What next? 02
Collagesity isn’t perfect, but it’s as perfect right now as I want to make it, perhaps. Next would be storytelling, usually, but a shift back into collage making might be a path instead. This weekend I may have a chance to return to Mythopolis for more picture taking. March on Sunday! My traditional spring hiking season is coming up. Daylight savings time begins the week after that. It’s a good time of the year, if only I can get past this perhaps one last really cold week here in Blue Mountain. Can I learn to love Blue Mtn. again and its hiking seasons?
I’ve advertised Collagesity on one popular SL art group and already received some encouragement. Am attempting to branch out in RL and contact other collagists and study their works. I hope to have an influence myself but I’m not sure that’s going to happen. As I was writing in an email today, maybe my unique perspective is on the heavy analysis side. I treat collages like dreams to be interpreted, or, more exactly, collage *series*, because they don’t exist in isolation any more for me. They almost always come in series of 10 at the least, like the latest Embarras series (10 and *maybe* counting… maybe).
I’d love also to go back to Middletown soon, and I’m sure that will happen. I feel like an art event at Dead Center Hill could come about in March. But I must think mostly of Blue Mtn. in March-May. Will Whitehead Crossing in Frank Park act as the focus this go around? Sharieland over in Herman Park? So many options still. One place I definitely want to go back and take pictures of is TILE Creek below Drink Lake dam., which I explored about a week and a 1/2 ago some.
It’s relieving to think that I probably won’t be giving up my Second Life land anytime soon to focus on the outdoors. I can have both (!). I still have over 260 prims to play around with in Minoa at last count. I still have wriggle room for experimenting.
“Yes I would like to talk about the creatures that stalk the land below the dam. You have a ditch running across the whole place…”
… pictured above.
Yeah. Suppose. Can’t see.
It is here you’ll… sorry… you go…
It is here *you’ll* make a camp. Perhaps not this spring but later. It’s perfect. The lake is alive.
Herman Park makes a comeback.
What of the mystery hole?
Aliens made it. To get you interested in their lake and their park again. Your attention was floundering. That was their exact words.
Can my Second Life property at the Rubi Woods co-exist with my renewed interest in Herman Park, if that comes about?
It will come about. And, yes, to the question. Both can exist together, even feed off each other. Have you created an Mmmmmm in Second Life yet?
Not quite yet. Maybe tomorrow.
Make it early if so.
So we have the Mmmmmm’s crashing into their First Tree in the First Goodmobile, then establishing themselves and their civilization first around this tree, then spreading out across all of Great Meadow and even Good Meadow to the west, at least the red version of these toy avatars — around Baffle Bush and Big Log and Second Tree. Then King Bill establishes his small kingdom even further
north west, on the edge of Good Meadow.
Good Meadow became Great Meadow at that point. Or visa versa.
And he[ King Bill] had his martin bug keeping him company.
The bug beats the bird[ after all].
He was *orange*, this King Bill. He was sought after for intense wisdom. The other Mmmmmm’s were green and red mainly.
But then they eventually migrated, gradually, into Hermania and the rhododenron.
A great magnet that was indeed. Great Magnet. That’s their phrase for it.
Because it had so many entertainment and cultural possibilities. And I suppose the council at Meeting Rock took place around this time — in the transition between meadow dwelling and rhododendron dwelling…
There had to be a council because there were so many diverse cultures in the area. The Mmmmmm’s, the Mossmen, the Marbles. The big 3 M’s. Then the sentient beavers and their swearing ways. But others you haven’t studied yet. The ones that worship the ditch, and the hole. The lake is alive. Drink Lake.
The Mmmmmm’s wanted to stay in the meadow so they would be seen by rescue planes. But part of them split and wished to live in the rhododendron… safer. A small city (Hermania) was established around TILE Falls and Tip Drip. TILE and Tyle became confused. Meeting Rock was activated. 4n1 or Foreign One or 4orrin1. Hole Tree resonated with the hole at the other end of Drink Lake, Hucka D. Hucka?
Then he said that she was a wind, a strong terrible wind, coming out of the darkness of a stormy sea and that he was a boat left on the shore of the sea by a fisherman.
Back Outdoors (!)
Eastern side of Drink Lake in the background, and doggy bowl with frozen water in the foreground. The cold is yielding to warmth finally, however. Spring has sprung!
Drink Lake looking east, with Pencilinsula in the center, former home of the Quadrobeavs. In the Collagesity Temple, Pencilinsula *might* be represented by the alcove containing Carrcassonnee, chief town deity. She does not have a sticky out rock, however, but a pet: Spider (dog). In 12 Oz Mouse, Spider screams when Roostre asks if he’s playing Hayes. To remind, Rutherford “Booger” Hayes is the first president of the United States to never be the president of the United States.
Pencilinsula from the opposite shore, rock pointed straight toward us. The rock has also been referred to as The Point of The Wall. If Carrcassonnee = Pencilinsula, then this position would stand for The Bobs of Collagesity Temple. Interesting.
Still moving along the south side of the lake in a westward direction, I soon encountered, judging by the smell, what I’m pretty sure is a skunk hole, as seen through the fence surrounding Drink Lake. I will obviously be avoiding this opening in the future.
And this is nearby *Straw* Hole, like a straw inserted in a drink. You can even seen Drink Lake (Aqua) within. This seems to connect to the insane machinations of Kerchal countering those of calm Carrcassonnee. Insanoflex… defeated by Drink in Carrcass-0. “Keep playing your dumb ass song.” And this has something to do with a more internal battle between Shake and Jesus for control of this alcove inside the Collagesity Temple. Does Jesus respect or accept the TILE religion? A question to be asking.
Eastside, Straw Hole — which is apparently also the name of the community surrounding the hole. Appropriate. (note: Hucka Doobie states this is incorrect, and that he will give out an official name in due time) There’s another rock.
Back Outdoors (!) 02
Heading toward Head Lake from the west, passing through the northern fringe of Boulder (town).
Interesting landscaping along the way on private property. I’m taking notes on stuff like this for potential future landscaping around our Middletown home we plan to build about 7-10 years down the road.
Barrier trees fronting a pond complete with 2 actual and functional swans.
I startled these matching black and brown dogs while hiking past them, unnoticed for a minute. They were busy playing in a pile of mulch. But boy did they became more interested in me and what I was doing in a heartbeat! Dogs are kind of fun at times. And funny.
This is an orange leech stream oozing from Head Lake Dam.
This is the falls caused by the spillover of same. Quite pretty. I don’t have a name for the water drop yet. How about Head Falls? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsL_JDtVbww
Lone island of Head Lake. There’s a story there as well. A kind of spooky one, if my memory is to be at all trusted.
Pictures (Falls & Flowers)
Drink Lake Falls.
Hermania’s TILE Falls (top).
Previously unknown Mythopolis Falls.
Mythopolis meadow scene.
Mythopolis daffodils. Springing up!
Saturday Photos 01
This is a shot of downtown Notherton, a former Mossman hot bed of action and adventure. Now deserted, supposedly. Main Mossman (Mossmain?) Gene Fade has stated he use to work in its metropolitan area in a 5 sided mall managing a cappery.* I believe his store sold the equivalent of our baseball caps, or at least that was the most popular item. He mentioned a game like baseball, but with extra bases and some other different stuff. Have to look all that up from the Baker Blinker Blog again; the game of Whack-Bat from Fantastic Mr. Fox comes to mind. So much to comb through in these blogs now (!).
Notherton is in Frank Park across The Greenway from nearby Mocksity, another important Mossman community.
And this is the road leading to Gene Fade’s Mountain to the west, where he was born and raised before moving to Notherton. This is the very highway Gene Fade walked all the way from Jupiter Rock to downtown Notherton after a critical argument with his parents about the TILE religion. You see, Gene Fade desired to become a Tilist and his parents disapproved. He went back to Jupiter Rock, but it was never the same for him. He had opened the box to discover the rest of his life.
This probably has nothing to do with Gene Fade or Mossmen, but comes from the center of real life community Boulder, surprisingly enough. It looks like it was shot in the middle of nowhere. Boulder has created a new shortcut from its main highway into downtown, and this barren spot is one of the results. Congratulations Boulder and happy motoring to ya.
Another Boulder shot. You can see TILE Mountain in the background, also known as Yards Mountain to you non-Tilists out there.
A northern Boulder house with 4 birdhouses painted the colors of TILE: red, blue, green, yellow. Is this the home of a fellow Tilist, then? I believe they would probably have a good view of TILE Mountain from their back windows. Hmmm. Landscaping elements from this house are also found here.
Bottle tree, also of TILE colors, found in the same yard. Yards?
A larger rock jutting from the rhododendron just across the road. Another TILE sacred spot? That was my thought at the time of the picture snapping. I couldn’t find a way to get to it, however, through the tangle of bushes. Perhaps I’ll attempt again soon.
* A note about the name Mossmain: Hucka D. has indicated to me this is a title bestowed to actor Gene Fade for work done on the Salad Bar Action-Adventure movies. It stands for what you would presume: he has become the *main* Mossman, the one most talked about and beloved. The Salad Bar Jack flicks are just that popular.
Saturday Photos 02
Top o’ Allen Knob. Shameful “graffiti.” And I recognized that pink-orange spray paint. The same marks the 4th Way into Whitehead Crossing. My theory is that someone is simply trying to take over and control the *whole of Allen Knob”, hook line and sinker, as they say. This would include Whitehead Crossing primarily, but also Norris Stream and the rest. I don’t think I like this. But it may reap rewards down the road. Needed friction or inertia at this spot in the road, you see.
A view toward the Woods of Howl from near the top of Allen Knob. Very beautiful with its pines. You can just make out the shimmering surface of Frank Lake in the back center of the photo.
And here we go. Someone is creating an earthen teepee smack dab in the center of my beloved Whitehead Crossing. Now again on the surface I don’t like this. But benefits could come with this unexpected new development later on. For one, it’s certainly not a bad looking structure. Very well done actually, what’s been finished. The top part needs some work still to make the structure livable. Does someone actually plan to stay here for a spell? Perhaps the whole summer? Hucka D. has warned me to stay away from the teepee presently. Let everything unfold naturally and not press matters. Do *not* try to become friends with the person or people in charge of this project. Do not be too Snoopy or Nosey.
And they found my 4 Sticks bottles! This *must* mean something. Probably another aspect of the control part. Witches and/or warlocks?
Back of the teepee, facing away from Mattland below. I forgot to mention that the stone just in front of the entrance, down the cliff, is called *Welcome Matt*. That comes way before the appearance of this teepee however, several years back now. The stone is one of the [insert number] Wonders of Whitehead Crossing. And now we have more to add to its story. Much more! (note: Artie J. Spongeberg has just recognized an image of this rock in several of the Falmouth collages during his recent tour of Fal Mouth Moon)
Propped up bottles still in 4 Sticks. Might they come back for more? I’m not sure if The Visitors have found Grey Seal yet, or uncovered its significance. Heck I haven’t done that either. But I know the teepee must be in that spot to effect the control. I knew that in the past as well. It’s been there in hyperspace-time all along. 4th Way.
I stumbled upon what I believe to be part of the “Spite Wall” this day, separating Herman Park from lands to the south. I’ll have to look up the story about this wall soon. I also lost my sunglasses there, but found them upon a return the next day. Lucky me!*
Jupiter Rock on Gene Fade’s Mountain, where he was born and grew up. Yes, Gene is a true, dyed in the blue Jupiton, and he never forgot his roots while at the same time going beyond them.
A shot of Jupiter Rock’s Red Spot, and the place Hucka D. states was the small “downtown” area just beyond.
We move back to Herman Park now and Ditchlandia. Only a few of my photos turned out to be blog-worthy of this place on this particular shooting spree, and here we have one of ’em: a pecked tree on the eastern lip of the ditch in question. I would assume this ditch to be an old road of some kind. But if so it’s now bisected by TILE Creek. Was the creek channeled here later on? A distinct possibility given that Drink Lake may have been created after the road.
Interesting drop of water on TILE Creek basically in line with the ditch/road laying on either side of it. Multi-colored earth here.
A couple of the numerous Ditchlandia hemlocks.
Prominent Ditchlandia rock on the eastern edge, toward Drink Lake and its dam.
Smashed up boat lying just at the bottom of the Drink Lake spillway.
I think it is the same boat found in this verse:
Then he said that she was a wind, a strong terrible wind, coming out of the darkness of a stormy sea and that he was a boat left on the shore of the sea by a fisherman.
* Related passage:
Focus this year seems to be more on Herman Park and TILE Creek and Drink Lake. Also: Notherton a bit, over in Frank Park. Big news so far is the discovery of an earthen teepee smack in the middle of my precious Whitehead Crossing. I’ve been invaded! I do not know the culprit but the wife suspects Sustainable Development students from the local college. Maybe a paper or report is involved. Anyhoot, they’re there now, and I’m sure I’ll stop in every week or 3 to check on progress. The teepee is not yet finished, and will not protect from the rain. Does someone plan to actually live in it for a spell? Perhaps the *whole summer coming up*? But, like I said, it’s there now.
The other prime development is a re-attraction to Herman Park, specifically the Drink Lake environs. Newly explored regions include Straw Hole on the shores of Drink Lake, and also Ditchlandia below the lake’s dam. I desire to create another toy happening. Will the setting be Ditchlandia? A distinct possibility. I haven’t returned to Billfork yet this early spring but that’s probably in the cards soon as well. Perhaps this weekend… I wish Carrcassonnee was still around to talk to. Or Hucka D. Someone. But I guess there’s Artie J. Spongeberg now.
[no additional answer]
I’d also like to get back to Sharieland. Look at that Mysten Rock again. Toy happening there instead? And what about Middletown? Wasn’t the plan to have a toy happening at Dead Center Hill before the poison ivy returned? What about that? What about Mythopolis and the Spine Line?
Okay I have returned.
Great (!) Where’ve you been?
Doesn’t matter. Frogtown. Jennifer.
A friend. A real good friend. Real good.
I’m glad you’re back.
We must speak of Whitehead Crossing, for one. Doug is involved. Doug is in the [teepee]. Stay away from Doug. Beware of Doug.
Hucka D.’s return. Soon Carrcassonnee too.
[joined in progress]
wasn’t for him. We had a talk about it.
You and Spongeberg?
Yes. I agreed to come back. Spongeberg said he’s not ready yet.
But he’s here now. No going away once you’re here.
Hucka D. (somewhat sternly):
Where did you hear that?
So I… you go ahead.
We’re back to Whitehead Crossing and this Doug. He’s here to stay. But, no, he’ll go away. Did you consider this may be a she?
Possibility I suppose. I would do it if I were a woman.
Doesn’t it look kind of nice and clean for a man?
Why in that place at this time?
Power point. They have successfully taken over Whitehead Crossing hook line and sinker. They have conquered. You cannot return now. Banished. Because you didn’t care enough about it, see. They’ll do more with it for now. Then you can return later. Use their spot. But stay away for now. Don’t go down there. Power. Point. We don’t know what kind of power they have.
Is Spongeberg in the teepee?
Silly man. But: yes!
So here it is. Here’s my theory. Remember all that talk about a 4th Way into Whitehead Crossing last spring and summer? Remember how *Story Room* dwelt in the house at the end of this path or way? Here’s the related collage…
I know who this Chuck is. And why he lived at the end of the 4th Way.
“He came into Collagesity and took Carrcassonnee’s place just to show[ you] that he could do so. Then he left. He doesn’t consider this place real. What’s real for him is out there.”
I take Frank Park and give you Herman. Have fun with Herman. I have Frank.
They’ve simply taken the whole [Allen Knob], pheh. Same person or people obviously. 2130.
Artie J. Spongeberg tours Fal Mouth Moon
Found in a bend on the carriage trail. Funtastical! Wonder who put it there?
“Mercury Ridge” shots from Sharieland.
Quite interesting looking rocks throughout — not large but seemingly well placed, let’s say.
Mercury Ridge trees.
This represented my initial exploration of the ridge.
Herman’s Mansion in Disguise, once more:
More soon! Sharieland may be a spring hiking focus. I’m almost healed.
March 29 2015 photos
New territory discovered not once but twice yesterday (Sunday). We start in Boulder — or more precisely on the edge between Boulder and Herman Park — where for the first time I poked around the mouth of TILE Creek as it empties into a fork of the Old River (ironically one of the newest rivers in not only the United States but the world). The mouth is found just off the short driveway down to the Boulder Water Treatment Plant from the main highway. Plant employees have apparently created steps down to the stream juncture; a kind of miniature park. Perhaps they go there to eat and relax at lunch and on breaks.
This is the small gorge that the Old River fork runs through just before encountering TILE Creek. Possibilities exist here for future toy happenings. I was happy to find it. Civilization lies all around this pocket of gorge-ous wilderness. 🙂
A small but very sandy beach just downstream from the TILE-Old conjunction.
This hemlock towers over it — obvious ruler. This is yet another spot that could serve as a toy happening.
A green-ing island at the Mouth of TILE. Green Isle I suppose is as good a name as any.
Then I decided to hike in neighboring Frank Park this same day and found another new and most likely more important discovery: a whole *’nother section of Whitehead Crossing*, effectively blocked off from the main part. That’s why I didn’t find it until yesterday. I will definitely be heading back to this area sometime during the next handful of days. For now I’ll say that Green Stream, Whitehead X-ing’s largest water flow, cascades through the western edge of the open area. This region has also been called Red Head in the past, and supposedly where Mossman settled in ancient times after finding the Korean Channel through the old Spoon Fork Portal System. But Red Head remained only conjecture until yesterday.
Interesting rocks at the top of one of the several Red Head cascades. I’ll most likely create a map of Red Head sometime this spring, when I gather more information. First off, I have to figure out an *easier way into it* (!).
This seems to represent a very important rock toward the northern limit of the cascade series. Additional info soon (once more).
Many interesting features in the cascades region.
And this is a shallow pool of water found nearby which I also hadn’t known about before. Most likely it will garner a name soon as well. But as hard as I tried, all paths heading toward the main part of Whitehead Crossing evaporated from this direction. I could *see* the main part through the trees and rhododendron — just couldn’t reach it.
Rotted tree near the pool.
Another nifty Red Head rock on Green Stream, this one toward the southern end of the blocked off region. South Rock?
I probably need to give up Collagesity in Minoa in a couple of days, but can I manage it? I just talked to Carrcassonnee, who made a brief reappearance in the town’s temple. She said to remember her for who she is, and also that she would return. She recently had a baby — wonder what happened to it? But I suppose that might just be my keyboards (arriving Tuesday!). So what I need to do is save *all the town’s art*. I’m not going to worry about saving the altered Fal Mouth Moon structure. I’ll just re-create it as needed later on. My Sunklands site is up for renewal in August, and I want to make sure that will continue. I suppose.
Amazing new developments out in the *real* woods. Yesterday I found a whole new section of Whitehead Crossing which, quite peculiarly, seems to be blocked off from the main part. That’s why I hadn’t found it before. But Sunday was different. Now — perhaps even today — I have to figure out an easier way to get into it. I believe this to be the Mossman’s Red Head, mentioned here on this old map (top right)…
… but only hypothetically. Another name, then — looking at this map — could be Burnt Head, like on Monhegan Island along with its already employed Whitehead and Little Whitehead. I’m going to leave Blackhead alone, however.
Red Head related names
2 Greenheads in US, both with an elevation of 144 feet (12 x 12). Synchronicity or chance?
Greenhead, FL, with nearby Red Head. This is only Red Head pp in US. A low summit of this name exists in another Washington County, in Maine.
I think here of Anne of Green Gables and her red hair, which she accidentally turned green just before she was accepted by Marilla to stay at Green Gables.
Obviously when one’s hair turns white with age, you no longer have to worry about your original hair color unless you dye it. Accepting one’s [red] hair equals acceptance of oneself. Accepting one’s white hair equals acceptance of one’s *older* self. We are all figuratively white in the end, if we live long enough.
Whitehead in Da Woods.
Whitehead X-ing Notes 01
Birds beat the bugs at Greenhead, after the bugs (bees) were defeated at Whitehead X-ing (Mammoth Cave hole double — see Falmouth collage 61!). Bird = Waxy symbolically (bird like formation at Greenhead hole). Traditionally the bird and bug are both *Martin*, like the knob (Allen to Martin Knob). Once Allen Knob becomes Martin Knob then all will be revealed. The location of Whitehead X-ing. The Art. All.
For now, Martin remains the primary falls on the Mountain. But in the future: Martin to Allen and Allen to Martin (source: KY, SD, NE, more).
Begin to think of Gene Fade’s production “Fade to Moss” again, a symbolic tribute to Mossman culture and expansion. Mossmen find Korean Channel and Whitehead Crossing location at its top. Silverberg established (Spongeberg related now?). Concreek explored and mystified. It was turned into an Alchemical Treatise.
Gene Fade wanted to use Whitehead X-ing as location for filming. Mossmen established themselves in Red Head. Bees were already over in neighboring Greenhead. All’s that was left to do was develop Whitehead X-ing, where it all went down. Rock (who became center of Fade’s tall tale) crashlanded into Mattland. Spotted Eagle Rock — Crocodile Rock. The whole of Coahoma County, Mississippi was involved (source: Dundee). Elton. Rocket Man. Came over from Sharieland in Herman Park, some say, and they may have been correct. Elton steps up from Mattland through Welcome Matt Rock, right through where the brand new teepee has been half erected. This is the southern edge of 4 Sticks, which represents ’73 and Goodbye Yellow Brick Road (and also Led Zep’s Zoso album from ’73 — and all ’73 albums really). Then Grey Rock and Seal Stone beyond its northern side, after you at least symbolically cross Big Log. This represents establishment beyond Sharieland, and the first 4 songs of Elton’s album GYBR (also: Green, Yellow, Blue, Red — TILE). No Name Spring here too.
I’m still impressed and, really, amazed how Red Head is so successfully blocked off from Whitehead Crossing. The Mossmen must surely have valued their privacy and security. But still they came to Whitehead, coming from the mysterious east and this Red Head no one seemed to be able to locate.
Blue Skies Mr.: An important concept to bridge Red Head and Greenhead energies and create the Whitehead X-ing matrix. Supposedly Rock (= Elton) created Blue Skies Mr. as a God to worship, perhaps modeled upon his own physical creator Sinclair from the Sinking Creek Designated Mystery Area in Virginia.
Climactic scene to “Fade to Moss” might have occurred on Grey Seal. Threat of a fall?
Edward Stone or Edward’s Stone becomes a complement to Grey Seal (Grey Rock plus Seal Stone). Edward Stone then becomes Edwardston, and a sity is established, like the Emerald City. Elephant. Sharon Stone. Moss. Meade. Greenberg. Green Turtle (One of 7 Whitehead Crossing Wonders?) points this out, as there was a Green Turtle city next to Edwardston city in Mythos. The Emerald (grass growth) as well.
Wonders (will work on more later):
Grey Seal (Grey Rock plus Seal Stone)
White Rock (?)
No Name Rock (?)
Edward Stone (>Edwardston)
Orange Hill (site of Fal Mouth Moon with its *61* collages). Orange Hill, some say, is the Crossing itself. 61×49. 2989.
Fal Mouth Moon was originally known as Castle Dundee before its conversion into an art gallery. Man named Dundee (with his wife) lived there. Cause of curse?
Fal Mouth Moon is direct bridge between Real Life (Whitehead Crossing) and Second Life (Collagesity). This portal was sealed by X-ians in AD 100 (After Dundee 100). Rock with cross topped Orange Hill, then, as in Falmouth Collage #__. Dingo appeared at top, and Fox below, at bottom of (Orange Hill) cliff, also known as Cliffs of Dundee.
Whitehead X-ing Notes 02
Study: WIS maps. Red Head may equal the central WIS?
Mall Meadows (famous for its 5 shot lattes) may have also been called Five Points (source: Washington County, FL).
An important concept is that the bees, like Hucka Doobie (or anthropomorphized bees) use to live at Whitehead Crossing before being basically forced to move to Greenhead to escape persecution. Uncle Zoe and Aunt Joe plugged up their main hole, the Mammoth Hole to them, like the entrance to Mammoth Cave. They found another (smaller) hole at Greenhead. Waxy greeted them as they were released to freedom. The bird beats the bug.
So the bees may have been the original inhabitants of Whitehead X-ing. Did their honey attract Pooh, then?
The Bees still met other Whitehead Crossing related species at Mall Meadows.
Direction Rock: one of the WH Xing wonders?
GNIRPS may have been started or maybe moved to WH Xing in the past. GNIRPS is a computer or computer program based upon US maps. Maps about *us*.
Map Rat may be in at least partial charge of GNIRPS (source: MO). If so, Rat (conj. Map) is connected to the mythical Giant Rat of Sumatra. Cousins: Elephant of Celebes (Max Ernst) and Rose Hobart (Joseph Cornell; location=Boreo).
Map Rat is assoc. with Gang of Willard (1 member).
In short, Map Rat is from Real Life Sunklands. Source of that equals MO again, specifically Shannon County.
This is still very important: There is a direct link (portal) between my Little Whitehead in WH X-ing and Little Whitehead Summit on Monhegan Island, ME. And it probably generates all the other Maine related synchs in area, including Norum(bega), Nautilus Island (reached exclusively through Whiteheads), Gray with its lone Southern soldier and also Blue Feather Gallery on Brown Street, and also the reversal of North and South in Oxford County (Mexico-Peru to Norway-Sweden-Denmark), and also Bull Rocks at Dixfield. Maine is much about Whitehead X-ing. Believe it!
White Rock, Whitehead Crossing, has power. Extends this into the White Rocks of TX, pointing out Petty/Pettiway (Petty + Ewa) and also the White Triangle of White Rock – Whitewright – White Rock. This is just beyond w. line of Fannin County, as the White Rock near Petty (and Petty, in turn near “High”) just beyond *east* line of Fannin.
We now also know that Petty is connected to Tom Petty, who is probably referring to being high in the song “Running Down a Dream” featured in Carrcass-10.
In Spring 2013 during another run of Whitehead X-ing related posts, I figured out that Seal Stone sits atop Grey Rock, making “Grey Seal” in toto, like the Elton John song. The spring beside it with no name quickly became No Title Spring (after the song before Grey Seal and after the title song of the album, GYBR: “This Song has no Title”).
The very shallow pool just discovered in Red Head may have been named Big Blue Pool in the past (source: Washington Co, FL again). Much deeper in past. It definitely has a story. You can’t easily get from Red Head to Whitehead X-ing from this direction, as reinforced to me just yesterday (!).
Zebra Station at or near the mouth of Concreek points to Head Trip, which may be coded within a computer there. Black and white, like a Zebra. Zebra, Missouri and nearby Damsel Island is the source, however. It lies on the edge of Korean Channel, which is a important *tile* within Head Trip, perhaps what it was all built around.
This is a way beyond Billfork. This is Head Trip. Solidifes Whitehead X-ing as *the* place to create an art happening in the future, perhaps a cabin even.
Green Turtle also “found” in Spring 2013, along with the Wilcoxson cemeter and the Totem (Land of Blue and Purple).
4 Sticks also known as ZoSo, perhaps degenerated to SoSo. Big Log also named Spring 2013.
Yellow Bricks hidden at Tinsitiy originally come from WH X-ing and it’s “Rocky Trail”?
Imp. Whitehead X-ing related post here to review carefully:
The Emerald name also coined Spring 2013.
Diamond Rock found late spring 2013. On Diamond Beach of Whitehead Brook. (a 4×7 magic diamond? like centers my opus 1 drawing)
Walk the Contemplation Loop this summer when and if possible.
Red Head Mysteries 01
I didn’t go down into Red Head yesterday. My back still isn’t completely healed up, and apparently walking on uneven ground for lengthy spells still irritates it some. Explorations in and around Red Head do *not* involve long stretches of level ground. It’s all uneven to a degree. Which gets to my news today. I *did* find a pretty easy way into Red Head day before yesterday, through relatively open woods. But it’s a descent toward the end, because the stream probably lies 250-300 feet below the top of the ridge I hiked along to get down there. I’m going to give it a name even: Martin Ridge. The side trek peels off from the Maine Trail before it too takes a sharp turn downward in heading toward the direction of Whitehead Crossing proper. And it was also reinforced to me the same day that there really seems to be no easy way at all to get from one to the other. Red Head is effectively blocked from Whitehead X-ing. And that’s good in a way, and how it was “designed” I’m sure, let’s put it. That person or those people constructing and using the WH X-ing teepee, for example, probably can’t get to Red Head, even if they heard me over there walking about.
Interesting grouping of tree trunks encountered while heading down the ridge to Red Head:
Remember: When Allen and Martin switch places with each other, all will be revealed about Whitehead X-ing, Red Head, and all the rest. But that switcheroo is probably a considerable distance in the future still, perhaps decades and decades.
And I believe my intense focus on Middletown is over for the moment because of the Red Head findings. My attention is fully on Frank and Herman Park presently and the Blue Mtn. region. For now.
Red Head: general areas.
Green Stream is the spine of the area. Two blocks of cascades help define its passage through Red Head. The first block creates an area that reminds me of Billfork in character, with a standout-ish rock and also a side spring, like Billfork has Billrock and Billy Spring. This block really only has 2 well defined cascades if memory serves — at its beginning and end. The first or top one starts around the place where the largest rock of the area is encountered. I still do not have a name for this rock. I’ll give a picture of it again…
The second cascade, a mossier one (Mossy Falls?), comes right where the side spring empties into Green Stream. Unfortunately I still have not created a blog worthy photo of it; will try again quite soon (today? Sunday?).
Rocks near top of first cascade:
Interesting rusty piece of metal jutting from the ground there:
First cascades. Esp. interesting seeming, squarish rock in the middle of the mossier ones here; can you spot it?
Red Head Mysteries 02
A snapshot from land above the cascades, where Green Stream flattens out and collects a number of side flows in the process, like the one pictured below. I know — I’ll get some better pictures soon. Just wanted to chronicle the exploration for today’s post.
I wandered through this more constricted area quite a ways before turning back. Complicated! I can’t wait to map it all out. So this flatter area is above the 2 blocks of cascades we’re talking about. And then there’s flatter land below them, which would border Whitehead Crossing proper to the west and south.
The second section of cascades represents a somewhat steeper descent of Green Stream through Red Head. It also marks the place where Green Stream experiences its steepest elevation change anywhere along its approx. 1 1/2 to 2 mile long route, most likely. The topmost of the cascades is here; again we’re dealing with some very interesting looking rocks…
… such as pictured here in an earlier blog post…
And this stone I dubbed South Rock on my initial hike in the area did indeed turn out to be at the bottom of this stretch of cascades before the stream flattens out again. It is the southernmost of the larger rocks, and perhaps makes a nice balance to the rock at the top of the first cascades above it (the “Billrock parallel”), which I might call North Rock, then. But don’t commit me to that.
Red Head + Greenhead 01
First there was an incident: The Carrots Incident.
This led to Anne buying spurious dye from a road peddler who claimed it would turn her hair a beautiful raven black. No more Red Head.
But the product turned her hair green instead. She temporarily became a Greenhead. Then this was quickly followed by Marilla adopting Anne as a “kindred spirit” to live with her and her brother Matthew at *Green* Gables. She wouldn’t be sent back to the orphanage. The temporary color of the hair was absorbed into the color of the house and transmuted.
Anne Shirley subsequently learned to accept her red hair with this fixed center established, seeing it not so much carrot-like.
I connect all this to Whitehead X-ing because the Green Gable scenes I give a link to above are in Carrcass+6, along with a lot of other pieces of the original Anne of Green Gables tv movie starring Megan Follows. And the audio from the second clip (green hair incident) is also used in the next carrcass beyond this, or Carrcass+5 (remembering that successive positive carrcasses are numbered backwards from 8 to 0). In C+5, Anne Shirley is directly paralleled with the namesake wizard Howl of Howl’s Moving Castle, who was also very distraught over a hair dying incident. *His* hair turned a carrot-like *red*, but then this was quickly replaced by the raven black that Shirley desired so much at the time. Then *everything* turned green and Sophie leaves, saying she’s had enough of this place (Howl’s castle).
Red Head + Greenhead 02
As I’ve spoken about before, the problem with the name Red Head is that it lies on (and near the source or head of) *Green* Stream, while it is Greenhead instead positioned on the smaller tributary of Green Stream named Red, probably Red Brook or Red Spring. Obviously there’s a bit of a switcheroo happening here. I think of color-blind people who can’t differentiate the colors green and red.
According to Whitehead X-ing mythology, Red Head was named for Leaf Erik’son’s father’s red hair. In the real world, the source of of these 2 Whitehead X-ing figures are famed Norse explorers Leif Ericson and his own carrot topped father Erik The Red.
Thorvald Asvaldsson [Erik the Red] was banished from Norway for manslaughter and went into exile in Iceland accompanied by young Erik [Leif]. When Erik was himself banished from Iceland, he traveled further west to an area he named Greenland, where he established the first permanent settlement in 986….
Erikson and his crew travelled from Greenland to Norway in 999. Blown off course to the Hebrides and staying for much of the summer, he arrived in Norway and became a hirdman of King Olaf Tryggvason. He also converted to Christianity and was given the mission of introducing the religion to Greenland. The Saga of Erik the Red and the Saga of the Greenlanders, both thought to have been written around 1200, contain different accounts of the voyages to Vinland. The two only known strictly historical mentions of Vinland are found in the work of Adam of Bremen c. 1075 and in the Book of Icelanders compiled c. 1122 by Ari the Wise. According to the Saga of Erik the Red, Leif apparently saw Vinland for the first time after being blown off course on his way to introduce Christianity to Greenland.
Compare with here:
First person — perhaps a Mossman — to visit The Crossing was Leaf [Erik’son]. His father was Red who became the Redhead Father of All. Father God that is. Leaf came from the east — Greene Knob, which we may now call Greenland Knob (still working on that name). All the land to the east, after that, became known as Redhead, however, after The Father. Whitehead was named for the white headed God the “Christians” of the region worshipped, and perhaps Leaf himself per the history of his real life double Lief Erickson. Then the Bees inexplicably had a Greenhead, perhaps just a joke to balance out Whitehead and Redhead. Perhaps something to do with Washington Co., Fla. and its Red Head, Greenhead, Whitehead Crossing, Poplar Head, and Orange Hill and Norum.
WH X-ing also has a Vinland region bounded on the “west” by No Title Spring, the “south” by Weed, the “east” by Five Points/Mall area, and the “north” by [Markland perhaps?].
It is fairly clear, I think, that Greenland represents the mountain known as Greene Knob south of Allen Knob. Both of these lie on the western edge of Frank Park, and are of similar elevation. Green Stream runs between the two.
Leaf Erik’son established himself at least temporarily at Vinland in what was later to become WH X-ing. This would be the ancient past. A time blind person could not differentiate past from present and future, however. At any rate a monolith remains, telling us of his presence (presents?) there.
“You got it. Leaf was blown into [and through] Whitehead Crossing a number of time.”
The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy. With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village.
When the moment of sophistication came to George Willard his mind turned to Helen White, the Winesburg banker’s daughter. Always he had been conscious of the girl growing into womanhood as he grew into manhood.
Another concept you wanted to *broach* today was the idea of Zebra Station. It was real (!). At the mouth of Concreek as you’ve guessed. Based upon Head Trip. Black and white[ like a Zebra]. It was a computer, like [the Pope Project]. Pretty Bunnies was about the computer as well. Good work!
Thanks, Hucka D. But the clues were there in the landscape. Korean Channel… Porkchop Rock. Silverberg.
Hucka D. (repeating):
Head Trip is a computer. Study Concreek, then. The Past.
Boxy Brown’s chosen backdrop!
“Head Trip” goes beyond “Billfork”. The Korean Channel and its Whitehead X-ing, etc., goes beyond TILE Creek and Billfork and such. This is where it all went down[ in the past/present/future]. What time are it?”
“Drink Lake is where it all happened. That’s the true Head Trip baker b. Drink is a computer. Real. Really real. Jennifer. Smoke that in your pipe and stuff it.”
And then this would be Drink, Boxy Brown’s opposite I’m assuming.
Like Newton and Jasper. He ho.
Hucka D. (interrupting the flow):
We can’t talk much about this tonight.
I can’t take the focus off Drink Lake and put it squarely on Whitehead Crossing and the Korean Channel.
That’s about it (!). And: your choice. No real harm done either way. Black and white[ once more].
Frank Park Music
Inability to weave Bee Line at the Weaving Spot on Gene Fade’s Mtn. parallels inability to score music — 5 lines in each weaving as it were.
This may be why Gene Fade left Jupiter Rock and his parents and his namesake mountain. Inability.
Possible rectification: Artie J. Spongeberg & CHRO.
Study nearby Supersity again and the Supersity Wheel, now dismantled. Another rock art piece, like the 80 post Fence Art on the same mountain. CORRECTION: Actually in looking at a topo map of the area in question I don’t think we can say that Supersity is on Gene Fade’s Mtn. It instead lies on a separate ridge to the north and west of this mountain. Supersity, although still perhaps a former Mossman city, remains basically separate from the art activities on the mountain, then.
But at the same time, the Supersity Wheel seems intimately connected with the 80 post fence art on the neighboring mtn. Proximity counts in this case.
Gene Fade’s parents thought of TILE and related CHRO as jokes. Religious and artistic and musical guffaws, led by a laughing mad jester (Spongeberg). Gene studied TILE/CHRO in Notherton with /Spongeberg/. Pineapple. Easter Island rock. Rebirth.
“It wasn’t Notherton, however. It was *Whitehead Crossing itself*.”
Thanks Hucka D. Happy Easter.
Thank you. Same to you. Nice drive you had today. You visited Mars I heard, both Hill and Hall versions.
More Hall than Hill. And also: Dead Center Hill, speaking of hill.
Yes. What did you think of it?
Well, I came away less… well, not sure actually. It is obviously still a center. A power site to be dealt with in the future. Edna was not impressed with the junk hole.
Would you be[ in her shoes]?
Suppose not. Maybe.
So Gene Fade met Spongeberg in Whitehead X-ing.
You just said…
I cannot reveal all at once. You must take bits and pieces. You now know that Gene was running away from a traditional musical career. Probably went to school in Notherton, but had to move away from home Jupiter Rock in the process. Ran a cappery, yes. But probably just worked there — in the *mall* [like I, baker b., worked in a mall in my 20s]. Fade liked Notherton. It was about the size of your Middletown. It may have even been called Middletown [at one time].
Unlikely, Hucka D.
So the 80 post fence art is correct music, scored out. And it directly parallels the beginning of this Frank and Herman Einstein blog and the original 80 posts of it.
Yes. Music is blog.
That’s a solid beginning. Followed up by the Supersity Wheel or Hoop.
It was actually Future City above Supersity. Planned but not[ activated].
Frank Park Music 02
Red Head Again
On one of Green Stream’s rocky beaches just below Red Head proper, I found a piece of blue glass. I decided to take a picture because a similar shard of glass was found just downstream on the upper limits of Whitehead Crossing several years back. Comparison picture here. LINK Since water doesn’t flow backwards I’m going to assume it’s not the same piece of glass. Could be from the same bottle, etc., obviously.
Red Head’s shallow but substantial pool, once more. Must get a name for it. Shallow Pool isn’t good enough.
Partially moss covered rock at the top of the cascades region, near the biggest rock. Again — names.
A newly discovered, larger rock on this great day of hiking, in a general uphill direction from the rock pictured above. It’s large enough to have its own type of microcosm on top, as I tried to capture a bit in the second photo below.
A smaller rock beside it with slates of rock on top. Looks like they were almost laid out there in a purposeful manner.
The top cascade, once more.
Interesting stack of tree trunks that can be seen from parts of Red Head — a landmark.
A Red Head side stream in its lower part. I believe this flows directly into that shallow pool mentioned above.
Heading uphill and out of Red Head, I came across this animal skull of presently unknown species. I’ll have to take a better picture when there’s more light, and compare with online resources.
A more interesting rock on the slowly developing path back. I’m not sure I’ll enter Red Head enough to make a stable trail, but, then again, there’s only one feasible way in basically and it goes through here.
Return of the WIS Map
This mysterious WIS center that all Frank and Herman Parks seem to revolve around is obviously Red Head in a way, in a manner.
Gene Fade’s Mtn.
Below we have a shot of Supersity, currently with a winnebago perched on top where its Super Hoop use to be. I can’t return to these rocks until the “squatters” leave. But that’s okay — I have my pictures. And it’s slightly outside Frank Park anyway.
But the 80 post fence art *still stands* on the north side of neighboring Gene Fade Mtn.. Coolie! I suppose passing hikers keep this up, because the rocks are more numerous now than ever on this 80th and last post. Original *post* on this subject here. LINK.
I believe this is an apple tree, with an open arch at its base.
Rock cliff overlooking the Trident Stream region to the west just off the same trail with the 80 post art piece. Granddaddy Mtn. looms in the distance.
Interesting, fairy-like base of another tree. This could be in the location Hucka D. has called Priorsburg, where a direct ancestor of Gene Fade use to live (“Gene Prior”). I don’t think Gene Fade himself has visited the place, however. Could be wrong. This Priorsburg is on the west side of Gene Fade’s Mountain. Gene himself was born on the east side, at Jupiter Rock. But again all this history isn’t quite nailed down yet. Several new developments have come about on the mountain recently, including “Chuck’s Loop.”
The Weaving Place revisited. I don’t recall this twinned tree at its center…
… nor these similarly twinned rocks. More on all this soon, I’m guessing.
Baker Bloch rarely goes outside the immediate Rubi area these days. Here he poses in the Tower of TILE, gazing out at his beloved virtual forest. But is a trip back to First Life in the works soon, a la a “Baker Bloch in England”?
“Should be a nice weekend for hiking, Hucka D. I may return to Red Head — probably will. Why not. And then Gene Fade’s Mtn. is a target again. I’d like to go back to the Weaving Spot.”
That’s where everything became unraveled.
This post will pertain to Mossman actor Gene Fade, as extended, for example, into Gene Wilder.
Gene “I to y” Wylder — A PRIOR. Home: Trident Streams to the immediate west of Gene Fade Mtn., and in the westernmost region of Frank and Herman Parks as a whole.
Perhaps [even] Gene *Wildest* per description of these creeks here:
The streams fan out below this commonality, roughly forming the shape of a downward pointing 3 pronged trident or head of such, as classically associated with the Roman God Neptune. The names Lower Trident, Middle Trident and Upper Trident for these streams, north to south, is made more apt by the fact that tributaries merging into a single stream are often called prongs. This general area is possibly the wildest and most remote part of Frank and Herman Parks as a whole.
Also: Wild Wild[er] W[ild]est.
Parents Boaz and Viola buried (in Graves).
There is evidence that Prior is WIS (Wizard — played by Richard Pryor in The Wiz). Gene Wylder joked about himself being Gene Prior. He saw into Future as Gene Fade, a nodal personality destined to reside in Whitehead X-ing.
It was Gene *Prior* who wove his lifestory at The Weaving Spot.
Must talk of the Loop of Chuck also on Fade’s Mountain or on its south side, where Story Room’s Chuck or Charlie and I fused as fellow yellow composers (Ear) just the other day (as channeled from a probable future event).
The story of Gene Fade becomes the story of Frank and Herman Parks.
It must have been at Whitehead X-ing:Red Head where Gene Fade discovers his Gene(s) Prior, and the WIS connections. This leads to Tinsity. Excitement.
Boaz indicates superheroes, particularly Superman and Batman via Illinois and Wisconsin. See here:
Additionally, Boaz + Viola in Graves County, KY is also near Metropolis, Illinois, indicating a continuation or extension of Story. Death of a Superman. Death of Superman’s[ spouse]. They become PRIOR.
Webster orders Gorman [Richard Pryor] to use his computer knowledge to create Kryptonite, remembering Lois Lane’s Daily Planet interview with Superman, in which Superman identified it as his only weakness. Gus uses Vulcan to locate Krypton’s debris in outer space.
But in the end the brothers come together to bury the evil supercomputer. It becomes PRIOR too. “y to I”.
There is also a Neptune in Richland County, WI near Boaz and Gotham. Neptune NJ is birthplace to not one but 2 actors who played prominent Batman villians. Can you guess them? Hint:
Bloom (City) is also near both Boaz KY and Boaz WI, and thus also near Metropolis/Gotham. Blooming flowers are often put on graves. Bloom pop places have already arisen in this Frank and Herman Einstein! Blog here.
“First off, Hucka D., there’s this tiny place called Bloom just north by northeast of Winfield in Carroll County, Maryland, the one already identified as next to Legos Choice which brings up an assoc. with Winfield, Kansas in Cowley County there.”
Correct. When you looked up Bloom, Chicago Heights came up as a variant name in a rather short list. Cool! Wonder who did that (snickers)?
Yeah, and in researching our magical book came up with this yesterday… called the first successful adaptation of the book.
Well, you better not delay, and look up Winesburg, then. Why don’t you broaden it with Wines/. That’ll catch the sap.
The Bloom in Graves Co., KY is unlisted, thus historical. It is a Dead Bloom.
Also appropriate here may be Bloomer, as here in Madison County, IN:
First, notice the Anderson county seat.
Not shown: Clare + Fisherburg. Results: Dead, as in Six Feet Under. Bloom, Lapel, Aroma: obviously an undertaker’s carnation or equivalent. Additional note: Anderson is a Father Figure. Anderson is the author of Winesap. That’ll catch it.
Claire Simone Fisher (1983 – 2085, age 101) — The youngest lived to be the oldest. Claire went on to become a world-renowned photographer and even taught at NYU. Her obit says she had numerous memorable magazine covers. Taking her mother’s advice to be a strong woman, she never took her husband Ted’s last name, presumably because she married him later in life and didn’t want to change it in light of her successful career. Stylistically, two things stand out for me as we watch Claire pass. One is that the future doesn’t look all that futuristic. The second? Claire’s eyes. She must have had cataracts or something similar because they’re glossed over, white, and devoid of life. How sad to think that the one thing she needed to truly achieve her art was taken from her. She couldn’t see any of the pictures she had shot in her final years.
Just like that, Six Feet Under was over. Now’s your chance to sound off. TV Squad only sort of covered this show when it originally aired (well before my tenure here), but I’m curious to know what every thinks. Am I off in saying this is the best series finale ever? Do you think everyone’s death did their character justice? Watch the final moments first if you need to jog your memory and remember, “Everything. Everyone.
This brings us back to Chuck or Charles, since the video in the link makes a direct synch with perhaps his most famous of all tunes: Constantinople. Try it and see!
Constantinople = Death. And so it begins (again).
Fishers of men(1), fishers of men
Up one side and back again
Along the river of men
“Well….? What did you and Chuck talk about?!”
Hi Hucka D. Well, we talked about the diagonal, starting at Constantinople. The diagonal in W4N1. I told him that’s how Story Room made their grand entrance into the world of carrcasses, [in] +3 to be exact.
You and he became one within that loop. Great! You told him about synchronicity wedged between intent and chance, starting in Dark Side of the Rainbow. That’s where it all starts. That’s where it will always start.
Yes. DSOTR isn’t chance and it isn’t intent. Not at the core. That leaves synchronicity. That’s the seed. Then the seed sprouts and turns into SID’s 1st Oz. I told him about
Bunny Boy “What’s Up Doc?” How perhaps the strangest thing of all is that 8 songs were left from the album after I scoured it for synchs matches in the, let’s see, 4 previous synchs, starting with, um we call that one… hafta check…
Looks like I decided to call it “Black Man”. That’s the ending track to What’s Up Doc? And that table in [the] “C-10” [post] is that of Carrcass-10.*
Did you actually get to watch Carrcass-10? With Chuck I mean?
Well, we drove out to Frank Park to walk the loop. I should say that although this visit by Chuck of Story Room was similar to that of Roger Pine Ridge, it was channeled from the future this time to make safe.
9 months as I understand. Too early. Too soon. But good for safety, yes. Chuck didn’t hit you over the head with a beer bottle in this imaginary channeling session I’m assuming (laughs).
No. Not this time [around]. He was very cordial as you can imagine, and showed great interest in what I was saying. I was trying to tell him that his work — and I emphasized the later stuff here, like “What’s Up Doc?” — would stand the test of time. This is [the information that] the synchronicities provided me.
And your synchronicities, your carrcasses, would [stand the test of time] as well.
I suppose so, Hucka D. After all, the synchronicities are dependant on the musical and video sources. They have to stand the test of time hand in hand or it doesn’t work. They must go together.
So The Shining, “What’s Up Doc?”, and Carrcass-10 all walk together down the road of time.
I guess so.
But he also urged you to [re-]become a composer yourself. He said you are not him, and that you must make your own path.
True, we shared the loop, walking around and around again and chatting. He said he thought “What’s Up Doc?’ contained a special energy as well. A rekindling of the peak of the golden days. I told him I thought “What’s Up Doc?” was about as strong as “Strange Creek” from 1978. He seemed pleased.
No one likes to hear their glory days are far behind them. True that was [the peak of] their classic period. But you can have several peaks. The carrcasses themselves now have several peaks. And the peaks are the same [between the carrcasses or synchronicities and the Story Room albums in question]. That’s the really cool part. At some point…
The two flows latched onto each other. They cannot be separated in time/space. They have intertwined, intermingled. They walk a loop together. But they are not the same.
I’m trying to remember what else we talked about… took a while to explain the audiovisual synchronicities.
Did he accept that “What’s Up Doc?” was composed with Carrcass-10 in the background — The Shining?
He didn’t follow you up the hill. To Priorsburg?
No. We stopped walking the loop and got back in the car to go home. He had to leave the next day.
You watched synchronicities that night?
We watched “What’s Up Doc?” The videos.
* I got confused here and didn’t finish my train of thought. I was attempting to explain to Chuck that 7 of the remaining 8 (of 19 total) tracks of What’s Up Doc?, the ones I had left over after the mentioned “scouring”, were then employed in Carrcass-10. And they fit *perfectly* each and every one. No holes. “How could this be?” I asked Chuck as we continued to pace around the loop. We were nearing the bridge across the creek that led from the mostly drained pond. I later counted the rungs: 19 total.
Blue Duck, er, Drake
General idea: Blue Drake formed or energized or crystallized in 1978, same year as the release of both Duck Stab/Buster and Glen by The Residents and also Strange Days by Story Room. 2 fer 1.
All important Rubisea separated dark (Lycanthrope sim) from light (Blue Drake sim).
At the same time, baker b.’s CHRO system was seeded and started to expand *on a diagonal*. Later it was found both Strange Days and DSBG were built upon a Diagonal (starting at Six Feet Under + Constantinople), as recently explained to Chuck at his namesake loop in Frank Park. This is also where baker b. and Chuck separate as composers. What is the relationship of Chuck and Artie J. Spongeberg and baker b. now? They still seem blended.
Yes, it probably isn’t coincidence that Rubi has its own well documented Diagonal (now stretching across an entire virtual continent!).
Gene Fade’s Mtn. certainly seems to have a lot to do with music these days.
Maebaleia background story from the Baker Blinker Blog:
“Carrcassonnee is not going to return to groundside Collagesity. She’s made up her mind. She will remain in the skybox until the day Collagesity is no more. You might as well build the temple around her in disguise.”
Hmmm. The Skies. Like Herman’s mansion?
You might as well give[ Collagesity] up. It can return later. The focus should be on OUT THERE. While you still have it.
I could rent a 4096 later… for experiments. I have Crow the Keyboard, the new baby of the house. I need to work on protecting the carrcasses more, obviously.
What’s to think about?
But this *would be it*[ for Collagesity].
Let me think about it. I suppose I could talk to Carrcassonnee still.
She’s upset with you.
Ah, I don’t blame her.
Will take a bit of time to get over.
Hucka D. had to fly away to take care of some pleasure in Frogtown, US of A, as he put it. I suspect Jennifer may be involved once more. Must, then, think of the possibilities for Collagesity. In the virtual world I am essentially alone. Also, my facebook connections are weakened. There is no support group, really, for audiovisual synchronicity any more, unlike the olden golden days. I have not had any real collagist/artistic friends in a while. My work co-workers are either transferring or distancing themselves from me, it seems. I have to think alone these days — it is best perhaps. What do *I* want?
Well, I want to stay in the house we have for the period we remain in Blue Mountain. Edna and I talked about that yesterday, among other things. We had a bit of a fight in Abington, very similar to the one we had almost exactly a year ago in the same town and under the same circumstances. Queer. I expressed my recent disappointment in Charleston[ SC] somewhere along the way. I don’t like the coffee as much, I don’t like the food as much, and I don’t like the beer as much. But we can work around this. We have Folly Beach now: more of a focus with its healthier seafood critters and seaside beer of 2 types that I still certainly enjoy and are worth the prices. Folly is still a good place. Part of it is people — a big part. People don’t eat as healthy as they use to, and food is increasingly fried and not boiled. Same thing for the baked and stuffed potatoes we once enjoyed in Blue Mountain. Salad bars have been kind of ruined by dessert bars — more unhealthiness.
I need a break from eating out. I have a sound condition. I don’t really like most craft beers. Middletown is a center of craft beers, but I will most likely not be playing a significant role in the revolution. I need to cut back on drinking a bit.
We have a triangle of influences, a secondary color triad. Like in The Who song, the new boss has become the same as the old boss. Movement away. I thought about this triangle while sitting on Grey Seal a couple of years back. It hasn’t really changed all that much.
I had a dream of a giant snake, once more. All it wanted to do is to live. We could not allow that. It was *crafty*. Last night I dreamed of alligators coming to get me on a sandy isle. Some snakes there too.
The work pressures of last year have lessened but the energy has transmuted. Things are changing; things are moving apart now. Spread out. I wonder if Carrcassonnee considers herself the Real McCoy still. But that must be the direction I am moving to now. A new center. We’ll see.
Regrets. I will…
… never really return to the Yang world of the stream bend surrounding my house.
Shortly after moving into our current house in spring ’98, I thought this area would be a new center, an *intra* hiking region to balance the extra-hiking area all around. It even wrapped itself up as a sphere or planet of some type, as the beginning of the stream looped around and ate, snake-like, the end of the stream. This is George Harris’ Son’s Branch.
Things happened. A huge development was built on the mountain beyond ours, and just above the falls area pictured at the first of this post. A town, really, of about 900 people, all students. But even before this our neighborhood was degenerating. The house next door was enlarged on our side, with a protective bank of rhododendrons essentially destroyed in the process. Then the neighbors moved out, and the place became a student rental. Students again. At another point, the nice neighbor across the street who lived alone in her house perched on a rock above GHS stream decided she needed more room and left the community. It too has become essentially a student rental, and probably always will be. The neighbors who lived on the opposite side, a nice elderly couple from South Carolina who weren’t up much, decided to sell their house. It too became essentially a rental unit. The couple that extended their house toward ours built a huge new house at the end of the road in former wilderness. There was really not room for this house. It also intruded on my intra-hiking region. The end of this same ridge was suppose to be the site of a shed, a new center to balance our house.
I still regret not having this shed, this intra-center. I should have developed it. But it’s all water under the bridge now. I cannot tolerate the new noises of the neighborhood, especially coming from the student town on the hill just above (sound condition again coming into play here). Whatever dreams we had for the house were shortlived, really. We do not plan for this to be a retirement home. But, then again, Edna expressed to me that she would like to have another house in Blue Mountain to replaced the present one, but admitted it was probably not practical at this point. We are close to work. I am close to my beloved Frank and Herman Parks. We are in an excellent location still, even if the neighborhood did not progress as we wanted it to. The dream of an intra-space is destroyed. I’ll have to look back on my notes.
I suppose when I created this post in early 2008, and also this one…
… the dream was still alive a bit — not totally destroyed. This was before the student town. This was before the giant new house at the end of the road. This was before all of our surrounding neighbors moved to other locations. It may have even been before the neighbors extended their house toward us — the beginning of the end. Now we are the only ones left.
“Stream” might still be important.
This is the same as George Harris’ Son’s Branch, the one looping around our Blue Mountain house. It has its origins on the north side of Herman Park. Protected. But then shortly entering unprotected area as it snakes toward our house, our neighborhood. Our degenerated ridge. Along the way it passes through Harrisonia — unprotected, true, but still with energy. A shed sits in the middle: Harrisonia Central. Who put this shed there? Did they build it on the spot?
From the same 2008 post, CREEK is now called Tile Creek, more commonly known as Yards Creek, however, to non-Tilists. RIVER is the same as Spoon Fork, the main waterway of Frank Park. Not yet known about at the time of this post is Whitehead Crossing, and the importance of its Green Stream lying kind of in the middle of all 3.
The designations have changed. The flows have become more personalized. All revolves, seemingly, around Whitehead Crossing now. Red Head, Greenhead, Whitehead. Blue Skies Mr. above all.
Warmer Weather Hiking
Middletown/Ashville wilds are basically closed up to me until October. Even moreso for Mythopolis: November. I’m stuck with Blue Mountain now in terms of off trail hiking. I’m going to try to extend this into May up here.
What closes them up? The heat for one thing. Wearing shorts is not an ideal situation for off trail (Blue Mountain has a lot of mountain nettles, for example). Gnats for another. And a big one: poison ivy/oak. This goes triple for Middletown. This goes triple times triple for Mythopolis. Up here the poison ivy is around but scarcer. There’s some in Whitehead Crossing, for example, but you can pick your way around it, especially if you have a rough idea of its location beforehand. Growing up in Mythopolis was quite different. There you’d have vast fields of nothing but poison ivy sometimes to deal with. That’s a huge plus for Blue Mountain even in comparison with Middletown, where the poison ivy situation is between the two.
Then we come to the wildlife critters, and I think especially here of snakes. Don’t want to step on a snake in the undergrowth. Now Blue Mtn. has it’s share of snakes for sure, but again Mythopolis trumps it, and Middletown, once more, lies between the two in terms of the risk of stumbling upon one of the feared creatures. When I lived in Durham I found that snakes were all over the place — no chance of practical off trail hiking during summer months atall. In Blue Mtn. — Whitehead X-ing once more — you can get away with it.
So: gnats, poison, snakes. That’s the big 3 in terms of living things. I suppose we should add mosquitoes in with gnats, but they’re not as everpresent.
Other critters I’m semi worried about are bears, but I’ve only run across one in all my hiking days, and I encountered him/her on a designated hiking trail. This is one reason I don’t do a lot of off trail hiking at Granddaddy Mtn. Another is conservancy issues. Bees/hornets are also something to think about, especially ground nests. Wolves/coyotes are around; foxes. And I’ve found what is most likely a skunk hole recently at Drink Lake that I need to avoid in the future. Raccoons might be worth pondering.
The woods are just a more dangerous place in warmer weather. The now foliated trees do not allow rocks to dry as quickly, raising chances of slipping on them when wet. And heavy rain, often unforecasted, comes more frequently in the summer.
And so I don’t accomplish a lot of off trail hiking even in relatively safer Blue Mountain. Now *England* might be different. There’s not many snakes. There is *no poison ivy/oak*. The heat is much less of a problem, and I assume the gnats and skeeters as well. England would be *ideal* for summer, intra-woods hiking. If you had enough woods.
And that’s where the advantage shifts to Blue Mountain, once more. Blue Mtn. has woods in spades. Whitehead Crossing is still a center.
Should be a wetter week in Blue Mountain. Frank and Herman Parks are probably closed off until the weekend. That’ll put me at April 18th, but I might have to go to Mythopolis to help mom that day. Spring is progressing (!). I must think of how to use the Whitehead X-ing environment during warmer weather. I’ve created or traced the Contemplation Loop of the Crossing last August, I believe. Can I walk it more this summer? What about Concreek, which was a successful summer focus in 2012?
Living in the woods during the summer is not an option now. Maybe when I retire I can camp out again. But I have a history of this. In, let’s see, 1982, I lived from May through the middle of September in a tent in woods just west of Blue Mountain State College. Then in May or June 1984 I even built a kind of primitive teepee at another location near Blue Mountain, although I only “lived” there for a month. I stuck an umbrella on top to keep out the rain. Another stay in a tent ensued in August 1984 at roughly the same spot. I remember it being an extremely dry month, rare for August certainly. I have not taken pictures of these places for the blog. Maybe I should. Oh, there’s one of the tent location here (first 5 photos; but I didn’t produce any text for this particular post 😦 ):
Michael Two created several habitats in the local parks, including what I call Michael Won in Frank Park (where I first met him) and then Michael Too as well on a ridge of Wealthy Mtn. in Herman Park.
And now someone is building a teepee at Whitehead Crossing — not Michael Two in all likelihood. Another parallel self? I think so in a way, in a manner. One of my goals before retirement is to secure a location for a woods cabin or shed or equivalent. Perhaps a teepee will suffice.
When I worked at Maynard Jackson’s Cafeteria in the Blue Mountain Mall during the mid-80’s, a number of my friends were living in teepees, an inspiration for my own more humble attempt. Toy happenings have kinda replaced the desired for forest living quarters. But where is all this heading, I ask myself? I’m going to retire not too soon but not too far off in the future. I’ll have more time for camping. The wife will probably not join me for many of these excursions. How about just *buying* a cabin next to the woods. It doesn’t seem the same. Still I must think of practicality.
The woods stays ended when Edna and I began dating in 1986. Houses became a focus. Eventually we bought one, where we still live. A big attraction was the woods to our north, west, south however, that I’d already explored a bit beforehand. This is the intra-hiking space I mentioned in a recent blog post, the one that has been deactivated by neighborhood degeneration. And with it, the dreams of a permanent home in Blue Mountain have evaporated too.
A key word: permanence. Perhaps Frank and Herman Parks can provide it instead.
Spoon Fork & Knife? 01
Spoon Fork & Knife? 02
What sticks out from this list?
Yes, it’s obvious. The 2 Hermans of Craighead County, AR, one on a Herman topo map and one on a *Tru*mann topo map. Herman Munster, ol’ Flattop, is not a true man. He is a [composite] monster.
There are 2 Hermans in Winesap. This is also obviously referred to here. Is there more proof of this? Of course. We have Winesap in the same county, and one of only 2 in the country, the other being in Ohio. We have a Fisher, with another in the county below, almost directly south. Fisher-Herman. Fisherman. Obvious.
But Herman also refers to Herman Park. But Herman Park refers to the 2 Hermans of Winesap. It’s a circle, or a triangle. Triangle within a circle.
Herman Park was built around Tile Creek, known to non-Tilists as mundane Yards Creek, spewing forth in an Appalachian Spring from Yards Mtn.
That’s Red Head soon to run into a Greenhead roadblock, quickly resolved. Greenhead is where the bird beat the bug. Hucka Doobie was a martin bird. Bird Wax instead of Bee Wax. Isn’t that right Hucka D.? Never mind. I know I figured it out. You transformed from a bee into a bird.
Stay on course.
What is the relationship between Green Stream and TILE Creek? Are they the same? Or, better, is Green Stream the *new* TILE Creek? Given that Red Head begins it all, and Red Head starts 4orrin1 [and the flow of an Appalachian stream] as seen above. Red Head transforming temporarily to Greenhead — and I’ve been thinking about this — is the confluence of the former with the Whitehead Crossing matrix. Assimilation. Whitehead Crossing is home for poor little orphaned Anne, even though she was suppose to be a boy (as Red Head is most logically Greenhead and visa versa, since it’s on Green Stream and Greenhead is on Red Brook instead). Then in the next
synch carrcass, Frank’s Moving Mountain, we have the same dialog reappearing. But instead it’s Howl whose hair has turned an awful shade of green.
We’re getting off course.
Sorry. Could there even be significance to the poem Anne is reading at the beginning of the
synch carrcass and film as one?
Stanzas five to eight describe the lady’s life. She suffers from a mysterious curse, and must continually weave images on her loom without ever looking directly out at the world. Instead, she looks into a mirror, which reflects the busy road and the people of Camelot that pass by her island.
Modern critics consider The Lady of Shalott to be representative of the dilemma that faces artists, writers, and musicians: to create work about and celebrate the world, or to enjoy the world by simply living in it.
Grand Spot 01
I believe the shallow pool of water at the lower end of Red Head may now be called The Grand or Grand Pool or something equivalent. Model: Grand Lake, Ohio, also very shallow. More on Grand Lake and its Mercer County soon enough. Thanks!
We stopped on the way back home to get a closer look and take pictures. I contacted Stoneco—actually a company called Shelly that acquired the Stoneco quarries some years ago—to ask about the origins of the rock. I was told the rock had been placed to mark the northwest corner of the property that housed Stoneco in that location, but it had been a magnet for graffiti. A local artist, named Brenda Robinson, offered to paint the rock in a quilt-like design in order to discourage the vandalism. And, apparently, it worked, as the Shelly representative had no knowledge of any further defacement.
And that’s all there was to it. Frankly, I was a wee bit disappointed. I was hoping for something that involved a jilted lover, a family feud, and a ghost that haunts the grinder thingy next to the rock. So, what do you think? Tell us what your story would be for the origin of The Quilted Rock. Maybe we can get Stoneco to go with one of ours instead.
No relation between the quite similarly colored Quilted Rock and the official Mercer County flag that I can tell. Story of the flag here:
The lighthouse signifies Grand Lake, the largest man-made lake in Ohio. Beams radiating from the lighthouse stand for all six Mercer County schools: red for St. Henry, orange for Coldwater, gold for Parkway, green for Celina, blue for Marion Local, and purple for Fort Recovery. The flag committee added one final touch to the design. The foundation of the lighthouse was modified to have fourteen stone blocks. Each block represents one of the townships.
But I wonder if a map like this could have possibly served as an inspiration for the colored Quilted Rock patterns.
Actually, I suppose it looks more like townships. More pondering to do here…
Grand Spot 02
Another article with Brenda Robinson, painter of the Quilted Rock. This time she helped restore Big Bob, claimed to be the world’s largest handmade bass.
When the Griswolds were done painting, Robinson applied a final clear coat to protect Big Bob from the elements.
“I bet he’s good for another 50 years,” Griswold said.
The fish was built to advertise Celina and Grand Lake, with many Lake Festival queens riding on the float in the past. More recently members of the Celina Dolphin swim team have enjoyed a ride on the float during the Lake Festival parade.
History of Big Bob:
According to a 1976 Celina Lake Festival brochure, the current Big Bob is not Celina’s first whopper of a fish float.
Apparently, in the 1930s, a 30-foot-long fish float was built by Celina businessmen to advertise Grand Lake. The float appeared in numerous parades and events throughout Ohio, Indiana and Michigan.
The float was to be a part of the famous Parade of Roses in Pasadena, Calif., but was destroyed when it was loaded for the parade and never reached its destination.
The disheveled fish then was put on a small island in Grand Lake off West Bank Road where it sat for many years as a tourist attraction, the brochure says.
– Betty Lawrence
“Isn’t it clear? You must make a [“quilted”] fish sculpture. To match Waxy the Bird in nearby Greenhead. B[y]rd-Fish.”
I just took apart the sculpture of the red/green/blue birds seen in the above collage (Opus 19) to make room in my study for the new keyboards (Baby Chro). One replaces another in effect.
Fish+Bass in Quay County, NM.
Grand Spot 03
i c planets
A follow up to LINK.
(4 c’s and an s (Seminole)).
Joyce, your sun return chart didn’t show up in the post you tried to
put an image of it in. Can you perhaps put it in the photos section
or create it as a file for the files section? As you have seen, I
just create my graphics and then ftp them to a specific web directory
that I created just for this purpose.
If you wish, you can email me the chart and I can then move around to
a designated spot.
Thanks for the clarification about solar vs. sun return chart. Talk
as much as you want to about it, and I’ll check up on it more myself.
I understand what you’re saying: sun position is the same, but the
planets will have moved around and created different aspects or non-
The reason I find this, among other things, interesting in the
present situation is that it did occur to me that the “C” towns might
be representations of planets. Like a trait of the “C” towns (what
should we call this little diagram?), the outer planets, which are
further apart, tend to be larger, and the smaller inner planets
closer together. A logical association would be Celina, the largest,
for the largest planet Jupiter,
then, and Coldwater (2nd largest) for
Saturn (2nd largest planet).
If so, the rest would correspond, in
some way, perhaps to inner planets Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars.
Perhaps subtract Earth from this list from further info I will give
Another clue to this possible alignment of associations is the
presence of a town called Neptune nearby, just to the NE of Celina.
Joyce, I just looked at the other post from you I had open in another
window, and *just saw now* that you mention Neptune in it as well, in
connection with the 1846 founding of Maria Stein.
Okay, I’ve read that post, although I’ll have to study it more later.
I didn’t understand a lot about the chart references, but maybe if I
have the chart in front of me, a picture of it, then I can see what
you’re saying better.
It probably doesn’t surprise you at all that
I’m more a visual person… have to see what you’re talking about in
order to grasp it… goes along with the art major and the
fascination with maps.
I grok, though, the association of 1846 and Neptune. I’ll study all
this further when I have more time, believe you me.
Here’s the map again where you can see Neptune just to the NE of
Celina. It also did occur to me that perhaps the “C” towns should be
viewed from the perspective of the Neptune town, making Celina Saturn
and Coldwater Jupiter, since Saturn is close to Neptune.
Another planet association we can make is that there are *6* visible
planets you can *see* (*C* resonation again)…
C = SEE
…and there are six *C* towns here.
If we go by magnitude of a
planet from Earth, the way we actually *see* it, then, Celina, the
largest town, might be Venus instead, with Coldwater being Jupiter
(Venus and Jupiter are the two brightest planets from Earth). Then
the rest would be Mars, Saturn and Mercury in some combination, with
Mars, most often the 3rd brightest planet, I believe, perhaps
overlapping the only other incorporated town among the bunch, or
Chickasaw. You can also see a 6th planet, Uranus, sometimes with the
naked eye, on a clear night and if you know where to look.
Neptune, in contrast, is totally invisible to the naked eye. Yet we
can *see* Neptune on the map here, unlike the names of the other
planets, although they may be implied indirectly, as I’ve indicated.
Pluto is even more invisible.
Planets have a lot of resonations with other things, including
musical tones, going back to the idea of the C towns “trapping” Maria
Stein in the SE corner of Mercer County, thus bringing in the singing
nun Maria von Trapp of Sound of Music fame into the, um, picture.
Also keep in mind that Maria Stein was first brought up in a January
post on the b_hive by myself, but in conjunction with Minster (just
to the east of Maria Stein), a town that both Dean and I spotted as
resonant with the name *Monster*. Stein is the last syllable of
Frankenstein (Monster), already reinforced in the Hidalgo County, New
Mexico cluster of synchs. So all this is tied into the Jasper County
synchs involving monster that we’ve talked before about on the
b_hive… all this is a continuation of some kind.
Joyce, you brought up Jasper Newton Daniels (Jack Daniels) and
Neptune together in a post as well before… the Jack Daniels
distillery founded in 1846?
Haveta check. Monstrous *Moonshine*
concept also connected here, obviously.
It also did occur to me that the positions of the 6 “C” towns here
may be a 2-dimensional representation of a 3-d object of some kind. I
don’t have a way to render this in 3-d and play around with it,
though. I’ll try to think about a model further.
So, bottom line for now, the “C” towns may make some kind of *chart*
of planets, perhaps like a zodiac chart. The presence of a town named
Neptune just above this group seems to reinforce the idea. These are
the 6 visible planets (the ones you can see or “C”) in some
combination, plus the first planet you can’t see (which shows up as
the actual name of the planet here on the map).
Is this association something dillusional and Neptuney, or is it real
and concrete (remember, also, that our own Dean use to live in this
general area, just east of St. Mary on the map, I believe, where he
poured *cement* for the foundation of a buildling he associated with
a b_hive on this board)?
So I think that’s enough to chew on for now, for both myself and
So Joyce… your chart please. 🙂
Wild, any input?
Does this make as much sense as the Love+Lee=Lovely
diagrams I created before? Less sense? More sense? Less synchy? More?
I’d like to hear more the story about your involvement with astrology
Whitehead Crossing, 4/22/15
I didn’t take any pictures, but I wanted to make a briefer report on my visit to Whitehead Crossing yesterday evening. Went to both Red Head and WH X-ing proper. Tried to figure out the trail layout at Red Head. There’s really only one that’s well defined, and there’s even a kind of barrier between the 2 main groups: the ones involving the cascade region of Green Stream, and then the ones surrounding Grand Pool (A Grand Pool?). Something is going to happen in the future at Red Head. I can’t C it yet; still Neptune to me.
Also, there’s been no further progress on the new Whitehead Crossing teepee, and I’m beginning to doubt if there ever will. I think it’s safe for me to visit the location this summer — walk the Contemplation Loop and so on.
I ambled from Red Head to Whitehead Crossing Mall Meadows again through the rhododendron, and discovered a somewhat easier way between the two. It’s not a path by any means, and the 2 areas are still effectively blocked off from each other. But I can make the transit myself with a small bit of effort. Yes, I must make a map soon (!). Hopefully I can kind of hang out at The Crossing this weekend — or (in checking the forecast just then) perhaps tomorrow. Get off work at 4?
But even if he didn’t, it doesn’t matter. I am Maria von Trapp.
Maria Stein, kind of (von) *trapped* in the southeastern corner of Mercer County by the Planets U C (planets you see). Maria Stein is the father-mother, the sun-moon.
He stares up into the tower of the Falmouth Gallery. He’s reached the top. Nowhere to go but down.
A couple of the Whitehead Crossing related collages weren’t fully rezzing in for him, including this one featuring Orange Hill. Orange Hill, by the way, is disintegrating. This is the cliff that a version of the Falmouth Gallery itself is perched upon in a First Life-Second Life blend.
Spongeberg makes a mental note to study up on The Contraption pictured here, perhaps based on Wheeler-Wilson principles. As he recalled, fellow variant Roger Pine Ridge also had an interest in the paradoxical object. Is it really somewhere in Kansas/Lion’s Roar?
“This collage answers a lot,” he thinks again. The history of The Crossing.
Another one not fully rezzed: Edward’s Stone. The Contraption again as well. 2 Beemen. Perpetual Tile “Fall”. Hmm.
Spongeberg finds that whenever he lands in a new sim, the ground around him emits black smoke. Nice!
Shallowater, just like in Red Head’s Grand Pool. This pool in the Rydal Cave must be related (!). Planets again as well. The Captain and Maria as Sun and Moon. Children = the planets.
Spongeberg will come back to these Yale collages as well. He’s not done with Collagesity.
Might be able to get down to Whitehead Crossing after work today. Probably should have gone yesterday but decided otherwise. Wrong decision, I believe. I *did* trek down there on Sat., despite a forecast of showers. Rain never really materialized. This place is so fickle weather-wise! But anyway, I spotted *people* at The Crossing, a first. And I may not have been able to remain hidden during the spot had one of ’em not been sporting a bright yellow raincoat, it appeared. I believe they were heading to the teepee, and probably they built it as well. I wasn’t close enough to get a good look — see their age, etc.
A collection of Toy Avatars are now at Whitehead X-ing, Red Head to be more specific.
I’ll share some photos of the related visits soon.
I also think a new spate of collages might be coming up soon, perhaps early next month.
I’m hoping to get down to the Red Head part of Whitehead Crossing at least a couple more times before the woods “close up”, as I put it. The plants come back, the snakes, the poison ivy, the gnats and mosquitoes. Critters in general. I’m unfamilar with the Red Head territory during the summer months. I know I can go back to Whitehead Crossing proper during that time. I would like to have a kind of woods project this summer to focus on, like I did 3 years ago with Concreek. The problems with the last 2 summers?: Well, in 2013 the summer was broken up by our 2 week trip to England and preparing for it and then recovering from it and all that. Also it rained… and rained… and rained… when we returned, from July into August. And then during the summer of 2014 my back was still giving me problems from an injury incurred at the end of fall hiking season the year before. It’s pretty much healed up now — takes a long time for a back. Getting old I suppose. Concreek might be a good candidate again. Maybe… *maybe* even Red Head. We’ll just have to see. I always have Boulder to walk around in summer months. And I can always head down to Middletown if things get really boring up here. So everything seems good once more.
By Neptune 01
Sign for Neptune. Mirrors the Trident streams in extreme western Frank Park, and also Herman and Frank Parks taken together. But Neptune is unseen by the remainder…
… until Gene Fade reaches fabled Red Head and builds a dwelling place on the “northern” shore and calls it Neptune (or North Star). All that was unseen becomes seen with (one of his biographies), entitled “By Neptune’s Beard!”. Neptune becomes the outermost planet of our Solar System starting in 1846. It is the only one that cannot be C-een by the naked eye. It becomes a symbol of the darke night sky, then. Carrcassonnee.
Beyond the planets and into the darke night: stars. All revolves around North.
North Star was platted in 1852 along the road between Greenville and Celina, approximately midway between the two cities. Its name was derived from its location on the edge of the Great Black Swamp, as it was the northernmost point in Darke County that was not wetland.
The Great Black Swamp is The Abyss, the static nothingness of the Universe all around us and through us and into us. Only TILE saves. TILE is the effect of the C-een planets on the nothingness. Tennessee.
But then, beyond TILE is Still(water) and beams of light.
And I borrowed the page
From a leopard’s cage
And I prowled in the evening sun’s glaze
Her head lifted high to the light in the sky
The opening dawn on her face…
Charles Ives” “The Cage” with lyrics.
Annie Oakley is from North Star.
Annie Oakley (August 13, 1860 – November 3, 1926), born Phoebe Ann Mosey, was an American sharpshooter and exhibition shooter. Oakley’s “amazing talent” led to a starring role in Buffalo Bill’s Wild West show. Her timely rise to fame allowed her to become one of the first American women to be a “superstar“.
“By Neptune’s Beard!”
Great Black Swamp:
In the 1850s the states began an organized attempt to drain the swamp for agricultural use and ease of travel. Various projects were undertaken over a 40-year period. Local resident James B. Hill, living in Bowling Green, Ohio, in the mid-19th century, made the quick drainage of the Black Swamp possible with his invention of the Buckeye Traction Ditcher. Hill’s ditching machine laid drainage tiles at a record pace. The area was largely settled over the next three decades. The development of railroads and a local drainage tile industry are thought to have contributed greatly to drainage and settlement (Kaatz, 1955).
Whitehead X-ing 01
Red Head cascades.
Whitehead X-ing 02
Another prominent rock in or near Red Head, a bit south of Green Stream. Another no named rock as well.
Whitehead X-ing 03
A new batch of toy avatars now make their home at Red Head, near its South Rock. I bought these at the Mythopolis flea market for 5 bucks total. I think it was a sweet deal. And now I have yet another batch bought from the same dealer since. Nice. But they might have to wait until the fall to join their brothers and sisters already stationed here.
Knotty tree on the hillside west of Whitehead Crossing proper.
South Rock region again. This is a classic Red Head shot.
South Rock region: circle formation on tree.
The Red Head Path again, this time leading to North Rock at the upper extent of the main body of cascades.
Very shallow Grand Pool once more.
And *this* is the projected site of a cabin (etc.) just beside South Rock. It represents the new heart of Red Head, appropriately near its geographic center as well. It won’t be this summer that I’ll start the project, and perhaps not even the following summer or two. But: soon (projected, once more).
What will the construction of a “cabin” mean to this region and the mythology of Frank and Herman Park as a whole? Hucka D. has indicated to me that the cabin already exists there in hypertime, and I can draw on its energy. Hmm.
Twinned carolina hemlocks of Whitehead Crossing, near the new teepee there.
Spongeberg in Whitehead X-ing
(start interpretation of Stonethrow Collage Series here…)
This is apparently a rough draft for the 1st collage of a new series that will probably be exhibited on the top floor of Collagesity’s Red Umbrella gallery. Coolie!
Collage 02/03 tests
Amazingly quick diptych! Rough draft still, however…
Added, balancing Superman (extreme left):
Inverting the colours of this balancing Superman appears to turn him into Aquaman.
Megan Shirley Fairuza Dorothy doesn’t know *what* to think of all this.
… w/ trident…
Collage 02/03 tests (con.)
… I’ll always have Whitehead Crossing now, Hucka D. The tiny cemetery there is Wilcoxson. Sorry: Dogpatch. There’s only one Wilcoxon and that’s Dogpatch[ in GNIRPS]. I’ll always have a portal to WH X-ing.
Whitehead X-ing Birthday Visit
I believe I’m in pretty great shape for the rest of my life. Creatively I have a bead on collage making, and I’ll probably keep creating those until I physically or mentally can’t any more. They’re all digital so archiving shouldn’t be a problem. But I should also probably print them out.
I love blogging. I can’t imagine that would cease at any near future point. Blogg’n keeps my collage making going. Blogg’n keeps me writing. I have a special (header) category on this blog/web site called “Hybrids” where I collect what could be called more well rounded or defined “satellites” of writing, such as the “6 Weeks of Shining” document or the “Baker Bloch in England” manuscript. I don’t think you could call them books. They are what they are.
But speaking of books, there’s one I’ve had on the backburner for a long time, since my mid-20’s. I hesitate to talk about it on this blog but you can look under the category of UMapS to get an inkling. If I had to do it over — and I suppose I could correct it easily enough now — I believe I would rename this “GNIRPS”. I see it as a base synchronicity collecting process always running in the background. It’s so pervasive that it’s been very difficult over the years to solidify or crystallize any part of it. Before the beginning of carrcasses and my introduction to audivisual synching in 1997, GNIRPS was my main synchronicity focus, or from about the period of 1986-1997. I’d also created collages before (and other types of art such as geometric painting) but only in small spurts. The new collages are a different thing altogether. I have a certain style — not minimalist really. I lean toward pretty heavy interpretation of my collages in series (older collages didn’t come in series but represented standalone works). And that’s part of the blog as well, witness, for example, the numerous posts devoted to the interpretation of the most recent collage series, “Stonethrow”, in May.
Second Life is just a way to extend storytelling and mythmaking to keep the wave roll’n. It too is directly connected to blogg’n. In fact, blogg’n started parallel with my intitial involvements with Second Life. At the beginning I was entranced. The peak of Second Life involvement probably came during the Jeogeot days, specifically through Pietmond, my first and probably most successful Second Life “community” of sorts — self made. I also reacted during this period to or against the strong *collective* Jeogeot community called Chilbo, which was in its heyday at the time I discovered it in May 2009.
It is important for me to mention that the current blog, now “Sunklands”, is different from the original Baker Blinker Blog, although directly tied to it thematically. Sunklands, when it was just a blog and not a whole web site, was called Frank and Herman, Einstein!, which started in August 2012. Earlier this month everything changed, and I now see Sunklands as at least a stable web presence for the next 6-7 years, bringing me to retirement years when I’ll be age 62-63 or so.
The original idea for switching the old blog — the Baker Blinker Blog as I called it after my initial main Second Life avatar — to the new blog was to take the focus away from Second Life and virtual reality and put it squarely on 2 local parks I’ve dubbed Frank and Herman — thus the name “Frank and Herman, Einstein!”. Well, that focus seemed to have peaked at the very time I created the blog — that focus on the parks. In the last 3 years we, the wife and I, have realized that Blue Mountain, our present location, will in all likelihood *not* be the place we retire, with this burden instead falling on larger Middletown to our southwest about 100 miles. This was against all our former plans. Since returning in my mid 30’s, I believed that Blue Mountain would be my/our final home. I’ve loved the place every since I started college here in the later 70’s. The wife and I met here at that time. We have fond memories of many people and places in the area. And when we returned in the mid 90’s, when we were in our 30’s, the focus quickly became the 2 basically equal sized parks.
It’s like our experiences from younger days didn’t really transfer into a similar later pattern. We have no real friend in Blue Mountain now who we hang out with. In contrast, our best friend lives in Middletown. The wife’s family lives in Middletown, although we don’t interact with them in a large way. But it’s *people* we know there. We both like our jobs, but we haven’t made any strong or lasting connections through them. The last person I’ve had a strong creative connection to in Blue Mountain has been who I call Michael Won occasionally on this blog, but our relationship basically ended in 2007 when he left town while his wife attended graduate school in a larger place to the east. I worked with another person closely for 5 years after that, but we made no real connections. Not really. He had… issues as it turned out, and I was not the only one to perceive them by any means. I became increasingly isolated from the rest of my co-workers because of a lack of link. The relationship with my bosses has degenerated from a high in the late 90’s and early 2000’s. I have less support for what I would consider the main part of my job. I am on my way out (to retirement). We have made no creative links to the community outside of work either.
But, like I said, on the other hand I’m very pleased how my self generating creativity is turning out: the blog, the collages, the audiovisual synchs which I haven’t talked about yet. Isolation has helped in that respect. For now.
Yes, audiovisual synchs. Actually about any internet friends I’ve gained over the years comes from a community started by the Synchronicity Arkive in the late 90’s devoted to the hobby of audiovisual synching. Many or perhaps most gain entrance to the field through the landmark urban legend “Dark Side of the Rainbow”, and that’s certainly how I became aligned. On the opposite side of this are earlier web communities devoted to more traditional synchronicities, and I here think of the Synchroncity Phenomena yahoo board in particular. A handful of more friends over the years from that wellspring. But all that momentum seems have run its course as well. I have no real communication via email with any “synchers” currently. What’s happened there, at least on the audiovisual synching side, is that I’ve advanced so far beyond the simple one cue synch that I’ve lost touch with my base constituents. But it’s not that — I think *all* those old audivisual synchers and devotees have moved beyond one cue works, but most often into other fields altogether. And admittedly in the last year or 3 my collage producing seems to have become the main creative thrust, overtaking a/v synching.
A/v synching must be seen as a time capsule event for the most part. A/v synching involves copyrighted movies and albums almost exclusively, where rights will be held for many years to come for the most part. Why do them? one might ask. You can’t make any money off of ’em. And the same would go for a considerable chunk of the collages. What *will* be “legal” creativity in my lifetime? Well, the map book I spoke about in the former post. And I think I can bend collages and also related process art (here think extensions of woods happenings in Frank and Herman Parks) toward some kind of quite legal and perhaps sellable art. But it’s not going to be a/v synchs in that category.