Baker Blinker Blog Book VI: Jeogeot IV 06 (March 2011)


About-Face…

I decided to put an exhibit in the structure formerly known as Gallery Nine or Gallery None, which has been renamed “Gallery in the Rocks”. The featured (permanent?) artist is Rhode Island native Stegokitty, an old “syncher” friend just like Mike Casey, and who runs a popular site on the subject called The Definitive List. Very happy he gave me permission to tinker around with his flickr pics and see what I could come up with. I must admit I like the results quite a bit. Interesting how each Pietmond artist’s work seems to perfectly slot into the space I’ve made for them (!) Certainly an interesting illusion at the least.

Like with the Norum Gallery holding the collage pieces of Julie Sadler, the new gallery is a 4 floor affair, and tall-ish but narrow.

*****

Baker continues, then, to poke around Pietmond, sitting in one of the nifty Moard Ling chairs of the Pod Room, the upper of 3 floors in the TILE Temple. Still don’t know what to do with this area. Is a remodeling of the TILE Temple in the works sometime this spring or summer? Could be.


Thoughts…

Possible, future Pietmond projects:

* Restructure TILE Temple.
* Keep adding artists to Pietmond South.
* Keep developing (solidifying?) ideas behind Pietmond Psychic TV series (3 seasons? 2?).
* Keep thinking of a sister city for Pietmond. Is it Pie Town? Chesterton? Oliver? For certain it’s not Teepot now.
* Dig more into Pietmond’s past, like the 3 B castles recently brought up that use to lie in a line on the hill south of Pietmond central (according to Hucka D.).

“Here we go. What is the nature of Peter’s Rock, Hucka D.?”

Hucka D.:

It is the rock the town was built on and around. Lemon brought in The Bill.

bb:

Why can’t Baker Bloch see into the past of the town and its possible origins as Pitchfork?

Hucka D.:

Too painful to look at now. Like drawing blood.

bb:

What is the relationship of Pietmond to Noru?

Hucka D.:

Pietmond is a town sent.

bb:

What is Carrcass-5? Or what will it be?

Hucka D.:

Ozmo.

bb:

What’s left in Pietmond?

Hucka D.:

Above.

bb:

I think that Peter’s Rock is the same as Karoz’s fuchsia diamond.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

32 prims?

Hucka D.:

32 tiles, yes.

bb:

The rock is on a parcel of 32 square meters, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Diamond. 3 in number. 3 in 1. USofA. Amereca.

bb:

Flynn was asking about DUKE. Can you tell us about DUKE, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

DUKE answers the question, “Where is the 4th?” It is Pitchfork. It is underneathy feely upper town. It is painful. Emotionally.

bb:

It is birth (!).

Hucka D.:

Yes. “Where’s your bear coat?” So forth.

bb:

Is it Peter when he first arrived in town?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Peter SoSo.

bb:

The idea of The Rainbow Complex seems to ilude synchers, Hucka D. Pietmond synchers.

Hucka D.:

You take that labyrinth, which answers the question about the 4th, and put it where it can be better seen.

bb:

All I have is stories now. The newness of Sunklands has wore off, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Peter SoSo walked down Long Way to Warren Zeevon’s Gerbils and More establishment. He was the lawyer sent. Property lawyer. Studied with the great Blue Feather Douglas of Crabwoo fame. Blue Feather founded Crabwoo, or made it what it was, which was Chilbo present and considerably more. Famous university [Crabwoo U.]. Karoz was there too. Blue Feather Douglas told Peter [Karoz?] about the Purse Curse. Gypsy. Chilbo would begin to drain Crabwoo’s energy right from its start, until now Crabwoo is no more and Chilbo is still thriving as far as mainland communities go. You just happened to come to Jeogeot when the energies were exactly balanced, as on a scale. But times change.

bb:

What of the Satori Shallows?

Hucka D.:

Blue Feather [Douglas] was there.

bb:

Chesterton?

Hucka D.”

*Yes.*

bb:

Is that where he got the idea to build the Mayan pyramid on the southern end of the Blue Feather Sea?

Hucka D.:

Carhenge. Car in ground.

bb:

Four Buttes.

*****

Hucka D.:

Blue Feather Douglas found Sink Y at the southern end of Satori Shallows. He knew that the 10 sinks were incomplete. He began to formulate Tyle and TILE.

bb:

He settled in the Foxboro region, then.

Hucka D.:

Yes. A town sent by a town. Golden sink… Golden City. Kansas perhaps but maybe not.

bb:

Golden Sink being the 12th and last sink.

Hucka D.:

Yes. (pause) Foxboro.

bb:

Oliver Douglas [Oliver in Douglas County, Wisconsin] merely points to Foxboro.

Hucka D.:

Kind of.

bb:

Should I rent there again?

Hucka D.:

May-be.

bb:

Foxboro, then.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

Was it an art colony?

Hucka D.:

Satori Shallows. And Foxboro.

bb:

OK, thanks!



Baker finds additional evidence of Blue Feather Douglas’ presence in the center of Golden Sink: 3 pyramids.


Tower of TILE: opening up; freeing up

Darwin’s Asteriod looking up past the front of the Quadtower of TILE.

Freeing up prims by deleting lower floors/stairs in the Quadtower.

Recolored the floors in the tower open in the middle to better reflect the classic 4 tile hues looking up…

… and then down.

It seems that Pietmond still rocks!


Gallery in the Rocks

I’ve already mentioned in this previous post about how I’ve transformed the empty Gallery None structure into the Gallery of the Rocks, and featuring the photography and art of Stegokitty within. Well, here’s some of the details.

Floor 1 is filled with texture rich photos such as, right to left, “Tombstone 5,”…

… “Hudson,” “Gas Station Curb in the Rain,” “TPC Photoclub 004,”…

… the wonderful “Underbelly” (snapped beneath the bridge crossing the Blackstone River in Lincoln, Rhode Island), and finally “Creamery”, taken through a car window on a rainy day.

Floor 2 offers up Stegocat’s first digital collage named “I Wake Up My Family”. I think what I like most about what in my opinion is a really nice piece of art is that it all builds up from a relatively empty landscape. We are left to ponder where this could actually be set — a golf course? someone’s back yard? The fading in of the child as he drifts down from the sky to land on terra firma in the foreground may imply the “waking up” part. Is Stegocat himself the sun here, the “I” of the title? And what of the green head partially seen in the lower corner with the same face? I really like, also, the contrast of sea green and gold in these two figures, mirrored as well in the different shaped “snowflakes” running east to west across the picture that divide them from each other.

The 2005 painting beside it is quite interesting as well: another sun/flame image in the top half of the picture, with one eye instead of two this time and with what appears to be little sickles sticking out of each side. Menacing flame figure? Balancing this out at the bottom is a similarly golden pyramid emitting lighting bolt shapes, with the center occupied by what seems to be another Egyptian derived figure: a variation of the winged disk or winged sun. The 4 ants may be a tribute to Dali (?) Great colors here again, and similar to the palette used in “I Wake Up My Family” beside it, add in the brilliant red of the central wings and ants.

Which naturally leads into a discussion of “Big Red Barn Yellow Head” on the opposite wall of floor 2. Here we have the same solar face as appears in “I Wake…”, but without the halo flames, and snugly encompassed in a black, square opening in the barn facade. The head now is also tilted in the opposite way: symbolic of falling asleep instead of waking up? And what of the bright, red barn?

The rich, gold color acting as a focus for all 3 major art works on floor 2 is what really sticks out for me in looking at them through Baker Bloch’s eyes now. In contrast, I decided to frame “Big Red Barn Yellow Head” with two darker and more subdued pieces, both dealing with peephole experiments.

Floor 3 brings us more minimal landscape effects, including 4 pictures of the same signpost taken at the relatively same angle that I decided to animate in pairs and position beside each other, another highlight of the exhibit I feel. To their right is a more manipulated picture called “Field of Fear”. Indeed!

Another great, open landscape picture, but I’m not sure how well it translates onto a Second Life prim. I’m counting (through Baker Bloch eyes right now, again) 5 larger rocks in the background, all of which must be at least 10 feet long. I definitely feel a desire to step into the picture and walk out into the field and to the rocks for further investigation. I’ll have to ask Stegocat where this is taken.

Baker has to stretch out his back a bit before heading up to floor 4 to complete our tour. Must have gotten up from the pillow on floor 2 in an awkward manner, he postulates.

Snowy landscapes greet Baker on floor 4, with more great contrasts of color. I especially like the implied mystery surrounding the central shack of the left picture. What would it be like to wake up on this very morning there to such beautiful surroundings?

Then we close our tour with “Night Snow Scene”, taken through a car window again, and then, lastly and appropriately, “Goodnight”, which implies that the inclusive hand is about to perhaps painfully extinguish a flame to end the day.

Well done Stegocat!


With all…

… the raging debate over health care reform in Amereca and deep divides in government, I’ve been asked about Pietmond’s collective stance in all this. Pietmond will always remain a *world* community, separated from any of the 2 Amerecas or Ueroupe or any other real life place in that respect. It has no set political agenda. It is spiritually neutral, in that no official religion is allowed. Since it has no politics or religion, no separation of state and faith are needed.

But what, someone asked, is TILE then? Seems like a religion to me. Yes, it can act as a religion in a pinch, but it will always morph back to something harmless and fluffy in due time, like a teddy bear or other stuffed animal taken to bed by a beloved child. And on the other hand it makes for a heck of a colorful board game, but without set rules (see: Rainbarrel). If I had to commit myself, I’d say TILE is more philosophy than anything else, and this is how it likes to speak of itself personally, for it does have a voice (see: Meatwadianism).

Are there Anti-TILEists in the world beyond Pietmond, or even inside Pietmond? There’s always an anti- to anything regular and established, and I think that’s good if not taken to extremes. I contacted the appropriate people and, yes, I have been given clearance to give out the names of the several Anti-TILEist living within Pietmond’s borders presently. One, Warren Zeevon, aka Warewolf of Linden, believes in the power of 3 over 4, and the other, the Canopean alien Clarence Colgate living above it all, believes there are 5 archetypal divisions of what he calls The All instead of the 4 TILEists constantly haggle and debate over (see: Pietmond Open Space).

TILE has been criticized because of its origins in a Foreign One. This is false information: it comes from the concept of 4-in-1, sometimes also corrupted as 4orrin1, which is in turn a corruption of Norris, Tennessee. Warren believes that when the levee breaks we’ll have no place to go, and Pietmond will have to be rush limbaughed to higher ground. The Norum cemetery will be underwater, and the blind, heathen power of Sapphire Mother Source 4 All 1 will be dissolved. The flood will come; inevitable.

What of Clarence, then? Well, he just thinks the whole idea of Pietmond is silly, like gerbils being funded for, well I’ll go into that now…

I asked Warren first about his beliefs, and he says he practices it mostly to be a good and correct model for his children. It took me a minute to understand what the bachelor was talking about, but then I realized he thought of his gerbils “around back” as his son and daughters. He proudly states that he has created a fund to send all 4 to gerbil college when they mature, which should be later this month. Then we had to cut the discussion short as one of the “daughters”, Hazel, was spotted leaving the lot and heading toward the snake-invested rocks to the south. Warren luckily caught up with Hazel in time, but he said I should leave now and ring him up later that night. It was only after I got a ways down Long Way that I realized Pietmond had no phone service.

Which acted as no hinderance at all for speaking with my second Anti-TILEist of the day, although the Colgates now live at the 7000 meter level above Pietmond (directly above the TILE Temple ironically) and far outside of any native Pietmondian’s natural flight range. Several villagers have stated to talk to Clarence or any of the other 3 in the family, all you had to do is hold a finger to each temple simultaneously and concentrate on contact. After some confusion about holding the sides of the TILE Temple instead of the temples on my head, I found this method (telepathy) to work quite quickly, and Clarence, clear as a bell, relayed to me that he was raised a Pentagostal and sees no need to change his belief system even after dying and being reborn as a Pietmondian several centuries back now.

So there you have it. Warren and Clarence coexist in Pietmond despite their differences with each other and the citizens surrounding and sometimes even crowding in on them (Pietmond being very small and all). When Pietmond was Pitchfork and the 4th was seen as “Underground”, it was a bit different, but Peter SoSo and the revealment of The Labyrinth changed all that. The only present danger I can sense is that Warren is so engrossed in Pietmond’s past as Pitchfork. Unhealthy obsession? I decided to attempt to contact Hazel telepathically and ask her opinion.

“Meek!” came the answer clear as a bell.


How will present Pietmond end?

Each exhibit seems like a permanent one in its own structure, such as the Gallery in the Rocks just filled out. When I run out of structures to fill, it seems like I’ll just have to start all over. And so it might be.

“How *will* present Pietmond end, Hucka D.?”

Hucka D.:

You will fill up the structures, with no place left to go.

bb:

Thanks for that. The newest Warren Zeevon information is interesting. Can you tell me/us about Warren’s obsession with Pitchfork?

Hucka D.:

A lot of [people] are obsessed with the 4th. You must expose your own in this small way. That seems like a trivial move but it is important.

bb:

My 4th, in this way, becomes the same as Warren’s: Pitchfork, in a word.

Hucka D.:

Lemon brought in The Bill.

bb:

Nice, thanks. Switching to Pietmond South, I have a couple more ideas on artists to exhibit, Hucka D. I think I’m hesitating to…

Hucka D.:

The ideas first work in the unconscious. Plus it’s hiking season for ya now.

bb:

Right. Toy avatars and all. I suppose you’d say, if I asked you directly, that I shouldn’t give up on Pietmond right now. 6 months is a long time for me to hold onto the same, basic chunk of land, though. A return to, well, anywhere else doesn’t seem to be in the cards, though (Noru, Rubi, etc.). Thought about Yd Island a bit, but it just took so long to get Pietmond just right, and not a lot of money, mind you, but *some*. To start all over in a different place would be tough at this point. Plus the Otaki Gorge sinkhole is just such a neat place to set up all this. Definitely some kind of energy there. And, overall, land doesn’t seem to be as cheap as it was, say, 1/2 a year ago. Which is good I suppose, at least for Second Life itself. Freefall stopped.

Hucka D.:

Think of all the relationships between the different Pietmond exhibitors now. Something is still missing. Gallery in the Rocks filled a considerable gap in energy, but there’s more.

bb:

It does, though, drag in a bunch of information. Like the possible murder/shooting of 4 or 5 residents in Pietmond’s underground at some specific point in the past, perhaps — probably — related to the Pitchfork idea.

Hucka D.;

Yes, play around with that idea (pause).

bb:

Flynn was suppose to get me a musical group for the Pod Pad, Hucka D. (smiles).

Hucka D.:

You mean *my* Flynn?

bb:

Yes I suppose.

Hucka D.:

You must do her interview, her quote unquote Podcast as well. That’s the meaning of the Pod Pad, unless The Residents *do* actually show up. Reserve it for them, and if they can’t make it, you at least know what it is/was/will be (another pause).

bb:

If I open up this pandora’s box, like I’m speculating, what will happen?

Hucka D.:

The town will remember its past as Pitchfork. Sure you want to do that?

bb:

No. Not sure.

Hucka D.;

Remember everything starts gushing blood when you even dwell on that subject for too long. People [like Bracket Jupiter] even get killed for the same reason. Why is that?

bb:

Maybe it’s just a block in me.

Hucka D.:

No. More.

bb:

Something about Bellershanks Hacon.

Hucka D.:

Somewhat. But more.

bb:

It seems to be tied into maps.

Hucka D.:

Yes: maps.

bb:

And the Billfork Core Diagram, or BCD.

Hucka D.:

What happens when the eye opens?


SoLo

“Peter’s Rock, eh?”

bb:

Thanks, Hucka D. Well?

Hucka D.:

Lamb.

bb:

Box?

Hucka D.:

Yeah. Yes. Think outside of. The.

bb:

Contact?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Candidate chosen. The One. The Box. Boxed One. One Pink Box Pink One. One.

bb:

Anything else tonight?

Hucka D.:

Box. Deleted. One.

Neighboring plywood box is no more.

Chester:

Now you know of the legend of the One Pink Box. Congratulations. Missing gallery perhaps. Missing Piece.

bb:

Recording studio? This Box?

Chester:

Peter. Peter SoSo.

bb:

Lemme see. The Box is deleted. I know what the box is — it is indicated. I know it is pink. One Pink Box.

Chester:

SoSo.


Big Sink > (Sinncity) > Blackmount, 01

TEXT SOON.


Big Sink > (Sinncity) > Blackmount, 02

TEXT SOON.


Box

“I may have found another “Pink Box” Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

You think so.

bb:

Flutterbys… that’s the key. It’s mentioned in a Genesis track off “Foxtrot”. Here.

Hucka D.:

“Supper’s Ready.” You are preparing. Fair chance that you will make it to Uniontown by sunset, brother.

bb:

Fairchang could be the next step, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

And Black Peter is mentioned in the comments on “Supper’s Ready”. Peter in black, that is. Just so you’ll remember. Probably stepping on your lines again. Apologies.

bb:

That’s fine, Hucka D. I have my work cut out for me.

Hucka D.:

You better find out what Peter’s virtual reality looks like.

bb:

Thanks!

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http://www.dailygalaxy.com/my_weblog/peter_gabriel/

“OMG, he really *was* here.”

http://mahasl.wordpress.com/2007/01/25/peter-gabrielwef-davos-07-im-here-as-a-hustler/

Fantastic Mr. Fox??


ReBox


Box, yet again

This is a brook flowing through the central line dividing Frank and Herman Parks. I’ve determined that it holds at least one very special and sacred space, although partially de-energized by the presence of the east-to-west Wey now dividing the brook and surrounding region north-to-south. Box Brook lies just north of this Wey (not to be confused with Pietmond ways).

A box found on the brook alerted me to the presence of entered, sacred space. I believe this area may be called Box itself, and marked on the opposite (eastern) side by another shiny object of yet undetermined, amorphous substance. Analysis pending.

Closeups of the portent box, now layed on nearby ground.

Flute Bridge, with the actual, namesake Flute Limb or Flaut Limb dangling just below.

If this is indeed Flaut Limb, then it calls into question why The Wey isn’t, in parallel, known as The Wye instead, perhaps also connected to this Wye.

Box now on rock. In fact, let’s call this place Rox, perhaps the center of Box. Or perhaps the whole place is called Rox, perhaps Roxio, a burner of CDs (??) When you restart your computer with a DVD in the player, it automatically loads. What’s the DVD? Is it perhaps Tronesis itself?

The Box was found in the upper portion of the below picture. In the center is a low, rocky peninsula in Box Brook, seemingly another candidate for the center of Box or Rox or Roxio.

Then just a bit upstream, passing along the way that amorphous, shiny object that I knew, when photographing it (photo not included here) represented the eastern limit of the Box sacred space area, we come to an almost-island, otherwise known as an isthmus. Actually, very similar to the West End isthmuses of Jeogeot stumbled across this winter, like this one in Nightfield and this other one in Kusanagi. I’m almost positive all three of these are related now in their narrow necked ways.

And then actual, narrow neck of this particular isthmus, which I’ve decided to name The Bottleneck, with the resulting isthmus Bottleneck Isthmus, appropriately. One shovel-full of removed dirt could turn this into an island, though. Untethered to mainland as such, would it, Bottleneck Island now, begin to menacingly float down Box Brook toward Box/Rox/Roxio? That was at least the group fear of superstitious people who once dwelt in this land, and who wore the face of foxes, perhaps. Rox Foxes, yeah. Or nah.

Entry way from The Wey (Wye?) to Bottleneck Isthmus or Bottleneck I. as we’ll shorten it (this will cover our bases if, indeed, it becomes an island in past/present/future tense).

Then above Bottleneck I. we have Bottle Falls. I forgot to mention there was a plastic bottle beside Bottleneck I. when I visited it this afternoon, thus the prompt for the name. Similarly we have a bottle (different one; glass this time) next to Bottle Falls, seen on the extreme left of the below photo.

The 2 forks of Box Brook just above Bottle Falls. Perhaps Box Brook is still the name of one of these two forks, with the other acquiring a different name in the selection process. Was this another source of debate among the fox faced primitives native to the area?

We’ll return to this Box soon enough!


Ditto, E.S.P.

“Hucka D.?”

Hucka D.:

D., Hucka?

bb:

Hi.

Hucka D.:

Hay. (pause) Box. Rox. Fox. Tox. Tick Tox. Jox. (pause) Lox. (pause) Nox.

bb:

Thanks. So was the town or village named Box?

Hucka D.:

Rox-on-Box[, as you’ve guessed].

bb:

What of the foxes[ there]?

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

(pause) Well?

Hucka D.:

The weighty castle on Bottleneck Eye, two lidded eye you see[ or see’s], was feared and trembled. Called the heaviest thing in the whole, narrow world of boxed in Box. It was said to be made of solid Gold. Perhaps Uranium.

bb:

Plutonium? Meltdown?

Hucka D.:

That is the weight on people’s minds now. And you can’t escape the worry. That’s why you worry today. The whole, narrow world worries. You worry. See’s?

bb:

I suppose. Thanks. I have to figure out the structure on Bottleneck I. Is it a nuclear reactor? Probably not. My brother is probably worried as well.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Roxio. Might not get burned. Meltdown if so. Tronesis not understood. All this is linked in your narrow minded mind. Weak and worried as it was today. Saddled with fear and trembling.

bb:

Yes. I think I see. See’s.

Hucka D.:

Open your eye.


Going Deeper…

http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/1620/1/DESC

(23) From an interview in 1980: G: “The land [on the farm where I lived as a child] used to belong to my grandfather, and there is a big house, Coxhill, which is lived in by a guru now. It’s the house where I imagined the story of ‘Musical Box’ taking place, a big Victorian manor with wood paneling, a billiard room, and croquet lawn. I used to look at the dragonflies – butterflies, flutterbies, gutterflies! They used to fly around the river on the farm and now, fifteen years later, they have all disappeared, which is sad.”

http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=it&u=http://www.highinfidelity.net/genesisforum/topic.asp%3FTOPIC_ID%3D3288&ei=G3l-Tf_2Fe6D0QHwhrnkAw&sa=X&oi=translate&ct=result&resnum=2&ved=0CCMQ7gEwAQ&prev=/search%3Fq%3D%2522coxhill%2Bfarm%2522%2B%2522peter%2Bgabriel%2522%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26sa%3DN%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D632%26prmd%3Divnso


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Now… google “Coxhill Farm” images and see what comes up.

I suspect Baker Bloch, etc. will be heading back there very, very soon.


Things are…

… a bit up in the air in Pietmond these days.


Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Brown.

It’s a town!


All Abroad!

Noru ghost train approaching. All a- well, you know.

My newest rental: not Noru but Mujigae, although on the extreme northern side. Noru lies right across the front sidewalk Baker stands on here, a segment of my old land from this sim which I rented/owned from April through September of last year. Now I’ve returned, in part of course for I still have Pietmond. More on Pietmond’s newest development phase very soon!

View of the rental from across the mostly still extant Noru Woods. Marvelous.

View south to north now, over top of my rental house.

Back to the ghost train: well, I’ve been a little carried away lately with just pulling out all the stops, and this is a small part of the action. The ghost train runs in about a 60-70 meter wide circle through the Noru Woods, starting, let’s say, just in front of the rental and heading in a clockwise direction. Baker likes to use mouseview when riding the train. Below, he looks back at the rental as he begins his short trip through the forest area.

Passing over top of Tired Falls, with its large tire in the feeder pool at its top. Baker suddenly feels a little sleepy!

Grazing the Nailcoffin Studio — yes, I understand that the train will probably have to be deleted fairly soon; not permanent.

Great view of the Celtic cross in the distance to the north that Baker speculated might be the grave of Noru’s Peter. Relationship to Pietmond’s Peter (Peters?) is still a bit unclear. Maybe I can get a better grip on all that now that I’m sort of back in Noru and thinking about the whole Norum-Pietmond relationship again.

Cool thing: the train passes right through the center of this brick opening on Widow’s Hill, a cuing spot for the track if you will.

Back “home.”

Baker steps out of the train and looks up to see his two giant bees positioned last summer still hovering in the Noru sky.

Still working on the rental’s innards. Seems Baker already has guests. 🙂


New Pietmond center: the returned, giant Blue Feather

Shot from the similarly reinstated Newton-Jasper Memorial Garden, returned to Pietmond South but without a lot of the previous, inclusive vegetation. Between Newton (right) and Jasper (left) here lies the new, Blue Feather. Not sure about a rename yet; still working on the innards, once more.

“What *are* they bickering about?” Baker ponders. “*Looks* like an argument anyway.”

Big E back in Sunklands once more. The whole Blue Feather pivots around this.

Looking back at the Newton/Jasper standoff from a “Blue Feather” patio. You can see Jack (red) with them now.

Looking up.

Distance shots.

There’s already some heated talk about how this giant structure has ruined the Pietmond townscape, but, most importantly to me, the downtown area has been preserved and even improved, and nothing else had to be deleted to free up prims for this monstrosity except for the removal of the Home o’ Fibs (that’s where the Newton-Jasper Memorial Garden is now), Orange House (yes, Baker’s lost his home!), and the complete hollowing out of the Tower of TILE as the “Baker Bloch in England” exhibit is moved into the Blue Feather, its original home after all. And eventually, I suppose, the much smaller Blue Feather structure on the western side of Pietmond will have to be deleted, when all contents are shifted into the new place. Still working on all the details; can’t decide how much to enlarge the “Jeogeot through Art and Word” exhibit that I plan to move.

But the bottom line in all these changes is that *all* older galleries have remained intact: SoSo East, SoSo West, Norum, Something To CHRO About, Tower of TILE (contents moved to the new structure, as just indicated), Blue Feather Gallery (ditto — in process), Pietmond South Gallery with its 2 filled floors (Rougeau; Ernst), and also the new-ish Gallery in the Rocks. Pietmond remains Pietmond, then. New and improved?? The debate will continue for some time, I feel.


The naming of something…

… can be very important, a genesis, an origin.


Broaching

Just a brief chat tonight, Hucka D. Caught up mostly with my email correspondence.

Hucka D.:

But you have coffee first. Hello to you. I’ll wait.

*****

bb:

Back.

Hucka D.:

You wish to talk about Genesis, then?

bb:

Yeah, the Eden for the toy avatars anyway. I think it is this Foxboro, on Box or Fox Brook.

Hucka D.:

Yes. It is. Or at least they want you to think that.

bb:

The toy avatars.

Hucka D.:

Mossmen mainly, but: yes.

bb:

I also wanted to mention Dogpatch, my new rental unit in northern Chilbo and on the edge of what was once my land in Noru. Right across from the last place the giant Blue Feather Gallery was set up, in fact. The night I first paid my rent on the place, I was setting up vegetation and interior decorating and such, and decided, impromtu, to make a train circle around my house, which turned out to be a train circling around the still mostly intact Noru Wood just to the north. In fact, a natural cuing point was found in the brick square with a wide opening set up on Widow’s Knob by me last summer. But that was the primarly inspiration for the subsequent Dogpatch christening for the house, Hucka D., or one of two primary directions. The other would come from the fact that the original name of Dogpatch, Arkansas is Wilcockson, bringing in psychic David Wilcock into the picture.

Hucka D.:

Yes indeed. You should always be on the lookout for these compensations, sometimes on the humorous side. Often, in fact. Or ironic juxtapositions. Now you may step on people’s toes in the process but that’s their problem. In truth, they should be laughing along with you. You mean no harm.

bb:

No. All I want is information and also engaging or semi-engaging entertainment for me and others. Others and myself.

Hucka D.:

I’m entertainment as well.

bb:

That you are.

Hucka D.:

And also a psychic!

bb:

Nice. So back to Dogpatch.

Hucka D.:

Well, you have these two feeder streams. In the old Dogpatch, US of A theme park, you had a train as well, and also one that ran over the top of a waterfall [just like the Noru ghost train runs across the top of Tired Falls]. It also traces a circular or looped path. Like your Tweetsie as well. Sorry: *Teensie*.

bb:

Thanks for the correction.

Hucka D.:

Just continue that mythology then, with this new impetus. Norum and Chilbol and such. Noru and Chilbo in the present and Norum and Chilbol in the past. And Crow’s Foot as a battleground between Parktown and Chilbo forces — still applies. Good to add humor to the newest version of “Jeogeot through Art and Word.” If people don’t like it — tough. They should laugh or have a smile on their face instead of a scowl. But sometimes that’s not how it works. People are touchy feely. Like you.

bb:

I take Second Life more seriously than Facebook, Hucka D. But still…

Hucka D.:

… it’s an imaginary world with a very changeable face. Very malleable. Pietmond is an incredibly stable concept in this world, as it’s turning out for you. But it’s not really from the Second Life world after all. Nor Sunklands. Nor Jeogeot as a whole. Maybe it’s all from that rock in Whitehead Crossing.

bb:

Another subject I wanted to broach tonight, Hucka D. Thanks for bringing it up.

Hucka D.:

You’re welcome.

bb:

We’re talking mainly about Gray Rock in Whitehead Crossing, Hucka D. Now my impression today is that this represents the Jeogeot continent. This rock as a whole. And then the tip of the rock, the grayest of the gray as it were, is a melding of Yeto and Aoteroa, which then manifests the whole Teepot-Pietmond black-white opposition, now resolved it seems.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Resolved.

bb:

But the rock seems to want to say that *it* created Jeogeot, not visa versa. It can manifest in space/time. In fact, it claims it can physically move through such, like a magic carpet.

Hucka D.:

It can! Or at least the top part can, if you meld with it atomically. Can you yet?

bb:

No.

Hucka D.:

Try harder next time. It’s not that difficult. Then you found the 55 bottles. Sorry, *I* found them. In my catch.

bb:

Great job, Hucka D.!

Hucka D.:

Thanks. ‘Bout fished out the crik, though (smiles).

bb:

Anything else about Whitehead Crossing tonight? I may return tomorrow to the same place.

Hucka D.:

Well, it’s a great place. I think also of Soul Falls. Like you fall off the falls and lose your soul, an achilles heel after all.

bb:

Having a soul, you mean.

Hucka D.:

Extremly hard to take a picture of, though, as you were reminded today.* Basically impossible. It’s a place you go,then, when you die or perish. Only way. That’s what the toy avatars believe, and they should know, being the soul-less entities they turned out to be. Soul-filled I mean.

bb:

*Do* they have souls? *Did* they?

Hucka D.:

If so it would be the 4th. TILE.

bb:

Thanks. What of the bottles? They seem to be a TILE as well.

Hucka D.:

Yes (!) A complete TILE. Carrcass. 4?

bb:

Carrcass-4, you mean.

Hucka D.:

It can manifest to you in that way. *Make* *me* it cries. Perhaps screams. So it follows you into the woods.

bb:

I want to ask about Jeo-rocks.

Hucka D.:

First the Blue Feather to end tonight: the train circles around the Noru Wood you once owned as a *healing* process. Part of that process also involves re-creating the Blue Feather in Pietmond. Half of the process[ in fact]. The two are part of the same stream[ once more]. Now: is Wilcock the same as Cayce? Is it two parts of one stream[ once more]? That’s the question to be asking, or one of them.

bb:

If so, Dogpatch will hold the answers. The structure there before, if it could speak (and it can), would say: no. The two are separate. What does “separate” mean here, though? That’s a question Dogpatch will be trying to answer, along with the whole Norum extension development involving Chilbo, Parktown, Crow’s Foot and more. Red Leaf perhaps.

Hucka D.:

Chief Red Leaf, yeah. Thought Blue Feather was a bit flaky and daft. Rival chiefs you know. Or chefs. Cook-off and such. But it’s all Cowboys and Indians and Horses in that direction.

bb:

We better wrap up. Anything else tonight?

Hucka D.:

Who is Wilcock’s son? Is it Cayce? Is it Wheeler-Wilson to Wilson-Wheeler[ affair]? And what of Marble Falls? They hated the name Dogpatch (as well?). Marble Falls is where marbles fall. Like Peter Graves. Think of Marbles and Mossmen and Mmmmmmm’s. 3Ms. Wilson-Wheeler. Wheeler- Wilson-. Thank you.

bb:

Thanks!

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* Here’s my attempt (I can’t see the falls either):


Whitehead Crossing, 01

As yet unnamed rock on north side of Whitehead Crossing, the “port” area as it were. Tadpoles a hatch’n in bordering pool.

Fantastical, dead hemlock tree next to this rock.

Looking toward the rock beside the tadpole pool across the top of another, unnamed rock in this swamp-ish area.

Details of above tree.

Details of above tree II.

Insects have emerged, once more.

Step-across rock. Smaller than it looks in the photo, perhaps.

Another hemlock tree across the stream from the big, dead one. Interesting “mouth” at the base.

Another shot from Whitehead Crossing’s north side, not far below the above pictured locations and marshy lands.

Picture of a rock more toward the center of the complex, which will soon be hidden by undergrowth.


Whitehead Crossing, 02

Hucka Doobie goes fishing in White Crossing’s very own creek and catches not just a couple but *55* bottles, if I’m counting them right. Look how happy it made him. Aww.

Mysterious, approx 4 foot tall falls on this same creek that I simply can’t get a proper picture of due to the dense rhododendron all around. I call it Soul Falls.

Grey Rock in central Whitehead Crossing, mentioned several times already in this blog.

Details of top (crushed nuts).

On top of Grey Rock looking toward Hucka Doobie’s bottles, some of which are glinting in the distance across the creek ravine.

Detail of rock as I sit upon it.

Detail of small tree next to the rock. Sign of avatar activity in the area?

A bridge branch between two rocks near the ravine. More evidence of avatar presence?

Grey Rock from east.

Heading east away from Whitehead Crossing. Pot next to creek here, as also pictured in this former post on the subject.

But the big find today was Hucka Doobie’s bottles.


Gnirps

First snake sighted of the year, a small, garter variety. Quite cute for a serpent!

Nice meadow somewhat near Box Brook talked about a lot recently on this blog, on another part of the same mountain slopes. Kids were playing in the field.

Chimney in nearby woods. Don’t know the story about the house which obviously use to be there. Have to check on that.

To the head of Box Brook now, two valleys over on the same side of the mountain. Actually the valley top crossed before this one contains the other fork of this same brook. So actually either one might be Box Brook proper at this early, pre-combined stage. I’ll have to provide a map of the whole stream system asap.

To complicate matters even further, I’m contemplating a switch of names from Box Brook to Fox Brook. And going along with this, I’m pretty sure I’m going to call the area described in this former post on the subject Foxboro instead of Boxboro or Box. Get to more of that in a moment.

The opening through the rocks at the head of this fork of Fox Brook pictured above goes all the way through. Seems like yet another special place in the area, like Foxboro (formerly Box).

I only provide one picture of the namesake, special space of this blog post, Gnirps, although I hope to be going back very soon for more.* Actually, Gnirps seems to been the true, special or sacred space for this system, and not Foxboro. In other words, it is the potential site for a toy happening or toy event. Foxboro, in contrast, seems de-energized upon rechecking it today, probably because of the closer proximity to the Wye road that splits the system in an east-west direction. Gnirps remains more protected and isolated in this manner.

Gnirps was also originally, briefly, called Spring Forward, not because I discovered the space on the day we have to set our clocks forward for daylight savings time in this part of the country, but because, a week on, I finally seem to be shaking off the physical/mental effects of this time change (!) And the other part of this is that in the top (northern) part of this space, the springs feeding this Fox Brook fork are found. Again, apologies for not taking more pictures this day — maybe tomorrow, even.

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* Gnirps is pronounced “nirps”, rhyming with “chirps”. Similar to “gnome” being pronouced like “nome,” then.


More decisions…

Options:

* Improve the “Jeogeot through Art and Word” exhibit now it has been officially moved (start) into the new, giant Blue Feather structure of Pietmond. And I’m thinking that there’s even room in the upper stories for yet another exhibit of some kind, perhaps featuring one of the Jeogeot artists included in the JtAaW exhibit. Have to think more on all that.

* *Don’t* improve this exhibit, and just delete the Blue Feather from Pietmond, perhaps deleting the town itself in the process. SoSo West, after all, is a bit ruined.

So that’s basically the options. Two biggies. I also presently rent in northern Chilbo but that’s a cheap place and I plan to stay there for a while. Even have a name for that particular structure now: Dogpatch. Lemme provide a picture of what I’ve set up inside presently…

It’s the entire, 10 part Newton collage series, starting at the door and working around two of the 4 walls, northwest to southeast then. The reason? Well, Dogpatch, the US of A town, is located in a Newton County, Arkansas. That’s the short answer.

Hucka D.:

The town is gathered.

Warren Zeevon:

I, of course, vote no on the deletion of Pietmond from the Second Life grid. How could you think of such a think, baker b.? Don’t you love Pietmond? Or at least like it a whole lot?

bb:

I like it a whole, whole lot, Warren. Just the focus right now is more on the outdoors — toy avatars and such — and also I’d like to return Baker Bloch to Wiltshire County, England. So it’s more a focus issue.

Warren Zeevon:

You won’t be able to get it back once given up.

bb:

Maybe.

Warren Zeevon:

I staunchly oppose, still.

bb:

How ’bout you, Hucka D.? Hucka Doobie.

Hucka D.:

I’ll let Warren speak my part.

bb:

So that means you oppose the deletion as well?

Warren Zeevon:

You simply haven’t dug deep enough into the Pietmond mythology yet, baker b.

bb:

I can do that from Norum. That’s my counter-argument.

Hucka D.:

So you plan to rent more or own more in Norum now?

bb:

Again: maybe.

Hucka D.:

Warren, it seems he’s locked in to a different path. A non-Pietmond path at this time and place. It’s a time of change.

bb:

6 months is a long time to hold onto one, particular place in SL for me, Warren.

Warren Zeevon (crying):

You better (sniff) think about all this you’re doing (sniff). You just better (blows nose).

bb:

I promise I will, Warren.

Hucka D.:

So let’s talk about the options. What happens in a Pietmond-less Second Life and Real Life?

bb:

The focus goes back to Norum-Chilbo a bit. More Norum I suppose. Time to head back; be absorbed in that, particular region again.

Hucka D.:

What of “Jeogeot Through Art and Word”? I thought you were going to develop that further, push the envelope.

bb:

I still could.

Hucka D.:

But not in a Pietmond-less SL and RL.

bb:

Um… not sure. I could certainly hop around Jeogeot galleries again. In fact, I was doing so today.

Hucka D.:

Let’s run down the Pietmond galleries that would be affected by this sweeping change. SoSo’s, Norum, CHRO.

bb:

Outside of the Gallery in the Rocks, they’ve all had at least 2 months run time now. I’d advertise that Pietmond will soon go away, and then let avatars visit one last time if they wish before the whole thing is deleted. Or just abandoned.

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The changes start at least: deletion of now empty Tower of TILE and also the movement of Gallery in the Rocks to what was formerly the center of the Newton-Jasper Memorial Gardens. Newton and Jasper now hem in this gallery. Meaning? All land east of Cathedral Way is now empty of structures. Forest next for this parcel?

I believe I’ll also move Mike’s SoSo West art to the Pietmond South Gallery for better exposure, and perhaps Julie Sadler’s work in Norum as well. Hmmm… everything seems to be conglomerating in Pietmond South now, minus the huge Blue Feather structure of course, or making room for that perhaps whole, separate project thingie. SoSo East and CHRO next to the TILE Temple cannot be moved, most likely, nor Lime House now.


The Marriage

I’ve yet to absorb the impact of what is obviously an All Important Marriage in toy avatar legend ledgers. Takes place in Gnirps, first mentioned here. Right on the border between Frank and Herman Parks — at their “center” — and furthermore it’s plain to see that the marriage depicted in the present post also overlaps a marriage or nuptial pact between the parks. If so, and it is obvious this is so, then logically the male should be colored green-silver and the female red-gold in accordance with assigned park colors and sexual orientation. Colors have gotten switched around, then, like the name of the location itself (Gnirps; originally: Spring Forward). Backwards. Another red-green mixup, like with the naming of Greenhead above Whitehead Crossing, even though it not at the actual head of Green (Creek) but on a side fork (Red Fork?). Instead the (larger? smaller?) community or sacred space region at Green’s head or source is called Red Head, two words instead of the one this time.

It’s all very mysterious.

And what of the marriage court in this archived photo? An orange? A tennis ball? No, instead these are actual avatar forms I’ve been told, with the orange-like form named Bill and the tennis ball shaped figure a nice, young lady person named Wilson. Or Wilsonia perhaps. But what of the “#**@^#*^@( MANGOOOOOO” as Edna foots it so punnily? (!) I believe it’s a pod, a P Pod. Which would explain a lot.

Baker Bloch seems to be the oncoming baby-child of the marriage couple. Perhaps they can all live snugly and happily in what at first glance appears to be a coffee can to their right. Or maybe it is a spaceship, ready to wisk them and their pod encased baby-boy-toy to a spiffy honeymoon location, perhaps Mars or Pluto or some place even more exotic and mysterious. It’s all very.

Map Rat acts as the director for the wedding. She/he instructs “Frank” and “Herman” here to stand closer. STAND CLOSER. Idiot pieces of candy, she mutters under her breath, but not loud enough so that anyone could hear. So she thinks. Sally Snail will marry the two off day after tomorrow in yesterday’s world clock, her first assignment of this kind. Can you see her antennae shaking? Bill and Wilson/Wilsonia have to constantly catch themselves from rolling away on either side.

Day after tomorrow this now empty courtyard below the reheasing wedding party will be filled to the brim with 250-325 avatar forms of all shapes, colors and sizes. Bill and Wilson(ia) will not be the oddest looking of the bunch by any means, I would suspect.

Actual spring head in Gnirps, just beyond the courtyard. Said to be haunted a bit, but not enough to spoil the place as a popular destination for couples seeking to get hitched and such. But nothing like *this* has *ever* come to Gnirps, nor ever will. This is the marriage above all other marriages! This is *Frank and Herman* we’re talking about for Pete’s sake!

But what of Baker Baby Boy Toy? Is he too imaginary to chance befriending still? Is it Baker Bloch’s father? Nephew? Grandkid?

“It’s all.”


Pietmond Progress

News:

Pietmond South Gallery is basically finished now. Sidewalk to Gallery in the Rocks next door. Blue Feather Gallery down the hill (in the village proper) is shaping up as well. Appears that Pietmond will not die anytime soon after all. Crisis averted.

Hucka D.:

Phew!

bb:

Do you like the new Pietmond, Hucka D.? And, more importantly, does *Warren*?

Hucka D.:

Yeah, it’s great. Better than great: it’s SoSo!

bb:

So so good, eh.

Hucka D. (laughing a bit):

Yeah.

bb:

I still have a lot of space in the Blue Feather for another exhibit of unknown shape and form, still.

Hucka D.:

Oh you know: Winesap.

bb:

So that’s what really should be there.

Hucka D.:

Yeah. Seems like it. Don’t you think so? So so?

bb:

How to start[ though]?

Hucka D.:

*This* is level 4, baker b.

bb:

Hmmm.

Hucka D.:

Yeah: hmmm.

bb:

It should be public domain, Hucka D. Able to make cash and credit off of it, then.

Hucka D.:

Bore through the book. Realign it. The code is there. Not drumming but an underlying code anyway. Rhythm.

bb:

I must sit beside TILE Creek. *Listen* to it.

Hucka D.:

There is another creek now.

bb:

Green?

[Hucka D. does not answer]

bb:

It’s not Gnirps. It’s Winesap, Hucka D.

[Hucka D. doesn’t answer]

bb:

Hucka D.?

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One night while working at Frank and Herman Parks I backed my patrol car into the entrance of a picnic area on Suds Drive. I was sitting there with my dome light on filling out some paperwork on a violation notice I had issued earlier when I saw a toy vehicle coming down Suds Drive at a high rate of speed. The vehicle started to slow as it approached and I assumed that they saw my car. As the vehicle passed the driver tossed a 3.375 gallon wine bottle out the window striking the front bumper on my car. I immediately pulled out with my emergency lights on and stopped the vehicle. I approached the driver and asked him if he knew why I had stopped him. The man, Baker Bloch, said he had no idea why.

I then asked him if he threw a wine bottle from his car.

His answer shocked me, “Yea I did. So what’s the big deal? Someone will pick it up.”

No matter how I tried, I could not convince Mr. Bloch that he had done something wrong and that it was a violation of the law to litter. He left with several violation notices, angry for being hassled. I cannot remember if he ever paid his fines.


In and out

“Middle of the night to you, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

He’s over here. Psst. Here.

bb:

Who are you talking to, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

It’s Pietmond. As a little boy. We found him back in time. In the woods.

bb:

Lemme guess.

Hucka D.:

That’s right. The Timelord had been putting food out for him to eat, and he knew he was around because every night less would be there, and there were no other small art colonies in the nearby vicinity. No one could be eating the food besides Pietmond. So Pietmond lives (!)

bb:

I hope so. Can I see him?

Hucka D.:

Not yet. So you have questions tonight. Timelords[ and such].

bb:

I’m thinking Peter of Pietmond was a Timelord.

Hucka D.:

Well who do you think I’ve been talking about myself (!!)

bb:

Oh. Yeah, I think I see that. Peter put out the food for Pietmond.

Hucka D.:

He found him when he was quite young still. Reverse time.

bb:

My other thought tonight, or one of them, is that if Peter is a timelord, then he enters Pietmond through the conquest, shall we say, of another timelord. They were the only 2 left, Hucka D. Peter and Redman, the evil or eviler one. The one with Pitchfork.

Hucka D.:

Correct[ enough]. He held his pop eye head in his hands upon death. The Devil died. The evil Redman. In his hands. Head in hands.

Fallen. Drums stopped. Peter is born. Only timelord. Went back and found Pietmond as a young child. Almost a baby. So cute.

bb:

Let me check something. Well, Hucka D. It looks like Coach K’s out of the tournament and won’t be catching Bob Knight this year.

Hucka D.:

The eviler one still rules. For now. But it is inevitable. Carolina is alone now. Last timelord. Only timelord.

bb:

Dr. Who’s turning out to be a pretty good show, Hucka D. Is the good Doctor related to Dr. Blood?

Hucka D.:

Redman? Well, that’s Knight isn’t it?

bb:

Could be. Suppose. (pause) I hope Cammie’s cat is OK, truly.

Hucka D.:

In the woods.


Pietmond Progress, 02

First off, the second first place winner in the Pie Town art contest to help redesign sister city Pietmond came in the form of a sculpture and not a painting. Isn’t it marvelous?! Thanks a huge bunch, Lennie Lee Stangant! Hope your school year (2nd grade) is coming to a successful conclusion.

I haven’t been able to consciously fit in any of the super suggestions sent in by Pie Town children yet. But unconsciously I’m sure they’re helping guide me to what certainly has been a redesign of the town by almost any definition, starting with the insertion of the large version of the Blue Feather Gallery into the heart of the town. Just today I lopped off the top two stories of the structure, as well as eliminating the Tower of TILE attached to it. Now I suddenly have — joy! — over 300 free prims to play around with. Lemme take a closer look at that winning sculpture, then!

The “Jeogeot through Art and Word” exhibit is still being shaped up within, which, after all, stopped in the middle of the building going upwards. And the Baker Bloch in England exhibit housed in the now deleted Tower of TILE is still found in its entirety both in successive posts on this blog and also as a separate set on my flickr site. So no really big loss there as well, I don’t feel.

The photo below shows a now empty, lower floor of what use to be the SoSo West gallery. But, again, no biggie in terms of removal since all of Mike Casey’s art within has been satisfactorily transferred to the Pietmond South Gallery (Floor 3).

And as you can tell from the next photo, the downtown region has remained essentially intact from its previous state, although both SoSo West and Norum galleries have been cleared of art. Julie Sadler’s pieces formerly located in Norum have been moved to Pietmond South (Floor 2) as well.

And Baker Bloch has a new, Pietmond home (!) It sits exactly on the former spot of Orange House, but uses up considerably less prims. Another option is simply to reinstate Orange House here. But the views are still excellent from the second floor, where Baker has set up his standard computer desk and writing table, along with some other, necessary appliances.

Mouseview look at the town while sitting in front of Baker’s computer.

Long Way has had almost a complete makeover in the last several weeks. Still working on all this — things may change more.

View from inside the Blue Feather, looking up toward the top of the shortened but still pretty high structure through a hole in the ceiling on floor 1.

Baker taking a break from Pietmond remodeling, but undoubtedly mapping out more changes in his head while seemingly at rest.


Ideas.

Peter (SoSo) was called in to find the original Residents of town, 4 or 5 in number, or perhaps 5 or 6 (5-6, 56). They were rumored to be shot, but were just LOST. But after this Peter quickly gets embroiled with the legend of Ticky Bill and his ticking house, leading to the establishment of Pietmond town limits among many other events.

Hucka D.:

Peter realized he was the 6th Resident. Or 5th. Although townspeople claimed Ticky Bill was the 5th or 6th Resident who escaped the Massacre in the Underground.

bb:

That really what it was called, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

Yes. MitU.

bb:

But they weren’t massacred in reality, just LOST.

Hucka D.:

Right. Town legend or folklore instead. Just like Ticky himself.

bb:

Maybe Ticky killed off The Residents.

Hucka D.:

Maybe Warren Zeevon, the town’s preacher and undertaker at once. Did he know about The Underground?

bb:

Well, he had the unexplained Norum cemetery records. Or I suppose that would be called No Room at the time of the move.

Hucka D.:

He would have knowledge of The Underworld. Pluto. Hell. Hades. Pitchfork and Redman and such. Bad Day there all… Jack.

bb:

It was supposed that The Residents would burn in hell forever.

Hucka D.:

Yes. The original Residents of Pietmond, yes. They were round without square.

bb:

Were they also Men in Black?

Hucka D.:

The were the movers [but not shakers] of the [No Room] cemetery, baker b. They were called in. They were, in turn, promised a place in Pietmond, the newer, safer town. But then they disappeared… said to have been shot. In the Underground. Sent to the Underworld.

bb:

Maybe Fred Frith would know where they are, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Father Fred?

bb (laughing a bit):

Maybe (!)

Hucka D.:

We better end. Thank you for your further questions about Pietmond’s interesting and colorful past!

bb:

Well you’re welcome, Hucka D. Thank you in turn, of course.

Sapphire:

It was red.

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Parties.

“Rather strange hike through the Woods of Hal today, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

I wish not to talk about that subject. Woods, yes. Hal, no. It will be hidden.

bb:

Thank you. Carrcass-5 is coming up sometime. Will it only form when Pietmond is kaput?

Hucka D.:

(pause) Yes.

bb:

Thought so. Because all I have left in the village is the Blue Feather, and the TILE Temple.

Hucka D.:

And the labyrinth.

bb:

If I simply get rid of it, perhaps not this month but the next, then I can focus on SL exploring once more. And Carrcass-5 and such.

Hucka D.:

Yes. (pause) Pietmond was a place where you emerge out of yourself more and find others. But you know the limits now. Pietmond South. You know where all that will take you.

bb:

I could simply move back to Norum. Not Noru, perhaps, but…

Hucka D.:

An option. A pretty good one. Teepot seems right out as well. Too similar to Pietmond. If you hadn’t had Pietmond, what you would have done would be done there instead.

bb:

I have to keep the Pietmond South property, Hucka D. Unless I want to move the Pietmond South Gallery and Gallery in the Rocks there.

Hucka D.:

Sorry…

bb:

I’m simply not getting very much help with Jeogeot history and mythology.

Hucka D.:

No.

bb:

Maybe just start at the top western part of the continent and move around and up, all the way to the northern tip.

Hucka D.:

Another option.

bb:

Like this hill on the 36-Island on the west side, Hucka D. Why is the United States of America USA ($) (USD) Calling Code 001 / +1 buying up this land, like they did near WES? I remember they owned the top of the highest hill there as well.


Adults and Kids.

“On one side of Clay County, we have a little Billy kid. On the other a Bill adult, perhaps a wheezing geezer even.”

Hucka D.:

Sounds like me.

bb:

It may represent the passage through the realm of Peter, Hucka D. (pause to check) That would be all the way from Carrcass+10, the very first Carrcass perhaps, to Carrcass-0. Maybe even the beginning of synchronicity itself would be the kid, a youth. Carrcass+10 would be Billville in the middle of all this.

Hucka D.:

So the left side of Clay County above would be the realm of Peter [Brazil West], and the right side the realm of you, baker b. [Brazil East]. Between them lies Billville. Makes sense. Bill is an awkward teen here, like Aquamarine Karoz was in Norum at the appearance of his Grassy Noll. Quite the shock (!)

bb:

The extreme left or west of Clay County here would also be Carrcass+0 and Carrcass-1 surrounding Carrcass-0. Even up to the most recent, Carrcass-4, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

All this is preparation for Carrcass-5, baker b. Is it yours yet, again?

bb:

Doubtful.

Hucka D.:

Sorry.

bb:

We still reside in Clay County[ after all].