A Better Place

Hi People,

Thanks for checking in on me.

You may have already noticed my long vacation from the blogosphere,
and that's because of my long separation in the biosphere;
my real whirl conditions have been harsh, brutish, and in short:

C H I C A G O - s e w e r i n t h e s k y.

I made instructional videos for corporate buisinessmen
on "best practices" and "improving functionality."
I learned a few things.
I made a lot of money quickly.
I quit my job.
I bought a new bicycle and new gear.
Bean quit her job.
She bought a new bicycle and new gear.
So we went to Kentucky together for


A D V E N T U R E
We rode those bikes one thousand miles,
uphill both ways, frosty at first, wet later.
We camped, we froze,
and we stayed in kitschy dump motels.
We stayed in dumpity dump dump motels.

You wouldn't believe me if I told you,
So she's gonna tell the story,
and I'll make a few illustrations.
We'll put them on the web somewhere,
but not here. m o r e t o c o m e . . .
I'll let you know the details as they develop - - -

Kentucky. . . if you were wondering,
is very rural and quite a bit with all
its undulating farmland and forests and the wild
swings between moist, dry, damp, and wet counties,
where alcohol sales are prohibited, slightly prohibited,
moderately allowed, or heavily taxed--- tent revivals---
cliffs, knobs, caves, hollers, mills, licks and lakes---
Yes, Kentucky wobbles, wobbly, but mostly as a world
unto itself, almost deserving its own planetude.

I f y o u t h i n k A u s t i n ' s W e i r d . . .

It's the Country and they like it that way,
but Kentucky is not a planet. Go Ask Pluto.

Even though I went to the birthplace of KFC,
I'm not sure I'll ever go back to Kentucky,
but don't let me convince you to stay away.
Kentucky has some nice parts, especially
if you are on a bicycle, but,
dont listen to me because I'm not
at all sure I'll ever go back to Austin, either.

B a c k i n K e n t u c k y:

We went to Cumberland Falls.
We waited for a Moonbow. Caught one.
We spelunked Mamoth Cave. We got a geode.

We went to Maker's Mark. We enjoyed ourselves. . .

We had a little bit of trouble with our bikes, but only after
we passed the four hundred mile mark. So that's to be expected.
They were very minor problems too, like flat tires and broken spokes.
Nothing too bad, but when you're in a new place,
after riding for three or four or five or six hours,
a flat tire can be a very harrowing experience.
We got very lucky on two occasions, and
we met some really cool people (our rescuers) too.
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Now we live under tall, old trees
in a quaint cottage with a hundred fifty yards
separating me from the little one



I couldn't hope to live in a better place.