No revolution today, please

I know that the spirit of the farmer's market is a buy local, go green, eat organic, vote Obama, hemp t-shirt hippie nonsense - and that's fine with me, as it's a hippie nonsense I by and large endorse. But the heart of the market (any market) is a capitalist spirit, and as such I strongly encourage attendees of the farmer's market to please stop meandering! Show some initiative and encourage efficiency, and please don't stand in the middle of the aisle with your big Trader Joe's shopping bag, and your wheeled cart, and your two kids, and your golden retriever, and your life partner, and have a conversation about whether or not the peaches looked better at this stand or that stand - some of us are trying to buy peaches at any stand, but we're stuck over by the kale because you are taking up all the space. Love yer damn neighbor, people!

I did get peaches, without killing anyone of importance. Also tomatoes and corn (which the ferrets have hidden under the radiator - they like the texture of the husks). And bread I won't eat before it goes stale, but I couldn't resist because fresh bread is too good to say no to. Mmmm....toast.

I also almost ran into a guy I haven't seen for years - he was the drummer (the spectacular, madly talented drummer) of a band I was in, and I was next to him at the bread counter when I heard him give his email addy to someone to my left, and I thought "How many Batworths can there be in Baltimore?" Only one relevant one, but he was in a conversation, and I didn't really want to interrupt, and become one of those space-taking-up people noted above. But I googled him when I got home (as you do), and he has a myspace (because he's still in a band, and when you are in a band, they issue you a myspace page). Perhaps I will dig up my myspace login info and log in and friend him.

They are repaving the street outside my house, and have been doing so since 7am. Welcome home!