You! Me! Dancing! @ the Rathskeller.

Tomorrow I will be singing and dancing to pure pop joy. I will drink beer and sing along with any friends that are about, perhaps new ones.

Here's a tune: "Death to Los Campesinos!"

Hey all Madison folk.

The Freakin' Deacon trying to slide past you once more...

I started a new blog about Madison area Country (Folk, Americana, Bluegrass, etc.) music. You can find it Here. I'm always open for pointers and such so please check it out, and let me know what you think.

Peace,

The Freakin' Deacon

Dude, We're Getting the Church Back Together!!!

Wow.

It feels really good to be in Madison again. I have really missed this town. I have also become inured to ignoring my neighbors - a habit I hope to change as I settle in to my new neighborhood. It's just weird to see people being FRIENDLY when you walk past them.

Seriously, what the hell is wrong with Manitowoc? All that beer, and still no one's happy. Huh.

It's been awesome, though, being welcomed back into the loving arms of my favorite town - and having the joy of knowing that my friends are mere miles away. I can make it from here to Hamilton House in 20 minutes flat (if traffic lights will let me through). LOVE IT!!

It's good to be home.

Mysterious Ways

This whole anticipated move to Madison (4 days and counting!!!) is a series of events that have made me wonder if the universe is trying to tell me something. The Freakin' Deacon and I discussed this a couple weeks ago - all of the random events that had to occur in order to make this transition possible just happened so neatly. The first event was Mason's decision to leave UWGB and pursue his BA through UW Milwaukee's online program. Shortly after that I received an email from my school about a graduate nurse residency at UW Hospital. Those two occurrences prompted us to up our move to Madison a year. Then we found the best house ever in a great location. And while I wasn't initially offered the job at UW Hospital, I managed to find my dream job in Baraboo. (Note of interest: UW called last week to offer me a position in their psych unit - I feel better about myself) So all these things have come together so neatly. We get to move to a fantastic city, live in a beautiful house in a great location, and I get to work at a job I could never have imagined I would be offered straight out of college. Of course, had UW offered me a job right off the bat, I wouldn't have looked at Baraboo in the first place.

So is the universe trying to convince me that yes, everything does in fact happen for a reason? Or, as the Freakin' Deacon posited, is the universe rewarding us for not being sheep? I could almost believe that the FSM reached out a noodley appendage and made everything come together just perfectly. Makes as much sense as anything else....