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).



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.