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Mapping RL-SL resonances ( Work In Progress) May 20, 2008

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Exploring within this time

Filed under: collage 10x10,Edwardston Station Gallery — baker Blinker @ 7:48 am
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So Hucka D. went to his laptop in his little room underneath what Blinks called the viewing room tonight and googled everything he could on [delete name]. “No, not that one,” he says. “That’s the wrong one. Hmmmm… or is it. No, let’s not go there just yet.” Hucka D. scanned and scanned and scanned, and not one hit on the right [delete name] did he find. “Well,” he says, “let’s add keyword ‘synchronicity’. Surely that’ll bring it up.” But to his surprise it didn’t, at least immediately. Finally, 5 pages into the search results he found a hit. “Yes, ok, I’m going to find out something now. Floydada, eh?” So he read a bit, became confused, read more and became more confused. “There is mention of Zappa’s [delete name] but not in the context of Kansas City Life. Another synchronicity: [delete name],” Hucka says to himself. “I must ask Baker Bloch about that. Could I be reading that right?” Hucka reads on. “Must also ask him about ‘centers’ of these works.” He continues: “Again here I read that [delete name] is the first synchronicity of two movies, not Kansas City Life. But with the same center, apparently.” He keeps reading. “1973 as a key year, ” he mutters. “What is Berlin?” he wonders. “I must go to that temple soon. Also back to Veachland, as I’m calling it now. Rivals… olive branch? Must be Reed and Zappa. ” Hucka reads more. “Hmmm, what’s the Paradox work? Link is dead. Let’s put it in the Internet Archive, though. Alright… last updated in Spring, 2005. Oh, some posts on TILE!” Hucka D. wondered who Simon was who baker b. was addressing here. “Ok, I’m going to print this out to read.” Unfortunately for Hucka posts 2 and 3 of the 3 part series weren’t available in this Archive. So he decided to switch back to Floydada. He wondered also what [delete name] was which kept being mentioned. He was getting tired — he decided that he’d ask about this [delete name] to Baker Bloch for a start as soon as he had the chance.

*****

Hucka D:

Oh hi Mr Bloch. I’m glad I ran into you. What is [delete name]?

(This is what Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker feared. That Hucka would do research and become curiouser and curiouser.)

Baker Bloch:

That is the name of a synchronicity, like Dark Side of the Rainbow or Kansas City Life.

Hucka D.:

Is it yours?

Baker Bloch:

Well, you mean Blinks and mine. We helped, admittedly. We are [Synchers of Floyd].

Hucka D.:

What is Greenup?

Baker Bloch:

Well Hucka, it is several things. Like Hidalgo, for instance.

Hucka D.:

You mean Hidalgo is several things like Greenup.

Baker Bloch:

Yeah, it’s a collage series on the top. With all the aspects of the keyword combined to form — an archetype.

Hucka D.:

What’s this got to do with [delete name]?

Baker Bloch (breathes out):

Do you know about the Council of 9 yet Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

No, I don’t believe so.

Baker Bloch:

According to another collage, the Council of 9 decide to become the Council of 1 instead of the Council of 8. This means that they decide not to kick the least member of their team out but instead *become* this least. This is like making a mountain back out of a mole hill. This is like Pluto, the least planet, becoming the only planet and most important. It’s kind of like AI1 becoming the focus of my entire world here. When you limit yourself in this way, it seems strange to those on the outside but it actually makes you more real, more concrete. That’s why that decision was made.

Hucka D.:

Where did this council exist?

Baker Bloch:

They still exist on a mountain in England. Seathwaite Fell.

Hucka D.:

Can we go there?

Baker Bloch:

That would be hard. We’d have to get back to the real world first. I know we did this once…

Hucka D.:

Lemon World. What actually happened there?

Baker Bloch:

I’m glad that got brought up. Baker Blinker is preparing a surprise for you, Hucka, in the sky. The Skybox.

Hucka D.:

Really? What surprise?

Baker Bloch:

It’s to help you remember.

Hucka D.:

The Blinkerton memories?

Baker Bloch:

Yeah, but also more now. This is knowledge we need.

Hucka D.:

Tell me more about this council. This council on this mountain.

Baker Bloch:

I’m — I mean Blinks and I — are still studying the matter. The council attempted to recreate the entirety of the Lake District on this one mountain, or what they call a fell there. The center was one small tarn simply called Seathwaite Tarn. Everything circled around this small pool.

Hucka D.:

Kind of like my pool where the red, green, and blue spheres were found.

Baker Bloch:

Maybe there’s a connection. The tarn in England is a little larger, but not by much.

Hucka D.:

What happened to the other 8 if the 9 decide to become 1?

Baker Bloch:

They become invisible for all intents and purposes.

Hucka D.:

Did they die?

Baker Bloch:

Kind of, but not really.

Hucka D.:

So when this council just becomes the one… and things were blocked or hidden or made invisible… hey, what just happened?

Baker Bloch:

It looked like you were fading out. Becoming invisible yourself!

Hucka D.:

What does that mean?

(to be continued)

 

Family Meeting Again, Truths revealed

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“Thank you for meeting with me Baker Blinker, even though we’re really not in Second Life.”

Baker Blinker:

I am.

Baker Bloch:

Oh, so you are, or were/are/will be. Hold on.

Baker Bloch (now in the present moment):

Thank you for locking me in. When I’m sitting here in our — what would you call this? — *viewing* room, I like to move my draw distance out from 128 to 256 meters, since I’m not moving around.

Baker Bloch:

You are some beautiful avatar. Ahem, sorry.

Baker Blinker:

Thank you anyway. (pause) I’m sorry we had to get rid of Master Shake… I miss him. I mean, I miss his likeness. (pause) So we should talk about Hucka.

Baker Bloch:

Yes, Hucka. I think he’s on to us.

Baker Blinker:

Perhaps we should just tell him that Charles Nelson Blinkerton doesn’t exist. Woops, I guess I just made this post private, to shield it from Hucka’s little eyes.

Baker Bloch:

Not so little, believe me, when they’re staring right at you. He’s not that small. He’s a pretty big bee.

Baker Blinker:

Still small compared to us. So a decision may be: do we tell him or don’t we tell him.

Baker Bloch:

He’s eventually going to find out. Let’s go ahead and bring him in if you’re ok with this.

Baker Blinker:

Alright.

*****

Baker Bloch:

Hucka D., ahem, Hucka, we, Blinks and I, have something to tell me.

Hucka D.:

That Charles Nelson Blinkerton isn’t real? (pause) I’ve guessed that for a while sir.

(Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker exchanged quite surprised looks).

Baker Blinker:

How did you guess?

Hucka D.:

Well, to tell you the truth I wasn’t *totally* sure about it until right now, but I simply didn’t seem to have the capacity to remember anything in depth. There was no real emotional coloring to — those memories. It was like I was looking at them on a screen, or, better, I was attempting to script the whole thing. It was my play but I could put anything on the screen.

Baker Blinker:

But there *were* “memories”.

Hucka D.:

Vague ones. I found myself surprised to be so interested in Baker Bloch’s — and your — creations such as SID’s 1st Oz. I found myself with sharper memories of that than, say, Red Squirt 7.

Baker Blinker:

We’d still like to know about that work, believe me.

Hucka D.:

But it’s not real. SID’s 1st Oz is real.

Baker Bloch:

That’s why we decided to go ahead and tell you. Even though you’d already guessed.

Hucka D.:

So what now?

Baker Blinker:

Even though the memories are not exactly real…

Hucka D.:

No.

Baker Blinker:

…there is certainly a certain truth to them… in an abstract way.

Hucka D.:

Are you asking me to keep pretending?

Baker Blinker:

Well (looks at Blochs, who seems to also be at a loss for words)… I can’t tell you to do anything. We can’t.

Hucka D.:

What are the advantages to the family if I keep on pretending? Acting?

Baker Bloch (after a pause):

We gain knowledge. Knowledge of the whole. Knowledge of who we are.

Hucka D.:

What are the alternatives? I mean I can just stop pretending — which I’m fully inclined to do right now since the cat’s out of the bag that I know —

Tell you what guys, you tell me who [delete name] is and I’ll keep on trying to manufacture those memories. I can keep doing it.

(Baker Blinker and Baker Bloch exchange looks again).

Hucka D.:

My apologies to you Ms. Blinker but if we’re going to be honest with each other, be a real family here, I have to know that crucial bit.

(So Baker Blinker and Baker Bloch told Hucka D. who [delete name] was. We’ll delete this part and move 15 minutes forward in time.)

Hucka D.:

Did they find remains in this gorge?

Baker Bloch:

No. They won’t

Hucka D.:

What, then, is the difference between [delete name] and Charles Nelson Blinkerton I must ask? Both aren’t real.

(Blochs and Blinks look at each other again)

Baker Blinker:

He’s real.

Hucka D.:

How? I don’t see the difference.

Baker Blinker:

There’s one, though.

Hucka D.:

What? (pause; Blochs and Blinks don’t answer immediately). What?? (Then it dawns on Hucka D.) Oh… I see. The *works* are real.

Baker Bloch:

Yes. The works make the man in this case.

*****

Hucka D.:

So wait a minute. Don’t end this post yet. So he’s *blocking* you and Baker Blinker?

Baker Bloch:

Ummmm… not so much blocking as limiting… us. But in doing so he makes us more real, more concrete. We are who we are because of him.

Hucka D.:

So all these things — [delete name] [delete name] [delete name] — I can’t say because he says not to.

Baker Bloch:

Kind of.

Baker Blinker:

Yeah, sort of Hucka D. We are controlled by what he was/is/will be to a large extent.

*****

Hucka D.:

Wait! Don’t go. I’m still here all the time. Unlike you guys, who log in and log out and are gone mostly. How come?

Baker Blinker:

That’s not really true Hucka. You blink in and out as well. We just *pretent* that you’re here all the time.

Hucka D.:

Oh. But I *am* here all the time.

Baker Bloch:

No, you just think you are.

Hucka D.:

No, I *am*.

Baker Blinker:

Maybe we should continue this another night Hucka D. We’ve peeled back a lot of layers already tonight. You know for sure now that CNB is not real. You know that [delete name] *appears* to not be real but really is.

Baker Bloch:

Kind of.

Baker Blinker:

Well, no Baker Bloch. No kind of to it.

(to be continued)