Sternberg… Plant… 02 November 15, 2009

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“Not you, I assume…”

Plant:

No. I entered a sim in dramatic fashion sometimes[, though].

bb:

I found Trees, Louisiana, Mr. Plant.

Hucka D.:

There ya go. Treemonisha.

bb:

Hi Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Hi. Trees. Treemonisha. Texarkana. Joplin.

bb:

I wonder, really, how many black avatars there are in SL? Or Hispanic? Lots and lots of white folks, it seems. A relative Crackerbarrel of virtual skins.

Hucka D.:

Weeelllll…

bb:

Let’s see, in our little family we have a 1/2 man, 1/2 ghost (Baker Bloch), I assume, a 1/2 man, 1/2 woman (Wilsonia), a moss being (Karoz), a pink woman (Baker Blinker), a 1/2 Irish lass, 1/2 cardboard entity (Esbum, since derezzed), and, well you, a bee. That’s diversity!

Hucka D.:

I’m part man as well. And inside, yes, a black child. Black like the color, though, not the race. [But] I grew up in Pudding Hole as a black woman of color. And Pieland.

bb:

Through Baker Blinker, I experienced some harrassment. That’s one of the big reasons I switched to Baker Bloch when moving to the mainland. Baker Blinker harrassment. They leave Blochs alone, for the most part, although a couple of comments have been made about his red Space Ghost arm bands. Nothing really mean minded, I don’t think. Just comments, like, yeah, I know where you got those. Ok, great. We’re all collages of skins and objects.

Hucka D.:

Don’t go down that road.

bb:

I’m all for creating a Third Life within and inside 2nd Life, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

I’m with you! But not as a replacement.

bb:

No. Race seems to mean little in SL. I’m not sure it’s about race, except as new races, perhaps, like Furries, which is an interesting mythology. And, say, the ability to be a child in SL.

Strange. The only thing I’ve noticed transferring directly from SL to RL is my greater tolerance of heights, now that I’m use to being up in the air a lot in SL. What I mean is that my fear of heights has *partially* been conquered through virtual reality. But for appearance, I usually form a SL identity quite quickly, and change it little. Others keep tinkering with theirs… much of their SL, apparently, is about changing and modifying the avatar’s look… shopping for clothes, etc. Like a glorified barbie doll, almost.

Another SL concert link for ya, Hucka D. “Hucka D., you gone again?” I do like the idea of projecting a RL event onstage. Like this Cat Concerto. “You seen this, Hucka D.? Hilarious!”

*****

Plant:

I’m back. We need to talk about the Joplin Tree more sometime. I was the caretaker.

bb:

So there was a tree in the center of Big Sink?

Plant:

You need to figure out why me, Little Robert Plant Variant, now just Robert Plant Variant — no Little (!) — gave up the tube and moved to Big Sink.

bb:

The tube is the tree seed? Think I speculated on that before with Hucka D.

Plant:

You speculated Persimmon [tree].

bb:

Yeah. Golf clubs. 9th hole and 18th hole. Black Behind. What would Bunny Boy be in SL? Obviously some kind of Furry, like on the picture at the actual SL Rabbit Hole.

Plant:

Peter. He was there and square.

bb:

Plant, do you know about Hucka D.’s ownership of the Jeogeot continent?

Plant:

Yes.

bb:

Did you know he owned it? *Did* he in fact?

Plant:

Yes. He owned Jeogeot. And the other one, the Japanese one.

bb:

Maebaleia.

Plant:

Yes, I think. Connected through the Rabbit Hole in olden days. Pre-Linden or PL, as they say. Lemon Days.

bb:

Really? That’s what they called them?

Plant:

Yes. “Squeeze a lemon” meant “have a great day”.

bb:

Interesting. Were you taught about St. Lemon of Troy?

Plant:

Part of my initiation at Lill Burn (Valley).

bb:

Who are the Bill or what is The Bill?

Hucka D.:

We better end. Thanks for the Cat Concerto link, baker b.

bb:

You’re welcome. Bye Plant.

*****

“I had to come back and make a couple more comments about this. I know what the influence is now!”

Hucka D.:

Careful. [Plant be] careful.

Plant:

47. Pomona. Monkey. Phone. Answer it.

Woman on phone:

Blue Feather Gallery, how may I help you with your art needs today?

(to be continued?)

Chats… August 14, 2009

Hucka D.:

You are correct, baker b., in assuming that The Arab was found and not built in the Sunklands. That was the initiative, to revitalize The Arab and make its original use available again. Inter-grid travel.

bb:

To Mythos?

Hucka D.:

Yes. And other grids. SL, Mythos, Others.

*****

bb:

Karoz was brought in at a certain point to help revive The Arab’s powers, then.

Hucka D.:

At the Center. Petermond.

bb:

Good, I was going to ask that soon enough. The alternate name of the percieved center of Sunklands, then, is Petermond, or “Peter’s Mound”?

Hucka D.:

Yes. They were told to send a town, and they did. Petemond. It was taken from another grid. Arizona?

bb:

New Mexico?

Hucka D.:

Maybe both at once. A-M/N-Z.

bb:

Almanoz?

Hucka D.:

Maybe. Ask more about Pete or Peter.

bb:

Peter was attached to S.F.?

Hucka D.:

Yes, yes. Peter was the incarnation of S.F. in SL.

bb:

Is S.F. the same as The Arab?

Hucka D.:

No.

bb:

Is S.F. just the mountain Seathwaite Fell, then?

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

Did Peter have something to do with my art 10×10?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Sponsorship.

*****

Hucka D.:

In the center of Sunklands, at Centerville, at Petemond, there use to be a sign that said “There is no God.” Peter put that there for a reason. Around it were four objects arranged in a square. This is what God spoke, according to Peter, to move himself out of existence. This is where God committed suicide. TILE is born there, instead.

bb:

Hmmmm… were these objects letters?

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

Were they all letters?

Hucka D.:

Right.

bb:

TILE, then.

Hucka D.:

Peter wanted you to know that sign existed. It seems like a negativ concept, but the lack of an “e” implies otherwise.

bb:

Isn’t the tetractys God himself? Isn’t recounting those *numbers* the recreation of God? Just count backwards… 10… 9… 8… 7…

Plant:

Have you called the Blue Feather Gallery lately, baker Beach?

bb:

Hi Plant. Hucka D. suddenly gone?

Plant:

Yes. He, er, is in the wings.

bb:

Alright, Mr. Plant, I’ll call… (calls that number again)

Woman on other end:

Blue Feather Gallery, may I help you?

bb:

I’m afraid to ask, even. What location is this?

Woman:

Blue Feather Gallery. Can I help you with an art purchase today, sir?

bb:

No, I mean what state? What city?

Woman:

Sternberg.

bb:

Yeah, that’s an artist that you sponsor.

Woman:

We are located in Sternberg.

bb:

What state is that?

Woman:

I’m not sure what you are asking. We are on what’s called the Jeogeot continent, though.

bb:

In Second Life?

Woman:

Well, yes sir.

Plant (reaching for phone):

Here, let me speak to them please. (takes phone) In bitte eine momente, sprechen zie Deutche. Uniko, oh.

Woman:

Uniko, da.

(Robert Plant Variant later translated what he said was Uniko to English. I’ll insert his translation here… thanks Mr. Plant!)

Plant:

We have baker Beach here and are attempting to resurrect Petemond. Peter’s Mound. He knows about the sign.

Woman:

He is asking for the picture with Marty in it, then?

Plant:

Well… *no* (Plant gets visibly irritated here). Not that one.

bb:

I don’t understand a word you’re saying to each other.

Plant (to bb):

I’ll translate later… (to woman) No, not that one.

Woman:

It’s the most famous picture from that era. Very popular.

Plant:

Well, that’s great. Great to see it selling so well. How about *my* picture? With the tube. How’s that doing?

Woman:

We sell a good number of those as well.

Plant:

But not as many.

Woman:

Well… no.

Plant:

1/2 as many?

Woman:

About a third as many. It’s still quite popular. It’s just, sir…

Plant:

It’s not *just* at all! Ok, that was uncalled for. Sorry.

Woman:

I can understand why you’re upset.

Plant:

Have you talked to Peter lately?

Woman:

He called from Norumbega just yesterday.

Plant:

We call that Noru now. It’s where baker Beach lives now. Isn’t that interesting?

Woman:

Yes. Neat.

Plant:

I want to order 50 of me running with the tube to Sternberg. To *your* gallery, after all.

Woman:

But then it was…

Plant:

Have you seen Page lately? 156?

Woman:

We sweep them up constantly.

Hucka D.:

Sternberg Gallery owner, ladies and gentlemen. Wasn’t she great?

Woman:

Who is that?

Plant (still speaking to woman and ignoring Hucka Doobie, who has just “reentered”):

Interesting story… ‘nother one. He’s a spirit from Earth.

Woman:

They come in the shop every now and then. They have a lot of time on their hands… since, you know…

Plant:

They’re here all the time. (to Hucka D.) Hucka, you’re here all the time, right?

Hucka D.:

In SL? Yes. I’m one of the undead.

Plant (still to Hucka D.):

Do you have clubs where you meet, by chance?

Hucka D.:

Not really. I know some of the others, though.

Woman (to Plant):

I’d be curious to take a census.

Plant (to Hucka D.):

The Sternberg Gallery owner is wondering exactly how many there are like you, then.

Hucka D.:

We must wrap up now. I must sweep up.

bb:

I haven’t understand a word of this since you started talking on the phone, Mr. Plant. Even Hucka D. is speaking this strange tongue now.

Hucka D.:

Oh sorry. This better?

bb:

*Finally*. Thanks.

Plant (to woman again):

So 50 of those, right? You can manage that?

Woman:

Yes.

Plant:

I’ll send you the Lindens as soon as I can cash my paycheck.

bb (picking up word he thought he understood):

Limes?

[to be continued?]

Plant Another One… August 6, 2009

Plant:

I’m glad you decided to go back to Nowtown, baker Beach. Now you will see the truth. I lived there. In a Psycho House. Same as in Ashville… surrounded by ring of ash, but now destroyed. The Fyre Maven, well…

bb:

Is it the same as the one who created Rubisea? Is the Fyre Maven stream the same as Unnasty Branch in Bluedrake? After all, there is a Black Drake sim just above it.

Plant:

Black Dog?

Hucka D.:

I’m here. We must continue with The Plant. Century?

Plant:

Call the Blue Feather Gallery again, baker Beach. 123-456-7890.

bb:

I’m not sure…

Hucka D.:

Do call. You’ll…

bb:

Alright.

(baker b. calls the number; the same woman, or apparently the same woman as before, answers the phone).

“Blue Feather Gallery, how may I help you?”

bb:

Hello. It’s me again. The person who called from Ashville, North Carolina and ordered the Sternberg print.

Woman:

Sternberg is one of our more popular items. You chose the Zeppelin tube print, correct? I remember.

bb:

I think so. Are you… well, remind me of your address.

Woman:

That print was shipped out yesterday so it should arrive sometime next week, hopefully.

bb:

Yeah, great. Can’t wait… good price.

Plant:

Ask her about the star.

bb (ignoring Plant):

So can you send me a brochure or something? I have some other artists in the area that might be interested in , especially, Sternberg.

Plant:

That’s just Page again…

Woman:

We don’t have a brochure prepared. Sorry. We’re a little in the backwater here in Iowa.

bb:

Iowa?

Woman:

Yes, Audubon County.

bb:

Gray something, by chance?

Woman:

Yes sir. Gray itself.

bb:

Hmmmm…

Woman:

As I said, you should get that print next week sometime. Is there anything else I can help you with today?

Plant:

Ask her where Sternberg lives.

bb:

Alright, alright. Ma’am?

Woman:

Yes?

bb:

Can you tell me the location of the artist Sternberg? I don’t remember the first name.

Woman:

Charles Aspinger Sternberg.

Plant (impatiently):

Did you get it?

bb:

Hold your horses, Plant.

Woman:

Yes, here it is. He’s in, um, Wall Lake, Iowa. He works exclusively with us right now, but I believe he wants to open his own gallery soon. I’m not sure if it will be in Wall Lake or not.

bb:

Thank you for your time. Nice talking with you and thank you once again for the Sternberg print.

Woman:

Our pleasure. Let us know how else we can assist you in your art collecting. Have a nice day.

bb:

You too. (baker hangs up).

Plant:

Well???

bb:

He’s in Wall Lake, Iowa.

Plant:

Well I’ll be.

Hucka D.:

Which one?

bb:

I don’t know. Let’s check wikipedia. (checks wikipedia). Hmmm… birthplace of Andy Williams, the singer.

Plant:

Bah. No talent.

bb:

Really. I kind of liked what I heard. Moon River… isn’t that the most famous piece he sang?

(Plant here does a very bad imitation of Andy Williams singing Moon River.)

bb:

That was horrible!

Plant:

See? What kind of river is wider than the sea?

bb:

Let me check the rest of the lyrics (looks up lyrics).

Plant:

We’re not dealing with Sternberg. Where’d The Bee go?

bb:

Hold on… and it’s “wider than a mile” Mr. Plant.

Plant (indifferently):

Sea, mile…

bb:

A Moonwall visited the Horisme gallery complex not too long ago. Thought of the two most famous Pink Floyd albums Dark Side of the Moon…

Plant (interrupting):

Bah once more. (waves hand in disgust).

bb:

You not a Pink Floyd fan either?

Plant:

You have to eat mushrooms to understand them. The early stuff… later stuff is not too bad. Brain Damage. Banging your head against some bugger’s mad wall.

bb:

I though it was head too for a long time. But it’s “heart”… banging your heart against some mad bugger’s wall.

Plant:

Again…

bb:

Yeah, I know… “what-ever”. Do you like The Beatles, Mr. Plant?

(Plant here gives a very icy stare to bb; doesn’t answer).

bb:

OK, I’ll take that — you can stop staring at me now — I’ll take that for a no.

(Plant still stares at bb; finally breaks off.)

Plant:

Look up Sternberg please. No more stalling.

bb:

(checking) Nothing with Sternberg + “Wall City”. Surprising there. Charles Sternberg, did she say?

Plant:

I didn’t hear. You were talking to her.

bb:

Pretty sure it was Charles. Let’s see… (checking) I don’t think this is the fellow... long dead, you see, and not seemingly an artist.

Plant:

I can’t see what you’re seeing.

bb:

Well come over here and look over my shoulder. (Plant comes over; sees same article bb is looking at on his laptop). It seems to be just these 2 Sternbergs in wikipedia, father and son both named Charles. Interesting reference, perhaps to Bone Wars. Meat vs. Bone.

Plant:

What?

bb:

Never mind. I guess I should hit the sack again.

Plant:

We’ve failed tonight.

Hucka D.:

There are 2 Wall Lakes. You’re looking at the wrong one. The second is an inland sea. It’s been shrinking for a long time. In the early 1900s it was still the largest lake in Iowa. Today it’s not even close. Look it up… quickly. Here, let me look it up.

(Hucka D. goes over to bb and takes his computer, types something in, and hands it back).

bb (looking at screen):

OK. But what does this mean?

Hucka D.:

It means you have another east-west exactitude on your hands.

Plant:

Huh?

Different BFG? July 23, 2009

“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.

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.

(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?)

Calling Plant… July 22, 2009

“Bit of a celebration tonight, Hucka D. (pause) Hucka?”

Plant:

I will show up in the 3d world soon. I will help with the next.

bb:

Thank you Plant. Is Hucka D. not around tonight?

Plant:

He is.

bb:

OK, we’ll just talk a spell, then.

Plant:

Blue Feather Sea.

bb:

OK. (pause) What do you wish to chat about on that subject? Hucka D. said he’s going to tell the true story of that virtual sea when we spoke today in that unpainted house in Ashville. You know the one.

Plant:

Very well. I shall be back soon. (pause)

bb (prompting):

Soooo…. the Blue Feather Sea?

*****’

Plant:

Dial this number: 123-456-7890

bb:

Well, OK. Give me a moment. That a real area code Plant?

Plant:

Just dial it.

(bb dialed the number. After 2 rings a woman picked up the phone.)

Woman:

Blue Feather Gallery, how may I help you?

bb (taken aback):

Er, um… where are you located?

Woman:

We’re located in Gray, Maine sir. Where are you calling from? Do you wish to place an order for a painting or a print?

bb:

I’m from Ashville, actually. That’s in…

Woman (interrupting):

Yes sir. We know about Ashville. Beautiful town. Are you calling about an order, then?

bb:

Well, I’m not sure! (laughs) What kind of art do you sell?

Woman:

Mainly paintings. Our most famous client might be the renowned landscape artist Budly Aspingers. Maybe you’ve heard of him.

bb:

No, I can say I have (but he noted the resemblance to Aspinwall). Is he a local product?

Woman:

He’s from Bangor. Have you visited our web site?

[8 exchanges deleted]

Woman:

Thank you for calling about our gallery. Remember that we accept personal checks and money orders both. Come see us sometime when you’re up in this area.

bb:

I will. And thanks for talking with me. I’ll put that check in the mail tomorrow for you.

Woman:

I think you’ll enjoy the print, sir.

bb:

Yes, I’m sure I will.

Woman:

Thanks again.

(bb hangs up)

Plant:

I’m on that print.

(to be continued?)