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Don go ba October 23, 2011

Filed under: Mythopolis (rl city),NORRIS,Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 7:23 am

“Don’t think the name will stick, but Dongoba seems to be what I was looking for, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

Along with Tinsity, yes. Fulfillment. Wheeler to Wilson situation deal-i-o, as you put it.

bb:

Michael Too is really gone?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Wheeler to Wilson, now.

bb:

I don’t believe I’m into the Richard Mitchell material. I’m not a grammar policeman.

Hucka D.:

No. No need to be within certain latitudes.

bb:

Obviously you’re going to help me with this Wheeler to Wilson situation.

Hucka D.:

Yes! Stream.

bb:

The rock temples all seem to be connected to that stream, particularly the very head of the stream. Again, not sure it will be called Dongoba…

Hucka D.:

No. Rock Vile. Vile is there is all.

bb:

Vile being “Wheeler” in this case.

Hucka D.:

Yes. You can turn that into Love. Tinsity. Wallace3. Beyond Michael Too. You know the secret now.

bb:

Without Tinsity I’d have trouble with this.

Hucka D.:

You couldn’t be a proper Wilson to his Wheeler.

bb:

Does *he* understand this?

Hucka D.:

In a way. We’ll help as well[ with him].

bb:

It will help me, it will help him.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Both ways working. Wheeler and Wilson and Wilson and Wheeler one in all and all in one.

bb:

Wheeler is Too.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

Wilson is 3, then.

Hucka D.:

Yes. What are you going to do? How to make the link to create a Wilson-Wheeler situation. Tinsity is obviously involved. How, I mean, meow. No, how?

bb:

Well, the theory right now is that the stream spoke to Michael Too.

Hucka D.:

Why don’t you just call him Wheeler. The Wheeler.

bb:

That his last name?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Wheeler. Go ahead…

bb:

So — *Wheeler* knew the stream was important and that it spoke to him. He built the temples in honor of this made connection.

Hucka D.:

A connection you must further now, Wilson.

bb:

I will fail. No, I will succeed. (pause) Hucka D.?

Dongoba:

Wheeler. Where?

bb:

Dunno, Dongoba. Hi to you. Greetings. Welcome to the Baker Blinker Blog.

Dongoba:

Thank. You. Where is Wheeler?

bb:

I don’t know, Dongoba.

Dongoba:

Where is Wilson?

bb:

I believe I am Wilson if Michael Too is Wheeler, Dongoba.

Dongoba:

Don. Go. Ba. What does that mean?

bb:

It’s a silly play on words. I don’t think it will stick, as I was telling Hucka D. Do you know Hucka D.?

Dongoba:

Play?

bb:

It has to do with an REM song.. a song, a musical song by an American group known as the REMs, also known, silly me, as REM.

Hucka D.:

You better tell him which one.

bb:

It’s “Rockville” or “Don’t Go Back to Rockville.” Let me check… (pause). Yeah, strangely perhaps it’s either one.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%28Don%27t_Go_Back_To%29_Rockville

Dongoba:

I am a Rock Ville. I have a Rock Ville. At the head. At the mouth: Something different. In-between: Something different again.

bb:

Yes, I know about the Rock Ville. Dongoba is a play on words… never mind. That’s not your real name anyway, is it?

Dongoba?: Dongoba?

bb:

Yes.

Dongoba?: No. (pause)

bb:

Yes?

Dongoba Not:

No. (pause again)

bb:

Can you tell it to me tonight? Hucka D. and me?

Dongoba Not:

It’s not Dongoba Not.

bb:

Oh.

Dongoba Not Not:

Or that.

bb:

Can you tell us, then?

Dongoba Not Not Not:

I can say it is Vile and not Love.

Hucka D. (still listening in):

Not yet, anyhow.

DNNN:

Too much damage. Had to go away.

bb:

Wheeler, you mean.

DNNN:

Yes, we will call him Wheeler. I see that. You are Wheeler2.

bb:

I am Wilson using Hucka-speak.

DNNN:

You are a jokester, a trickster. That might be good for Vile.

bb:

I think it can. But I have to watch out for the silliness getting out of hand, out of control. That’s *my* weakness.

DNNN:

Unfocused. But Wallace3 is helping.

bb:

You know of Wallace3?

DNNN:

I am picking it up in your mind. Truthfully I am not sure what it means. This Tinsity, this Wallace3. Something beyond Wheeler as well?

bb:

Not…

DNNN:

And these 2 bodies of water, Wheeler and Wilson. At Wilson is Brick… Ford City. Maybe with a “u” in it and not like the car maker [or: Fourd].

bb:

A way to put it, [DNNN,] is that Wilson Dam is a dam made of yellow bricks. Tons of bricks. Magical bricks. It’s a, um, memory pool.

Hucka D.:

We better start wrapping this up. You better get a name, baker b.

bb:

So do you have a name for us tonight?

Dongoba:

Dongoba is fine as I am thinking the matter further. I will try not to be a Grammar Policeman. Police of Man. Strange mind you have.

bb:

It’s the synchs. Map synchs, and others. Makes me seem to think sideways at times.

Dongoba:

You must think sideways at times more.

bb:

I’m trying.

Dongoba:

I will help. Put a microphone at my head and see if you can hear me that way as well.

bb:

Are you TILE Creek? Can you see that in *my* head?

Dongoba:

I see a table and a man’s head sticking through it. I get the impression he is a Red Squirt of 7. No, 2. 7 or 2.

bb:

That’s pretty good.

Hucka D.:

Wrap.

Dongoba:

I wish to talk more. It is a connection made that has not been made before. I see Wheeler before and Wilson after. I see me between the two. Yes, I am NORRIS.

Hucka D.:

Goodnight NORRIS, we will speak soon.

NORRIS:

Thank you.

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Dongoba, 03

Filed under: Herman/Frank Parks (rl parks),NORRIS — baker Blinker @ 6:36 am

As stated before, there is a very curious mix of placed and natural stones in the immediate Dongoba area. The shot below combines two prominent ones: the largest of the Michael Too temples (background) and a flat, upright stone perhaps 1/2 to 2/3rds the height of the temple (foreground).

Another Michael Too rock piling, this time seeming to act as a dam on NORRIS, and positioned not far from the largest stone temple pictured above.

Another curious terrain effect on NORRIS a little below the dam.

Details of same.

Looking further downstream. It’s a bit of a miniature gorge through this region, with steep banks on either side.

Another Michael Too mini-temple in this same region. We’re fairly far from the main Dongoba complex of temples now, maybe about 100 feet or so.

2 identical pink balloons either fell in almost the same place from the sky or were placed here by Michael Too, in my guessing. Not far from the large temple at all now, maybe 20 feet or so.

Shot of the first, discovered rock piling again.

Natural rock at the base of a tree beside it.

With the next series of real life exploration posts, we’ll move downstream to cover the NORRIS stream as a whole, which is about 1/4th of a mile long from head (Dongoba) to mouth (Stype).

 

Dongoba, 02

Filed under: Herman/Frank Parks (rl parks),NORRIS,Toy Avatars — baker Blinker @ 6:31 am

Stone obviously placed on purpose just above the very tip top of Dongoba Brook, its head in other words. Headstone, then?

A large rock on the ground most likely *not* placed on purpose in this location, but instead a “native”. But still mysterious seeming. Very mysterious; perhaps I’ll have more theories about the interaction of native and imported Dongoba rocks coming up (!)

Even the live vegetation seems odd here, like this birch tree whose exposed roots appear more like walls…

… and this moss-rock melding I’ve named Mosshead, because it simply looks like you’ve buried a life size version of my toy mossman (famous for his role in Salad Bar Jack movies in this blog) up to his eyebrows. Queer effect if you think of it in that way.

So now we’ve moved back into the temple complex proper. This particular one pictured below is the furthest upstream, in a seep area representing the very head of Dongoba Brook. I quickly noticed that all but one of the larger rock pilings is right next to this stream, sometimes even within it in part. Must mean something, I theorize.

This stone temple consists of maybe 9 rocks, all of vastly varying sizes and shapes, in contrast to the 4-stone stack nearby. I’ll have to create better photos of all these temples soon. Perhaps in the coming weekend, which should be another nice one.

I’m also unsure if part of this particular stack hasn’t collapsed a bit.

Another “temple”, with about the same amount of rocks as the one just talked about (9 or 10), but with a more brick-like stacking process involved. I plan to name all of these temples as well. As you can tell from the photo below, the water of Dongoba Brook actually laps up against this one.

And sitting not 10 feet from it, in the interior of the same rhododendron cluster, is the monster temple of the bunch. Like I said, there must be 50 or so rocks making up this one, mostly white varieties again.

Close up of the “big temple”.

Overhead shot of the smaller temple near it. You can enlarge all of these pictures by clicking them to get a closer look.

Dongoba, 03!

 

Dongoba, 01

Filed under: Allen Knob,Herman/Frank Parks (rl parks),NORRIS — baker Blinker @ 6:23 am

So now we come to what surely will be the biggest find of the fall hiking season, codenamed “Dongoba” for now. The silly origin of this name is a abridged form of the title of a REM song: “Don‘t Go Back to Rockville”. Dongoba is sort of a town of rocks, see — well, never mind, I’ll probably change it soon enough anyways. 🙂

It all started innocently enough, as do many startling discoveries I suppose. I decided to get away from Wealthy Mtn. for a new hike, for a change, and while walking up a familiar trail in neighboring Frank Park, saw what appeared to be a faint path heading off to the left that I hadn’t noticed before. It continued for about 100-150 feet — again this was a trace path, barely noticeable — until I encountered what can only be described as a rock sculpture or rock art pictured below: 4 fairly large stones stacked on top of each other in a seemingly meaningful and aesthetically articulate way.

This was certainly surprising, but what I found within the shading rhododendron just beyond was plain breath taking: two more rock stackings, the largest containing probably *50* rocks or more, according to my guesstimation. My phrase of choice for all of these stone art pieces, presently, is “rock temple”, which especially seems to apply to the 50 rock version, the largest within what I define as Dongoba, centered around the head of a small stream or brook. But there are at least *6* separate stacks of 4 or more rocks in this defined area, as well as a few others downstream on this brook I’m presently also calling Dongoba, but might also be named NORRIS per more recent blog posts. I’ll attempt to get clarification from Hucka Doobie (and Dongoba itself!) on that asap.

Trees of Dongoba.

Mysterious humps or mounds also are found in the location.

Another rock obviously stacked on purpose atop a moss covered, dead limb. There are a number of isolated rock stackings like this at Dongoba, also.

Perhaps these sticks, as well, have been intertwined with each other by human or humanoid hands.

Before examining the largest of the rock temples in further detail, I decided to head up the ridge in search for more such stackings. To my pleasure, the woods remained open and easily hikable all the way to the top of the ridge separating Dongoba from the now familiar blog place of Whitehead’s Crossing. At the flattest spot on this ridge sourly exists the thickly pined Woods of Howl, and even a crisp, sunny day such as this cannot totally dispel its haunted, twisted essence. No way would I dare tread this small wood at night, or even in or near twilight.

Briefly contemplating a descent toward Whitehead Crossing instead of back down where I came from, I choose the latter, my thrist for knowledge about the Dongoba temples gnawingly unquenched.

As I descended, I took more pictures of what could be purposely stacked limbs to complement the stacked rocks of the area. I’ll have to think about that possible aspect further.

Curious patterns on a fallen tree limb. Meaningful as well?

Using trick photography, Dongoba lichen and moss covered rocks enlarge to become an unearthly forest of their own. More magic of the place?

Dongoba, 02!