Memes, Yoinked

First, something Txanne has been doing for a while now: today's farmers' market haul! Adam and I hit the U District Farmers' Market on a whim, which meant I had neither cash nor bags, but I did have a three-year-old. This not an ideal combination, but everyone was very nice and took my checks, and many of them offered me big paper bags. Adam doesn't quite get that "samples" are not the same as "snacks," but I think we kept our rudeness to a minimum.

Port Madison Farm: a lump of plain chevre and a wedge of spring cheese. (Attention Annie: I think this is the same stuff we got from the meat-and-cheese-lady in Rome - remember, the stuff that looks like Havarti, but with a milder flavor? This was their last one for the year, what with spring being a long while back, and I grabbed it like a crazy person, but keep an eye out.)

Billy's: four peaches (unknown variety; Adam picked them), two wee artichokes, a bunch of basil, a basket of heirloom cherry tomatoes, and a basket of very late, super-sweet strawberries

Toboton Creek Farm: goat meat for stew - I've never tried goat before; I'm very excited.

Appel Farms: squeaky cheese curds (because Adam kept coming back for samples-onna-stick) and quark

Foraged & Found: chanterelles! We loves them, precious!

La Pasta: sage gnocchi, smoked salmon pasta, and a red sauce with cream

Sea Breeze Farm: Pesto, eggs, ricotta saltata, and a pound of Coopworth wool (very dirty)

A lot of people are selling peaches and tomatoes as seconds right now; I may go back next week and try to score some for sauce and jam. I didn't have a free set of hands this time. Plus, they seem to come in the cute wooden fruit crates!

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And, on a totally different note, a quiz from Arguchik:

What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Midland   "You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.
The West
Boston
North Central
The Inland North
The South
Philadelphia
The Northeast
What American accent do you have? Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

Apparently I'm in ur quiz, skewing ur statistics.

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And, because it's neat: The Ampersand

For Erika

What sort of trackback voodoo are you working over there, woman? My site traffic just went through the roof! Not that anyone comments... Sniff, sniff. Don't mind me, I'll just sit here in the dark...

To all the new visitors, welcome! Take off your coats, stay a while. I really am about to update this thing in a big way (just as soon as I can find a toddler-free moment), but in the meantime, we here at Zeitgeist have several years worth of archives for your reading pleasure.

Memes for the Blogless

As a public service, I present the soundtrack of Blogless Zach's life:

See below though for the soundtrack of my life. I rather like how it turned out in a few places. My "breaking up" is a little surreal, and my "final battle scene" seems a bit off. But my "mental breakdown" and "getting back together" are pretty damn cool, and my "death scene" imported from Run Lola Run is gonna fuckin' rock!

Opening Credits - "Loser" (Cracker)
Waking Up - "Smashed to Splinters" (Pete Krebs)
First Day of School - "One by One All Day" (The Shins)
Fight Song - "Woke from Dreaming" (The Delgados)
Breaking Up - "Closing Time" (The Muppet Show)
Happiness - "Crazy He Calls Me" (Aretha Franklin)
Life's Okay - "I Don't Want Him Anymore" (Nina Simone)
Mental Breakdown - "Yesterday When I Was Mad" (The Pet Shop Boys)
Driving - "Angels" (Robbie Williams)
Flashback - "On the Bus Mall" (The Decemberists)
Getting Back Together - "Absolutely Fabulous Remix" (The Pet Shop Boys)
Wedding Song - "I Can't Touch You Anymore" (The Magnetic Fields)
Birth of First Child - "Pilot of the Airwaves" (Charlie Dore)
Final Battle Scene - "Like a Prayer" (Madonna)
Death Scene - "Somebody Has to Pay" (Susie Van Der Meer - Run Lola Run Soundtrack)
Funeral Song - "Sweet Child O' Mine" (Luna)
End Credits - "Rusty" (Idlewild)

Meme Time: Soundtracks

A meme yoinked from Wrap and Turn:

Here are the rules:
If your life was a movie, what would the soundtrack be?
1. Open your mp3 library
2. Put it on shuffle.
3. Press Play.
4. For every question, type the song that's playing.
5. When you go to a new question, press the Next button.
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool.
7. Don't skip songs.

1. Opening credits: Complainte de la Butte, Moulin Rouge Soundtrack
2. Waking up: Chump Change, The New Pornographers
3. First day of school: Irish Rover, Grafton Street
4. Fight song: Driven Like the Snow, Sisters of Mercy
5. Breaking up: Panic in Detroit, David Bowie
6. Happiness: Blood Sings, Suzanne Vega
7. Life's okay: Ladies First, Queen Latifah & Monie Love
8. Mental breakdown: Jump They Say, David Bowie
9. Driving: Joey's on the Street Again, The Boomtown Rats
10. Flashback: Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps), David Bowie
11. Getting back together: I Shall Be Released, Joan Baez
12. Wedding song: Streets of Laredo, Johnny Cash
13. Birth of first child: Use Once and Destroy, Hole
14. Final battle scene: Fast Car, Tracy Chapman
15. Death scene: Banana Republic, The Boomtown Rats
16. Funeral song: Tear Stained Letter, Johnny Cash
17. End credits: She Talks to Rainbows, The Ramones

Okay, these either make no sense, or they're kind of scary. Stelle d'oro for anyone who can make a coherent, non-Sid and Nancy-ish plot out of this.

Also, I seem to have a lot of Bowie at work.

Brigid in Cyberspace

Today is Bloggers' Silent Poetry Reading Day.

I first ran into this poem in an episode of The Simpsons (so cultured!) and fell in love with it. I mostly associate poetry with doom and gloom, since upbeat poetry is generally so poorly written, but this one feels hopeful without being schmaltzy.

If—
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master;
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run--
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!