Seanachai Quote

"Do you really think there are no larger answers to the small ones we can supply? Miguel, we know there are answers for everything. Unfortunately, we know very few of them." (Alexis Paninian to Mitchell Campion following a 4 minute teleportation from Paxton, Ohio to 3XNorth, 3YEast and 150Z off the Coast of Spain, circa 5/28 & 3 weeks, OSB airdate 4/7/1959).

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

The Blue Morpho Butterfly Museum

Right in the middle of a mystery my benefactor called me to help her build a butterfly rainforest. I wouldn’t mind so much, but she was gone for nearly two weeks. During her “vacation” I couldn’t make a move without her.

The Butterfly museum is a place where learning can get done. The first two floors are a walk through garden like the one my benefactor visited on her vacation last week. The third floor is a classroom and gift shop. There visitors will be able to pick up complimentary souvenirs, make a donation to rainforest education or take a brief anytime class. A tram will take riders up into the top of the canopy.

So far the exhibition and classroom experience that brings attention to the issues of the butterfly worldwide is about half way done. Every week new butterflies will be released into the museum. A special metamorphosis area is being set aside in the classroom. The museum is yet another way to encourage students to learn more about butterflies in the real life locations, and what it will take to ensure their many variations.

I do appreciate too that butterflies are the best way to remember the cause and effect of story (every storyteller, legend maker or game developer knows how the F. Scott Fitzgerald mention of a breeze generated by a butterfly’s wings goes (Winter Dreams). It is very nice that the museum is named the Blue Morpho Butterfly Rainforest. Students remember so much better when there is something to latch onto.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Meanwhile Back @ Lakewater Fiasco

The benefactor has finally made an avatar to represent herself. She fashioned it from her own face, added a torso, some limbs and an garb. Likely she will end up wearing the same thing everyday, much like I do.

Convenient it is, her educational foray into the rainforest this spring. Me living out a post-apocalyptic mess; the Diego's version of how a green canopy can be grown any ole place (that didn't work out like they expected), and her traipsing about a butterfly museum in her new do. I doth protest.

The Butterfly Museum

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Mrs. Ett_Sophia Diego is Alive, residing someplace as Moriarty, aka Lulu

I only resorted to Facebook, so that I could
greet my friends and playbill my writings.
It has been awhile since I’ve made a journal entry. Along with other tasks, I found a new piece of evidence in among the papers at the Diego Estate. Now I realize, I’ve been had. I’ve squandered a good amount of time researching a red herring. Thinking it was another putt putt restoration foray I ventured into a place called Gardens of Time. I noticed other cavern explorers went on this journey too. How time consuming or dangerous could it be?

Much to my horror, I am completely waylaid. The only mystery solved is one: Mrs. Diego does return to the estate. The Gardens of Time decoy was not part of my findings when I first came here. Disguised as a woman named Lulu, Mrs. Diego sauntered through my face book account and played with my preferences. She is a far greater threat and far more diabolical than I originally thought. I thought she was dead. Drowned in the flood or gone missing at sea trying to escape.

I am now held hostage by own procrastinative tendences.
Oh to get back to my single minded pursuits!
Instead she continues to amuse me with gifts of time machine energy, suggestions to find new friends, topiaries, trinkets, apothecaries and hidden image puzzles that I am very slow (and cheat) to solve. Worse yet, she knows me too well. I will complete every destination’s quest for every chapter, regardless of whether it helps me to progress. One of the destination quests asked me to find hidden clues with a flashlight. Although I find the clues, a technical snafu never changes my status, but I continue to go back there anyway. With a belly ache I keep looking for coins. Morning, noon and night I am trying lure Midtown Museum customers to this cookie cutter berg. I need an intervention ASAP.

Once I am freed from this red herring of a Uncle Wiggly diversion, I will be back to find out where Mrs. Diego is staying. While it is not likely I can go cold turkey, my long suffering husband suggested I see a shrink who can wean me away from the road to gold coins and easy resolutions. It won’t be a cake walk. My husband knows that I am easily persuaded to take the path of least resistance during stressful times.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Artifact - News Clipping #43

The Midtown Ladies Guild dried out a soggy news clipping, coded it NC43 and sent it to me this past week. Some of the print was difficult to read, but I could make out the following:

Las Cruces - The left northbound travel lane will be closed at 10 p.m. on Sunday, April 14 on IS 55 for sinkhole repairs at mile marker 212.3 near the Alamogordo and Las Cruces County line. It is unknown when the left lane will be reopened to traffic but motorists should anticipate single lane traffic in this area for much of the day on Monday, April 16. This location is between exit 205 at RR 51 in the Gila area of Old Mesilla
County and exit 213 at Route 11 in the west northwest area of Old Mesilla County. This sinkhole is not associated with the sinkhole repaired on D4 northbound in Roswell County on March 5.

Because the sinkhole at mile marker 212.3 is located in the northbound ditch line next to the median, much of the work will occur on the left shoulder. To ensure the safety of workers in the area and allow for the necessary equipment to be used, the left travel lane will be closed in this area. The New Mexico Department of Transportation’s on-call contractor for these repairs is Gaskill Excavation Inc. of New York. The sinkhole will be excavated and filled with stone and earth material to stabilize the hole. This work can take hours depending on how deep the sinkhole is, which cannot be determined until excavation begins.

The NMDOT SM District serves Las Cruces, Carlsbad, Roswell, Alamogordo, and D’ni Restoration areas. Traffic alerts and traveler information can be obtained by dialing 511. Traffic alerts and traveler information also are available at For other assistance call the NMDOT Customer Service Center, available 24 hours-a-day, seven days a week. Citizens can dial 1-800-FOR-ROAD (1-500-555-5248) from anywhere in the state to report road hazards, ask transportation questions, or get information related to Southern New Mexico roads.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Getting to Know Lydia

Laying in the corner

From the silly to the scary, Lydia Diego's decorating choices are preplexing.  If my students do decide to take a tour of the premises, I hope they see her for what she holds dear.

Lydia Diego's idea of how to fill a space is both
silly and scary.  Wondering about the trees?

Someone left a note to request the putt putt
paintings be hidden
The "Destiny" painting says more about the folks who hung it

Monday, April 25, 2011

Color and Use - The Adobe Effect

I admit I like the idea of using what you collect. The Diegos did not stop with cataloguing their finds.  They used them at the farm.  Today I spent some time looking around at the colorful kitchen. 

Other times I've been here the light shone too strongly, or the shadows obstructed my view.  Now that the view is in focus, I enjoy hanging around the Diego kitchen.  I get the odd feeling somebody beat me to it.  The place is neither dusty or damp.  Even the countertops are spic and span clean.  No mildew, no bread crumbs.

I've seen the adobe style screen someplace else.  I wonder whether I could copy the style  and use the screen for shutters on my own home.  There must be a stack of other designs around here.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Fiction By Fictive Real-Time vs. Non-Fiction Real Life

The Diego's reverance for Destiny
A damp family portrait that needs repair
  Between writing the story, trying to find some missing script a friend sent me to record, and trying to find this clue or that I write these posts to let the readers know where I am at.  I posted Chapter 10 to the Devokan Trust Draft Bank.  I edited what I posted later, added some illustration and moved all of what I assembled to the blog where the traditional version of the story is published.  Whew!

The story is told about a 15 year period, but somehow it seems to hold together like a novel will.  Tomorrow I am going to begin telling the Matt R. Dutton story line.  The Diegos are a mysterious couple that are not always up to the noble effort, but Matt can be downright wicked.  I am going to love telling that part of the story.

It does at times get confusing.  Usually writers are telling a story about a fictional character or characters.  In this case I am a fictive with a real time story to use as fodder.  It makes my fictive story more interesting and authentic.  In no case am I ever telling my benefactor's real life story.  That is the morsel of information that is difficult for me to talk about or for my readers to understand.  I know of only a few other storytellers trying to write with this method, while using this sort of material  (its actually been done since the days of the fertile crescent).

Sunday, April 17, 2011

My writing for the Lakewater Project has brought back memories of my first trip into Myst during the spring of 1994.  I thought the world had been laid at my feet.  When I boarded the shuttle to find a tattered book, there was nothing else that mattered to me, except to take this adventure.  It became a 17 year long obession in looking at story from an entirely other perspective- that of the "sideways" participant and observer.

In other news I decided to draft and keep my story @ the Devokan Trust.  The folks over there are storytellers by words and builds.  They seem to understand the unique situation we face.  I like that we can read each story, and go back to writing our own.  It is a postive environment.

The edited story will be added to this blog as the story takes shape and firms up.  At this point I am adding in some journal notes I took about my one day trip to meet Mrs. Diego.  That was certainly an expected experience.  Because I spent a good chunk of time telling her about my early age adventures, and how I came to know her husband Harold, a Midtown Museum Foundation contributor, I could add a few chapters to my personal journal.  I didn't realize then my little diary would become part of much bigger story.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

2 more Ett Sophia Diego scrapbook photos

The Gatekeeper's Hut is the Point of Entry
Two more photos @ Lakewater.  No post to the journal today.  I was writing the backstory that is being published in a linear fashion for those readers, who like to read in the gothic tradition of what comes first, next, then, after that and so on. 

A Desert Irrigation System for Mushrooms
and other fauna.
I like to read that way too..when I am not reading modernist works.  Those stories challenge me to think a tad harder and hold on for the fast turns.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Lakewater Irrigation Systems

Diego Photograph 1
 Pipes large enough to drive a truck through

I don't have angel wings (well known fact). I can't reach places yet where I can take aerial photographs, but my travels did take me to a place where Mrs. Diego hid some photographs in an easel. The easel was located in her private "park," a gazebo in the sky that I posted about yesterday.

Mrs. Diego's Personal Gazebo

What interested me today is the old rusty plumbing system that seems to cover much of the estate. It is a wonder that any sun makes it to the ground. I suppose mushrooms and plants that colorize mushroom laden grocery items don't require too much sunlight. These plants do seem to require a lot of water; a problem the Diego's solved for awhile

Diego Photograph 2
Water main broken, but drips continue to spill over terrace garden
Diego Photograph 3
 Now a lake exists, but it was not there before
.  How did the water get to the pipes?


Saturday, April 2, 2011

Most likely the cowboys built a personal retreat for Mrs. Diego

I could see that everything about this retreat was handmade,
- not borrowed or purchased elsewhere  The cowboys built it for Mrs. Diego .
Fashioned after the personal age reached via the cavern about three miles from Lakewater is Mrs. Diego's personal peaceful retreat. It is smaller than Relto and less fancy, but it was a perfect place for Mrs. Diego to hide.

I did find a spigot attached to the island mountain, but the wingnut is broken.  It didn't sound like water ran through it.  Likely the water source dried up during all the turmoil of the last few years.  The rusted pipe looked fragile and ready to crumble.

Friday, April 1, 2011

A Productive Etherialtoobus Grove

Etherialtoobus Grove
One of the most interesting tree groves in Agua Del Lago de Granja (Lakewater Farms) grows between the labor shacks.  It seems to thrive in the sun and wet moss ground.  It is not surprising it survived the flood.  Like other plants on the farm, it appears to be a graft hybrid found in neighboring locales and ages. 
Etherialtoobus Fruits
Like indigo the toobus provides a dye source.  I have no idea why mushroom chefs would prefer colored mushrooms.  Then again, why are we so attracted to colored drinking waters?  Toobus nuts smell like grilled salmon.  There is something wrong here.  I am not sure it went wrong before the flood, after the flood or at the get go.  My grandfather said "never overlook the power of intention."

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Banyanomo, Green Melieum, Memories of a March High Tea

Green Melieum, grows in cluster, prefers shade

Banyanomo, bright yellow leaves, water hourly
Mrs. Diego invited me to visit her in the spring of 2005 to see her hybrid plants and trees shortly after high tea.  I remember her saying that Harold loved to farm.  She grew up on a farm, and it was their gardens they most coveted.  Today I decided to look for the names of two trees I've been watching grow for weeks.  Since Mrs. Diego likely left with her plant books in tow, I wasn't sure I'd find a record of the trees.  While rummaging through some trunks in a bedroom I came across a bureau filled with journals and photos of Lakewater flora. No wonder Mrs. Diego talked so much about Eder Kemo.  Her attempts to graft and culture plants is evidence that she studied the care and cultivation of D'ni age crops.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Authenticated and carbon dated 1936, Midtown Ladies Guild
aka The Lakewater Key
After reading this blog, the Ladies Guild at the Midtown Arts Museum dug through the pile of pineapple pattern quilts to find their relic Midtown Key.  "Madge is well meaning," said Gertrude Me'Anderly, "but her work is a tad too pink and aqua for us.  The Midtown Key offers more advantages anyway.  Not only does it offer music choices, a nice album, clues and rewards, the Key links to the classroom that their own musuem students use to study antiquity, time and space.  They happened to mention that students were now taking courses about conspiracy theories and 2012.  While I was storytelling elsewhere, new teachers were collecting data on students, who are soon to be means tested.  These new teachers keep asking the ladies about commission rates and fees.  When Gretrude assured one of the teachers that no fees are collected by the Museum, the neophyte responded "nope, that is not my point.  I mean how do I collect fees from you?"

Gertrude complained it was going to be a long decade until I got back.

Presented above is copy of the key, authenticated and carbon dated 1936, repaired in 1955, about the same time Harold Diego first contributed foundation funds to the Museum.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Midtown Museum Artifact #430047342

The Ladies Guild of Midtown will be happy to know that I finally sent them an artifact to be dated.  I will not take the original out of the barn, but I will send them my test results and the painting photo attached here.  There is no way to tell exactly what the painting depicts.  After looking through some journals and financial records, I suspect the painting was done the day of the flood.  Amongst other unframed paintings I found the view upper right.  By this time the angry red skies had cleared.  It must have been a terrible day, particularly for the Diegos, who planned only for better days.

Monday, March 28, 2011

What Key is Lost is Found

Madge Middicuddles invented the UT5 Key in 2009 to record digital explorations

Early this morning I went looking for the UT5 key.  It was about time I started using it to store my journal entries and Lakewater photo album.  If ever I should write that book about my travels and troubles, I need the sources.  The key, constructed by my loyal friend, Madge (a bit too rosy and lightside for me) is also a useful digital communicator.  I can dial up my favorite radio station, write to my blog, or check into the school directly from the Key.  I can't play marker games on it, but I can send photos to the imager from it.  Into this key I can copy and paste.  All that retyping into my cavern KI got old quickly.  I loved my KI functions, but I grumbled constantly about the clunky keying.  I still do.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Fog Rolling

A foggy Agua Del Lago de Granja morning.

The fog came in this morning.  I could hardly see where I stepped.  In the murky lake waters lurks many dangers.  So much is sunk and so much continues to push up from beneath.  It is sometimes a struggle to stand upright.  Taking the perch lift to the second floor of the barn was an adventure in swaying to and fro. 
The fog cleared over the farm.
Finally the water settled and the sun came out.  A lovely sunset distracted me from my tasks of sorting out the mystery, but I did take a few minutes to scoop up some soil and plant samples.  It is apparent to me that algae has leeched its way into lake; once a desert and is now a deluge. 

The algae came from someplace, a likely leech from neighboring farming projects.

My colleagues know that I am suspicious about any algae growth in arid areas.  Needless to say the fog is another misplaced weather phenom.  This water must stretch farther than I originally thought.  Land is not just out of sight.  It is likely out of everyone's sight.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Rigging Pulley and Stolen Artifacts

Another view of crows looking for salvage
Harold and Sophie Diego built their winter home when I worked at the Midtown Arts Museum, but Harold never mentioned it. Two years after his death I found out his interest in the desert, and my interest in the D'ni cavern was separated by 3 miles of desert. Then without warning Mrs. Diego left. The likely cause was the flood, but where did she go? For that matter where did everyone go? All I seem to have is questions and too many places to look for answers.

I do know the Diegos "borrowed" all sorts of artifacts.  They must have stored them here.  For a decade there were rumors about missing items and stolen antiquities.  Thinking about where the remaining pieces have gone missing is a mind boggle.  Could all of the pieces be buried here, somplace under the rubble and the corrosive waters? 

Call Station and Disclaimer - Patronage Perch Pulley

Likely a stolen artifact, Dickens Vardo Wagon

Prepare for a cautionary look

The Vicinity Map

The Vicinty Map GPS Project

The Vicinity Map is a GPS Project to locate the origin and "where" element of any story (The GIST)?  The map generator loops it way through the homo sapien right side brain: intuition/holistic/random/imagination (non-linear) to the left side brain: logical and sequential order (linear). The Vicninty Map is rarely precise, but always asks the bigger question, " does it really matter a hoot, once the hills and dales erode, and the sands reclaim the desert?

Another Look at Gatekeeper's Map

Telescope Long Range View of Gatekeeper's Hut

Close up Telescope View - Gatekeeper's Hut
Telescope View Looking Into Hut
I've been so busy all week corresponding with my students about their Midtown Museum Correspondence School essays (Issues that Confront Spelunkers in an Ever Shifting and Expanding Universe), I  did not have time to get back to the "farm" until this morning.  All week I kept thinking that going back to the beginning could help me to make sense of what dangers await me.  While drinking two cups of coffee, I wrote little, and I snapped this photos that proves, it is best to first look at a map, before asking strangers for the directions. One can then determine what is true from what is thoroughly and intentionally misleading.

Note:  I realize the map could be a ruse, even of my own making. 

General Vicinity Map - "Diego Rose Symbol"

Linking Contraption aka the The Borfin that goes schlump every night (Suess).

Circes speaks (M. Atwood, You are Happy, Circes/Mud Poems 1974)
You may wonder why I'm not describing the landscape for you. This island with its complement of scrubby trees, picturesque bedrock, ample weather and sunsets, lavish white sand beaches and so on. (For which I am not responsible.) There are travel brochures that do this better, and in addition they contain several very shiny illustrations so real you can almost touch the ennui of actually being here. They leave out the insects and the castaway bottles but so would I in their place; all advertisements are slanted, including this one.

Gatekeeper's Door Out of Order

Saturday, March 19, 2011

The Confusion of Mushroom Spore Mixtures

Spore Laboratory in the Diego Barn at Agua Del Lago de Granja
I've been working feverishly to unravel the story, while clearing away enough debris to invite my friends out to the Diego Estate.  So far my path in the sand stakes are working.  I am able to find my way into this water deluged catastrophe when I am in the mood to get confused.

Today I crawled on to the roof of the house.  Terrified of heights, I crawled from one peak to the next and walked across a board to the roof of the barn.  Then I shimmied my way down into the upper floor, where I expected to find hay or nothing at all.  I found to my surprise a over heated and steaming mushroom laboratory of some kind. The presentation system still worked.  The presentation photos were taken in Teledahn.  That did not surprise me.  I've suspected for weeks that the Diegos were cultivating spores when the flood came.

Even more interesting were the recipes found in bookcases that lined the walls of the barn.  No sooner did I start to read one, when my tooth began to ache. Its been causing me pain for awhile.  I got down to go home. I will need to return soon to take another look at those recipes.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Water Water Everywhere

Last night I camped out close to the Diego estate link.  When I got up this morning I noticed the water seemed had actually risen.  After days of watching it recede, I was surprised.  It is likely not another flood or even a heavy rain.  It is probably a shifting of these waters from one area to another. More tomorrow...

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Weekend Curiousity

The path remains uncovered.  While the desert dust settled I tried to set some stakes.  On my way back from the Diego Estates, aka Lakewater Farms, I noticed someone either picked up the stakes or they went missing for some other reason.

I leave you with the last evidence I noticed.  Oh my, oh my.  My worst headache and nightmare, water diversion -- and by the same family, who once offered me hot cocoa and previously frozen Christmas cookies.  Instead of spending so much time in the barn looking for a shell to transport me into a near by village I heard rumors about in the cavern, I should have insisted on a grounds tour.  Wow, and right under my eyes.  I can't believe that Harold Diego advanced water irrigation technology.  Harold was well versed in the history and misuse of such systems.  Yikes!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Ruby Jumps the Fence

Underground Aquifer and Desert Springs

I jumped the fence today.  Since finishing the Teledahn Connection and finally realizing Teledahn is an age: however different an age it is, I continued to feel uncomfortable about it.  I know there is a connection, but it may be more sinister than what history alone reveals. 

The estate is surrouned with a train system that hauls silo grain

Here are some preliminary photos of what I saw today, after scouring the area around the fence for truck or jeep tracks.   The sand covered over any old paths I once used to get to the Diego house.  After wandering for several hours, I came across a low sand knoll.  What happened then , surprised me.  The sand blew away in a gust, revealing a path that wound through sage brush to a large inland lake or reservoir.  The lake looked very familiar to me.  It was the same lake that I saw the day the cowboys took me into the desert to an estate sitting on the edge of an oasis.  Today the oasis was gone, flooded over with water that flowed to the horizon.  In the middle of it, the estate partly immersed and partly intact like it always there.  It appeared to be abandoned.  I plan to return.  I am not sure when.

The main house sits on a hill.  Worker shacks and silos face a waterway.