Tag Archives: Reykjavik

Country Life / City Life in Iceland

You might as well mix it up, eh.

In Iceland, even the grass has a mind of its own.


And the clouds.

This makes farming hard. There are even traffic rules for tractors in downtown Reykjavik!!!!!

Well, you can always make some art.

And the geese have run away for the day.

Under the cover of the rain.

Sheep, too.

Just try to make a living like that!

Can’t even walk across your field without breaking a hoof.

And the fields are vertical. Tricksy.

And your horses are begging from passersby.

Sheesh.

You wind up commuting into town for work, that’s what.

Danger in that in summer too. Not enough tourists in the summer in the rain to keep down the grass.

Note to self: bring a weed whacker.

After all, gas is expensive.

And the artists have gone strange.

It’s not normal, you know.

 

Good thing there’s golf!



Well, yeah, the wind’s blowing, but, hey, you know. You can always pretend its not there.

Right?

Right!

 

 

Having Fun keeping Warm with the Fairies in the Icelandic (Oh Not Really) Cold

Six years back, these ads for warm weather clothing were all the rage.

A melancholy bunch, but they appealed to visitors of European heritage.

Who just want to go where it is cold and to be warm there, or at least are willing to let their bodies remember all that.

Of course, the ads were made in New York.

But their appeal was solid.

Today, the ads are still about superhuman melancholy, about prowess in conditions that would slay most others, but with adventure. No longer is being bodily present in Iceland enough. You have to be an airplane.

And of course, at the same time still be a vulnerable waif, even with a bit of fear and disdain.

Ah, Iceland, still playing with fairy lore after all these years.

Imagine if the Icelanders just got up one day and redefined the human myth instead! I’m waiting for that day.

Perhaps new glasses first?

Reykjavik’s Wall Against the Cold

Why does Reykjavik build a wall to separate itself from Iceland?

To keep back the sea, perhaps. On an island, this may be the way: one is always blocked by water. It can be comforting. As things evolve, however, blocking behaviour become internalized, and then when your colonizers give you cars, why, you can always drive around, right? There remains no price for blocking … or does there? Or does “driving around” still not untie an old, old knot?

The Amazing Survival of Fishing Culture in Downtown Reyjkavik

Just think of her all day, staring out at that black gable, and dreaming of real life, with her fur hair and her golden elf scarf.

Tax free, too. With butterflies. Icelandic shopkeepers really know how to adapt fishing technology to the new international tourism schools!