SNOPP!

Me and my mum were baking and on my demand she made a PENIS! She's so much fun..
Apart from that, i haven't been doing much. Taking a walk past the small cucumber-looking things that explode when you touch them and to the liqour store and back again and putting my mp3s into folders. I haven't even read and i missed it.
Books rule!

every little thing that is discovered

Ok Andreas, maybe we are not that pretentious, but we are clichéd as hell. It was somewhere between taking arty pictures with my new camera, listening to Tom Waits Nick Cave Einstürzende Neubauten Skinny Puppy and talking about Bret Easton’s new book Michael Moore Chomsky Dostojevskij Kafka Dave McKean Laibach and NSK and… I’m almost too ashamed to say this… the war in Iraq…

…That i realized this.

But it was nice anyway. We watched a stupid horror movie, played with the cat, drank beer and ate candy. Andreas truly is a good friend.

And at the moment i like being in Göteborg. Yesterday we listened to Ghostman by Skinny Puppy that always reminds me of Susanne and sometimes of our several hours walks in the neighbourhood. Walking around here, on pavement and by the sea and sometimes read is almost all i want to do.

I know that i can’t have everything all the time. Yesterday i wanted Stebbi to come over and drink beer with us, and i wanted Gudni to stop by at the party on New Year’s Eve and have a drink with me, but it all gets so difficult when there is no tram connection between Reykjavík and Sweden. Nor is there teleportation.

Bah.

incl. Christmas Morning Pictures taken by NEW camera!

This morning i saved the rat that had been living in the house for some days. My brother had told me that it had leave, or else we’d kill it, so when i went into the bathroom it was sitting on the pile of clothes waiting for us to bring it out. My mum found a bucket and the story got a happy ending (spite my feet after walking on frozen ground!).
Christmas has been Christmas indeed. I got everything i wished for and more, and the whole family has been hanging around here for some days now. At the moment we (except from sleeping sister) are drinking lapsang, eating chocolate and playing with the new printer.

I hope you are good as well.

God Jul!

jul

pictures taken by Rosa Heed

home and dry (Merry Christmas, Raimondo!)

Came home late last night, or early this morning. My mum, with new hairdo but still great-looking, picked me up and brought me home to naked trees and shining stars in the windows. Those orange paper stars we have here in Sweden; very traditional.
There is no place like home.

Ps. I seem to have forgotten all my make up at your place; use it for Icelandic masquerades if you want but do not throw it away. Keep it somewhere safe or hand it over to Anne. Thanks.

Beware of The Friendly Stranger

I recognize this Boards of Canada song! Salad Fingers..? Dearest sister Rosa, how i'm looking forward to hang out with you and look at stuff on the computer while eating your food experiments.

Apart from that, i'm not really.. It is not that fun to leave.
Met up with Joost and Óli yesterday, tried to socialize and wake up Dóri but didn't really succeed. Went to Ölstofan, ran into someone i danced with once upon a time in spring and went back to Fjólugata to burn some cd:s and stare into the wall.

And sorry; Siggi, Steini, Sigurgeir and all the other people i didn't have the time to say goodbye too: you know i'll be back.

The One Thousand things to do in Two Nights

I feel miserable; having a sore throat, running nose and a body that is tired. Today i intend to meet up with everyone, socialize, buy christmas gifts and pack most of my things. Ugh.
And i'm coughing as well!
Stackars Malva!

Dreamt tonight that Seamus was together with Ida Hansson, and that i somehow tried to explain to him what an allegory was by referring to the book "amphigorey" by Edward Gorey. Ida bought me, Leonard and herself cups of tea and we lined them up on a table in a fancy café.
The other night someone was giving birth in a record store but in reality, waken life, Sabrina's water broke the same morning.
Dreams are fun.

fumbler/fálmari

ha-HA! Anne and me found a toaster the other day that burns skulls onto the sneiðar, and this time you can really see the bones and the grinning skull. Pirate breakfast.
Had a busy week and no time for blogging. Went to Kolaportið on Sunday and found some really nice books and two pairs of shoes; ran into Sabrina and Camilla and was almost flying on my way home. Euphoria! The best word there is!
"Orð! Orðin ein! Hve ægileg voru þau! Hve ljós, lifandi og miskunnarlaus! Þau urðu ekki umflúin. Og þó, hvílikir leynitöfrar fólust ekki í þeim. Þau virtist vera þess megnug að formlausum hlutum líf og mynd og eiga sinn eigin tónagaldur svo þýðan sem fiðlunnar eða lútunnar. Orðin ein! Var nokkuð svo raunverulegt, sem orð?"
Yes, i did find Dorian Gray in Icelandic. Yes, I am obsessing about the book.
Hmmm…
On Wednesday I celebrated Lucia with some friends; made lussekatter and drank glögg. Went to Sirkus to see Ghostigital and they are so so SO good!

Oh and the weekend! I got a new friend on Friday; Magnús (visited him on Wednesday, note to self: find a darkroom to rent). We were puzzling, playing kalaha and talking talking talking. It is nice to meet new friends.
Met up with Joost and Óli later on and danced to New Order and Gus Gus in Kaffibarinn.
Burnt a toast because I was too busy blogging, ha ha
On Saturday evening I was invited to my mum’s friends and had some real food. Really: fish soup, garlic bread. I love my life here but it was very relaxing to be in this safe grown-up atmosphere for some hours with real furniture and… uh… grown-ups.
Went to Fjólugata afterwards to be young and to drink whiskey and vodka together with Joost and talk about love and relationships… while Mushi, the cat, gave birth to Malva, Booy and Mlakar on his couch. Joost dressed up as Hunter S. Thompson and around 4 am we went out, tricked us in as VIP:s and danced in bar 11 until i got… tired… and went home. Met some weirdo on the way who tried all pick-up lines “I know you want to kiss me, but you are too shy!” there are and who seems to be Stefán’s neighbour (met weirdo on Monday outside the house; he tried to hold me, I’m not joking! There are plenty of weirdoes out there..). This city is actually very small and I’m still not used to it.
Went to Fjólugata yesterday where Óli told me and Joost the story of the fall of the house of Usher (and a good story-teller he is), and also had a movie-night with Stefán.
Doughnuts and samlokubrauð with marmite for breakfast.
Life is good.

These Days

…are good days.
But uh, you know, it always gets harder to write a post the longer you’ve not been blogging. Did this sentence make any sense? I suppose i’m excused; today i went shopping (rainbow panties and writing on laptop all evening wohoo!) with Anne and Hanna and spent a lot of time and money in Smáralind. What else? Butterflies (they tickle a bit but are kind of fun) and pain (probably malnutrition; I only eat bread and pastries but try to drink some orange juice every now and then) in stomach. I’ve taken a bath. The tub is full of pubic hairs and i was surprised to see that i have so many left. Seriously, the water was full of them! They might be some creatures made out of Keratin that start to breed as soon as they get in contact with water… i don’t know. The hair on my head is also growing; last week it fell down over my eyebrows and insists on staying there. I might cut it.

Aha! Bækur. Jag gillar böcker. Joost came over on saturday and lent me “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”, and i’m already reading two other books but couldn’t resist starting on this one. So far so good. Talked about books with Stefán on sunday and met Gudni later on to get my Dorian Gray back. And to have some tea, of course.
My oh my, how i like Oscar Wilde...

“All art is at once surface and symbol.
Those who go beneath the surface do so at their own peril.
Those who read the symbol do so at their own peril.
It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work of art shows the work is new, complex, and vital.
/…/
All art is quite useless.”