... this morning i went for a little wanderabout on my motorcycle ... i headed north, a thought being that i could cruise along the kennebec up towards canada, then cut over the height of the land to moose head lake ... i stopped in skowhegan for lunch, a most yummy turkey club served by a sweet waitress who was also a magician, since no matter how hard i tried to empty it she somehow managed to keep my cup filled with coffee ... investigating the landscape on my ipad mini (upon which for free i loaded the entire north american road atlas) i noticed a back road i'd never explored ... heading north, just before solon i turned left and headed back towards madison on the river road ... it turned out to be one of those meandering lanes* atop two wheels one wishes would never come to an ending ...
*most appropriate description, since much of the roadbed was put down upon sand-filled meanders formed at the end of the last ice-age when the kennebec was more like the modern-day mississippi ...
*most appropriate description, since much of the roadbed was put down upon sand-filled meanders formed at the end of the last ice-age when the kennebec was more like the modern-day mississippi ...
... almost to madison, i ran across the "backyard farms" greenhouse ...
... it's like one of those giant airplane factories built during world war 2 ... so huge that it's one of the principal reasons we spent all last summer in traffic queues while crews installed pipelines bringing natural gas to central maine ... looking at this structure, my opinion is that the use of the phrase "backyard farms" is a bit of vocabulary reassignment, like the term facebook "friends" or the "surge" in afganistan ... (as a former "special" weapons technician, having worked on devices which would yield millions of tons of explosive force, don't get me started on a homemade pipe bomb now being a "weapon of mass destruction") ...
... but, when all is said and done, for those living in maine the industrial hybrid genetic mutant fruits raised in this building are much better tasting than most of those shipped to us from the other side of the continent ...
... i was most impressed with the security measures protecting these tomatoes ... other'n single rather than double fences, it is very similar to that which surrounded the "q" areas within which were stored the "specials" upon which i tinkered ...
... hmmmm ...
"Feed me Seymour, feed me all night long.
That's right, boy!
You can do it!
Feed me, Seymour, feed me all night long.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
'Cause if you feed me, Seymour,
I can grow up big and strong!
—CHARLES B. GRIFFITH
... "backyard farms" ... up along the river road in madison, maine, i wonder what might really be going on ...
... addendum: upon close inspection, i wondered about a gimongous greenhouse filled with tomato plants being referred to as a "campus" ... i looked it up, discovering to my delight that the word "campus" in latin means "field" ... princeton college, just before the war for independence, was the first school to thus refer to its grounds ...
"Feed me Seymour, feed me all night long.
That's right, boy!
You can do it!
Feed me, Seymour, feed me all night long.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
'Cause if you feed me, Seymour,
I can grow up big and strong!
—CHARLES B. GRIFFITH
... "backyard farms" ... up along the river road in madison, maine, i wonder what might really be going on ...
... addendum: upon close inspection, i wondered about a gimongous greenhouse filled with tomato plants being referred to as a "campus" ... i looked it up, discovering to my delight that the word "campus" in latin means "field" ... princeton college, just before the war for independence, was the first school to thus refer to its grounds ...