A True Story of This Morning
Me: Walking to 7-11 and passing a small field/large garden.
Farmer: Late 50s, white hair, leaning on a hoe.
Farmer: Say, you going to work today?
Me: No- just to the store.
Farmer: Do you know there is a large forest near here? Well, I heard they’ve got a festival going on in the forest clearing. You ought to go take a look. Lot’s of vegetables for sale.
Me: ok, Thanks
Farmer: Here, I’ll mark it on your map*.
>>you just learned Forest Festival Location Why not go and check it out?< <
Holy Crap Life is like an RPG sometimes
I better trade off my Wooden Sword for the iron one before I go and stock up on potions.
*He did not offer to mark it on my map. That was just to be clever.
______UPDATE_______(a few hours Later)
It was a “Green & Flower Festival” and everyone was either 1/2 of an elderly couple, or 1/3 of a young family (think: Hip Father+Hot Mom+Illegally Cute Baby/Toddler.) Or a Mascot. The people who were running the show were letting kids get their pictures taken with it by a man with a polaroid. I stepped in to ask if I could too could get a photo. The guy was polite (not too happy) and said yes, (Martin Parr’s self portraits flashing through my mind kind of) and gave me a picture to take home.
You’ll probably have to trade your Leica for some of those fresh veggies once you get to the clearing. My RPG got me to The Rathole yesterday lunchtime. Impressed with the treasures on offer less impressed with the miserable gnome running the show though. And what’s with the q next door to enter an empty store to buy t-shirts?
Comment by akikana — 4/29/2007 @ 10:03 am
Was it the Friedlander show still? I bet the Guh-Nome was in his mid thirties, with short/buzzed hair and thick framed glasses. That dude is a prick. What is it with galleries and art and snob behavior?
Comment by John — 4/29/2007 @ 2:16 pm