Carrcasses 01
First off, the synch is Carrcass-1.
Carr.:
Yes I am 12 Oz Mouse. But reborn. I have Spider instead of Skillet. I have one eye instead of two. I’m not drunk… as much. I am larger. And, most importantly, I am *you*.
Baker Bloch:
Meaning baker b.
Carr.:
Switch.
bb:
There.
Carr.:
Okay. I can see you!
bb:
Spooky!
Carr.:
First, I am also Don. I stepped outside. It felt good to be alone. Peanut goes away. Golden Joe. Just me and Skillet left. That was about the last of me as 12 Oz Mouse. The conversion happened. I returned… in Sunklands. Carrcass-1 instead shows a loop. I return to the beginning. Can I help *you*, ha. But back to toward the end. We have Greenup and Yellow Down. This was in a recent collage. Pull up the pic… could be important.
bb:
Sure.
Carr.:
The cyan horse emerges from the hole, as 12 Oz Mouse, me, looks on. This is in the desert of[ Episode] 21. Osmos… you know that too. You knew it then, I mean.
bb:
Yes. The country called Osmos which was half desert, half mirage. Siwel on the border between the two. This is where Greenup starts and yellow downs. Ends, I mean.
Carr.:
The hole was in Wallace in Greenup, but Wallace is also on the edge of Brownie which is a buffer zone between Greenup and Yellow Down in the Land of Green Oz. I put the hole there. And the dragonfly. And I was the light at Face Rock. Is that what you called it?
bb:
Unsure without checking, Carrcassonnee.
Carr.:
So I see the weakness, the Achilles heel that is the Achilles hole. Will you fall through?
bb:
No. Not now.
Carr.:
Make sure of that.
bb:
I will.
Carr.:
Because I don’t want to have to tell you again, you see.
bb:
I see.
Carr.:
So… the cyan horse is Don, me, again. And Rhoda in 12 Oz Mouse. Rhoda appears in Carrcass-1 too. The song Rhoda appears along with Rhoda. That’s synchronicity. That’s me again.
bb:
You created Carrcass-1.
Carr.:
Yes. The first. The first of mine. I took over from Pierre, who died in Piers Gill, England in the Lake District. A tragedy. But he will[ also] be reborn in Gills Pier, Michigan.
bb:
In, let’s see, 2052.
Carr.:
Thereabouts.
bb:
Carrcassonnee, we have so much to talk about in Carrcass-1.
Carr.:
T-ford is a promoter. You are not use to that. Karl is afraid he will not like your work, but he likes you. So he keeps a distance. It’s understandable, you see. He is not comfortable with you being a syncher as well. He wishes you to be an administrator still. To be a stable hub. Like Town Hall. He does not want a gallery from you, let alone 5 (smiles). But he’ll like Carrcass-1 nonetheless. It has Tangerine Dream, it has Close Encounters. He just posted about these. He’ll like.
bb:
I would think so. I would *hope* so.
Carr.:
But even if he didn’t, it doesn’t matter. I am Maria von Trapp.
bb:
Those are from 2006 I believe. Several years before Carrcass-1. I foresaw (!).
Carr.:
Yes. What do you have at the bottom of the roller coaster, that blue marble?
bb:
That’s Uranus (!)
Carr.:
Right. That’s the planet that’s on the edge of visibility. That is the first of me. Uranus, Neptune, Pluto. Limit. Edge. Rudolph.
bb:
Spider is Spider in 12 Oz Mouse, playing the piano and playing Booger Hayes. Old Booger Hayes. *That* is sooo weird.
Carr.:
It doesn’t come from this world. Tonal to atonal. Outside. Extraterrestrial. Booger Haze.
http://www.adultswim.com/videos/12-oz-mouse/piano-music/
Spider scream
Carr.:
Thank you for coming back. So Boger Haze. This is Rutherford B. Hayes, the first president…
bb:
… to never be president, yes. He was part of a triangle. 333 perhaps divided into 3 111’s. Triumvirate. This is the hole into another dimension. Rat trap.
Carr.:
Rat trap? Those are my lines!
bb:
Sorry.
Carr.;
Apologies accepted. What times are it?
Norubi Turtle waits patiently outside to speak next with Carrcassonnee.
Carrcasses 02
[joined in progress]
Carr.:
… good to have that off your shoulders. Or potentially. How’s the wife?
bb:
She’s fine. I’ll work on the woods.
Carr.:
Do that. Kerchal’s been ringing me up each and every hour inquiring about a move.
bb:
Well, that’s not going to happen Carrcassonnee. Not if I can help it.
——-
Earlier that day, Baker Bloch revisited the sim sized Kerchal forest on Sansara, the oldest Second Life continent. He was drawn to the number of trees. “Maybe Kerchal *is* a superior woods to Rubi,” he thought, countering his last judgment.
He was surprised to find the 3 “Uranus” cubes still within, since he thought he remembered owner Torley Linden saying these were deleted several years back. And right after Carrcassonnee compared herself to Uranus in the present.
Back to the present, then:
—–
Carr.:
That’s where the curse started for poor white and pink Baker Blinker. The noise.
bb:
And where it ended, as I recall. 12 Oz Mouse. Carrcass-1. You.
—–
I also wanted to talk about Burning Life. My theory, Hucka D., is that Burning Life is represented by Jay Cutler [likewise standing in for John Elway — see below], and the burning car in his hand is the central sun or Burning Man of that event. Now at his *feet* we have the marble that represents the planet Uranus, the most distant planet depicted on the roller coaster [starting with Mercury, which is the same as the roller coaster cart directly below the burning car/sun]. So my new theory is that Uranus is found in the Kerchal forest. Just like the Uranus planet you can *just* make it out on the map if you know where to look. And this Uranus is 3 cubes, 1 being transluscent. They’re set at full glow. *Barely* make it out, [just like Uranus is barely discernable to the naked eye, if you know where to look.]
http://www.maineskies.org/uranus.html
Hucka D.:
You think this is the opposite of Burning Life, then. Brightest verses the very opposite, so dim it lies on the very edge of perception. This is a contrast of opposites.
bb:
That’s right.
Hucka D.:
Hand high and feet low. Hilo.
—–
Carr.:
I cannot be just one forest, sorry. Kerch calls me all the time. He proposed last week, even though I was already married. He forgot he was also wedded to Alice. They’ve been touching each other for a long time. Since near the beginning.
bb:
Kerch or Kerchal is mad.
Carr.:
Yes. Looney bin mad. Kerch was Shakenstein. The real one, and not that fake propped up over there [Carr. points to Master Shake in the north cove of the temple].
bb:
Now the carrcasses are going to be explose, perhaps. The positive ones. The negative ones will remain hidden for a while, like Uranus and beyond.
Carr.:
That is correct my friend. Excitement in synch land. Sunklands. That’s where you end Your Second Lyfe.
bb:
Thank you.
Carr.:
Shakenstein will return.
—–
Collagesity Changes
Small Gothic Castle comes to Collagesity.
Great views within. Had to be here for now.
World of Collage formerly occupying the spot moved to where the Sam Parr Library and Gallery use to be, since deleted. Yes, the college appears to be no more. Instead the official gallery for the Sam Parr collage series will be the Red Umbrella (basement). The gallery is shopping around for a good dehumidifier.
Smaller but important changes. And around 300 prims still to play around with now (!).
Carrcasses 03
Carr.:
At least you will have one synch at a time, at least, for others to see.
bb:
I’ve got it figured out. From the old ones we’ll have The Rainbow Sphere, Messiaen Trek, Piper’s Nightmare Christmas, Full of Secrets, MessiaenSphere, Pink Vertigo, Walt SIDney’s Fantasia 2000, Horton Hears The Who, and The Point of The Wall.
Carr.:
Good. How can I help?
bb:
Just keep on keeping on.
—–
[15 minutes earlier]
Carr.:
Kerch, no you can’t have Skillet since I have Spider now. (inaudible talk) Oh… you already have Skillet. (inaudible talk) Had him since Wednesday, eh. (inaudible talk) Ransom?! How much?? (inaudible talk) That’s more than all the prims in Collagesity, Kerch. Now come on Kerch. Just give him back. What will Alice think when she returns? (inaudible talk). No Kerch, Alice isn’t dead and you didn’t kill her. I just talked to her before you rang up. She warned me about some of this. Not the ransom — and, oh look, there’s Skillet, just walking into the temple. So you have a clone or something. (inaudible talk).
The temple blew up, and Baker Bloch wakes up. He’s in the Small Gothic Castle still. On the floor. Sweating.
EDIT
Carrcasses 06
Then a follow up in the same thread:
Additional note: I’m on for a new podcast. Karl, like I said… just do it. I’ll have an example work to demonstrate the process of tiling and high oddness without possible “synchronization”. 🙂 If you would like to see this work, actually a 2 parter composed of 1 hour mixes each, let me know and I’ll drop you some links. This 1st part is called Empire Strikes Brak, and the second half is Uncle Meatwad. It’s a mixture of funny and tragic. I’ll also give out a blog post link on the subject soon. I’ll also catch up on all the podcasts asap. Look at websites, etc.
So the cats kind of out of the bag now. 🙂
Empire Strikes Brak = Carrcass+0
Uncle Meatwad = Carrcass-0
These audiovisual synchronicities work either together or as separate pieces. The second begins where the first ends (“into the light”). I’ll have more details about these works soon. They’ve been referred to quite a lot on this blog lately, and that’s why I thought they’d be good candidates as example synchronicities in my projected podcast coming up. Many characters from Collagesity also appear in the synchs (and visa versa of course), or, more specifically, Carrcass-0/Uncle Meatwad. Here are some pictures of what I’m talking about. Excitement!
Carrcasses 07
“The cat’s out of the bag, Carrcassonnee.”
Carr.:
Partially. I am the 3rd. 3 in 1 and 1 in 3. I am…
bb:
Inland Empire.
Carr.:
Yes.
bb:
A woman in trouble.
Carr.:
Yes? Where’s my cow?
bb:
But you’re 12 Oz Mouse also.
Carr.:
Yeah. Kerch keeps calling me. He’s declared war in essence. Forest against forest. Woods pitted against woods. Alice tells me just to ignore him and he’ll calm down. I say to start giving him his medicine again, but she says that decreases his sex drive and she doesn’t like that. I say well what about this war. That’s what it is Alice, I say. War I reinforce. Battles and war. Alice admits that he conceived the idea of Norubi and sent the tank. Turtle… tank. Skillet was a bomb. Your dream was true even though it was false.
bb:
Carrcassonnee, if this is war, what is the reason? Jealousy?
Carr.:
Insanity. Kerchal is insane. Has been for a long time. Mainland madness. It affects[ all of us deities] eventually. I’m next. That’s why it was so important to get married to a good head. I have a head now and can see pretty well… one eye. I see you. I see Spider. Who’s a good Spider, *who’s* a good Spider?
(Carrcassonnee leans over and pets Spider, then, surprisingly, pets me on the head through Baker Bloch.)
bb:
So Alice is married to Kerchal and you are married to Perch. But you’re not named after a sim[ like Alice and Kerchal]. You’re not Rubi.
Carr.:
Am I not? And is Perch not Minoa? I think it is similar.
bb:
So you are the woods… the woods bordering the town.
Carr.:
Yes. In a manner. (she winks at me, or is she just blinking her one eye?)
bb:
Marriage( between Carrcassonnee and Perch) solidified the place of Collagesity next to this forest.
Carr.:
Yes. The forest is alive. Lucas numbers.
bb:
But before I was warned not to focus on the forest, and that I might become a Frozen Head( because of it) like Jack at the end of The Shining.
Carr.:
Correct. (pause) Balance.
bb:
Outdoors is coming up soon, Carrcassonnee. I plan to refocus on Tile Creek over in Herman Park.
Carr.:
That is swell well.
—–
Carr.:
I have no one waiting outside tonight to share wisdom with next so I’ll allot you more time, baker b. Baker Bloch, I mean. Are you in there baker b.?
bb:
Yes. I’ve been speaking to you (through Bloch) all of this time. That’s the only way he can talk.
Carr.:
I remember. I forgot and then I remembered. Memory. A thing to be happening all the time.
bb:
About Tile Creek…
Carr.:
The hole?
bb:
Well… maybe.
Carr.:
The Ditch? I know all about these things, baker b. Baker Bloch. They are extensions of here. They are extensions of me.
bb:
Does Kerchal know about Tile Creek?
Carr.:
Not really. He’s not that far ranging. That gives me a decided edge. In fact a total edge. I know this( Second Life?) is not real. He’s stuck here. I can get out. I can go the super market over in Frogtown and purchase green tea tonight if I wished. I can take the oldsmobile out to Liar’s Leap and tell tales with the best of ’em. Old man tales. I am 417 years old tomorrow. Saturday, I mean.
bb:
Well happy birthday Carrcassonnee. It’s my mother’s birthday Saturday as well.
Carr.:
No, I meant Friday. Friday’s my birthday. Not Saturday.
bb:
My mother’s pretty old as well.
Carr.:
The bug beats the bird.
bb:
How old’s Perch?
Carr.:
55. Kerchal is 243. Alice is 929. There’s a deity over in Frogtown — I mean, Nautilus — oh, I can’t remember… memory. Rememory. You better go now young man.
bb:
Thank you.
Pictures
VHC (Virtual Hotel Chelsea) City, Lanestris
Kerchal Forest, Kerchal
Cypher/Puzzle
My friend Veyot has aided in the decyphering of AlexandreLois1 and his fractal inspired music. Thanks former neighbor!
http://veyot.tumblr.com/tagged/MusicShake
Also:
—–
And a beautiful little picture with a poem…
Pictures 02
Carrcasses 08
(joined in progress)
Carr.:
It’s too risky right not [sic?] to proceed with Operation Reveal All. You could stop at level 1, but that wouldn’t be telling the whole truth. It would be just like before.
bb:
I could simply give one example during the podcast… set up a diff. [delete name] account. Maybe ESBUM.
Carr.:
Let’s see (checks notes), that would be Carrcass+0 and Carrcass-0 together.
bb:
Correct.
(Carrcassonnee goes back to her notes to check more)
Carr.:
That might work. A selection of works. Like [P-Twisters]. Pick out landmark works like the first synch to cover a whole movie, and the first 2 movie synch. Put the archive in a separate place, out of reach.
—–
bb:
I know who you are.
Carr.:
Yes, I am her.
bb:
When you married Perch, then you became her.
Carr.:
Yes (pause).
—–
It was an interesting visit with Carrcassonnee, per usual. Slowly I’m formulating a new plan regarding the protection of Carrcassess… her after all. Regarding Drink Lake, I asked about Straw Hole. She responded that the hole is not the whole[ town]. I asked her about the skunk. She said the skunk and Straw Hole are tied. She said to focus instead, for now, on Ditchlandia. Figure out what that’s all about. The TILE Temple is the lake, she said. We are all here to help you. Then it ended.
—–
The upper floor of the Red Umbrella is empty, just waiting around patiently for new collages. But now they might not come until the summer or autumn. Shoot, I forgot to ask Carr. about a visitor named Umbrellastar. I tracked him to Heterocera’s Pond District. Another spy?
Meditation Mound
Carr. Speak
Baker Bloch teleports down to the Red Umbrella. In looking over at this corner, he’s reminded he needs to ask Carrcassonnee about the UmbrellaStar fellow over in the Pond District who visited Collagesity the other day.
But upon checking in at the Temple, Baker finds Carrcassonnee busy with Hucka Doobie again. Yeah, he’s been inworld more lately. I’ll speak further about that a little later on.
Hucka Doobie notices Baker Bloch
—–
bb:
Carrcassonnee, they’ve taken away my classic view in WordPress. I don’t like.
Carr.:
Ahh, you’ll get use. (smile)
bb:
Thanks for the encouragement. How’s Hucka Doobie doing? He left suddenly when he saw me.
Carr.:
He’s asking important questions about SID’s 1st Oz, I know.
bb:
That’s another thing I want to ask about. Obviously I’m heading toward SID’s 1st Oz in the 6 part baker b.’s journey through the golden age of synching.
Carr.:
Good.
bb:
But I’m not sure yet that I can really focus in on SID.
Carr.:
No.
bb:
So I’m thinking about Uncle Meatwad instead.
Carr.:
Yes (!)
bb:
So that’s…
Carr.:
Yes.
—–
I figured Jesus knew all about sacrifices. “Jesus?”
Carr.:
Yes?
bb:
Not you Carr. Jesus.
Carr.:
I am all deities now in Collagesity. I am the Speaker. Capitalize that in the blog.
bb:
Alright, *Carr.*, let’s talk about sacrifice.
Carr.:
You do not know much about that[ yet].
bb:
I’m thinking of sacrificing Uncle…
Carr.:
Do it. Sacrifice. Jesus concurs as well.
bb:
Ramifications?
Carr.:
None.
—–
A little later on I found out that Hucka D. was diving deep into SID’s 1st Oz instead. Replacement.
Dam
“I’ve been called mad, Carrcassonnee. It was in jest, but… mad!”
Carr.:
HAR HAR HAR.
Boxy Brown:
Sasssyyy.
Carr. Talk
“Biker Jones is complaining about a splitting headache. Wonder why?”
Carr.:
Harr.
bb:
Carr., can Boxy Brown talk?
Carr.:
Boxy Brown talked to Meatwad. But no one else harrd. Heard.
bb:
But Jesus couldn’t talk directly to me.
Carr.:
Another attack is coming. From the outside. 94.38 percent of America is male crazy.
bb:
I’m a feminine male.
Carr.:
Yeah. That’s what I call you.
bb:
Oh yeah. Forgot you were… forgot who you were as well or on… er.
Carr.:
That’s okay. We’ll talk more tomorrow.
bb:
I’ve got a couple more questions. Hucka D. hasn’t really been around since he started to incarnate in This Second Life a couple of weeks back.
Carr.:
You must come permanently here. Like he has. You must become the resident artist. You were thinking about this today. I know because I am you[ as well]. I am all. Here. Harr.
bb:
Will Hucka D. return as the prominent blog spirit?
Carr.:
He’s out in Frogtown right now. Getting me some tea. Then we plan to drive over to Liar’s Leap. Stories you know: we’re good at them.
bb:
But this is a nodal point. Let me look that up… nodal point.
—–
“I give you gold and you call it lead.”
Model T-Ford:
You are insane. Like an exercise machine.
—–
bb:
Carr., the new invader — it’s not connected to Model T-Ford? He comes in every color except black.
Carr.:
A rainbow is a color except black.
bb:
Well, who *is* the new invader, this new overmasculinized outside thing? A tank again? From Norubi?
Carr. (counting):
Well. We’ve had, um, Perch. Sorry… Shadow. That’s Perch’s cousin. I’m Perch now of course. So that solved that. Then the tank from Norubi. Now I’ve had a talk with the turtle who was actually responsible for the forest illusion and he’s apologized to me personally and I take that for a whole town. Who’s Perch?
bb:
Er, you are.
Carr.:
Correct. Just checking. Now back to the counting… So that’s 2. Then there was Carrcassonnee. Oh wait, that’s me. Tee hee. So mark that one off. Carrcassonnee didn’t invade Collagesity.
bb (flatly):
No.
Carr.:
Boxy Brown. Hey Boxy Brown? Did you invade Collagesity? (pause) Boxy can’t answer yes or no. See, you did imagine it.
bb:
I’m starting to think you’re the mad one.
Carr.:
No. Projection. That’s Kerch. Kerchal to you. Wrong forest.
bb:
You are saying this other virtual forest is mad and not your — our forest.
Carr.:
Correct.
—-
bb:
Carr., can you separate into the two parts you formerly were?
Carr.:
That’s enough [talk] for tonight.
Temple Tales
*Aqua*rius. Good one.
Knowledge is poison.
Boxed in (but not insane).
Always thinking, always pondering.
Jesus…
… and friend.
Book of tales, book of stories. Story Room.
Tell book tell!
Forgotten Edward.
God Like Spaghetti.
“I had that dream again, Hucka D. Skillet, as a bomb, came into the temple and blew it up good. Real good. Hucka D.?”
Treaty Time
I didn’t know dieties could go on trips but that’s what Carrcassonnee plans to do. She’s heading to Alice to negotiate a treaty with Kerchal, as she put it. The Bobs are in charge of the town in her absence. Personally I decided I needed to find where Hucka Doobie was inworld. But was that possible?
I wasn’t sure I liked Carrcassonnee leaving. I felt it was something more permanent than she was letting on. She seemed mad the last time I talked to her. And I don’t mean angry. Does she realize it’s close to the end?
Is this it for Collagesity? I can’t go that far, I don’t think. I’m inside the early limit of hiking season. Should be a nice Saturday for exploring. Drink Lake will most likely be a destination again. Billfork maybe. Meeting Rock. Hermania. Jonesboro. New Hope. More.
She turned purple…
… then was gone.
We turn to Bobs now?
Beginning of the Reign of BOB?
Who *will* reign?
Square. 
But it might be a specific square. Yellow is the color of land for sale on the Second Life map. A 1024 is a popular plot, of 32×32 meter dimensions. Studying…..
Artie J. Spongeberg
A new resident will soon show up in Collagesity. I seem to have a fixed name already: Artie J. Spongeberg. Not Spongenberg, I don’t think. But not Spongberg either. The J stands for Choke Joke. Or a parody. He will be a composer, but has forgotten what he created so far. The compositions, when and if they come, should be real enough. A side benefit is the improvisations, which will also happen hand in hand most likely. Artie will always compose “within the square”. He’ll take a while to develop. An obvious influence is Arnold Schoenberg with his famous 12 tone method. Spongeberg will have a somewhat similar set of rules.
Actual background: Up until even my late 30’s I, baker b., saw myself primarily as a composer. I do not notate or read music. I composed strictly by ear, in both rock and classical genres. My hands remember the pieces and tunes. When I was a freshman in college I started listening to a lot of atonal music, like Schoenberg, like Ives, like Bartok. But mainly, at first, Schoenberg and his famous pupils Webern and Berg. I was also breaking from my tonal past. This also represented a relative dark period in my life, thankfully quite short — a period of about a 1/2 year at best. Afterwards I returned to my naturally sunny self. It was the damned atonal crud affecting me, you see. Or the 12 tone stuff to be more specific. One of the ways I worked through it was to incorporate and transform for easier digestion. Thus was born the CHRO system, which never really circled back to a composing system as I originally intended. It didn’t become a pseudo-replacement for Schoenberg’s 12 tone system. It had a life of its own instead, and also made a bridge between music and art. So for about 1 1/2 years I worked on this system, watching it develop and dimensionalize, and, independent of this, kept creating music by ear in the limited style I was trapped in. This composing style perhaps culminated in what I termed the Antimatter Sonata, which my hands do not remember. Parallel to all this I also began improvising a type of post-atonal classical music with heavier rhythmic disruptions. My goal here seemed to be to leap frog the limitation by partially channeling a future, more fulfilled and less limited composer, communing with the divine when possible. Sometimes it happened. Sometimes it was through a type of free form bird song, a la a Messiaen (just featured in a recent carrcass related post here). But the future composer wasn’t (isn’t) Messiaen. I’ve described him (her?) somewhere as an intelligent squirrel from the 25th Century. But anyways, back to the point, my inability to develop as a proper composer caused a fracture into 3 parts: continued composing by ear (which I’d been doing for about 7-8 years at that point), developing the CHRO system which was potentially an alternate way to compose and also write down music (didn’t happen), and then the improvising.
Later on in my late 30s I returned to composing after about a 10 year gap. The CHRO system had long ago ripened into a tree of latent yet unfulfilled possibilities. Improvisations also resurfaced at this time. This rock-classical style I had developed reached a nature conclusion. Looking back, I am satisfied with this tying up. I have not composed since, and that’s been about 15 years back now. I think it could be time to return to music, however, using a different slant. Parody. Artie J. Spongeberg could be an exciting, new way back in. And the CHRO system is still there, unpotentialized. Perhaps the hands can be retrained. Oh… I forgot I can give links out to the improvisations (!). This is one that might be more accesible than some of the others. Keep in mind I am not a trained musician of any type at all. Here ’tis!
https://www.dropbox.com/s/wkav2ye2l33blxa/01%20Track%201.wma?dl=0
Artie J. Spongeberg is currently listening to…
Charles Chucky Bobuck’s Maxine/CB Suite…
http://www.residents.com/historical4/bobuck/page3/
… while half ironing shirts.
Artie J. Spongeberg enters Collagesity
Not exactly what I expected but here he is… for now.
He listens to Jim Tom’s tune about Collagesity and smiles internally. He’s ready for action.
He’s got a cool walk as well.
So here we are:
The reign begins.
Perhaps interesting…
Reading Chuck’s “book”. Cool!
http://crypticorp.com/cbobuck/page3/index.html
This stood out for now:
http://crypticorp.com/cbobuck/page3/page18/index.html
Roman cooked dinner last night and Randy entertained us with stories of life in LA. At one point we were laughing so hard that I [choked], curiously enough, on an artichoke.
Artie J. Spongeberg is currently listening to…
Karlheinz Stockhausen’s Sirius for trumpet, soprano, bass clarinet, bass & electronics. He may have to have a bit of a lie down afterwards.
Hucka D.’s return. Soon Carrcassonnee too.
[joined in progress]
wasn’t for him. We had a talk about it.
bb:
You and Spongeberg?
Hucka D.:
Yes. I agreed to come back. Spongeberg said he’s not ready yet.
bb:
But he’s here now. No going away once you’re here.
Hucka D. (somewhat sternly):
Where did you hear that?
bb:
Here?
Hucka D.:
So I… you go ahead.
bb:
No you.
Hucka D.:
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?
bb:
Possibility I suppose. I would do it if I were a woman.
Hucka D.:
Doesn’t it look kind of nice and clean for a man?
bb:
Why in that place at this time?
Hucka D.:
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.
bb:
Is Spongeberg in the teepee?
Hucka D.:
Silly man. But: yes!
Deal
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…
“Fourth”
https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/09/03/update-03/
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
Chuck… Charlie. [Ear, huh?]
“How could I have missed this?!”
“No idea. But there’s Chuck again…”
“… and again.”
Artie saunters past the first directly related Whitehead Crossing collage. He’s getting deja vu.
“2989: This means something.”
“Hey that’s my *rock*.” Get it? Rock[ paper scissors].
“There’s that baker b. I’ve been warned about. He’ll show up I know. He won’t be able to stay away. Snoopy.”
Artie J. thinks the whole history of Whitehead Crossing is encompassed in this collage. Snoopy!
The 61st and last collage of the Falmouth series. 49×61 equals The Crossing itself. 2989.
He certainly recognizes this view (!)
Home, home again.
Fal Mouth Collage # 5
https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/02/06/good-grief/
Baker Bloch had to go back to this one for a closer look. Ear — obviously composing by ear. That’s the yellow fellow (see his legs). That’s baker b. Then the red dude is the CHRO system, split off from composition in ’77. I’ll explain this more later, but CHRO’s dominant or tonal color is red, like the Red [Sea?]. Baker Bloch remembers Close Encounters of the Third Kind from his user, and going home afterwards in a heightened state to start CHRO. A single row. R RO[ etc.]. Then the blue guy who may be Barely Singwright or perhaps Steptoe Butte himself: That’s the 3rd part, the improvisation (opposite of CHRO in that there is no control involved whatsoever on this one). So this is Story Room. And it’s me. Baker b. But it’s more now, because… of Spongeberg and his observations. He sees more now. I am Spongeberg? Not quite. 4th.
—–
“So Spongeberg just went into one of the Whitehead Crossing collages and didn’t come out. And that’s it for him?”
Hucka D.:
Yes. Goodbye Spongebob, er berg.
—–
But turned out he wasn’t gone by a long shot. Pineapple.
CHRO is red
https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/03/25/7777/
Maybe Baker can draw inspiration from Rubisea and the Blue Drake sim, which still contains many of the scenic elements he enjoyed while staying there in the past. This appears to include the entire Unnasty Branch he rented a cottage near in 2009 I believe, the lone feeder stream for the Rubisea body of water. Rubi-sea can translated to “Red Sea”, but also a red c, as in middle c on a piano.
Unnasty Branch waterfall
https://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/category/maebaleia-continent/rubisea-carcass-one/
Rubisea then discovered on the Maebaleia continent. Hucka D. claims it was original SL land, and where Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker were “born”, perhaps.*** Represents 1/12th or 1/13th of Blue Feather Sea which Crabwoo is situated upon (one corner anyway). Is original ur note of SL, the Red C or Red Sea, thus: Ruby Sea or Rubi Sea or Rubisea. Unexplored connections between Rubisea and the Rubi Forest. Has light (sunny) and dark (moon, werewolf) side. Represents anima and animus in ways, like Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker to me. Light half in Blue Drake sim, thus origin of story that Blue Drake is source of Blue Feather (Sea). Original note, again, which turns into the 12 notes [or 13; Baker’s Dozen] of the Blue Feather Sea. Feather is bigger than bird/duck in this manner.
The Blue Feather Sea *came from* Bluedrake. Drake is a duck is a bird. Feather from bird. But the feather is much larger than the bird in this case. 12-13 times as large along one side alone. What does this mean? Is it, perhaps, a RO of ones, then? 12 or 13? CHRO… BROOK… ROOK?
https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/artie-c-spongeberg/
When I was a freshman in college I started listening to a lot of atonal music, like Schoenberg, like Ives, like Bartok. But mainly, at first, Schoenberg and his famous pupils Webern and Berg. I was also breaking from my tonal past. This also represented a relative dark period in my life, thankfully quite short — a period of about a 1/2 year at best. Afterwards I returned to my naturally sunny self. It was the damned atonal crud affecting me, you see. Or the 12 tone stuff to be more specific. One of the ways I worked through it was to incorporate and transform for easier digestion. Thus was born the CHRO system, which never really circled back to a composing system as I originally intended. It didn’t become a pseudo-replacement for Schoenberg’s 12 tone system. It had a life of its own instead, and also made a bridge between music and art.
What caused Nasty Branch to become Unnasty, and Rubisea to turn from red/dirty to clear/clean?
Notes
Will have to make a decision on retaining Collagesity further into the spring in about a week. My guess is that the city will go away basically either then or around the first week of May, unless something spectacular happens concerning the forest, etc., in the meantime. After that I may retire from Second Life for about a month or 2, then return as a renter somewhere, maybe utilizing a square 4096 from Lama Estates like I did before. Another wildcard in this is the possibility of another collage series this summer, perhaps 10 more to add to the Red Umbrella gallery’s currently empty second floor. That might be incentive to keep Collagesity around through the summer, then. But I could certainly develop the Red Umbrella on rental land instead. It would take up no more than a 1024 by itself. But what of the giant Fal Mouth Moon, the Power Tower, and the Toxic Art galleries? What of downtown Collagesity with its temple, Kidd Tower, World of Collage gallery, diner, and more? The ability to fit an entire town *successfully* into a 8704 square meter parcel was a hard fought victory. Can I just give it up that easily? [Probably.]
What other developments might occur this summer outside a new collage series of perhaps 10 or even 20 collages? Well, there’s always carrcasses lingering around. The last carrcass was created in August of last year — not even taped yet (!). Collages and carrcasses represent my main artistic push these days. But I’ve also speculated about a return to music using the CHRO and also TILE systems.
I’ve been able to archive at least the tapes of postive carrcasses now — almost all of ’em. Now I must begin to work on the negative carrcasses, and that would mean burning new DVDs to create digital files. I have decided not to give links to any of the postive or negative carrcasses except to friends. The audiovisual synchs up to Tronesis — these are open game for now. I’ll also prepare a new tile table for them. So much more to work with even limiting myself to SID’s 1st Oz. It’s a pure golden synch after all — still unique in that way. I never created a full platinum synch (4orrin1) except as a master plan of separated tiles. And I haven’t figured out what a 4th level of audiovisual synching would be yet. My guess is that these new musical composition yearnings may be a pointer in that direction, however. Key still equals tiling and TILE, seemingly.
Artie J. Spongeberg may discover a TILE board in the basement of Fal Mouth Moon, for example. Will try to figure out what a game based on this board would be like.
Crow
I will be back in the keyboard playing world early next week with the purchase tonight of a Yamaha YPG-235. “‘Bought flipp’n time!” as IT Crowd’s Moss might exclaim. This time around I’m going to focus on CHRO, but I’m sure improvisations will come. And maybe even the composing by ear stuff again. But focus: CHRO.
Hucka D.:
CHRO is the answer to your last question on this blog concerning what made Nasty Branch unnasty and clean. CHRO took the red out of the stream and lake and made it it’s own.
—–
I think I have some pretty good virtual neighbors now across the forest. They seem to understand the importance of the woods in their own way as well.
Baker Bloch then finds Carrcassonnee back in Collagesity, but at the skybox. He tries to coax out an answer to why she’s there but she seems to have at least temporarily lost her voice.
Carr.:
No, I can speak. How’s Spongeberg doing? Has he been doing a good job[ taking care of the town] in my absence?
Baker Bloch:
Yes. He’s… well, he hasn’t really said much to me. He toured the Fal Mouth Moon the other day.
Carr.:
He went inside, didn’t he? He couldn’t resist.
Baker Bloch:
Yes, Hucka D. said he did. And I can’t find him anywhere today. So he could have gone inside… back to Whitehead Crossing.
Carr. (correcting):
No. *Forward* into Whitehead Crossing. Did you get the impression he was running backwards from real time?
Baker Bloch:
Um, yes. I think I know what you mean.
Carr.:
What of his stars? Red, green, yellow, blue… like TILE.
Baker Bloch:
Yes I suppose so, Carr. How’s your brain doing, your mind? Did you get everything straightened out with Kerchal? Did you effect the treaty?
Carr.:
Yes. Kerchal has agreed to buy the art in the Toxic Gallery, but no date was set for the actual transaction.
Baker Bloch:
And that’s part of the treaty?
Carr.:
Part of it.
Baker Bloch:
Funny you can talk now that the sun has come up. I couldn’t see your eye when I found you here at night.
Carr.:
I’m a sunny girl, what can I say.
Baker Bloch:
Well, what are you doing hiding up here?
Carr.:
I’m 7 now, like Oklahoma. Dark Side of the Moon.
Baker Bloch:
Birthday?
Carr. (quickly):
Yeah.
Baker Bloch:
Well happy birthday (!)
Carr.:
7. Not 6 plus 1 any more. Perch and I are married. We went on our honeymoon to Kerchal.
Baker Bloch:
The forest.
Carr.:
We stayed with Alice.
Baker Bloch:
The smaller forest…
Carr.:
Yes. I had a baby while there.
Baker Bloch:
Really? A mental baby?
Carr.:
No, a real one. A virtually real one. I call it Crow. Would you like to see a picture of it?
Baker Bloch:
Sure.
Baker Bloch:
So Crow is a keyboard. The keyboard baker b. just bought.
Carr.:
Yes. Wrapped in swaddling clothes. Program the little baby. Make it your own baby[ too].
Baker Bloch:
Are you going to come back down to the temple? What about your color? You’re red now (!).
Carr.:
No, that will fade. Like genes Gene.
Baker Bloch:
We need you down there.
Carr.:
What about Spongeberg? You might be happy with him[ as town deity] instead.
Baker Bloch:
No, I think it has to be you. If you’re truly alright now. Maybe having that baby did you a lot of good.
Carr.:
Oh it did. I’m more mature now.
Baker Bloch:
Well good. Where is your baby now?
Carr.:
Canada.
Carr. Returns
Carr.:
I only came back to tell you that the city should probably be destroyed. The Temple is unsafe now. I must leave to go back to the skybox.
bb (through Baker Bloch):
That’s it for Collagesity? Just like that? What does Spongeberg say?
Carr.:
Why don’t you ask him.
Spongeberg (in the air around them):
I can’t speak.
bb:
Well tell me a plan, Carr.
Carr.:
You must remember who I am and what I did here. I will return. I am you.
bb:
So Norubi is a concept that must end now. Collagesity as well.
Carr.:
The Red Umbrella will continue. Everything else can go[ for now]. Yes, Collagesity has made its run. (pause)
bb:
Sunklands. I must focus on Sunklands.
Thoughts
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)…
https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/04/30/new-whitehead-x-ing-map/
… 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.
Now I know what’s behind the Red Door.
Sunklands 
