The Market Place

In the Market Place. Yes, your friendly local Farmers' Market.

We all know that it's fantastic for picking up fruits, vegetables, spices, herbs, flowers, artisan cheeses, baked delicacies, gourmet condiments, and herbal apothecary goods. Here, performers gather to entertain the crowds, and every manner of people-watching flourishes. Yet the question I'd like to pose is: are you really deriving every possible benefit from your market place experience?

May I suggest that your local Farmers' Market is a wonderful venue to seek a...well, a hook-up.

Besides the produce on offer being fresh and local, there is an excellent chance that that certain someone who catches your eye is also local and fresh. 

Eat Me! Eat Me! Eat Me!

Far be it from me to repute the excellence of pick-up bars, honky-tonks, roadhouses, and dens of ill-repute (ah, the memories!), but we should examine the possibilities of exploring other fields of romantic endeavor--and why not begin with a literal field, that's all I'm saying (and please do take note of my chastely not supplying farmer's daughters/sons jokes, which I would never put on the web ('cause I demand to be feted first).

Find a honey at the market, and there's a good potentiality that this is a special someone...who can make you an omelet from farm culled eggs from happy free-range hens, seasoned with oregano, thick slices of wholewheat bread and raspberry jam, and cups of chicory coffee. (Wouldn't that be nice?)

As if this argument weren't persuasive, you also get to meet and greet the people who grow our food (or their adorable representatives) and support sustainable, local agriculture (doing well while doing good). Now you're part of a community, among fine folks who care what they put into their bodies (in a manner of speaking...).

Imagine yourself meandering around the glorious open vortex of the market, warm breezes of a summer afternoon caressing your skin, while friends, neighbors, and hot strangers come together in a ritual that is timeless and contemporary.

Fresh. Oh so fresh.

I Find Myself Wanting (An Explanation in Three Parts)

I. I Find Myself Wanting to advance the cause of sustainability and stewardship of the environment. To be a proactive artist/activist. To engage the community in social practice art that creates an awareness of our interdependence.

II. I Find Myself Wanting; acutely aware that habits, faults, and inclinations hinder the advancement of my ideas and ideals. That the better angels of my nature are waging battle with ego and self-interest (see “Ergo, the Ego,” “Big” and “Bigger”); fighting the forces of entropy.

III.I Find Myself Wanting – a hamburger. No, a cheeseburger. Fries. Diet soda – screw that, this is no time for restraint – a very large chocolate shake, and an apple pie. A cigarette, a spicy Bloody Mary, a hit, a brew, a cigar, followed in short order by a double espresso.