Beating the Goat at Midnight

I call it Thunderhead, though I have yet to unleash upon it to confirm its namesake. It was midnight this Sunday morning when I finally got to beat the old goat skin into the night air. I played some variations on Saidi and Masmoudi to get a feel for the resonance and response on this new drum.

Gävlebocken (The Gävle Goat)

In a small city north of Stockholm, 5,000 onlookers welcome a giant Goat as it is unveiled each year around Yule. For several decades now, the Gävle Goat has made a historical mark in Gävle history as it is either sacrificed or spared during the Winter. In 1969 the goat was burned on New Year’s… Continue reading Gävlebocken (The Gävle Goat)

Trash Trolls

At the local dumpster facility, there’s a little house adjacent the compacter where, as Amy points out, there lives a little Trash Troll. When you show up with bundles of trash, the Trash Troll creeps out of his domicile and attacks you with riddles or simply thwarts your tribute of trash. Usually, I am thwarted… Continue reading Trash Trolls

Drunken Goat Cheese

In what could very well be a new *thing*, I’ve indulged in a new cheese never before known to my palate. It was Isi’s (soon to have a linkable blog) inspiration that got me to do this. That is, Isi talked about a “Tour de Cheese” to have a chance at trying lots of different… Continue reading Drunken Goat Cheese

I’ve Always Wanted to be…a Lumberjack!

My mom arrived home today after spending most of the week in Sedona, AZ for a medical conference. She does these conferences when there’s an opportunity, and it’s required to maintain her accreditations. This particular conference was on alternative medicines. She had expected there to be a lot of hooey, though as she admits now,… Continue reading I’ve Always Wanted to be…a Lumberjack!

The Epitome of Disgusting Males

We traveled out to my mom’s place, Dancing Goat’s Farm, for the day. There we visited with her and my grandmother and her sister. They’re “refugees of Hurricane Ivan” as Gwen (my grand aunt) put it. At any rate, my mom enlightened us to the behavior of a male goat with a field of female… Continue reading The Epitome of Disgusting Males