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Adults and Kids. March 30, 2011

Filed under: Carrcass-0,Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 5:41 am

“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].

 

Parties. March 28, 2011

Filed under: Allen Knob,Jeogeot Continent,Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 9:11 am

“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.

 

Ideas. March 27, 2011

Filed under: Hucka D.,Sapphire,Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 11:38 am

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.

 

Pietmond Progress, 02

Filed under: Otaki Gorge,Pietmond,Pietown (rl town) — baker Blinker @ 10:43 am

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.

 

In and out March 25, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 7:54 am

“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 March 23, 2011

Filed under: Otaki Gorge,Pietmond,Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 8:47 am

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.

 

The Marriage March 21, 2011

Filed under: Fox Brook/Gnirps,Herman/Frank Parks (rl parks),Toy Avatars — baker Blinker @ 2:30 am

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.”

 

More decisions… March 20, 2011

Filed under: Jeogeot Chilbo,Norum,Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 6:35 am

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.

 

Gnirps March 19, 2011

Filed under: Fox Brook/Gnirps,Herman/Frank Parks (rl parks) — baker Blinker @ 10:53 pm

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.

 

Whitehead Crossing, 02

Filed under: Herman/Frank Parks (rl parks),Toy Avatars,Whitehead Crossing — baker Blinker @ 10:47 pm

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.