Farm Time

I have been having a pretty sweet time hanging out in central Maryland on the Gould family farm this weekend. The races could have gone a whole lot better, but some times that is just how it is. Now I have the goats and chickens and dogs to entertain me during the day and interesting roads to go explore on my bike rides. I have been turned on to Andy Goldsworth's art by Georgias mom and now I cant walk though a pile of dead leaves or old branches without seeing it in a whole new light. I even made a pile of leaves on the porch this afternoon, but it quickly blew away. The cabin I am saying in is rad, and I am even connected to the web so I can do stuff like update my blog and relax instead of flying across the country twice a week. It has been giving me very strange dreams though. Headed down to Kentucky on thursday. It is actually called Kentucy so I dont have to add the "ucky" on to the end to make it sound like a backwoods place, like Fontucky, because it just already is. I dont really know what it means to be an "ucky" as I have never actually been to the real Kentucky, but after this trip I will have a better idea of what all the "ucky" terminology is all about and may be better able to aptly utilize the "ucky"ization of words. Time for some more crazy dreams.

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