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beyond

“We all get old. We all get scraggly. We all… die.”

“Tell you what,” offered Bernie Big Bear. A manifestation sound occurred. “Eat those 2 special glam burgers over there instead of the 2 regulars ones and see what that does for ya. No meat in those beauties. Just love and sugar and warm, fuzzy feelings all around.”

Bracket Jupiter makes the switch…

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“Disgusting,” he utters, and spits the first bite out onto the floor in front of him.

“You’ll have to clean that up yourself,” states the bear.

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Out of Gaston

“Original form, eh?”

“*Ghost form, yeah,” spoke Bracket. “I died quite a long time ago now.”

Treelor contemplated this. “I can barely remember my original form. Lost — but I remember where I was born. A place called Outlander.” She paused. “Outlander? Something Outside. Outlands? Anyway, it was very green and quite pretty. A valley in the middle of it all. That’s where I came from.”

“Corsica for me. Bracket Islands. Named after me. I was king.”

Treelor continued rocking. “Did you have a queen?”

Bracket Ghost recalled something about a hill. Fivepenny. “I believe so,” he answered after the memory. “But she was underwater.” He remembered something else. “Green. Half woman half fish. Merwoman I suppose. That’s who I was married to. And she… could play a mean game of crocket.”

“Cricket?” Treelor attempted to clarify. “Do you mean the game of cricket?”

“Croquet,” Bracket then corrected himself.” More memories. “Had a mansion.”

“Hmph.”

They rocked for about a half minute in silence, which Treelor then broke. “I suppose we should get somewhere tonight. Gaston is a logical choice. VW and all. Abbey Road and such.”

“Suppose. Awfully laggy there. We may not make it out, hehe.”

“We’ll have to take that chance.”

Bracket checked his landmarks. “Blue house okay?”

“Sure.”

—–

“Maybe we should start here by washing some dishes.”

“Right. Clean up. You better change over. No aliens. Remember?”

—–

“Where’d she go?”

“Crappy damn place.”

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Sunklands Admin Team interview Baker B. re Collagesity 01

SAT:

Hi Baker B. Welcome to the interview.

Baker B.:

Thank you. And: thank you.

SAT:

We are you after all.

Baker B.:

Right. State your first question worker (smile).

SAT:

How did all this Collagesity stuff start? Second Lyfe… Collagesity. Don’t go into details. Just the general, just the mundane.

Baker B.:

2008 for Second Life, er, Second Lyfe. 2010 for the first virtual town, which was called Pietmond. Collagesity evolved from Pietmond — started 2014. Is that general enough?

SAT:

Thank you. Your first avatar was a woman. Your second avatar was a man. Yet both are named Baker. Please explain if you can — again succinctly.

Baker B.:

I actually can’t remember why I chose a woman as my first avatar. My RL wife decided to be a man (inworld), so I guess that had a role. She was what you could call a very prudish looking woman (with long white dress and un-accentuated features). At the same time, my RL wife’s avatar looked much like David Bowie.

SAT:

The woman’s name was Baker Blinker, the man’s Baker Bloch. Just clarifying here. I understand that Baker Bloch gradually took over responsibilities from Baker Blinker and became your chief or main avatar. How and when did this take place?

Baker B.:

Oh, probably after our move to mainland and I purchased my first land from the Lindens directly. The Lindens own and run the Second Lyfe world. Or, I should say, Second Life there, since I’m talking about them now. And Baker Blinker — perhaps hard to believe — was getting a bit of griefing (as a woman) on mainland that she didn’t have in the less crowded Estate (non Linden owned land of the game). So when Baker Bloch, not Baker Blinker, bought the first mainland land for our “family” (of avatars), in Rubi and very near where I still “live” virtually — Collagesity that is — then that was really the beginning of the end for Baker Blinker as the main avatar. She’s made a big revival in the Collagesity novels more recently. She even got married (!).

SAT:

Karoz Blogger, yes. Describe how they met and then the progression from there to marriage and beyond. I understand they had some rocky patches to work through. Perhaps these are still going on?

Baker B.:

Yes, I don’t think I’m giving away much of a plot when I — we — say the two characters got married rather early in the Collagesity novels as they stand so far. It was a big event, along with them getting together — falling for each other — in the first place. The latter event took place in the exact center of the first Collagesity novel, which we’ll, for simplicity’s sake, call Collagesity Novel 01, although the actual title is “Collagesity 2015-2016 Winter”.

SAT:

Describe how this took place.

Baker B.:

Karoz just looked around and realized one day that he was attracted to Baker Blinker, where before she was just an acquaintance — one of the family, if you will. But this went beyond family. Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker, for instance, never had this kind of attraction to each other, although at least Baker Blinker might have wanted it at one point. Instead they are more brother and sister — closer than brother and sister, since they have a common user. They can finish each other’s thoughts because they are the same; that kind of closeness. Closer than married couples who are close in many ways.

SAT:

Cool. How about Hucka Doobie? I know he is the guiding spirit of the blog, and one that Baker B. — you — relied on a lot for sage advise, at least before the Collagesity novels started kicking in. Can you describe your relationship to him, and what changed about the character during the course of the novels?

Baker B.:

Hucka D. has a definite backstory. He was formerly Charles Nelson Blinkerton, a New Mexico artist from New York who was always one beat behind the current artistic trends. So when Pop Art was around, Blinkerton was still a surrealist and abstract expressionist. When Pop Art yielded to more postmodern concerns, Blinkerton trailed again and took up practicing the basically obsolete form just mentioned. He died on (or near) the top of Burro Mtn. in New Mexico of a heart attack in 2008 at the age of 98, I believe. His soul went into the already prepared body of Hucka Doobie in Our Second Lyfe, then. But the melding created a fusion of personalities, since Hucka Doobie was already established a bit in this world. It wasn’t just Blinkerton taking over a body.

SAT:

Hucka Doobie is the 3rd avatar you, the user, created, and the first beyond The Bakers male and female.

Baker B.:

Yes. And I should add that in the Collagesity novels it is revealed that Hucka Doobie is a woman and not a man, or transformed into a woman from a man at the least. She is continuing to morph away from her purely bee (shaped) start, and currently looks much like David Bowie’s widow Iman, a strong black woman in the modelling industry. Kind of strange… and she seems more trapped in Second Lyfe than ever through this more human form and unable to go back to spirit form, let’s say.

SAT:

Interesting. Let’s see, now we have Wilsonia, the 4th avatar. I’m just reviewing the chapters of “Where are We on That?…” in order.

Baker B.:

Right. Wilsonia was never developed, really, although she has a point of origin: Otherland (Estate land again). But in the novels she becomes Wheeler Wilson — or, sometimes, Wilson Wheeler — certainly a very important character there.

SAT:

How did this (development) come about?

Baker B.:

She absorbed, I guess, the feminine half of the spectrum — from Baker Blinker at the end (during Collagesity Novel 02). Baker Bloch is now the primary male avatar and Wheeler Wilson the female one. So it is appropriate earlier this year that Baker Blinker sells her chunk of Collagesity to Wheeler Wilson. But Wheeler Wilson is multiple avatars now, as is Baker Bloch. Baker Blinker, Karoz Blogger, Hucka Doobie and the rest: not so much. Like I said, Baker Bloch and Wheeler Wilson are the great male-female duality now. Bracket Jupiter is also around.

SAT:

Topic for another night. Good night.

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all a board

“If you get confused or lost, Campbell, we’ll go ahead and design this as a place you can come to achieve clarity. Now I’ll go ahead and sit beside you since I’m already here. I’m Bracket Jupiter.”

“Hi Bracket,” speaks Campbell O’Pine cordially. “Nice to greet you.”

“So logically that places Spongeberg beside you on the other side. Spongeberg is currently playing the role of your Mmmmmm cousin Grassy Noll. Remember to call him Grass as much as possible. Last seen: getting stoned with Wheeler who is now The Bill. We’ll get to her in a minute. So we’ll seat Grassy who is Spongeberg beside you, since you’re kind of partners. Grassy, can you change into your base character just so Campbell will know what it looks like.”

“Sure.” He changes.

“And I’ll do the same.”

“So here we are,” Bracket says. “Let’s spread it out a little further. Beside me would be Wheeler we spoke about before. She plays a variety of characters but we’ll place her here in the base or core form again. And then beside Spongeberg we have Karoz Blogger — we’re getting into the older souls now of the blog, Campbell.”

“Okay. Hi Wheeler. Hi Karoz.”

Jointly: “Hello.”

“And then beside them we have The Bakers: Baker Bloch next to Wheeler over there, and then Baker Blinker sitting beside Karoz Blogger. Baker Blinker and Karoz are married — you guys are married still?”

“Yes,” they answer in unison. No stares were directed toward Wheeler.

“Baker Blinker and Baker Bloch,” Bracket continues, “are the owners of Collagesity. We’ll visit there soon for further orientation. But for now you must remain in Nascera. *Don’t* go back to New Island. Don’t get lost again.”

“Alright.” But both knew he would.

“And then to round out the circle we have resident blog spirit Hucka Doobie sitting directly opposite you. This is her classic bee form, but she’s refined it a bit now. Would you like to show us, Hucka?”

“Not right now,” the bee person requests.

“Since Hucka most understands among us about getting lost, she’s going to take you under her wing, Campbell.” Awkward pause here, then Bracket realizes his mistake. “Aww, I subconsciously made a bee joke. I’m sorry, Hucka. I know you’ve changed.”

“I have.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to show us how much you’ve changed now? Just for more orientation. It’s important Campbell here knows.”

“Very well.”

“And I can hide my antennae under my hair if needed,” she furthers.

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Outlier

Seeing the front porch of Woody’s house appear to the right from behind some raised, pointed green terrain, The Musician decides to jump down from the blue path and head toward it. Keeping straight would quickly lead to the sky islands. He didn’t need to go there quite yet.

The front door of the house is open. Figures appear in the far corner of the single room floor, all gathered around a circular, white topped table. Seemingly not yet noticed, The Musician listens in on the conversation in progress.

“Well, Osborne, in the late 1970s McKay told John Conway, the inventor of the Game of Life, you know, that the coefficient of 196884 was precisely one more than the degree of the smallest faithful complex representation of the monster group. Conway replied that this was Jack Daniels style moonshine, in the sense of being totally wacko nuts.”

Woody stops speaking and turns toward the door. “Oh, howdy Musician! Welcome to physics night at Woody’s Outpost. I hope you like vertex operator algebra.”

“I’m not sure,” is all he could manage, then, looking to the left, added, “I like your tree,” to be more cordial.

“Thank you,” replies the wooden toy-man. “It was a house warming gift from a dear dear friend who still lives over in the quarantined section of Bennington. Sector R I believe they call it nowadays, don’t they Osborne?”

Osborne doesn’t answer, but just appears to keep reading his book with the queerly tentacled creature adorning the ancient cover. Another monster.

“Well, anyway, come on in,” Woody says. “Just pass through the twirly whirly Jaspery thing so we can check out your core being. Then you can join us here at the table. Just a simple test, you understand. We need to know who you really are, deep down. The area around The Table must remain sanctified, right Osborne?”

The Musician began to panic. Who *was* he deep down? He’d figured something out at LEA11 about his true self but then quickly forgot. What if he simply *vaporized* — had no inner core.

“Oh don’t fret,” Woody reassures, seeing the worry on his face. “Everyone has a core, Musician, whether they know it or not. Here, I’ll go first and show you. That’s only fair. Osborne just remains Osborne. Pretty boring.”

Woody gets up and moves into the center of the swirl. He quickly contracts into a sort of meatball, then reconstitutes. Woody’s core.

Then he contracts and expands again to return to his wooden toy self.

“See? Nothing to it. Now your turn.” Woody steps back toward The Table.

The Musician saw no way out. He entered the swirl.

“There,” comforts Woody. “That wasn’t so bad.” He turns to Osborne. “Look, Osborne. A ghost. The Musician is a tall ghost at the core. Cool, eh?” Osborne keeps reading. “Let’s check the name out. Ohh, a Jupiter, eh? I knew some Jupiters over in Farmington. You’re not related to Jeb and Stewart by chance?”

The Musician shakes his head. “How do I get back?” he asks. Would he have to stay this way *forever*?

“Takes a little longer for first timers,” Woody explains. “Just give it a moment. Try not to move too much.”

And then The Musician was back. Woody pulls a chair out at The Table and offers him a seat. “You can sit beside me. We have much to talk about. We need to get you reunited with Wheeler and heading to VHC City pronto. Bad juju going on there. We can use the key shop as a teleport device of course. I know you’re familiar with it.”

Ah, The Musician thought. So Wheeler was right all along.

—–


10:15PM: Heading back.

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Wyrd

Through my avatars, I often like to teleport directly into the center of a sim that’s caught my interest to initiate further investigation (if desired). Using this method proved fruitful indeed for Wyrd of the Maebaleia or Satori continent. Inhabiting the ghost of Bracket Jupiter, I found myself also in the midst of my former neighbor Art Oluja’s “Art and Weird Words” parcel previously mentioned in this September post. I began to unlock several mysteries that had been haunting me…

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… like the nature of the cubic bird creature trapped in a giant mason jar found on Art’s Minoa lot just before she sold it about a week back. I discovered not one but two such birds located in a heavily windowed building just to Bracket’s west, red and green mates named Rose and Jade respectively.

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And then I found reference to a jar in a picture on the wall. The technique used here is called blackout poetry.

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I do not know the rational behind the 2 large black and white cubes placed beside this structure. Perhaps they have something to do with Art’s lauded 2015 LEA installation named “Metamorfaces”.

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Other objects concerning the installation are found in the 2 treehouses on the property.

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And in another book here we have that blacked out sheet again highlighting a jar image.

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More pages from the same book.

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Glitch art by Pearl Grey.

While in Wyrd, the deceased Bracket also rocked with a new flesh and blood friend on the porch of Maya’s Espresso Cafe just off Route 8B.

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Carrcassonnee’s back…

… in the TILE Temple for now. In the new gazebo instead exists the ever bickering Newton and Jasper surrounding a conflicting map.

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I’m not sure the situation will last, however.

New collages in the “World of Collage” gallery by Magritte…

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… and Ernst.

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The second twinned gazebo underneath the Kidd Tower has been deleted, also at Carrcassonnee’s insistence.

The Big E has returned to a virtual village.

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Bracket Jupiter has expressed an interest in the town’s old railroad track, now partially covered by ground. A piece of it is exposed at the ne corner of the House of Truth.

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Baker Bloch taking it all in from the top of the Boos gallery.

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More of the track…

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It’s obvious that the railroad formerly passed over Central Stream — if it was even around at the time — about the same place as the present foot bridge.

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And of course it also passes through Gallery Jack and the museum still under construction.

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—–

Carr.:

Two versions of Collagesity in Minoa. The railroad ran in the first. The second partially covers the constructions of the first. I am the knowledge of all things Carrcassonnee. Collagesity I meant there.

bb:

Of course. And you’ve moved back into your TILE Temple.

Carr.:

I’m just experimenting around. Like you are.

bb:

I’m exploring the collages of others online, Carrcassonnee. I’m expanding outwards now.

Carr.:

Good. Good to not be so self enclosed. Gives you perspective.

bb:

So Bracket Jupiter is working on the town history, huh.

Carr.:

I brought him back to do so. Corsica can wait. But he can also work on both at once. You must begin selecting photos for the museum.

—–

Furry Karl of the Hole in the Wall bar in the greater Collagesity metro area came a knock’n and so I left Carrcassonnee and Spider to deal with his many questions. I couldn’t help overhear a couple while I was leaving. Besides running the bar, he’s the caretaker of the TILE Tower (not to be confused with the TILE Temple) on the south side of the Rubi Forest, about a 1/2 sim west of Collagesity. He worries that his establishment, along with the tower, will be deleted if the real owner of the property ever comes back. Carrcassonnee was assuring him that he will always have a place in her village — villages, is the word she used, I believe. He also believes the forest to be haunted, and specifies a ghost named Sid or Syd.

I caught up with him when he was heading back home — I spied him from my perch on top of the Boos gallery at the time. We talked about the railroad going back. He said he remembered the sound more than anything. It would wake him up at night. “Now it’s so quiet,” he complains. “You can hear the woods too clearly.” I told him he should get a free subscription for the static channel, and he said he’d look into it. I told him my provider was Old Kentucky Shark. He wondered if that was the same as Shark or Old Shark or Old Kent, former owner of the railroad. I said I didn’t know about this. A new development. I’ll have to ask Carrcassonnee about it the next time we speak.

When I arrived at the bar with Furry Karl, Bracket Jupiter was there, doodling on some paper. I figured he came out here for the peace and quiet, to write his history or histories, I suppose. “Bracket!” I exclaimed, for it had been ages since I’d seen the tall, pale avatar. “Summoned back from the grave, I heard.” He vaguely waved and smiled at me, but did not speak, going back to his writing or doodling, it appeared to me. Furry Karl just shrugged. “You guys haven’t seen each other in a while,” he said, trying to break the ice. Bracket Jupiter simply faded from view with that. “See??” sputtered Furry Karl, trying not to panic. “The ghosts are back.”

Turns out Bracket Jupiter wasn’t scheduled to show up in person at Collagesity until the following week.

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Ghost.

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But a ghost with a shadow.

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