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Skold!

If you’re going to toss back an Einstök or a Gull, well, “Cheers, Mate!” might not do. “Skold!”, translated oh-so-lovingly, as “Skull!” will do. Oh, those viking types. They’re fooling with us.

Troll Skull at Gullfoss

Skold = skull = Schale (bowl) = skull(ing oar), ie scoop = sculpt, and so on. It is a space that fills with the energy that fills emptiness and brings forth life out of emptiness, so, to say it again, outside of trollspeak, “To Luck!”, or “Fortune be with you!” Yes, that’s right, every drink is a lottery!

Except in an early morning snowstorm in April, when you’ve been walking since 5 a.m. and the darned takeaway around the corner is closed tight, still, at. 9. What’s with that, eh! Oh, let’s ask the locals:

Right. Drinks all around, I say. Skold!

Spring is in the Air

Yes, literally. It’s in the air. Is this is it?

5am

 

No, That’s an Aluminum Boat at 5 a.m.

Pointed at the Smelter over the Hills and Not-So-Far-Away. Home is where the heart is. Reykjavik

This is spring.

8 am

8 a.m. in Reykjavik

See? Spring is in the air.

But, what’s this? Old friends!

8 am 2

Well Met, Travellers!

See that spring stuff? Yeah, in the air.

Fortunately, there are remedies for spring …

815am

 

Your Blog at 8:15 a.m., about to fall over to the right.

Note the sad look. That’s because the remedy is CLOSED. Brennivin, by the way, is Akavit made with Icelandic moss and stuff, and with half the kick of the Danish stuff, which is liable to make an existentialist out of you, but really boots the German stuff (Aquavit) all the way back to Hamburg.

Everyone, when you see the sun, cheer, bang pots, call out Hae! or something. It needs a little encouragement.