back from the scent of the Earth, into the scent of the Sea

And I can't decide which one I like better. A tough choice when the scent of the sea is intertwined with earthly smells too. But the smells on a small biodynamic family farm are different than those on the overly producing sorts. You know, the kinds where the animals live, eat, bathe, slaughter in their own shit. The farms that shouldn't even be called farms where most people eat from, even those uber conscious ones like meself.
But yesterday, I harvested veggies, hung around animals, and stargazed wishing my habits will be more open to establishing better eating styles before I become two then three and four.

Can barely wait

For a few things..
In a few hours I will be leaving these scummy city streets headed up North to a farm. Yes a real farm, with goats and sheep that have been sheared and billows of straw and stars oh the stars. And get this, tomorrow morning is harvest day. I will be putting my hands in the dirt, plucking fresh food from the earth. Rising early and working hard, just like the way it should be done. I am going to post pictures here, on my beloved and probably on the bastard son too.
Next? The Pixies are doing a reunion tour and I was lucky enough to get a general admission ticket. And why is this concert going to be so spectacular? They are playing Doolittle in it's entirety! If only they would throw in Come On Pilgrim along with it. Never satisfied American am I.

famous eleven last words

If I hadn't been raised a Daughter Of God, I may be able to write those words down here. But since I stand for truth and righteousness, and they all contain profanities, I am choosing not to publish them. Besides, the only reason I'm posting something is that I feel pressured since I link this blog on my facebook account. Is that a sign FB is overpowering the freaktothefunk?
How could that be? Stand tall steady typing finger, free flowing words, and raunchy English. This is fancy ham.