-3 as well — you two are the main driving force of this smaller carcass. It also probably represents the peak of Second Life influence on the carcasses, which start to grow larger again after this but not as large as pre-blog carcasses. Not yet at least. You and Plant are different in that you are blog spirits but also the major artists in a carcass. You are sort of a link between the two, then. When Carcass-3 was finished, I did not need either you or Plant afterwards. Not really, once more. This is one of the few times you’ve showed up in the meantime.

Marty:

I’m here at the request of Dr. Blood, whom I understand you [just] met in the heart of Sunklands, baker b. Tin S. Man.

bb:

I suppose I [just] did, yes.

Marty:

What is Sin City? Or Sinsity?

bb:

I believe it may be a psychic reflection of Chilbo west toward WESity. Your city after all.

Marty:

Yes, Lemmon and I played in WES. That’s where I was recruited by Dr. Blood to take part in the Sunkland Initiative. Plant came from the direction of, let me see, Sternberg I believe.

bb:

Originally Nowtown and Zen City, but they’re basically suburbs of Sternberg. *Were* suburbs. None of these places really exist now, except for the old core of Sternberg.

Marty:

I wonder if records still exist there of Plant’s stay. I’m not sure about WES and The Beetles. You have some photographs I understand. Sternberg, the city, was our drummer. Red. Dr. Blood.

bb:

Let’s see: WES or WESity was founded by a man who obviously, unconsciously knew of Carcass+2, Marty. His former club was in a MASH related sim[ name], and he also mentioned the desire to run a lemonade stand [in his SL profile] and then also quoted from Peewee’s Big Adventure [in same]. MASH represents mashup. Carcass+2.

Marty (pondering):

I can see this some, thanks to Dr. Blood. We, The Beetles, are at the end of Carcass+3. The End. And then at The Beginning of Carcass+2.

bb:

Kind of.

Marty:

This would be Abbey Road.

bb:

Yes.

Marty:

But Flattop is a mountain?

bb:

Yes. It is Yards Mountain. It use to be the most sacred of all Frank and Herman Park mountains, but I’m not so sure any more. It is a supposed place of contact. Like Devil’s Mountain, of course. Devil’s Tower, I mean.

Marty:

The End circles back to The Beginning. Grooving up slowly, this old flattop is. I thought the lyrics were nonsense… Lemmon didn’t tell me their meaning.

Lemmon:

The Bill. PAY THE BILL. (laughs loudly)

bb:

Come Together would be the coming together of the 2 who are to visit Devil’s Tower and witness the contact. The “over me” part of coming together would be the Tower itself. They are both creating art with representations of this mountain.

Hucka D. (entering):

Sorry I’m late. Apple cart spill over on Route 9, phew. Do you mind, actually, if I grab an okra cola soda before we begin?

bb:

We’ve already begun.

Hucka D.:

Oh. So you won’t miss me a bit more (smiles; gets up to go to okra coke machine).

Plant:

Marty must understand before the rest of us can understand.

Marty:

I understand that contact must be made. We must Come Together.*

bb:

And that’s your only role in Carcass+2. You’re not used in Carcass+1. But you’re back, certainly, in Carcass+-0. Realm of Lemmon for sure.

Lemmon:

UNCLE MEATWAD!

—–

* http://oldies.about.com/od/thebeatlessongs/a/cometogether.htm

This has been erroneously reported as the last track on which all four Beatles played together at the session; that record actually belongs to, appropriately enough, “The End,” recorded on August 8, 1969.


News

Michael Too may have returned to Blue Mountain. Darnit with a great big, helping spoonful of double darnit if so! That means I may be blocked from [working on] Norris/NORRIS/norris this spring. Deep double duty darnit. Both the wife and I thought we saw him hitchhiking on the road that our house is down on Friday. I’ll know soon enough.

If so, this means I’ll have to focus away from Norris, and luckily I live in a great place with nice big parks so there’s room for others besides me to create their own extensive outdoors mythology and not have it impinge *too* much on my own. It’s more Allen Knob (Norris *and* Whitehead Crossing and more) that will be affected. But maybe it’s not him… or he’s not really back. If so, though, Big News. I do not have The Freedom any longer. Not completely. Not at all completely.

I think this deserves a separate post from Second Life material.

What are the options if he returns, and even if that wasn’t him and we were both hallucinating or sumtin, he *could* return. He lived in that park for at least 4 years before disappearing this past summer/fall. The focus may shift to Quartz Brook. Maybe Secret Creek in Frank Park (Secreek). Maybe even the Trident Creeks region in far western Frank. Maybe Granddaddy Mountain (probably not — focus should remain in Frank and Herman Parks[, baby]).

I’m thinking of creating a new web site, and including the wife’s travelogue about her journey to England in 2010 with our mutual best friend. Along with this will be a site about “Baker Bloch in England” (my avatar’s journey to same, with some of the same locations involved, even), and also two sections, likewise taken from the Baker Blinker Blog, about the creation and flow of the Wheeler-Jasper series, the last in the “Collage 10×10”.

Parallels to the Paradox site:

Floydada (about Greenup series, beg of 10×10) par. Wheeler-Jasper section of blog (about Wheeler-Jasper series, end of 10×10) name of latter: “Baker’s Dozen”?

Edna’s Britain travelogue par. Edna’s Queer Eye stories.

Baker Bloch in England — no par.?

SID’s 1st Oz interview with Booker T. par. Oz/Floyd Paradox Interview?

Where are we on that?

Name of series is yet to be determined. Since all is England influenced, I suppose it could include the name Britain. “Britain, Britain, Britain”?

—–

This is what I have chosen…

“Pietmond will be no more tomorrow sometime, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

This is what you have chosen. (pause) Have you found Goldie yet? I know you have.

—–

bb:

It’s pretty amazing, Hucka D. You can see that the baker figure, me after all, is pulling the yellow submarines out of the ground at a slant, as it were, at precisely the point we had the 2 yellow subs positioned before in the Greenup valley. You can tell it by the green shadings on the land.

Hucka D.:

We’ll have to wait for a more detailed analysis a ‘nother night. I wanted you to get through more of Floydada last night but the ice cream and Super Bowl and such…

bb:

Yeah. Pretty good game, though. Classic.

Hucka D.:

People do seem to be excited. Guess it’s quality entertainment.

bb:

It kind of is, I suppose.

Hucka D. (reinforcing):

You must go back to Greenup Gill and follow the yellow sub which is the same as Goldie, the Golden Way.

bb:

The yellow submarine in Collage #6 [of the Greenup series], yes. I guess I have.

Hucka D.:

Follow Goldie, the Golden Way. Follow her into the picture.

CENTRE. DIAMONDS. MIDDLE. LUCY. RESERVOIRS. MIDDLE. DIAMONDS. CENTRE.

Just as an afterthought: I hiked beside TILE Creek once more today and thought about renewing my interest in it — King [Hemlock] Tree and all. Don’t attempt to tame Norris just yet? Is it TILE Creek again now? Not merely Yards Creek? Will perhaps even the toys be moved back now?


New Town Open Space

See title.

Even with the newest additions to 7 Stones I can’t help but think that I will return. Here.

—–

Hucka D.:

No.

bb:

No Pietmond, then.

Hucka D.:

No. That is in the past now.

bb:

Britain, Britain, Britain’s coming along smashingly, by Jove.

Hucka D.:

Nice. Edna is pleased. Her book is on the web in a different form.

bb:

She still doesn’t like me saying that I went to England before her.

Hucka D.:

No. Did you?

bb:

Yes. [Through] Baker Bloch. Remember?

Hucka D.:

No (smiles).

bb:

Oh yeah. That’s right. You were there too.

Hucka D.:

Still am. With the King.

—–

bb:

There doesn’t seem to be much of a mythology being created in Lower Austra, Hucka D. At least in comparison to, say, Sunklands and Pietmond. Or even Norum. Or maybe even Teepot.

Hucka D.:

It’s similar to Teepot[, then].

bb:

I think I have to return to Sunklands, Hucka D. Or [else] Norum.

Hucka D.:

You must think, “out there.” (points out of window). Toy avatars and such.

bb:

Frank and Herman Parks.

Hucka D.:

They are prime.

bb:

Where should I explore first?

Hucka D.:

Norris. Then Allen Knob. Then Whitehead Crossing. Then Green Stream. Then Woods of Hawl. Then…

bb:

Around Allen Knob, then. Martin Falls as well[ on the side of Allen].

Hucka D.:

Yeah. Greenhead. Birthplace of Bees.

—–

bb: What of Greentop and Greenup Gill?

Hucka D.:

Build Pietmond there. Rebuild it. Greentop on Greenup.

—–

Hucka D.:

He can go to Greetop on Greenup through the collages in 7 Stones.

bb:

House Greenup[, then].

Hucka D.:

All of them.


Hermania?

First two blog recorded hikes of the infantile Spring Hiking Season come from TILE Creek this past Saturday and Sunday, both nice days for February mountain weather for sure. It’s been a very warm winter in these Southern mtns., as most of the eastern half of the US has experienced thanks in large part to the prolonged La Nina effect.

As Hucka D. and I have more recently talked about, TILE Creek, formerly Yards Creek (more on that name change soon), seems to be “opening up” to me this year like Norris stream did late in 2011, at the end of my Fall hiking season. The first 8 pictures from this particular post on the subject all come from a location not really explored before in any depth, or what I’m tentatively calling Hermania (name subject to quick change). As this appelation implies, Hermania may represent the *true* heart of Herman Park, and not Jonesborough or any other location on TILE Creek or elsewhere in the park.

If so, here’s the center of the heart: TILE Falls, formerly unknown about or else forgotten — but I don’t believe I’ve really ever visited this location or surely I would have remembered this small but obviously significant drop of water. Doesn’t look like much in the below photo, but, as in many Herman and Frank Park locations I feature in this blog, it’s more impressive up front and close. We’ll just have to see how all this develops in coming months. For example, is this another symbolic representation of the same falls??

The uprooted tree forming a bridge across TILE Creek above is just west of these falls, perhaps about 20-30 yards away. An interesting open space on the north side of the creek is found between the two… I’ll talk a bit more about that below.

Mysterious piece of pipe (tile?) found just downstream from TILE Falls.

‘Nother shot.

Yet another, this one through rhododendron plants above the falls along what might turn out to be an ancient path into the area. Interesting effect.

A rock positioned in TILE Creek just upstream from the falls. Probably has significance as well.

Drink Lake is to the east and downstream of Hermania. I *have* known about the peninsula from the middle of the below photo for a number of years now, or what I’ve called Pencilnisula (etc.) in other places, former home or sacred site of the Quadrobeavs that use to live in the lake, and so named because they gnawed many of the trees on the peninsula into pointed trunks resembling pencils.

Fence separating Drink Lake proper from the Hermania region, an “iron curtain” as Hucka D. has recently referred to it.

Questions abound: Did the Quadrobeavs know about Hermania? (Silly question, of *course* they would have… I guess.) What type of avatars lived in Hermania? Human avatars like Dirk Stew? Perhaps Mossmen? Mmmmmm’s? (Who we know inhabited nearby Great and Good Meadows positioned north of Drink Lake) Is Meeting Rock a part of Hermania due to close proximity? (just north of TILE Falls)

Hucka D.:

I was called in once more. Yes Hermania, or what we’re calling Hermania for now, was an international, worldly city, a place of human, humanoid, animal, mineral, and vegetable toy avatars alike. It was founded in 1515 by the Quadrobeav Jethro of Tully, who was passionate about plays. Seriously, it was founded by the hemlocks to the east, known by the letters TILE plus F and H, which eventually stood for Frank and Herman Park themselves. The beavers were, how shall we put it, reincarnated bodies of these hemlocks. They came from elsewhere — outside the Frank/Herman Park system. There are more hemlocks upstream, and there is one in the midst of Meeting Rock. 7th? You therefore need to go back and *listen* to those trees. The trees formed Hermania.


Red/Blue

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2011/11/21/the-2-allen-knobs-and-green-branchgreen-river/

Logical conclusion: 7 Stones equals Allen Knob!

—–

Hucka D.:

Or Woods of Hawl. I was called in. Hello. Hellow.

bb:

Hi Hucka D. Thanks for showing up tonight.

Hucka D.:

There’s more. You better show your 2 Martin animations as well.

bb:

OK.

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2012/02/02/spirals-within-spirals/

bb:

I gave a link to the post I stole these from as well.

Hucka D.:

And the counterpart pair?

bb:

Right. On it.

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2011/11/21/the-2-allen-knobs-and-green-branchgreen-river/

bb:

All this seems super important, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

It is. It’s the original animation, period. Beyond the face off of red vs. blue, which can’t make an animation because they are going in opposite directions in time. Martin makes the first, true animation. That’s Martin’s Knob.

bb:

Martin and Allen being the same. Because they are.

Hucka D.:

Martin of the Simpsons to Martin of The Beetles [in the first]; and Martin’s Knob to Martin’s Knob, then[ in the second].

bb:

Should we just rename the two Allen Knobs the two *Martin* Knobs?

Hucka D.:

Why?

bb:

To convince the reader out there that we’re talking real stuff here. Real animation synchy stuff.

Hucka D.:

I don’t like that word.

bb:

Stuff?

Hucka D.:

Right (smiles).

bb:

So…

Hucka D.:

So what does it all mean? Baker b.?

bb:

I know it’s important.

Hucka D.:

Super important, yes.

bb:

Oh. Let me see if I can get a really cool pic from Second Life, Hucka D. Hold on.

Hucka D.:

I think I know the one.

—–

bb:

It’s taking a while for the textures of 7 Stones to load, Hucka D., but I have the picture in frame.

Hucka D.:

Cool. Can’t wait. Is this about Rooster Springs?

bb:

Yeah. In the Coolie Building at the heart of the town.

Hucka D.:

Everything is built around that Coolie Building. Everything. Total fiction.

bb (checking again):

Almost in focus, Hucka D. That’s just taking way too long, even with the cache clearing.

Hucka D.:

I want to attend classes at Rooster Springs. But they said I was too short and also had a dangerously large stinger. So I couldn’t go.

bb:

Screw it. You get the idea anyway. Oh, here it is. *Finally*

Hucka D.:

And, of course, you compare that shot with one at near the beginning of this post. I can almost see it if I stretch my little neck.

bb:

Rooster Springs… Rooster Teeth. And attached to the same Texan county, even, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

We know why. Don.

bb:

I suppose so. He’s stepped outside.

Hucka D.:

Yes. You’re scared of Don.

bb:

No.

Hucka D.:

You *were*.

bb:

Maybe.

Hucka D.:

He was Mr. Synchronicity. And stuff (smiles again).

bb:

Suppose so.

Hucka D.:

Why don’t you read some of his old posts again.

bb:

[I] might.

Hucka D.:

Marble City… that was interesting.

bb:

Yeah.

Hucka D.:

Dripping Springs… founded by a Fawcett fellow.

bb:

Funny stuff. Funny, queer stuff for sure. Rooster SpringsRooster Teeth… Hays County. What are the odds?

Hucka D.:

Too much. So… Don.

bb:

Don wishes to speak?

Hucka D.:

Don controls Hays County. B. Hays. Like the president, only Bogger.

bb:

Bigger. Oh… yeah. Bogger. But shouldn’t that be Booger.

Hucka D.:

Um…

bb:

Anyway, back to Rooster.

—–

bb:

Booger *Haze*!

http://video.adultswim.com/12-oz-mouse/piano-music.html


Litt’l Boogers


TILE Creek Again (Double Meaning)…

Phase 2 of my exploration of TILE Creek weekend before last uncovered the dark, mysterious Hidden Island, unknown about before because, well, basically the dark, mysterious quality is to blame for that, I suppose. Admittedly its not a classically shaped island, with the secondary stream branching off from the first stream to form the island itself starting out with a strong enough flow, but then kind of spreading out toward the end to make more of a little bog. Still, there was a definite water flow from this lesser stream back into the main part of TILE Creek at this point, and I assume in rainier times the island will be much more defined as such.

I plan to go back soon, perhaps this coming weekend, when I’ll map out more of its overall topography.

The bank pictured below is opposite the south side of the island. More interesting in person, admittedly, and I apologize again for the quality of some of these photos.

Here we have about the only real clear space on the island, on the southern side once more and near the bank pictured above. Could be the site of an ancient toy avatar village? I think it has to be.

Here’s where that secondary stream meets the primary stream again, forming Hidden Island by closing the loop.

What one could call a legitimate waterfall just upstream from where the above picture was snapped. Probably will call this Hidden Falls.

Interesting cracked rocks on the edge of the island just below this waterfall.

A “natural bridge” across the secondary stream forming the island. There are several such bridges in the immediate area — again more text/photos will be forthcoming soon enough.

The secondary steam closer to the place where it branches off from TILE Creek proper.

Then moving downstream and away from Hidden Island, we come to an interesting cluster of giant hemlocks already discussed in this blog a bit, or at least what may be the largest of these has already been given a name here: King Tree or King Hemlock.

Related wikipedia article on these kind of hemlocks here.

Several more of the cluster have been given names now, including the (Red) Queen pictured below, only a little less high than the accompanying King and sitting about 20 meters upstream from this perceived mate.

We also have now a Prince Tree, and also these two “twinned” trees which I have dubbed the Twin Princesses or perhaps the Twin Duchesses. They’re obviously twins in my eyes whatever the final appelation turns out to be. This day I rested my weary body in an open area next to TILE Creek while leaning against the base of one of ’em, and received what appeared to be important seeming messages from TILE itself — vague but definitely present. I’m formulating the theory that the hemlock trees in this royal family, if you will, 6 or perhaps 7 in number, are also related to this spirit-in-the-water.

King Hemlock from the banks of TILE Creek.

—–

“Let’s…

… just talk to Hucka D. briefly tonight. It’s Saturday night after all. Hucka?”

Hucka D.:

Here. With beer. Just kidding.

bb:

Too late for beer, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Too early[ you mean].

bb:

Amazing new discoveries on TILE Creek, Hucka D. And this *has* become TILE Creek again — no doubt about it, really.

Hucka D. (reinforcing):

No doubt.

bb:

Any thoughts tonight on this?

Hucka D.:

You have found the center. You have found Carcassonne.

bb:

The ancient community.

Hucka D.:

You did not realize before that the energy of TILE Creek is strongest just [up from] the reservoir. It was hidden from you before. A surprise for you to unwrap at this time and this place. Happy birthday baker b. (!)

bb:

Well, it’s not my birthday but thanks anyway. It’s a great present, whatever the occasion.

Hucka D. (reinforcing again):

It’s your birthday.

bb:

Well… not really. At all, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

You saw me again today. In Michaels. You should have taken a picture.

bb:

I should have (!)

Hucka D.:

Well… is that it?

bb:

I have so much more to ask about Carcassonne, then.

Hucka D.:

Most will have to wait. You should make a map[ soon].

bb:

I shall.

Hucka D.:

Michaels is a suburb of Carcassonne in future time. Feel it.

bb:

I will.

Hucka D.:

The creek spoke to you today. It has memory. More memory toward the mouth than the source. It can tell you about the carcass at the source. It can tell you the story. It is TILE Creek still and not [mere] Yards Creek. At all. It still is sacred. Super sacred. You will go back and listen to the creek at the[ hemlock] trees. There’s the King and Queen, but also the Prince and Princesses now. Twin Princesses. At Twinsity you will talk to the trees through the creek. Where you laid down for a rest today with your wet shoes and socks. The creek knocked you back into itself. You’re all wet, and so forth. Lay down. Talk to me. You need healing. I can heal[ and so forth].

bb:

I sensed a blue, magenta and yellow energies penetrating me, needing removal. Can the creek remove?

Hucka. D.:

Yes (!) You must become the creek[ though]. (pause)

bb:

I can’t do that right now.

Hucka D. (quickly):

No.

bb:

But sometime.

Hucka D.:

You simply must. It is The One.

bb:

I’ll certainly think of all this further. Thank you.

Hucka D.:

Good night and enjoy the Sunday snow.

bb:

Thanks!

http://toyriffic.blogspot.com/2011/09/moose-tracks.html


Water and Memory

“Dear reader or readers, Should be caught up with generating the text for the TILE Creek related posts in a couple of days. Speaking of TILE…”

Hucka D.:

Let’s look at animations and otherwise glyphs first, starting with the TILE Board.

bb:

I don’t think we can do that, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

How about the Wizard’s Cube, then.

bb:

And The Rainbow Complex and SID’s 1st Oz. What do you think TILE is, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

My turn to find a video… (pause)

—–

Hucka D.:

Nope, can’t find it.

bb (anticipating Hucka D.’s return question):

It could be about water. Water and memory.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILSyt_Hhbjg

—–

bb:

What of Jeogeot mysticism and TILE?

Hucka D.:

Meddletown. On your mettle.

bb:

I suppose I should just go inworld.

Hucka D.:

TILE Falls is the most important find of the new[ hiking] season, baker b. That and Hidden Island and its own, smaller falls.

bb:

I must figure out what avatars lived there.

Hucka D.:

Human; humanoid. Perhaps Mossmen as well. Hermen and Hemen together and one.

bb:

Marbles?

Hucka D.:

Maybe.

bb:

Mmmmmm’s were outside the main city… more in the meadows, Great and Good.

Hucka D.:

Yeah. Suppose.

bb:

And the Quadrobeavs were in Drink Lake… probably never ventured beyond the gate.

Hucka D.:

Iron Curtain.

bb:

I see lines and strings, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Marbles. Beads. Lines of beads.

bb:

And the name of the “town” is Carcassonne, pronounced like Car-ca-SON.

Hucka D. (looking bored):

Yeah.

bb:

So the other creek named this is actually more of a reflection coming from TILE.

[no answer]

—–

bb:

Hucka D., what is the relationship between TILE Creek and Allen Knob?

[no answer]


Thoughts…

Been quite busy lately working on my personal web space (apart from the blog). The “Britain, Britain, Britain” site I’ve mentioned a couple of times here should be up within the month at least, and will contain the full text for “Baker Bloch in England”, Edna’s 2010 England trip travelogue, and then an extra section devoted to the analysis of the last slice of my “Art 10×10” I call “Baker’s Dozen, The Wheeler-Jasper Series.” All but Edna’s travelogue are excerpts from this blog, representing two of its more cohesive chunks.

I am tempted to say that I am seeing the end of the blog, but I don’t think that’s happening. It’s merely shifting emphasis more into Real Life exploring and leaving Second Life exploring as, well, secondary. This changeover hasn’t gone into full effect yet, but I also don’t see my chronicling of Second Life experiences going away… it’s simply too much fun and also remains my primary hobby and form of relaxation, especially on weekdays, at this point in life. SL photos are also easier to take than RL and tend to be considerably less large in terms of file size, even when I reduce my RL photos to 1/2 their former length and sometimes even 1/4th. SL photos are also considerably more a WYSIWYG affair; RL photos, especially those coming from the middle of the woods where the perspective in an object heavy frame is largely lost, are lacking in this respect. I also don’t like to doctor either RL or SL photos; I like this to be more of the viewer of the photo understanding this is almost *exactly* what I see in SL, sans the motion. This is what Second Life really looks like to the bulk of users. In saying this, of course, I am not dissing artistic effects added onto the experience to create a more polished effect, just saying that’s not where my interest lies. Second Life is Second Life — it’s what it is. Not the best of graphics and not the worst.

Just fyi I don’t play around with any other computer games besides Second Life, so I’m certainly not an expert on virtual experience. Oh, like most of us Second Lifers I’ve poked around the SL alternatives a bit, like the ReactionGrid (but not Blue Mars, supposedly the creme de la creme of the bunch). ReactionGrid was very empty in comparison, not the warm feeling you have in SL even during this depopulation of the mainland where I largely dwell as Baker Bloch. I would assume OpenSim is the same still. Yet *so* much promise in some of these alternatives in terms of web interconnectivity at large, to name an obvious advantage. SL is more a closed system still, where you can build and buy and borrow but you can’t take all these objects out of this world itself and into another world. Not easily — I don’t have that skill set, nor the time to devote to building from scratch in another virtual reality. No, I’ll stick to Second Life as long as it’s around and still providing me quality entertainment.

Whether I’ll have any land that I own in the near future might be a different matter: the thought has crossed my mind to just give up on land ownership in general and just revert back to hobo status, like during my very early days in SL. I’ve already made tentative plans to use the money I’d save (something over a dollar or a dollar and a 1/2 a day) to buy art material for Real Life projects, perhaps some kind of art event in the neighborhood woods I love so much. 🙂 Pretty sure those are going to happen, actually.

What of Pietmond? What of its philosophy, and what it means to me? That’s something I’m going to have to think about more. Originally in moving to Jeogeot, the 3rd continent formed by the Lindens after the two interlocking Sansara and Heterocera (aka Atoll continent) landmasses, I reacted to what the larger community of Chilbo was doing immediately to my south, along with exploring mainly the Korean Channel sims to my northwest. My base then was the Noru sim, which I moved back to not once but twice in the next several years. Not that I was ever involved in Chilbo affairs of state, but I reacted in a subconscious manner to the *energy* I was virtually situated next to. But that’s a long story, involving Sunklands and Pietmond as well. All this may be coming to a close with the more recent move to Lower Austra and the setting up of the 7 Stones village in Siliconicus. I’m likewise reacting to a pre-existing community *there* but one of considerably lesser scope, and probably not much bigger than Pietmond even in its heyday.

What is this new energy? It is religious in nature for certain, a Christian bend. I am not a Christian, although I certainly respect the passion and faith involved. I am not attached to any religious direction, and when pressed I simply call myself a Tilest. Well, what is a Tilest, then? I think it is more than a reaction to the religious mainstream I am obviously not a part of now, nor have been since a teenager really. I do not harbor any huge resentment toward Christianity or any other religion. I just think… well, I believe that people have the ability to tell right and wrong innately, given that they open up to the, um, energy of the future, or just the energy of time outside the here, the now. Or, better, let the not-here penetrate the here. We all have the innate ability to tell the true direction in which we should move, emotionally, spiritually, physically, mentally. I believe we simply do not trust our own natural talents in this respect, and rely on — trying not to use negative words here — others to tell us what/how to think/feel/act. What is a Tilest? I’m not sure still. It is open ended and without dogma. It is certainly related to the Church of the SubGenius and their belief that followers should create their own religions after an indoctrination period to replace the Sub-Genius one… actually a part of their teachings. It’s related to Erik Satie’s L’Eglise Métropolitaine d’Art de Jésus Conducteur (yes I cut and pasted that!), a short-lived faith he formed as a reaction to Rosicrucianism. But what *is* it? I hear the reader or readers reiterating.

It is a creek, I think. Maybe. TILE Creek. Waiting for Hucka D. to butt in but maybe he won’t. Formerly called Yards or Yds Creek, sort of after this Virginia-West Virginia town “on the border”. The creek is from the not-here entering the here.

Hucka D.:

Hi.

bb:

Howdy. Couldn’t wait any longer, eh.

Hucka D.:

No. I was called. Not-here is a phrase that triggers[ my manifestation].

bb:

Interesting. Do you have any thoughts on TILE? I think I asked the same of you last night, actually. Let me check. (pause) Well not directly but…

Hucka D.:

You are opening up TILE Creek in a very similar way to what you did with NORRIS last fall. Don’t you think? It’s obvious. This will continue. TILE Creek is larger, however, and also a bit harder to get down to from the [parallel path]. The stream you call Secret Creek, found in December, is harder to reach and understand because — no parallel path. You have to hike down the stream itself to get anywhere, and that’s [difficult]. You won’t do it much[, trust me]. So we return to TILE, which mixes the bits and pieces of many types of streams. You have two focuses, TILE Falls and Hidden Island. For now. Two new focuses I should add, because you simply didn’t know about either of these until this past weekend.

bb:

Funtastical finds I would agree (!) And you said that human or humanoid avatars lived in these areas, or at least around TILE Falls.

Hucka D.:

Hermans, yes. Name source of the [inclusive] park.

bb:

Herman Park of course, where TILE Creek resides in its entirety or close to it.

—–

Hucka D.:

You are trying to charge up, as it were, the Norris Castle or Gallery or Building with Happy’s Church of the Silicon Soul, which it is parallel with now [speaking of parallels].


Enter The Pentagon

http://tech.groups.yahoo.com/group/SynchronicityPhenomena/message/32546


“… doesn’t mean you have to choose. Just now.”

bb:

Thanks for starting Hucka D. I believe Boris’ days may already be numbered. Not much cost to buy, nothing really risked at all. To give up/abandon would not be much loss either. Focus must be on the outdoors now.

Hucka D.:

Correct. Give it up. Make your home in Siliconicus, but without the 7 Stones town. Build all around the temples there [NORRIS and TILE]. Which one is capitalized? That pentagon comes from the direction of Siliconicus. The Wizard’s Cube. Happy and Unhappy. Boris and its spider are Happy while outside is Unhappy… pentagon. TILE. TILE is the One. TILE is The All.

bb:

Not NORRIS.

Hucka D.:

You do not have to choose. They are part of a whole. They are the whole. TILE is Whole.

bb:

The center will be illuminated — Hermania.

Hucka D.:

Cool isn’t it.

bb:

Yeah. Think it is, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

I am there. In the center. Hermania is where it all starts. You need the One The Whole. Now. Healing.

bb:

The face… is that of Mars. Cydonia.

Hucka D.:

That is where the pentagon is coming from, true.

bb:

Not happy nor unhappy, not serious and not silly.

Boris is Happy but it cannot last long. I AM. Carcassonne? I AM THIS BLOG, THIS ALL. What happens at Hermania? CLEARING. New Monkey City? [no answer] What happens? [no answer]

—–

“It is the Real World impinging from the outside.”