my favorite icelandic names

Auðun
Eiríkur
Eydís
Þruma

the girl with bullets

if there's one thing i can't stand it's gender roles. as i was switching channels to see what was on the tv, i realized i was at a lost. it's sunday, i don't enjoy watching football, or watching action movies from the eighties. so i turned it on the tv guide channel to get the schedule for the next hour. along comes the spike channel, aka the channel for "men". and this is what they had lined up, monster truck rallies, some show about pimping out your "ride", and some stupid shit about some hot model of the month. who says guys need to be interested in that kind of shit? and why must every woman featured on spike network need to look like a fucking joke? this channel does not speak for all guys, and if i was one, i would be somewhat offended.

now as far as the women on the channel, i have no problem with you wanting to be sexy, feel sexy or just play guys for chumps. but there's a difference between showing your sexuality and exploiting it. this channel is just an inaccurate portrayal of the world. (except LA.) and some people weak enough to follow actually conform to these ideals...

and of course, these gender roles start from birth. the second a baby pops out the whoo haa we drown it with pastel blues and pinks. we give them gender specific toys, and brainwash them with godforsaken commercials of consumption. "this is what you're supposed to like, this is how your supposed to be." it's only a form of control..

scratched bicycle

dorothy is definitely enjoying her time in india.i want her to come to iceland too. hopefully she'll accept the offer as i have no one else to speak english to.

svalbard

i've decided to explore the unexplored corners of the earth..so i've made the decision to plan a trip to svalbard before i die. they're only 2,000 people living here and honestly, i'm not even sure how to get there.

oh, how the boat drifts

i was finally able to meet felix before he flew off to germany. we've been trying to coordinate something but nothing had seemed to work out..well not until the last day at least. but i'm glad i was able to see him again. we ended up going to dadeland since he wanted to blow the last of his euro's. his friend who had played tennis with him at our highschool came to pick me up. he was a really nice , genuine guy but he had a really shitty van . it was a little embarressing to get out of. now, i'm not the materialistic type or anything but..it was just a really shitty van to be seen in :oD and it was a little bit comical because he kept dropping us off at places where there were alot of people to go find a parking space. felix had to buy some cookies and candy for his sisters, and when he dropped us off at the front of the grocery store, i didn't have enough time to fully close the door! so he drove off and the side door popped right open. so there he was driving his shitty ass van with the door wide open trying to get a parking space. ha

i told him i wanted to come to germany around the summer..i think that would be a really great trip for gudni and i. we wouldn't have to waste money on a crappy hotel either.

the amateur show

i started to organize all my books neatly in the bookcase today. i was on the verge of tackling the whole guest room but... no i couldn't do it. it's just to much of a mess. i'm just gonna have to wait until i get that "spirit cleaning" in me. it's just this random force that empowers me to clean something. it's like a now or never kind of emotion. it's actually pretty helpful. all i need are some nails..perhaps some tape to hang up all those pictures i have yet to hang.

anyways, i found my favorite picture of gudni and i. it's the one where we're out on the balcony. the weather was like nothing i'd ever expect in iceland. i was wearing my short sleeved dress,and sunglasses. gudni was shirtless and tanning-that kind of hot. but it was so nice to be next to him. we were blasting eg and just talking about nothing. i loved that balcony, it was painted red like the rest of the apartment building. (which was so awesome) we had candles hanging out front and our laundry behind us, a really nice view of our sjoppa, and the dagmamma's backyard with all those little babies napping.. and some hill with a really weird looking tower, and that guy who lived right across from us who kept his curtains open and always went inside the kitchen to open the fridge. sometimes, we'd end up battling giant bees and horseflies but for the most part, they didn't bother us too much.

playlist

wolfmother-where eagles have been
fifty foot hose-if not this time
kingston wall-could it be so?
can-halleluhwah
black sabbath-planet caravan
jefferson airplane-plastic fantastic lover
dungen-familj
the doors-alabama song
the moody blues-voices in the sky
the brian jonestown massacre-it girl
the turtles-happy together
the hollies-jesus was a crossmaker
crosby stills and nash-cold rain
the yardbirds-turn into earth
fairport convention-wizard of the worldly game
kaleidoscope-the sky children
del shannon-runaway
donovan-summer day reflection song
traffic-love
the mama's and the papa's-go where you wanna go

o zittre nicht

mozart

O zittre nicht, mein lieber Sohn
Du bist unschuldig, weise, fromm;
Ein Jüngling, so wie du, vermag am besten
Dies tiefbetrübte Mutterherz zu trösten.

Zum Leiden bin ich auserkoren,
Denn meine Tochter fehlet mir;
Durch sie ging all mein Glück verloren,
Ein Bösewicht entfloh mit ihr.
Noch seh ich ihr Zittern
Mit bangem Erschüttern,
Ihr ängstliches Beben,
Ihr schüchternes Streben.
Ich musste sie mir rauben sehen,
Ach, helft! ach helft! war alles, was sie sprach.
Allein vergebens war ihr Flehen,
Denn meine Hilfe war zu schwach.

Du, du, du wirst sie zu befreien gehen,
Du wirst der Tochter Retter sein.
Und werd' ich dich als Sieger sehen,
So sei sie dann auf ewig dein.

what it takes to be a maverick

* If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents, you're "exotic, different."
* If you grow up in Alaska eating moose burgers, you're a quintessential American story.

* If your name is Barack, you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim.
* If you name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, you're a maverick.

* If you graduate from Harvard Law School, you are unstable.
* If you attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, you're well grounded.

* If you spend 3 years as a community organizer, become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter registration drive that registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a Constitutional Law professor, spend 8 years as a State Senator representing a district with over 750,000 people, become chairman of the state Senate's Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate representing a state of 13 million people while sponsoring 131 bills and serving on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works and Veteran's Affairs committees, you don't have any real leadership experience.
* If your total resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city council and 6 years as the mayor of a town with less than 7,000 people, 20 months as the governor of a state with only 650,000 people, then you're qualified to become the country's second highest ranking executive.

* If you have been married to the same woman for 19 years while raising 2 beautiful daughters, all within Protestant churches, you're not a real Christian.
* If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, and left your disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month, you're a Christian.

* If you teach responsible, age appropriate sex education, including the proper use of birth control, you are eroding the fiber of society.
* If, while governor, you staunchly advocate abstinence only, with no other option in sex education in your state's school system, while your unwed teen daughter ends up pregnant, you're very responsible.

* If your wife is a Harvard graduate lawyer who gave up a position in a prestigious law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city community, then gave that up to raise a family, your family's values don't represent America's.
* If you're husband is nicknamed "First Dude", with at least one DWI conviction and no college education, who didn't register to vote until age 25 and once was a member of a group that advocated the secession of Alaska from the USA, your family is extremely admirable.

ok, much clearer now

plútó

barbara and i have been friends for much to long. i feel like we've gone beyond that level. once i moved to california, we barely talked. and it was my fault i'll admit that. i have a slight problem keeping contact with people and i hardly ever called her. but once my life lead me back to florida, we picked up right where we left off. it was as if nothing had changed.

our friendship survived that. two years of hardly speaking to each other. i always considered her my best friend though, and i never once forgot about her. i know once i move to iceland i won't make the same mistake twice. i don't really have friends there, so i would definately hold on to her whenever i needed someone to talk to.

nothingnothingnothing

i have nothing to write. this place doesn't inspire me. it only hinders creation. there's just nothing to say..nothing to talk about. nothing worthwhile. but i'll update once i come across something to talk about..

"but mostly i just wanted to tell you how much i love you"
gudni is what keeps me going nowadays..

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Violin Concerto No.5 in A, K.219 - 1. Allegro aperto

"i align my chakras"

today was alright. my first class happened to go by pretty fast. we were discussing..ehh who cares what we where discussing. after class ended i met up with justin and another girl i went to high school with but never talked to. she was actually a really sweet girl. we walked to the coffee shop across the street and just shot the shit for..about 2 hours. all of our classes start at around 12:40. i think i've basically learned to except people for who they are. dorothy taught me that one. anywho..acting class was a little strange. my professor fractured her jawbone playing soccer so she couldn't really "talk that much" as she explained to us--but for a fractured jaw, she was talking pretty much. i mean like..10 minute stories here. there's this girl in class whose pretty "in the know" on the whole drama scene at mdc. she talks about being really spritual and into..meditation with.."body highs" and chakras and shit like that.you would think someone like that would be pretty open and understanding, but she comes off as being so pompous and full of herself. all she talks about is herself and her meditation..i think she's pretty phony. i mean..she lead the way to like a fifteen minute unnecessary convo between her and 2 other girls about meditation and other bullshit. and sure, thats cool if we're kind of tapping on the subject, but she was just ready to burn at least half an hour with her bullshit. you can tell she just likes the sound of her own voice. it was that type of thing..talk talk talk blaahhh blaah but just shit comming out. i mean this is acting class not meditation class.

anyways, other then that..
well..there's nothing much else.