This has been just a gloomy winter in so many ways...but this weekend pulled me out of my mood...at least a little.Â Saturday Market is open for business again and it's amazing how having just one little tasty treat can give me hope!Â
Marty and I have been going to Saturday Market since we moved here (he lived in Portland for a while before I did, and I'm pretty sure he went to the very first one ever) and our ritual is having a spring roll and hum bao.Â This time I just went for the fluffy hot hum bao.Â So good.Â We were trying to remember how much they cost when we first started going, and he thinks it wasÂ 75 cents for the spring roll which is now $3.50.Â Kind of like gasoline.Â
I also found an artist that I hadn't seen since a festival at the Resort at the Mountain almost 6 years ago.Â It was great to find her and of course I bought something.Â AND the guy with the cajun spices who sells me everytime with that incredible personality and smile!Â I know I can get spices anywhere, but I love his banter and the experience.Â Smart marketing too...he was giving away samples on chicken bits!Â I did use the spices on some grilling I did this weekend and it was delicious.
I'll confess, I'm not a big fan of the show "Portlandia"Â on IFC, Â but many of my friends just love the heck out of it.Â I guess I sort of look atÂ Portland events and life that goes on here,Â like Saturday Market, as REAL Portlandia.Â You don't have to TRY to make a funny...it just is funny, and unique, and endearing to me.Â My friend who just moved to the Rose City asked me why I don't like the show ,Â and she can quote almost every sketch.Â I guess because I've lived here so damn long that the whole "Keep Portland Weird" thing sort of hits me as "yeah, so?"Â It's part of Portland's charm, it's quirky ways, it's politics...all of it.Â It's just where we live and to me it seems normal.Â My family loves to get stories of how strange Portland is and tell me like it's a little dig.Â Whatever...
The BEST book of strange tales of Portland comes from local author Chuck Palahniuk, "Fugitives and Refugees: A Walk in Portland Oregon".Â If you live here, or have family and friends who live elsewhere and just "don't get it" when it comes to our beloved quirky ways, hand them this book.Â It will save some time.
I'm looking forward to strolling around Saturday Market in the better weather ahead...whenever that will be.
This is a funny list from the website McSweeny's.net: http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/lists/24peck.html
I'll print it here for you, but there's other funny stuff on his site. Visit and see. Also tell me what your favorite line in here is. Mine is the Allman Brothers...
What Your Favorite Classic Rock Band Says About You.
BY JOHN PECK- - - -The Doors: You have been bitten by an animal while trying to get it stoned.
The Who: You own a Goldwing with a baby-changing station.
Ted Nugent: Your hair has at some point been caught in a ceiling fan, boat propeller, or lathe.
The Rolling Stones: You own three cars and no stereo.
Canned Heat: You own three stereos and no car.
The Beatles: You can do exactly 1.5 pull-ups.
Badfinger: You are a Beatle.
Deep Purple: Some part of a law named after a young girl applies to you.
Led Zeppelin: The first three things you smoked were banana peels, catnip, and poppies, in that order.
Jimi Hendrix: You are under 20 or over 65.
The Kinks: You have bad teeth and are good in bed.
The Guess Who: You have good teeth and are bad in bed.
Black Sabbath: Your greatest joy is painting unventilated rooms.
David Bowie: There is still, somewhere, a Dig Dug or Zaxxon machine with your high score on it.
Mott the Hoople: You are David Bowie.
The Moody Blues: You are a former volunteer at the Liberace museum, a serial killer, or both.
The Grateful Dead: Your stories about the seventies make your daughter's roommates at Tufts very uncomfortable.
T-Rex: No matter how much you clean, there will always be trace amounts of glitter on your stove and blender.
The Eagles: You can only reach orgasm while listening to talk radio.
Pink Floyd: Your garage is full of failed versions of your stereo/barbecue hybrid.
Thin Lizzy: You are often forced to change or cancel your plans due to "NO LOITERING" signs.
ZZ Top: Your favorite Hank Williams is Hank Williams, Jr.
Chicago: You are incapable of talking about Chicago without mentioning their horn section.
Quicksilver Messenger Service: You become sullen when people don't stick around while you fix their vacuum cleaners.
Crosby, Stills & Nash: You own an oversized hat.
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young: You own three or more oversized hats.
Jefferson Airplane: You make your living buying and selling oversized hats.
AC/DC: You only remove your socks to shower, and then only reluctantly.
Aerosmith: You know a store that still sells puffy Reeboks.
Van Halen: You have a Peeing Calvin bumper sticker on your Jeep.
Sammy Hagar: You have a Peeing Calvin bumper sticker on your Subaru Brat.
Bachman-Turner Overdrive: You have an actual urine stain on your Subaru Brat.
Uriah Heep: You are the cause of the urine stain.
Santana: You have had an hours-long conversation with someone before realizing it was just a pile of clothes.
Rainbow: You have worn sweatpants to a funeral.
Foreigner: You have a severely wrinkled Jane Fonda poster under your bed.
Styx: You have a severely wrinkled Foreigner poster under your bed.
Allman Brothers Band: You do not own a bong, but can quickly make one from a piece of fruit or an abandoned toilet.
Bad Company: You have sustained several alcohol-related injuries involving sheetrock.
Cream: You know a guy who knows a guy who worked on Star Wars.
Journey: You own those running shoes that are shaped like feet.
Lynyrd Skynyrd: You somehow have both long hair and a sunburned scalp.
Yes: Your ideal partner would be into both tantric sex and fat guys.
Creedence Clearwater Revival: You are frequently missing part of an eyebrow.
Rush: You carry a small flashlight everywhere, and use it at least three times a day.
Blue Cheer: You have a subset of friends whose sole purpose is to hold your hair while you vomit.
Boston: Your best friend really likes Blue Cheer.
Steely Dan: You have snorted cocaine off a copy of Remembrance of Things Past.
Fleetwood Mac: You have snorted cocaine off a copy of The Hobbit.
Blue Oyster Cult: You have snorted cocaine off a copy of Type 2 Diabetes for Dummies.
Mountain: You have snorted cocaine off a Blue Oyster Cult record.
Nazareth: You have snorted cocaine off a member of Mountain.
Hawkwind: You sell cocaine to Nazareth fans.
Molly Hatchet: You sell baking soda to Hawkwind fans and tell them it's cocaine.
Jethro Tull: You have a favorite rune.
Our Marketing Mavin, Blogger Extraordinaire, Amy the KGON'sider has been missing in action on the KGON blog lately. I know she has several followers who must be wondering what's going on, so let me reassure you that she's still here in the building taking way too many meetings and dealing with the day to day insanity that we love around this radio world. Not to mention that she has children to raise, and another life outside of these walls.
That's all. Just didn't want you to worry.