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Chat… July 28, 2009

“Hucka D., I want to go back to this post from June which seems to summarize the story of Karoz in Jeogeot and perhaps Maebaleia as well. There’s so many references to “blue feather” and “blue cube” and blue in general — along with other things — in Maebaleia that I think it’s now indisputable that a… well, what do you think?”

Hucka D.:

What about the Bluecube gallery also being on that continent? You must return there as well. Also Blue Strawberry gallery, the gallery closest to what you call the Blue Feather Sea, although no one else save you calls it this… yet. And the Blue Strawberry has replaced your need to place a Blue Feather Gallery near or on its shores. Instead you can focus on Bluedrake now. What do *you* think, baker b.?

bb:

I think Bluedrake is where it all starts. The Blue Feather comes from Bluedrake. It is a manifestation of, um, the positive side of Rubisea that halfway lies within the Bluedrake sim. The other half is the moon, dark. Werewolves… Lycanthrope. The Bluedrake half is the sunny side. Gold, sun. Together they form the rebis, which may be the same as, well, The Bakers.

Hucka D.:

This is true enough. You better talk about The Depot.

bb:

Well, my thinking is that there was, or perhaps will be, a “depot” beside the Unnasty Branch that flows almost all the way across the Bluedrake sim, west to east. This depot resonates directly with the one that use to be in the River Arts District of Ashville, which somehow lost its “e” in this blog. The old rr depot of this district use to be right beside what was then known as Nasty Branch, because its color was often red or reddish. And I found this out *after* speculating that the Rubisea’s color was once red, perhaps of blood — which, I’ll remind you, an idea you poo pooed at the time…

Hucka D.:

Hey, I never said I was infullible.

bb:

Infallible, you mean. [Both smile.]

Anyway, I think the creeks are directly related now. Rubisea *use* to be red — Unnasty Branch in Bluedrake use to be red and polluted. It’s the only stream entering Rubisea, at least presently. This is just like Nasty Branch in Ashville, next to the depot. So my reasoning is that there was a depot there as well. A depot to RL and not another town, though.

Hucka D.:

You could call it another town. But, yes, it’s a depot connecting SL and RL. There in Bluedrake. CV Rentals now extends that energy, and now protects the Unnasty Branch lying wholly in Bluedrake. And a motel as well, another rental, you see.

bb:

Hmmm… yeah.

Hucka D.:

They came from all over to this place, this new place that had just opened and the Lindens later only rediscovered or re-uncovered/ re-revealed. It is important that you write about this depot in your blog. But instead of Nasty Branch flowing into the French Broad River, it flows into the Rubisea — creates it, in effect. There’s only one stream entering this pool, as you stated. Many, many such tributaries empty their waters into the French Broad, in contrast. This is a focusing in on one important stream, then. Nasty Branch is one and the same in both realities. That’s a hinge.

bb:

But there’s also a direct relationship between the much larger Blue Feather Sea and Rubisea. Today I estimated that the former is about 12-13 times the length of the latter. But remove the size difference and they’re quite similarly shaped, as well as pointing in the same direction…

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Hucka D.:

The direction needs to be inverted and reversed to make it more distinct. That was the plan.

bb:

Alright, let’s check it out…

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Well, something to think about, anyways.

Hucka D.:

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?

bb:

I don’t want to go off on too much of a tangent, Hucka D. I know now that Maebaleia is obviously Earth, with its own Moon as well. Blue Earth — Blue Feather. Too many blues in one area to ignore. And we haven’t even mentioned the Limoncello gallery yet, a huge blimp. Too much like lemon or lime jello, perhaps. Gel.. Gelsomina.

Hucka D.:

You need to understand The Bill still. And find the true ruler of SL. It could be Arcadia Asylum. Probably not, but it’s a reasonable guess. A transformed AA. Her illumination.

bb:

I better log off. Thank you.

Hucka D.:

Thank you.

Plant:

I’ll be back!

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Random Thoughts. July 26, 2009

Filed under: Ashville (rl city),Hucka D. — baker Blinker @ 8:58 am

* I see this blog continuing for another year and a 1/2 or so then shifting to something else. 3 years is a good, long time to work on one project such as this. Maybe 5??

* I need to get back into the analysis of SID’s 1st Oz, if only for the Temple and the TILE g/p/r. I wonder if Hucka D. can help me with this instead of Booker T.??

* The Asheville River District is playing an increasing role in my blog mythology (mythologies?) Hucka D. has become plastic and 3 dimensional there in a central house, at least for 1 day. Karoz may be in this house mainly now as well. Plant claims he grew up there — have I mentioned that? Edna took pictures of it today when we revisited the district.

Plant’s claims that this is the house he grew up in is most interesting. There’s a Sternberg involved in the history of the River District. Just noting here; can’t find anything on the web about more details on this assoc., really.

*****

“Let’s bring in Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

Go inworld first.

bb:

Thank you.

 

Different BFG? July 23, 2009

Filed under: Ashville (rl city),Blue Feather Gallery owner,Hucka D.,Plant — baker Blinker @ 7:48 am

“Hey Mr. Plant… you a werewolf by chance?”

Hucka D.:

I’m back from the 3rd dimensional world. Interesting experience.

bb:

Hi Hucka D. Glad to see you back tonight.

Hucka D.:

Well, I might shift again. It’s fun to be plastic. Nice change.

bb:

How exactly does that work? I mean, I know that unpainted house is at the end of a road in the center of the art gallery district in Ashville.

Hucka D.:

Where’s the “e”? (smiles)

bb:

Oh, I think we also need to talk perhaps about Buie and the train wreck there during WWII. Amazing that I ran across mention of it in researching the Buie name and then the RL wife ran across same because her father mentioned that he had a cousin who was killed in the wreck. Lots of servicemen involved.

Hucka D.:

Phil. Philadelphia.

bb:

I think a twin to RS7 is coming up.

Hucka D.:

You need to ask about the Blue Feather Sea, then, once more.

bb:

[I’m] asking.

Hucka D.:

I may tell the story again in 3d — did you miss it? — but some of it here in 2d-land as well. You are correct — the lake [that is] half in Bluedrake is the original Blue Feather Sea. It has shrunk. The other, much larger sea that you have presently assigned that name has appropriated it, though, for the sake of the cube and the needed association with the Blue Earth. Cube and circle together — squaring the circle.

bb:

Like in my Temple of TILE now.

Hucka D.:

Like that, yes.

bb:

Why is it also half in Lycanthrope, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

It is the sun and moon together. Night and day. Sunny, Gold, and Silver. Lycanthrope is the werewolf, ruled by the full moon. But it is balanced by Bluedrake. The Blue Feather Sea, the one you named, is a warping of this original rebis perfection. Syd.

bb:

Interesting. Rebis has come up in this blog before, in reference to Kansas City Life, specifically the center of this older a/v synchroncity. (pause) It’s also mentioned in this post from Jan. in connection with the Baker Bloch-Baker Blinker, male/female rebis. Called a Grand Rebis there.


Hucka D.:

That still applies. You must work with that again soon.

bb:

But this is the post I was specifically thinking about.

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Kansas City Life — Second Life, if you will — represents the *Alpha* or original, first version of this virtual reality, when The Man was The Center. Lindenworld. Lime… Linden.

Hucka D.:

The Bluedrake Sea — that’s not the name but I’ll refer to it as that — is a symbol of this Alpha-state. Not a symbol as much as a bleedthrough. Blood… bleed. Drink Lake?

bb:

Was, I don’t know, the sea originally blood?

Hucka D.:

Um, no.

bb:

In KC Life, the center, filled by Centerville on the visual side…

Hucka D.:

Side.

bb:

Alright, the center is 2 minutes long exactly.

Hucka D.:

2 in 1. 4 in 1. Foreign One.

bb:

I’m gonna take a picture of that sea split between these two sims and insert it into this blog post before heading back to bed.

Hucka D.:

You do that. You need to ask about rebis a bit more.

bb:

I wonder if “Diamond” is involved too? The Bill? 3 lakes which are one lake through Diamond. The Diamonds. Gray Summit. Gray. *That’s* where the Blue Feather Gallery is?

Plant:

Call that number again. 123-456-7890.

bb:

Oh hello Plant. OK, I’ll call it. (bb calls number).

Woman on other end:

Blue Feather Gallery, how may I help you?

bb:

Yes, where are you located?

Woman:

Are you calling locally?

bb:

Well, I’m not really sure! I doubt it. Didn’t we speak last night as well?

Woman:

I don’t recall your voice, but I may just not recognize it. Did you place an order, then?

bb:

Yes. I bought a print called, er, what was it Plant?

Plant:

It was me as a child.

bb (to the woman on the phone):

I can’t recall the name. It had a boy running with a bottle or tube in his hand. In maybe 19th Century type clothes. Maybe 18th Century.

Woman:

Yes, I think I know the one. It’s by Burly Aspingers. He’s rather famous in the state, or at least in the tri-county area.

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(she was thinking of this one, which was the wrong picture)

bb:

So this is the woman from Gray, Maine?

Woman:

Missouri. And it’s Gray Summit. Did you talk to someone in Maine? I’m confused.

bb:

So am I. Listen, have you ever heard of The Diamonds restaurant?

Woman:

Yes. The building is still here. I use to eat there sometimes as a kid. It’s just west of here. We’re closer to the Shaw Arboretum.

bb:

Interesting. I’m going to send you a link of a collage I made using images from that area, Gray Summit in particular. They involve a walking stick insect on a screen. Do you have a lot of walking sticks in that area?

Woman:

Can’t recall any. Do you wish to place an order today? I don’t have a record of that print you mention, the Aspingers, being requested by anyone lately. Are you sure you remember correctly? I don’t mean to insult your memory of something so recent, but it’s odd… the two Grays.

bb (to Plant):

Do *you* know what’s going on?

Plant:

Yes.

bb:

The Bill?

Plant:

Two. Yes.

Woman:

Sir, are you still there?

bb:

Yes, I won’t bother you any longer. So you know nothing about a Blue Feather Gallery in Maine, in Gray there?

Woman:

No sir. Not at all. I’ll look it up, but we have no connection with that gallery that I know of. Interesting about the Grays, though. Probably a fairly common name for a town.

bb:

Fairly.

Woman:

Call me back if you decide to order that print.

bb:

I’ll do that. Thank you for your patience on this matter and sorry to bother you.

Plant:

I want the print.

bb:

We’ve already bought the print. From that other Blue Feather Gallery with apparently the doppleganger woman working for them. (to the woman again): Ma’am, what did you say your name was?

Woman:

I am part owner of the gallery. My name is [delete].

bb:

Thank you. I’ll get back to you on that print.

Woman:

Thanks for your inquiry. (she hangs up).

Hucka D.:

This is the girl.

(to be continued?)

 

Hucka 3d… July 21, 2009

Filed under: Ashville (rl city),Hucka D. — baker Blinker @ 5:49 pm

EXCERPT FROM WINESAP:

“We must prepare for a general pullout Sgt. Peeper. Form the ranks and files of the greater and lesser!”

“Table,” I replied cooly, like a Sultan.

“Unvariably. Inevitably,” came the response. It was quick but not like a knife. He was quite charming, actually. He wore his hair sideways on his head and tossed it like a pony when miffed. Wait, that’s not…”

“Thought you might need some help with this,” Hucka D. said while walking in the backdoor again. “Sorry your SL friends are not panning out, really. There’s always Chilbo.”

“I was hoping you would bring some paint this time.”

“Like you would ever paint,” he responded dryly, looking around with his oh so goofy eyes. But he couldn’t annoy me. Not Hucka Doobie.

“Where’s the line of ash around this house? Haven’t been able to find it yet. But we do have the bridge.”

“…of Doom.” Hucka D. chuckles a bit. He takes a seat in the corner on an old pile of newspapers. “Listen, baker b., The B., we need to get back to ‘Beyond The Rubidoo’. You *do* remember that place?” His grin turned sideways in his round, yellow bee head below his goofy eyes. No, his head wasn’t completely round but also had a polygonal quality to it, although it was hard to make out exactly how many sides were involved. 12? 13? 16? Maybe a queer number like 13.

“What’s there, Hucka D.? Besides maybe a snake or two?”

“No snakes, baker b. Riches. Gold. Diamonds. Dig underneath that rich, fertile soil and you’ll find…” He doesn’t finish his sentence.

“Snake eggs?” I guess again. But Hucka D. remains unfazed.

Hucka D. gets up and moves to the opaque window, looking out to the north. The skyline of Ashville wasn’t visible from the house, although if it was that would be the direction to look.

“Where’s the E?” he then asks, pulling away from the window and sitting back down. He gets more comfortable by pulling off his Linden made Boy Next Door shoes and pulling his bee legs under his Boyd Next Door Linden trunk. Body of a human he has, and head and appendages of a bee. Queer look, but that’s what he decided to inhabit after his Earthly death as Charles Nelson… well, let’s just let Hucka D. tell his tale if he wishes. So I answered his question.

“It’s in both Healy and Noru now,” I said, referring to 2 names of sims in the Second Life game where I rented property.

“I forgot about Noru. I miss Cabron. I should have been allowed to stay there. Kind of pisses me off.” I’ve never seen Hucka D. truly mad, I don’t think, unless it was during one of his little spats witih Grassy the toy Mmmmmm avatar.

“Yeah, that’s a shame the property was reverted to the Lindens. I wonder if one of them is responsible for checking this blog every now and then, to see what The Bakers have found and make sure it’s coisure.”

“You mean ‘kosher’?” Hucka D. shoots back with a slight laugh. “Yes, it is a shame. It’s a shame for the people responsible. C.A.R.P. (he spells this out) The same people that are looking for that tube.”

“Zeppelin, I’m assuming.”

“Yes,” came the reply. “We’re waiting for Plant, after all. This is where I told him to show up.”

Well, I suppose it figures that Plant would show up here, since he keeps cropping up in all my chatty oriented blog posts lately, along with, of course, Hucka Doobie. But we haven’t been this physical and relatively well rounded before. Actual kind of plastic-type figures now, we are, as he put it earlier. I wonder what Plant would look like if and when he showed up.

“Must be about 10 til 12 or so. Huncky Dory World employees are getting in their cars.”

I was tempted to go over to the window to look at the filling cars with Hucka D. in the parking lot across the street from us, but resisted standing so close to the creature, now more real than ever. It’s one thing to talk to him abstractly, but another to stand right next to him in the relative real world. RL. Ah, what the heck. So I went and stood right beside him, seeing the last trickle of lunch goers leaving in their cars. And there was a smell attached as well! Pollen… haven’t smelled that since, well, I don’t know when. It wasn’t unpleasant. Smells, they say, touch something very deep inside of us on an emotional level. We remember smells longer than any other sense, they say… can’t remember who the ‘they’ is here, but I’m assume it’s something I learned in school, perhaps in a Health course. Just guessing on this, mind you.

“It’s interesting to be 3d,” said Hucka D. right next to me, still staring out the window. I had forgotten…” He trailed off again. Was… could it be he was crying? He turned his head away from me; headed toward the newspapers again. I decided to stay where I was. I needed a seat. Plastic, he had described it. I knew where that was coming from.

“Did I ever tell you the story of the Blue Feather Sea baker b.?” he asked from his now sitting position. “The real story?”

(to be continued?)

 

Chatty Chat… July 19, 2009

Filed under: Ashville (rl city),Hucka D.,Plant — baker Blinker @ 8:41 am

“Saturday night, Hucka D. We usually chat.”

Hucka D.:

Yes.

Plant:

I’m here too.

bb:

Hi Plant. Thank you both for being here. Should we continue the Sylver Forest discussion, then?

Hucka D.:

Blue Feather Sea. Plant?

Plant:

Hucka D. had this prepared for me to say. The Blue Feather Sea as a cube is the key. What does it open is the question. (snickers).

bb:

I see.

Plant:

In one way it is the Earth. But the Earth perhaps is painted pink and not blue, like August’s house in The Secret Life of Bees. Queen… Bee. She did it for May.

bb:

It was a good movie. Maybe not great but quite good. A weakness may be the whole thing about the child shooting her mother accidentally. In the book, as I understand, it was left more ambiguous.

Plant:

The painting of the house, though — perhaps with Sherwin Williams’ paint — is the key. A key. Blue — pink.

bb:

The house is a blue cube as well.

Plant:

Right. But it’s not. That was August’s choice but she sacrificed common sense for the love of a sister, who desired pink instead.

*****

bb:

Not much about The Secret Life of Bees in wikipedia yet, guys.

Hucka D.:

I was in the production.

bb:

I’d like to ignore that comment but I better not. How about Hurla Dontbee, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

You think I joke! I was the queen!

bb:

Queen Latifa was the real queen.

Hucka D.:

52 minutes into the film. I was there. I was fanning the queen, then. You can hear my distinct hum over the others if you know what to listen to.

Plant:

Zeppelin tube! (laughs)

bb:

Let’s return to the Blue Feather Sea, then. As a blue cube, like in the E exhibit currently running in the Healy gallery. The Bill has been mentioned in a couple of posts recently. Who or what are The Bill, Hucka D. or Plant?

Plant:

He lives in that Ashville house. Ash-ville.

Hucka D.:

That’s true enough.

Plant:

He is hidden away. Like Jacob. (pause) Ash.

Hucka D.:

He protects the cube. He pretends it is pink when it is really blue. Or visa versa.

bb:

There is a theory that the cube, blue, is the same as a coffin, or the realization that one has been killed.

Hucka D.:

Frank is helping.

bb:

Interesting that he and that group are entwined again in the new one.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Isn’t it.

Plant:

I’m helping too.

bb:

But not in this one.

Plant:

No. Not really.

Hucka D.:

The cube is sadness. Surrounded by ash. Grey. Sad.

Plant:

House of mirrors.

bb:

Greenup?

Hucka D.:

We can go in that direction.

(to be continued?)

*****

EXCERPT FROM WINESAP:

“I could not choose a color so I didn’t paint,” said The Bill.

“Then you are dead,” said the other.

“Yes and no,” said The Bill. You are too.

“Can I speak to Karoz?” asked the other.

“I can speak for Karoz. I…”

“Yes?”

“He has helped so much already, this Mr. Bill. The Bill,” said Hucka D.

“How the heck did you get in here?” asked the other.

“I came in through there. The back door.” Hucka D. points to the unpainted back door.

 

Loose Thoughts Again… July 15, 2009

Filed under: Ashville (rl city),Edwardston Station Gallery,Hucka D.,Plant — baker Blinker @ 8:01 am

Quite a day of building!

First I modified the Temple of TILE, now in Horisme — hope I’ve mentioned that move already — and then I gave up 3 of my 5 Noru parcels and essentially moved the Something To Chro About Gallery to the 2 remaining parcels. I’ll give details later, but some preliminary shots for now.

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“Let’s bring in Hucka D. now.”

Hucka D.:

Good work, baker b. The Temple of TILE is evolving once again. Circle and square combined, just as predetermined. Circle and triangle and square.

bb:

Thank you Hucka D. Sorry you aren’t involved in this phase of the building.

Hucka D.:

Tis OK.

bb:

Should we continue our keyword talks? Were we still on the Sylver Forest?

Hucka D.:

The Horisme property obviously had to contain both the Edwardston Station Gallery cube and the Temple of TILE cube in order to be charged properly. The elements of Something To Chro About had to be separated from this more central cluster and managed in its own place (Noru; Southern Continent/Jeogeot). Now you have all these elements spaced nicely apart. Now you must give up Healy finally. That can go now. It was a good ride.

bb:

Interesting that the Temple of TILE has grown beyond the 1024 parcel once again, while the Edwardston Station Gallery remains confined to that parcel prim allowance still.

Hucka D.:

Everything at its own pace.

bb:

Do you wish to talk about the Sylver Forest, then?

Hucka D.:

A-S-P. Wall. 14. 7×2. Founding in Colon or muffler this Aspinwall was. Silver but gray. Winding… snaky. Wall. The Arab passed down through The Point of The Wall to Rubi through this place you now live in. The Arab must be dealt with next. The only way you can understand this is through art.

bb:

Should I do more collages?

Hucka D.:

You are presently involved in a different kind of collage.

bb:

Yes, I see. But that has something to do with all this as well, since it represents escape, once more, from the Dark Side imprint on the Jeogeot continent as it resonates directly with Oz…

Hucka D.:

… and Psycho.

bb:

Yes.

Hucka D.:

It is beyond Karoz. It is beyond his limited circle. But the circle is still valuable despite its limitations. Imprint.

bb:

How does Mythos fit into all this?

Hucka D.:

Mythos is connected directly with The Arab. Energy source. Blue and pure and green and clean. Atomic, but safely contained. You must begin to travel within The Arab.

bb:

Can you tell me about the Blue Feather Gallery?

Hucka D.:

In Crabwoo, of course, but in the future/past. Alternate Something To Chro About in ways. Set up to control the energy of the Blue Feather Sea that you know now is a cube that is a sphere. Blue Earth. It controls a portal, then… to Earth.

bb:

From Second Life to Earth?

Hucka D.:

Next you must move your “E”. Tomorrow perhaps.

bb:

Can we talk more tonight?

Plant:

I have some answers.

bb:

Thank you Plant.

Hucka D.:

Mr. Plant.

bb:

Are… well, I’ll just let you chat as you like to do…

Plant:

Beyond the Circle. Beyond Rubidoo. Karoz was designed for Rubidoo but not accessible now. Blocked. Granddaddy. Crabwoo. Blue Feather Douglas, but not Douglas Blue Feather. Farmer, perhaps. Winesap, Kashmir, Dryden. Dryden.

bb:

Dryden?

Plant:

Page. Pages. (pause) Beyond Rubidoo. Beyond.

bb:

What about the present, um, collage, Plant?

Plant:

Plant is helping in fuller dimensions.

bb:

Thank you.

*****

“Hucka D., I forgot to mention Sherwin Williams, who may be the same as Sherwood Williams. I know now, perhaps, where he lived. It’s in *Ash*ville, NC, in the art gallery district there. A haunted house. A Psycho house, perhaps.”

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EXCERPT FROM WINESAP PAGES:

“I am The Man.”

“Are you The Bill?”

“Bill Hill.”

“Are you from Kentucky?” he asked, then.

“Phil,” came the reply.

“I wish to visit your house.”

“Karoz is waiting,” The Man who claimed to be The Bill replied.

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