Whither the Dulcinea?

She planned on going to Gomeroke last night, but an 8:30 bedtime beckoned.

Oh well. There will be another Tuesday, another Gomeroke.

These boots were made for walking

I got a taste for a twice-daily walk while house sitting, but haven't yet gotten myself out for a proper walk with the boy.

This post was gonna be a call for Gomeroke pardners. I usually go by my lonesome, which is fine, but a bit lonesome. Anyone up for a little Gomeroke next Tuesday night?

Here's the thing about having an awesome new TV antenna: I find myself watching way more news than I usually do, and that is thoroughly depressing.

The world sucks, apparently.

And so I pour another drink, to numb the pain.

Yours faithfully,

The Dulcinea

Living in a Gamer's Paradise

Palmer's friend C is at GenCon in Indiana this week and blogging it. Next year I hope Palmer will be able to attend, as he is a gaming dork par excellence.

Whoo hoo and a boo

My sofa and loveseat were delivered today. Oops, my living room is not as big as the showroom. We have some rearranging to do.

BUT I HAVE A SOFA!!!!!!!!

That's the whoo hoo.

The boo is that there is no Gomeroke tonight, so I'm going to have to amuse myself for the evening.

Yes, every blog post here at The Dulcinea Speaks HAS to mention Gomeroke. It's in my contract.

You're allowed to be afraid of your totem animal, right?

Last night Palmer saved me. From a bat. The boy was going to take a bath (we are housesitting in addition to moving this week) when he saw what at first he described as "a bird", but upon closer inspection shrieked, "IT'S A BAT!!!"

He and I hid out in the bedroom for a minute while I tried to remember what to do with a bat in the house. I came up with the best plan available to me: Call my mommy. When that didn't elicite much in the practical idea area, I called Palmer (who was staying at our new pad for the first time last night), and after he gave me some great practical ideas, I got him to come over and help me implement them (he wasn't too excited, from the sound of his voice).

After some towel throwing and sheet waving (and a lightbulb being broken), we ushered the bat out of the front door (although there was a perfectly good door upstairs to fly through, silly thing).

Palmer went home to bed, and the little boy (who had been in the bath and hiding again in the bedroom during Bat-o-mergency 08) tried to wind down after all that excitement.

Later on I found what I assumed was a dead bat in a box fan upstairs. I figure it must have squeezed itself in between two broken slats when the fan was off, and then been stunned by the fan being turned on and eventually died of dehydration.

As the post title suggests, I consider bats, in my completely culture stealing way, to be my totem animal. That is, I feel that bats are special to me (WHEN OUTSIDE) that I have an affinity to them. I once had a cinderella moment when I was walking near my grandmother's house and a bat kept swooping near me. I was a teenager and dressed all in black, and it was very demi-goth and cool. And my first tattoo was of a bat. Her name is Koko (yes, after the sign-language speaking gorilla).

Tonight will be Palmer and my first night together in our new home. I think last night's bat catching and subsequent light bulb sweeping was a good bonding experience. Hopefully he didn't lose too much sleep!

Moving house

I'm in the midst of moving, will be back by the end of August.

(I did end up doing Creep at Gomeroke, and had a blast).

More Tuesday Gomeroke wishes

Creep Lyrics

I think this song scrolling through a sparkly heart perfectly sums it up for me.

This is tonight's ponder. Should I make it to Gomeroke, this is probably what I'll pick to sing.

The List

I really do need to start a proper list of songs I want to do @ Gomeroke. I never seem to know just what I want to sing (with the exception of "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac). Tonight Palmer and I are gaming, but that sometimes ends early and I might find myself yearning to sing a little something tonight... We'll see.

Anyhow, the list will be written one day. You'll be the first to see it.

Ain't No Party LIke A Blogspot Party...

Cuz a Blogspot Party Don't Stop!

Unless the blogger neglects to post anything on the blog.

It's been a slow summer, but seeing as I have 30 days to be out of my apartment, I do believe things are going to be picking up pace any minute now. Lucky for me half of my stuff is still in boxes, so it's just moving stuff around at first. Then onto packing what was unpacked. I kept most of my boxes from the last move as well, so I'm doing well on that count too! Hooray!

Cute Boys

Sunday in MKE

Sunday we went to brunch and head back to Madison. I don't have any pictures of the detour around I-94 though.

Weeks Late: The Birthday Post

I had a birthday. It was pretty good.

Currently: Drinking Coffee and Playing Spiderman Monopoly

Oh well, I'm not the best of bloggers lately. But I've been *doing* stuff, so I've been busy.

One thing I did was quit summer school, which makes me pretty happy (although the repercussions may be larger than I thought at first). Our first week of vacation has included bowling trips and a picnic on the Capitol lawn. It's been lovely out too, a nice change from the torrential raininess of a couple of weeks ago.

I do have things to report, so I'll be back with more at some point.

Sort of...

I'm studying! Sort of. Yesterday was the first day of Geometry, about which I am more excited after the first day than I thought I'd be.

The power is out this morning at my place, so I'm at a local java joint and am very nearly studying. I read two paragraphs in the book. That's a start, right?

I'm also highly caffeinated, so that should help me stay focused. Unless I've had *too* much coffee, in which case, all bets are off.

Anyhow, I'm going to put the 'puter to sleep and go study. Really.

The Three of Us

Create your own family sticker graphic at pYzam.com

Here Comes The Sun

A little wishful thinking on this rainy Thursday...

My Home Away from Home

A place I come to for a bit of R&R.
And the Mother's Milk that is Huber Bock.

Sassy, like a cow

On Saturday afternoon we had a grand adventure at The Sassy Cow Creamery.

It was their grand opening celebration, so we were treated to not only free milk, ice cream, and cheese, but a tour of both the farm and the processing plant as well.

They have a stock car sponsored by them and Thonys Think Tank, which has the unfortunate distinction of having poor grammar on their portion of the car. I immediately thought of "Eats, Shoots, and Leaves" when I saw this one.

It was a fantastic time, and I was happy to see a thriving family farm.
There was a 5 day old calf, and they had a contest to name her. M chose "Mary", which I suppose we could consider a deceptively simple selection.
Later on we got to see some just-about-to-calve cows, including one who was about to give birth - was actually starting to give birth. I myself was a bit freaked out by it, if only because it reminded me of the last time I gave birth (to M). It was a long time ago, but I won't soon forget the experience. Ah, the circle of life.

The Sassy Cow Creamery processes milk from Baerwolf Farms. Brothers Rob and James are the farmers, and only milk from their cows goes through the dairy.
Chuck the Plant Manager took us through for a tour of the processing facility, which is right behind the retail shop.

They process both organic and conventional milk there, and it all starts here, where milk is pumped in to one of two tanks (organic in one, conventional in the other). Chuck explained that organic milk is always run first and on clean equipment so that no conventional milk is in the product.

There were huge pallets of plastic bottles which looked really cool.
Then we walked through some rubber mats with "soapy" water in them. Chuck explained that the footbath was part of the food safety precautions they took in the plant, because of the potentially dangerous bacteria Listeria. So we all left slightly soapy-looking foot prints in our wake.


All of the processing equipment looked really interesting. We learned how the milk comes in and goes out at 40 degrees, but in between is heated to 166.9, which is the pasteurization point. It goes from that temperature back down to 40 degrees by being run through a chiller.And this thing has something to do with the butterfat content of whatever they are processing, but I can't remember what it does. Basically it sounds as if they separate the milk from the cream and then mix them back up in the right proportions (for skim, 2%, etc.).


The freestall open barn was interesting. The cows who were close to giving birth were on hay but the other cows we saw were "sand bedded", which was supposed to be comfortable for them. The cows were pretty non plussed by all of us walking through, and some were even comfortable getting pet on the head or neck.



Baerwolf Farms/Sassy Cow are going to be coming to the Cows on the Concourse with many other dairy farms and cows on Saturday June 7. It's a fun time with lots and lots of dairy foods to eat and cows to meet. Definitely recommended, especially if you can't get out to the farm.

I picked up some locally produced cheese and the ever-tasty Potter's Crackers from here in Madison, as well as a half-gallon of milk. It tickles me to drink milk from a farm I've seen, touched, and smelled.

Sassy Cow Creamery Milk is sold in Madison (I saw their Organic stuff at Woody's East for a mere 5.79 USD a gallon), and around Dane county. Check out their website for more info about the farms and dairy.

I definitely think a visit to The Sassy Cow Creamery is in our future again, even if they are not having a special event. It is a short drive with some really pretty scenery, and I'm sure we can find more places to visit nearby.

See Palmer's post for more pictures (including the cow about to give birth).

And he's humble too...

Palmer and I at the Reptile Palace Orchestra show atop Monona Terrace Convention Center.

Lunch

I had: Sushi from the cart on the corner of King and Pinckney.

Arch had: Coffee and a ham sandwich*.

*(metaphorical).

A Great Success

Okay, so I didn't win *anything* in the raffle, and there were only three porta-potties this year (I swear there were at least 4 at past events), and I couldn't inveigle anyone in my family to come. Besides those small things, the 11th Annual WORT Block Party was a raging success. I even remembered to wear sun screen on my face so I only have the lightest hint of colour from my hours in the sun.

I think it is fair to say that this Block Party is a must attend tradition for me. Palmer had to be in Chicago, so unfortunately I was on my own for a chunk of the day, but there was plenty to see and do and tons of folks to talk to.

First off, I have to say that WORT volunteers are amazing. I can count myself in their number in an extremely limited capacity, but I see the same dedicated people at event after event, promoting the station, doing community events, and generally just being a presence off air. This was a great block party to be a part of and the block party goers and vendors were all pretty swell.

Cindy is the sweetest poodle. She was rocking a skull and crossbones doggie sweater. Last year I saw her hanging out in the basket of her human's bike. She's a WORT Block Party regular, too!


It was such a fun day! The weather was odd, partly cloudy most of the day, sometimes quite chilly until the sun came out, but it stayed dry. The music was fun, and I took pictures of all the bands but none of them came out very well. The Nob Hill Boys started the day off with bluegrass and had the crowd eating out of their hands by the end of the set.

Conspicuously absent from my photographic record are any pictures of the "No Crap on Tap" beer table, brought out by the Madison Homebrewers and Tasters. Considering how much time I spent near it, I don't know how I got away without even one photograph. How odd.

I did, however, get a picture of my first beer and my lunch. The beer was a Flanders Ned Red from Grumpy Troll in Mount Horeb. It was fresh and tangy with a sour flavour. Really nice beer. Went perfectly with my Dorowat on Injera from Buraka (so happy they were there this year).
I ran into lots of folks I knew, some who I inveigled to come down to the Block Party, some who were staff and volunteers at the station, and the rest just folks I've known from as far back as 18 years and as recently as a month. There were tons of families there, including one with a two-year old who was such a fan of Rockin' John that he made him a card. I overheard his folks saying that they listened to his show every week and the kid couldn't get enough. He was pretty thrilled to meet his radio hero.

Here are the friends of mine I managed to take pictures of, I'm kind of bummed that I didn't take *more* photos. I guess after 3 Grumpy Troll Beers (the Flanders, the Spetznaz Stout and the ass-kicking Maggie IPA) and a delicious Lake Louie Brew that I couldn't even finish, I wasn't much for picture taking.

E and M enjoying a Family Farm Defender's Grilled Cheese sammy.
Miss P and I in and end of the day embrace.N rocking the giraffe umbrellaMe and Palmer's friend K
All in all it was a fabulous day. I highly recommend putting this on your to do list for 2009.

And the "lam" lies down on Broadway

The weirdest thing about being with Palmer is how I will suddenly get a prog rock song stuck in my head and it will take me HOURS to get it out.

Playing Scrabulous just now I hit one out of the park with LAM in a corner (triple word and double letter I think) for 19 points.

And IMMEDIATELY, Genesis pops into my head...

Beers, Beats, Battlestar Galactica

So I dragged myself out to Gomeroke last night and had a grand time. My dates bailed on me and Palmer had to be up early to travel out of town, so I was on my own. Hesitated on the sign up and found myself near the bottom of the second set - I really *did* try to pace myself (even drank some water, go me!), but I think it's safe to say I was not sober by the time I got up to sing.

Being their anniversary show, there were plenty of performers and audience members who were really revved up about the event, and some great performances. I will definitely be scheduling another Gomeroke night, because it is fun.

It was a good time, people were gracious afterward, and I ended up running into someone that I hadn't seen in a while and bitched about school, which is a nice thing to do every now and again. Got myself a nice cab home and was safe and sound in my bed by 1am watching Battlestar Galactica, which my friend T has been kind enough to addict me to.

Thanks, T!

Dreams

I've been having lots of dreams lately, half-remembered (if that) once I wake.

Vaguely remember being on/watching a British quiz show where "what is longitude" was described very oddly, but it was the right answer.

A few nights ago had another strange dream which I cannot even remember now, but trust me, it was of the same ilk. I woke half remembering something which felt as though it had happened already.

Being able to describe one's dreams well is a talent I fear I lack at the moment.

The dreams themselves have been very vivid, at least.

Northside Farmer's Market: the non-review

So Palmer and I managed to get ourselves to the Northside Farmer's Market this morning, and it was cold and rainy, and frankly, I had no patience for taking pictures or noting exactly what vendors were there.

I *do* know that I was able to use my Quest card to purchase tokens which I exchanged with vendors for food items. I picked up a bag of really nice (well washed) spinach, two bags of rhubarb, a few nice hot house tomatoes, some delicious italian sesame seed cookies (which were, apparently, my Mother's Day gift to myself, as I ate them all), and some green onions.

I used the tomatoes and spinach for M Day brunch, and I'm looking forward to making a crumb topped rhubarb pie tomorrow.

At some point later in the season I'll do a proper post with pictures and more of a rundown of what's available at the market. Today there were a lot of gorgeous flowers available, but I'm just not shopping for plants at the moment.

One nice touch were colourful paper bags with "Happy Mother's Day" stamped on them and little pansie plants inside, free for the taking. So I have one plant to try and keep alive. Wish me luck.

Gomeroke!

This coming Tuesday is the Gomeroke 4 year anniversary party! I'm planning on getting to the show ($5, starts at 9), we'll see how that pans out.

Gomeroke is, to put it plainly, AWESOME.

Check out the Gomers here (MySpace warning), and their song list (and an explanation of Gomeroke) can be found here.

I'm thinking of "Harden my Heart" by Quarterflash, for my primadonna performance. I don't see the song on the list, but I'll email them beforehand to see if they can do it!

Holy Democracy, Batman

Quest for local foods

So, in case you didn't know, the Dulcinea is flat broke. Well, not busted, but due to medical complaints she hasn't been working for a while. Wisconsin Foodshare is back in play for our household (money for the little one, but not for me), so I'm looking forward to using our "Quest" card (the electronic replacement for paper food stamps) at the Willy St. Co-op to buy local foods.

The other place I'm even more excited about is the Northside Farmer's Market, where you can use your Quest card to purchase tokens and use those with each vendor (for qualified items).

The Northside Market is on Sundays, and I haven't gone this year (this past Sunday Opened the Market). Perhaps this week, as I'll be in the market for fresh local eggs and honey, never mind some good locally produced meat and whatever vegetable matter has become available thus far (ooh, it looks like RHUBARB and SPINACH are expected!!!! Squee!).

I'm really looking forward to it.

Local Eats

I've been focusing on eating more locally produced things, which means getting my chocolate from Gail Ambrosius, my beer from anywhere in Wisconsin (more on beer another day) and this evening, my ice cream from The Chocolate Shoppe, via Woodman's.

Bobby Bryan Band at the Brink

Finally getting out to see a little Non-Progressive rock this week:

Thursday at The Brink Lounge, 8pm.

Be there!

Bobby Bryan Band (warning, music/MySpace page, but if you can, listen to "Forty Days"!)


A little snippet from the last time Palmer and I head out to see the BBB at the BL can be seen here.

Green!

Veggies at Viet Hoa Grocery store on Monona Drive.

Sunday

What a beautiful day this turned out to be. For reasons known and unknown, I am thoroughly exhausted and can't seem to wake up fully.

Right now I've got half an hour until I am supposed to go play Legos Star Wars with the boy.

POWER NAP!

David Rees: Comic Genius

Excuse me, but I have something to say about the Reverend Wright scandal.

Hello? Maybe you didn't hear me: I said, I have something to say about the Reverend Wright scandal.

OMG, You GUYS!!!!!111!!!

It's been way too long since I have posted. The Dulcinea has been through all kinds of self-inflicted mess lately. Or biochemically inflicted mess, or meteorologically inflicted mess, take your pick.

Anyhow, today Palmer and I very nearly signed the lease for our new place. Very nearly but not quite as the landlady couldn't make it. But I cleaned my apartment and we are on for tomorrow!

Tonight is the 2nd Most exciting night of the month, as PROG is playing at the High Noon Saloon.
Although there is a rumour that they will not be playing "And You and I", it should still be good fun and I heartily recommend the show.

I'm planning on spending more time blogging here, but plans are easily foiled, so we will see. At the moment it's time for leftover Thai curry and sticky rice and maybe a game of Wii bowling to get me ready to ROCK later on tonight. Yes, life is good.

ETA: Forget Wii Bowling, Wii Boxing is where it's at. Wow, what a way to get out my aggressions.

I can't stand the rain

I'm a little ashamed to admit this is the first time I have heard the original version of this song. I know it best from The Commitments.

But it gave me the shivers. I need to brush up on my R&B. Seriously.

Yeah, really cool

Holy shite, your heroine is on the YouTube!
My life is now worth something.

The Dulcinea is Dead

Long Live The Dulcinea!

Yep, Spring time is just around the corner, literally, I feel it licking at me. Unpleasantly. I find the riot of light in spring has a deleterious effect onmy ability to deal with both the inner and outer world.

But after the first rage of LIGHT and GREEN there is a calm, when trees have leaved and birds bred, and I can peek my head up from under the layers of winter hermitage and be a part of the outside world again.

The shades remain drawn, but the windows are open, and the air...the air is SO SWEET. Workmen across the street (one who peppers each sentence with 'fuck' as other people might say 'um') are intermittently making a great deal of noise, and then seeming to disappear, suddenly.

The melancholy Netflix selections (Human Nature, Winter Passing) are just perfect for my not-quite-ready-for-the-world mood today.

I'm trying out new philosophies, ways of thinking of myself my life. "Each day it's own day" is what just occurred to me. Yesterday does not have to be today, and today is not yesterday.

The Dulcinea is Dead, Long Live The Dulcinea!

I was commanded by anonymous to post

Well, here it is!

Sick in bed, miserable, and angry about being too ill to bake Valentine's Day cookies.

And Hastings, I owe you an email!

Nothing.

Seriously, there is nothing going on in my life right now. Besides the regular things (school, fam, boyfriend). It's fairly mellow. Downright dull.

And was pointed out to me by one of my three MySpace friends (after I'd bailed from MySpace after a month or so), I have social networking fatigue. I DO! I'm sick of blogging into the ether with little return.

That reminds me. Since I've got nothing going on, and I know you are reading this, why not comment here and let me know what's up with you? That'd be keen.

Fugees and Funyuns

I need to LAUGH today.

Here's to hoping Hot Rod is way funnier than Talladega Nights.

I keep forgetting to put the Zack Galafinakis DVD onto my Netflix queue, but have rectified that situation this morning.

I can't be the only one

...who walked out of Sweeny Todd really wanting a meat pie.