Springtime
With the return of Spring, it's time to get back on the bikes. Not only does Kathleen commute, but I like it to get around and to exercise when I'm off work.
One of the things we like to do is to ride over to the Saturday morning Farmer's Market. Somewhere, I remember reading that McKibben's Deep Economy contains a statistic to the effect that 10 times more conversations are struck up in local markets like this than at Wal-Mart. I believe it - I usually don't bother asking Wally World employees for help because they generally are about as familiar with their own stock as I am. But the employees at both the local co-op usually know where to find stuff. Sure enough, the FM didn't disappoint.
The animal shelter was out with a pack of dogs. I met an old friend who was working with them; she said they had adopted out 7 dogs that day. I would have guessed 7 per week was about normal.
Then we came across a bluegrass band (The Salty Dogs). Many dogs sitting around, beckoning the wife to pet them. I struck up a conversation with Matt, who was riding a modified bicycle he used for "bike tramping". It was modified with an Xtracycle, which I thought would be something useful for grocery shopping. Matt had some, um, unorthodox views of the world, including a belief (that we did not explore) that the current economic downturn was intentionally arranged; that fluoride (which he described as an "iron oxide" class of chemical) was used to dumb down the population, a trick we picked up from the Nazis; that Kissinger was a criminal; that Godzilla-derived foods from Monsanto were poisoning us and causing diabetes; that those foods and water in plastic bottles were causing cancer; that this nation has a scary hive mentality; and some kind of anti-immigrant thing. As we parted, I realized that it's probably a good thing I keep my mouth shut since I probably come across the same way to the average person.
After that, my wife stumbled upon someone selling sewn goods [1] right across from someone with a ... is that? Yes, it's a Nolan Chart with dozens of little stick-on stars on it. No doubt as to who these people are. They were just packing up the booth (we got there late), so I stopped to confirm my suspicions. They saw me eyeing the chart, asked if I wanted to take the World's Smallest Political Quiz, I pointed to the top corner and told them I could save them some time if they would just put my star "here". They wanted to know if I wanted to join and I made a crack about being president of the Anarchy Club. "Oh, no, we're not anarchists, but someone called us ... what was that? Minimists?" I suggested, "Minarchists?" "Yeah, that was it." Er, several years ago, the Chair, the lonely, lonely Chair, asked if I would like to be Vice Chair of the county LP. I turned him down. Even then, I thought there was something vaguely wrong, and now I know (thanks to Kevin Carson) that the thing that bothered me most (still does) was the vulgarity of the LP. Anti-tax, anti-regulation, but not necessarily anti-large corporation. As if Wal-Mart sized organizations sprung up shortly after the foundations of the Ziggurat of Ur were laid.
Next up: someone advertising an Earth Day bicycle ride.
Then a woman selling some really interesting red chile sauce mix (note to MR readers: "chili" is a greasy concoction of beans and hamburger meat favored in Texas, "chile" is a red or green fruit noted for its spicy hotness and used in Mexican cuisine). Very good, less than half the price of the canned stuff we were using for enchiladas (its a very particular, locally canned sauce that we like), and much spicier.
Then, two people who were sitting in for the abuelita who sells fresh local herbs and spices (she may be a curandera?). Turns out she is the mother of one. Her meticulously packed plastic bags are hand-labeled, sometimes with very interesting descriptions and misspellings.
Then, our favorite vendor. We usually get a few sticks of incense from her for the shop. Today, she has a new dog that she just adopted (Buddy).
Then, we look at the interesting homemade breads, grains, nuts, and other stuff sold by a family who practices their own faith that seems to be an eclectic mix of Mennonism and Seventh Day Adventism. Good snack cakes, we got there too late to get any. On to the Asian artist who sells really, really decadent deserts, coffee cakes, etc.
Yeah, this is a lot more fun than Wally World or the Sons of Albert.
[UPDATE: Oh yeah, now I remember what Matt's anti-immigrant thing was: actually, it wasn't anti-immigrant so much as it was pro North American Union. He had implied that there was no real enforcement of immigration laws because, as we all know, the USA and the dollar are going to be gone in the next couple of years. Lest it be thought that I am tring to make him out to be a crackpot, let me say that he seems like a really nice guy and someone you'd probably want around in a Mad Max scenario.]
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[1] I learned from her that Albertson's is offering a $0.05 discount if you bring your own bags. I bought reusable bags from the Albertson's in Albuquerque. I take them into Wal-Mart with me. Gradually, I hope to get their checkers trained to hand stuff to me so I can load my own bag.
One of the things we like to do is to ride over to the Saturday morning Farmer's Market. Somewhere, I remember reading that McKibben's Deep Economy contains a statistic to the effect that 10 times more conversations are struck up in local markets like this than at Wal-Mart. I believe it - I usually don't bother asking Wally World employees for help because they generally are about as familiar with their own stock as I am. But the employees at both the local co-op usually know where to find stuff. Sure enough, the FM didn't disappoint.
The animal shelter was out with a pack of dogs. I met an old friend who was working with them; she said they had adopted out 7 dogs that day. I would have guessed 7 per week was about normal.
Then we came across a bluegrass band (The Salty Dogs). Many dogs sitting around, beckoning the wife to pet them. I struck up a conversation with Matt, who was riding a modified bicycle he used for "bike tramping". It was modified with an Xtracycle, which I thought would be something useful for grocery shopping. Matt had some, um, unorthodox views of the world, including a belief (that we did not explore) that the current economic downturn was intentionally arranged; that fluoride (which he described as an "iron oxide" class of chemical) was used to dumb down the population, a trick we picked up from the Nazis; that Kissinger was a criminal; that Godzilla-derived foods from Monsanto were poisoning us and causing diabetes; that those foods and water in plastic bottles were causing cancer; that this nation has a scary hive mentality; and some kind of anti-immigrant thing. As we parted, I realized that it's probably a good thing I keep my mouth shut since I probably come across the same way to the average person.
After that, my wife stumbled upon someone selling sewn goods [1] right across from someone with a ... is that? Yes, it's a Nolan Chart with dozens of little stick-on stars on it. No doubt as to who these people are. They were just packing up the booth (we got there late), so I stopped to confirm my suspicions. They saw me eyeing the chart, asked if I wanted to take the World's Smallest Political Quiz, I pointed to the top corner and told them I could save them some time if they would just put my star "here". They wanted to know if I wanted to join and I made a crack about being president of the Anarchy Club. "Oh, no, we're not anarchists, but someone called us ... what was that? Minimists?" I suggested, "Minarchists?" "Yeah, that was it." Er, several years ago, the Chair, the lonely, lonely Chair, asked if I would like to be Vice Chair of the county LP. I turned him down. Even then, I thought there was something vaguely wrong, and now I know (thanks to Kevin Carson) that the thing that bothered me most (still does) was the vulgarity of the LP. Anti-tax, anti-regulation, but not necessarily anti-large corporation. As if Wal-Mart sized organizations sprung up shortly after the foundations of the Ziggurat of Ur were laid.
Next up: someone advertising an Earth Day bicycle ride.
Then a woman selling some really interesting red chile sauce mix (note to MR readers: "chili" is a greasy concoction of beans and hamburger meat favored in Texas, "chile" is a red or green fruit noted for its spicy hotness and used in Mexican cuisine). Very good, less than half the price of the canned stuff we were using for enchiladas (its a very particular, locally canned sauce that we like), and much spicier.
Then, two people who were sitting in for the abuelita who sells fresh local herbs and spices (she may be a curandera?). Turns out she is the mother of one. Her meticulously packed plastic bags are hand-labeled, sometimes with very interesting descriptions and misspellings.
Then, our favorite vendor. We usually get a few sticks of incense from her for the shop. Today, she has a new dog that she just adopted (Buddy).
Then, we look at the interesting homemade breads, grains, nuts, and other stuff sold by a family who practices their own faith that seems to be an eclectic mix of Mennonism and Seventh Day Adventism. Good snack cakes, we got there too late to get any. On to the Asian artist who sells really, really decadent deserts, coffee cakes, etc.
Yeah, this is a lot more fun than Wally World or the Sons of Albert.
[UPDATE: Oh yeah, now I remember what Matt's anti-immigrant thing was: actually, it wasn't anti-immigrant so much as it was pro North American Union. He had implied that there was no real enforcement of immigration laws because, as we all know, the USA and the dollar are going to be gone in the next couple of years. Lest it be thought that I am tring to make him out to be a crackpot, let me say that he seems like a really nice guy and someone you'd probably want around in a Mad Max scenario.]
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[1] I learned from her that Albertson's is offering a $0.05 discount if you bring your own bags. I bought reusable bags from the Albertson's in Albuquerque. I take them into Wal-Mart with me. Gradually, I hope to get their checkers trained to hand stuff to me so I can load my own bag.
Labels: culture, decentralization, transportation


