Iceland Music Experience: Jeff Who?

Another great song by a clipless band. They call themelevs "Jeff Who?" but who really cares? And even if you do, there is no Wikipedia entry, no official website, nothing! (all they have is a Myspace page). The title of the song is "Congratulations" and it's one of my favorites. So, enjoy the music and note

"Congratulations you won, you made a fool of everyone"...

Don't pay attention to me

Take a look at the view!



What you see in the video was a short and unsuccessful attempt to reclaim my golden years 'copper years maybe' as a skater boy. I blame this lousy performance on the scenery around me. I was too much distracted.

It all took place in Grundarfjörður, a small town not far from where I live. (I think I should stop saying "small town" all the times, they are all small...)

Anyway, I wasn't sure if I should post this video or not. After all comebacks, tend to look ridiculous (NKOTB?!) Don't you think so?

Saying Goodbye

I know some of you are reading this title and thinking to yourselves: "good riddance." I'm sorry to disappoint you; I'm not going anywhere just yet. Besides, my critics are my best readers, they never miss a column and I don't want to disappoint them. You can call it a columnist’s responsibly.

I'll start this with a little confession. I'm in love with this country. It was love at first sight. A rush of excitement straight to the blood stream. With all her defects and the fact the she is broke; she is still beautiful to me. I still find her attractive and even sort of sexy (I even refer the country as "she").

Like many other love stories, sometimes it takes few tears to make it real.

Two of my best friends here recently moved to Norway. Sky-high interest rates on their recently-bought house and car was the final straw. So they decided to move away and join another friend who had already left few months ago and settled down in Norway.

They said their decision hadn’t been easy but reports that their salaries would be double or even triple their salaries in Iceland along with better health and social services made their decision easier. They sold their two flat screen TVs and the rest of whatever they could get rid off and were ready to set sail.

All this happened only a few days after the news broke that Icelanders were returning from Norway after having moved there at the beginning of the kreppa. The report claimed that the number of people leaving and returning was the same.

I don't know if it's true or just an attempt to create a better mood for the rest of us who stayed here. The fact is, the economy situation still sucks and there are no real signs that things are going to get any better in the near future.

The Icelandic króna is at a record low and the people in charge seem lost. With not much of a choice, Icelanders leave for a better future and I think no one can blame them for it.

The weekend before my friends’ departure they invited me to a small farewell party. We sat with a few beers and talked about everything, past, present and future.

Just a few moments before I finally left the party I felt the need to tell them: "This farewell party should be for me."

I was being sincere. Normally I would feel happy for my friends embarking on a new adventure and wish them good luck.

I know how it is to move away and start something new. I did it myself (look where I am) but this time I felt like I'm the one being left behind.

The good luck wishes were supposed to be said to me and the rest of the people who stayed here just trying day by day to keep their heads above water. I really believe that considering the way things look right now, our best hope is probably luck.

My romance with this country has had its ups and downs. Everyone has their bad moments. Now it's Iceland that happens to be down.

I still love this country and I try to do my best to make it easier on us. However, seeing how things are going for both of us now and regardless of how important love is, sometimes love isn’t enough.

Published in Iceland Review October 18 2009.

Ásdís Rán: The Interview

Recently chosen the most sexy blonde in Bulgaria and the hottest woman in Iceland by the Complex magazine USA. Ásdís Rán Gunnarsdóttir is an Icelandic icon. Iceland's first top model also known as the Ice Queen is a very busy girl. Between running her model agency, posing for the best men magazines and participating in a new TV show called the "Footballers wife's" she is also taking care of her family. The Ice Queen has three kids and a husband which is also a football star.



If she looks familiar is probably because you already seen Ásdís Rán in beautiful Icelandic women post I dedicated to her some time ago. Now she agreed to answer some questions about her life, career and more...

My Deadly Truths: How is modeling changed your life?

Ásdís Rán: It has for sure given me better self confidence. I'm more secure about myself and have a stronger personality. Also, it makes me happy to be able to work and have a career in what I love to do, I get good payment and in the same time I can support my family.

M.D.T: Now that you moved to Bulgaria with your family. Are the Bulgarian people treat you any different than the Icelanders?
Ásdís Rán: Iceland is a tiny country so the celebrity world is really not comparable to Bulgaria where many millions of people live and the market is huge. I always felt the Icelandic people are a bit arrogant comparing to people in other countries that I have lived in. So I think that is the biggest difference.

M.D.T: Who is your role model?

Ásdís Rán:I have never had any special one, I just look up to people that have an ambition and the drive to follow up their dreams...

MDT: Where do you see yourself 5 years from now?

Ásdís Rán: On the top of the world ;)



M.D.T:. What is your favorite part about your body?

Ásdís Rán: I have to say the face, regarding the body then I have 3 kids so I try to do the best out of what I have left! hehe..

M.D.T: What is your favorite photo set?

Ásdís Rán: Hmmm.... It would be my Maxim or MAX photo session, they are both very nice..

M.D.T: What do you like to do in your free time, hobbies?

Ásdís Rán: Travel, work out, relax and spend time with my kids.

M.D.T: Truth or fiction. Ásdís Rán on the cover of Playboy magazine?

Ásdís Rán: It might happen some day. I was very close to do it this spring but baled out on the last minute - Anyway I might change my mind in the near future ;)



M.D.T: You participated in many modeling contests around the globe. To your opinion, is it true the the Icelandic women are the most beautiful in the world?

Ásdís Rán: I have really never competed in a beauty contest, just been chosen of the press or on the internet as the most sexy or beautiful woman. Regarding Icelandic women I think they are very natural and beautiful, the Icelandic beauty is very attractive and they are for sure amount the most beautiful in the world.

Click here to see more of Ásdís Rán.

Icelandic Music Experience: Hjálmar

I don't have much to say about this band Hjálmar, except that they play Icelandic Reggae, and they are on the radio all the time. It's not a misprint, I really said "Icelandic Reggae" and it's actually pretty good. They even look cute like this with their sophisticated style playing Reggae and all...It's Viking Reggae in it's best. Enjoy!

"Filthy Jews talking crap"

Interesting comment I just got in my beautiful Icelandic women blog.

"Can someone please explain why it is wherever you go to look up and research anything having to do with Scandinavian people, culture or countries you always find a couple wretched filthy jews talking crap?

What does a jewish terrorist (i mean revolutionary) have ANYthing to do with this article? Nothing.

Its also strange theres Jews from Tel Aviv looking up 'icelandic women' [9uy: Even Jews know that Icelandic women considered to be the most beautiful in the world.] aswel. The last thing Iceland needs is a bunch of perverted jews infecting their community. As if robbing their economy wasnt bad enough with your banking scams.

How ironic that a jew would leave a comment here saying this woman isnt beautiful and call her a slut. Typical Jewish character to lash out and try to destroy the most beautiful things in life... things they can never obtain Wither be their women, art, inventions or historic legacy.. the jews have never accomplished anything worth mentioning and they know it. So they lash out with their bitter self hatred by trying to taint and infect everything else around them so that they might feel at home in their never ending misery.

They are truly a disgusting race of wretched people. The mythical european troll was derived from the jews and their wretched charecter. No other people have been chased out of so many nations and civilizations like the Jews have. Expelled over 300times in 2000years... everywhere from Africa, the Middle East, Europe, Asia and America. No other people are hated with such a collective of world wide resentment.

As if the Jews have nothing else better to do then sit around on their computers, surfing the internet looking for gorgeous women [9uy: Look who's talking...] to defame, ridicule and slander as a way of convincing themselves they might possibly be better then something other then the pile of shit the entire world views them as. Call me anything you want. Noone gives a shit what the Jews have to say anymore [9uy: yeah right]. So burn in the deepest parts of hell where you wretched people belong. I only hope i live to see the day Israel burns into ash."

Thank you "ian". I found few contradictions in your comment, but beside that I have to applaud you. Even a Jew couldn't say it better.

P.s
I labeled this post as "Culture and Society" because I don't have (yet) a special label for "Stupid racist".

Sheep meet their God

Here in Iceland, I started a new tradition of eating lamb on Saturday nights. But don't worry, it's not what I'm going to talk about here...

After my previous story of The God of Sheep, which happened two weeks ago, it is time for the conclusion of the story.

Yesterday night I finally got the phone call I was long expecting, "Tomorrow morning we are going to kill the Sheep" the voice said on the phone. I woke up early, ate breakfast, took my camera and went to see how the story ends.

The place was small and crowded. The sheep trailer was standing right next to the entrance door.

The first thing that I noticed when I stepped in to what looked like a storage room, was the silence. A total silence. Sheep are noisy creatures so I figured: seconds before someone is going to shoot them in the head, aren't they going to bleat? Probably not. Unless they were really frightened, I don't know, the experience was awkward.

One by one the sheep were pulled out from the trailer and got slaughtered. The man with the gun grab them by the horns 'bang!' in the head, and immediately after he cut their throat with a big knife, while the other guy was collecting the blood in a small bucket to be used for making slátur (blood pudding), a traditional Icelandic dish.

I'm not going to give you all the graphic details of what happened that day, I think the pictures and the videos speak for themselves. One thing is for sure, I feel more comfortable now to eat lamb. I felt a sense of compassion for the animals but unlike commercial killing, I felt that here there was a bond between the farmers and their sheep. After all, they say that Sheep keep the people here alive since 973C.E.

Icelanders use almost every part of the sheep, even the heads are been eaten, it is called Svið and although it's kind of gross to see a head in your plate, the meat from the cheeks is actually not bad.

Be adviced! The video you are going to watch below is showing the process of how Sheep is been slaughtered in Iceland.

By the way, did you know that dead sheep can move?

Shalom lakh, Island! (Hello to you Iceland!)

Having nudged 9uy, who also writes here, for a while, I was invited by him to write an article about how the devil an 18-year-old from Israel has so much interest and knowledge about Iceland.

So, where to begin?

I don’t quite remember where I first heard the name ‘Iceland’. I think it was in Disney’s film Atlantis—the main character mentioned finding some artifact in not in Ireland but in Iceland, or something like that, maybe earlier. Second time I came across Iceland was after I developed some interest in Ireland, and thought about that scene, so I went to look up ‘Iceland’ on Wikipedia. I found it had a beautiful language (though very hard), wonderful architecture, and very high standard of living—I found out about it during the merry 2007. Hence, being such a language geek, I pondered the option of trying to learn Icelandic (I had many, many other languages I had interest in), and eventually decided to go for it, trying to learn it through the University of Iceland’s website (but, alas, I did not have a sufficient dictionary to learn it with). Sigh, I just couldn’t resist saving it for summer, to try learning it in a week like Daniel Tammet…

The next step was trying to find many native Icelandic speakers on Wikipedia (again, I’m a geek). One of them actually added me to his MSNM (c’mon, would you answer if someone from Israel, of all places, asked you to teach him your super-unheard-of native language? Even if you think that person is a weirdo, that’s the beauty of the Internet: you can pretty much do nothing about it). We spoke a little, then he introduced to me some lad from England, who was also somewhat interested in Icelandic and said he could help me. But it seemed the true reason he gave him my MSNM address was that the boy was gay.

As days went by, I lost my interest in Iceland in favour of Irish and Russian (my ancestry is completely Slavic in origin; hence, when I want to hit on a cute boy or a girl, I say, ‘I’m Slavic, we invented vampires. Ain’t that sexy?’ Yes, I’m a geek, but they usually do find it sexy). Also, I started forming an unofficial long-distance relationship with him. He was the one who introduced me to Sigur Rós, but I wasn’t very fond of them then. Eventually, the relationship came to a rather ugly ending after several months.

Ever since that ugly ending, I couldn’t hear almost anything about England or Iceland without remembering him. But after a while (several months), I tried letting the daughter of close friends of the family listen to Sigur Rós, and became quite fond of them myself…

And so it happened. My ex-boyfriend, who had a great interest in Swedish, got me learning the basics, and from there I got my interest in Icelandic resurrected with a boom, to a great expense over my interest in Ireland. I found some mediocre dictionaries online. My interest went on-and-off, increasing every time, and now I am proud to say I know enough Icelandic for a pretty light conversation, and due to my daily reading of Icelandic news on Iceland Review, The Reykjavík Grapevine, and IceNews, and frequent reading of Icelandic subjects on Wikipedia and Google (geek…), I know more about Iceland than quite a few Icelanders.

Now, however, I stand before somewhat of a dilemma. You see, after my Swede-loving ex came another LDR, this time from California. He and I weren’t official, but planning a future together, wanting to make it official once we can get together, but we eventually broke up, because he wanted to stay at his hometown, Sacramento. And along came a young lass, living in Israel, who is more than happy to move with me to Reykjavík (or pretty much anywhere else, for that matter). I still have very strong feelings for him, but I’m also very fond of her. So now I have to choose whether I want to follow him or her, and best decide fast, lest one of them (or both of them) find someone of their own and I’ll just be left alone.

Hence, I started studying both Reykjavík and Sacramento thoroughly (well, mostly Reykjavík) to compare the ups and down of both cities, to help me decide (being a geek has its ups).

So, ups for Reykjavík:

• Iceland’s students were among the top ten countries in the world in literacy; Iceland itself has a 100% literacy rate. The U.S. did not (I don’t know about California individually).
• Iceland is a welfare country. Sacramento is in the Capitalist U.S.
• No dogs are allowed into Reykjavík without a special exception. (I am strictly a cat person.)
• Snow comes early, and, being from Israel, I’ve been almost completely deprived of the ability to play in the snow as a child. I need to fix that, and I’d really love to see my future children’s excitement with the first snow of the year. Sacramento is usually too hot for snow, and it usually just hails there instead. Plus, after reading Alana Odegard’s column about the kósí kvöld, I got a very nice and fuzzy feeling in me, as if I could feel the cosiness myself.
• Icelanders are much like Israelis, in their sense of easy-going attitude (Israelis have their own version of þetta reddast: yihye beseder, ‘it’ll be fine’) and straight-forwardness, only they’re much more individualistic, not as militant, and much more liberal (remember the historic victory of Jóhanna Sigurðardóttir, a.k.a. ‘Jóbama’?). California is part of the U.S., a country in which people are often confusingly polite for Israelis: if an American says ‘maybe later’ about a suggestion, s/he means ‘NO’, but an Israeli would take it literally and just ask again later.
• Also, there’s little to no homophobia in Iceland, in particular not in Reykjavík. Well, at least one can’t be discriminated or encounter gay bashing there. No-one in Iceland thought it was much of a big deal Iceland’s new PM is a lesbian, and the most famous Icelandic female singer, band leader, and arguably techno musician are ‘that way inclined’ (Björk is bisexual, Jónsi Birgisson is gay, and so is Páll Óskar). Icelandic law allows same-sex marriage and adoption, as well as developing transgender-related laws. California passed Proposition 8.
• Iceland has a globally acclaimed theatre and orchestra, as well as a spectacular music industry, and damn, it has Iceland Airwaves. Reykjavík has its own internationally famed film festival; Gerald Peary from the Boston Phoenix called the festival ‘one of the best-programmed film festivals on earth, and with some of the most exciting guests’. Well, Sacramento has equivalent festivals of its own…
• Iceland never aired Big Brother, reading is very popular there, and Icelanders visit the theatre (with a stage and not a screen) very often.
• Iceland has its Northern Lights phenomenon. That’s just plain whopper.
• The Icelanders are very, very good looking. Even if it won’t be of, um, practical use, they can still be fun to look at.
• Reykjavík is one of the greenest cities on earth, disregarding the massive carbon emission.
• Unlike in the U.S., democracy in Iceland is so strong, the President himself can walk around without guarding without ending up like Olof Palme.
• Iceland’s healthcare system is the third best in Europe (though it might decline due to the kreppa, or maybe the other way around―some articles online indicate there’s a growing trend of establishing medical tourism in Iceland―but who knows?). The U.S. healthcare system isn’t even free.
• Even during the crisis, Icelanders have a great sense of humour. Also, Icelandic teenagers I’ve spoken to seem very nice.
• Iceland has a vast literary repertoire, written in a language that’s been almost frozen for centuries, which can be read even today.
• Iceland has a history to be quite proud of: having created one of the first parliaments in the world, having been the second country in the world to legalise abortions (after the U.S.S.R.), and having been the true first Europeans to step on American ground. California used to be a British colony.
• Iceland has E-label, which uses no live models in its catalogues and puts a middle-aged model on the front page (unlike, say, Israeli FOX). That’s progressive. I like that.
• Iceland most likely wouldn’t have many people with a good command of various languages as I would have once I’m done with all the languages I’m trying to master, which would give me a major cut above the rest when I try applying for jobs as a translator.

Now, to its downsides:

• Iceland is a very tightly knit community. This makes Iceland some sort of a huge kibbutz, in a sense.
• That might make me meet my ex much more often than I would like.
• Icelanders might not be homophobic, but they have a serious xenophobia problem to cover for it. One of the best examples of this is how immigrants are required to re-attend university in Iceland.
• Also, Iceland doesn’t handle immigration very well, resulting in said xenophobia, alongside many Polish immigrants who stay in Iceland for ages without speaking any Icelandic. Teenagers I’ve spoken to, however, don’t appear racist: many of my Facebook friends and I have a mutual black friend—named Unnur.
• I’ve heard from Icelanders—on blogs, on MSNM, &c. that many people have become much meaner because of the kreppa.
• Iceland has the second highest number of rapes per 100,000 people, after Greenland. I can never, ever endure belittling rape. Sacramento has similar stats (it has app. 500,000 people living in it; do the math), but it has harsher punishments.
• Iceland’s universities are not even among the top 500 of the world, while the University of Sacramento was one of the top 100 universities for a master’s degree in the West in 2007. And the University College of Los Angeles, which is among the top 50 universities of the world, is several hours of driving away.
• A solution arised that he and I settle in Roseville, California, which is about half an hour away by car from Sacramento, and it is the skinniest city in the U.S. Iceland, on the other hand, is developing an increasing obesity problem (and damn I wish I could re-find that article I read about it…).
• Iceland’s in an endless fight over its whaling industry.
• Iceland’s weather can be horrible. Even when it’s not, it’s pretty cold, and I’m sensitive to cold…
• Living in Iceland is quite expensive, at least so I’ve heard.
• They eat svið. Jesus, how the devil can you eat something that’s looking at you? And looking at you cutely?
• Iceland emits preposterous amounts of carbon.
• Aside of Iceland having created one the world’s first parliaments, Iceland also has some darker sides to its history, such as trying to ban black soldiers from serving at the American military base in Keflavík.
• Iceland’s in a bloody economic crisis! (Well, actually, so is California…)

Whew… That’s a lot indeed. Took me a huge amount of time to get all of this written down. Anyway, these are most of the considerations I bear in mind, asides from the obvious emotional part. The lad from California seems to represent to me some sort of childish innocence and connection with one’s inner child, while she seems to represent a more resilient, more ‘sophisticated’ life, even though both are very intelligent and connected to their inner child (though not on the same levels). I’ve still no idea which one I affect more, or what approach would make me happier…

Sigh, forsooth one’s joy is such a fickle thing.

By guest blogger An Cat Dubh from Magnum opus.

Interview with Katrín Atladóttir

Here is an interview with Katrín Atladóttir. One of Iceland's most famous girls who also randomly carry the title of 'Iceland's blog goddess'. I asked her few questions about blogging, life and living in Iceland in general. Meet Katrín!

My deadly truths: Can you tell us little bit about yourself. Who is Katrín Atladóttir?
Katrín Atladóttir: 29 years old. engaged. living down town Reykjavík. Creating a spacegame. love sports and outdoors.

M.D.T: You are one of Iceland's most famous bloggers. When did you start your blog (katrin.is) and what do you write about?
K.A: I started my blog in 2001, I write about whatever's on my mind..

M.D.T: Is life in Iceland changed a lot for you since the Kreppa?
K.A: Yes. Me and my fiancee both lost our jobs to Kreppa. a year ago we
didn't exactly see ourselves as unemployed, at least not both of us. I
could also look at it as the best thing that could happen to me. I
went on a 3 month trip to Africa, came back, spent 3 summer months
traveling in Iceland with my fiancee and then started working for
Iceland's coolest company.

M.D.T: What do you like to do in your free time any hobbies?
K.A: I´ve played badminton since I was 9.. still love it. I also like to fly fish, snowboard and traveling Iceland, specially by foot.

M.D.T: Who is your favorite Icelandic musician?
K.A: Opee of O.N.E.

M.D.T: What do you think about the Icelandic men?
K.A: Icelandic men are great.

M.D.T: It is well known that the Icelandic women considered to be the most
beautiful in the world. Do you agree?
K.A: I've seen beautiful women all around the world.

M.D.T: If not in Iceland, what other country would you choose to live in and why?

K.A: Canada. Big mountains and nice people.

M.D.T: What would you take with you to an isolated island?

K.A: I don't know.. probably a helicopter.

M.D.T: What is your motto in life?
K.A: Enjoy the moment.

Thank you Katrín Atladóttir for taking the interview. Good luck with your projects and life in general. Btw, what good is an helicopter without a pilot? well at least she'll have all the time in the world to learn how to fly it...

Icelandic Music Experience: Múm

Iceland. An island with not much sunshine on it. On the surface is very cold country on the surface but underneath bubbling heat surfacing outside. Iceland is a land of creative people, talented and sometimes depressive, even suicidal. Today more than ever, after the country's economic collapse.

Environmental conditions affect Iceland's fertile musical creativity of singers like Bjork, Sigur Ros and many others, but while those minister to the public, Mum deformed band members prefer to stay inside their igloo so to speak, wrapped in intimacy. Singing together and for each other. Perhaps for you, too.

Beside the fact that Múm are gifted and diverse musicians, the seven members of Mum are introvert children with a tendency for autism. The boys Choir from a school in Reykjavik playing, with a classical musical training and gentle sound, whispers, often chilling, like inviting you to listen to them and watch them play with their toys: harmonica, miniature guitars and whistles.

Mum are not great rock band nor gifted performers. Their music is fueled by nuances, childlike ideas and the variety of instruments they use. It is the nuances that make them interesting and unique. Beside that it is up to you to judge.

This is a clip from Mum's latest album "Sing Along To Songs You Don't Know"

Politically Incorrect

One thing you'll never hear me talk about is the political situation in Iceland. The main reason being that I have absolutely no idea what politicians are talking about. It's not only because of my poor knowledge of Icelandic but also because of a lack of interest on my part.

Sometimes when I'm sitting in the living room and the TV is on I can hear the fréttir (news) in the background. Just by looking on the anchors’ faces I can be sure that nothing really serious is going on. When I think about it, though... what can possibly be happening anyway?

Ok. So we had an economic meltdown, crisis or whatever you call it. Things were pretty bad for much of the world and for Iceland in particular. Local news had enough headlines for a whole year and even more.

Almost one year has passed since the crisis started and we are back to the starting point. Absolutely nothing to talk about. I won't even mention that the kreppa talks are hardly political at all anymore, if anything, economical, so to speak.

Well, thank God we have elections once every few years. Here we go: first class political stuff to talk about. We have a green party, an independent party and parties with names that I don't even know how to spell. But now with the elections already a few months behind us and four years until the next ones, there is plenty of time without a major political event. Once again we are back to the starting point.

I sometimes tell myself, what can you really expect from a small place like Iceland? The fact that I come from a place called Israel doesn't make things better.

Just to give you an idea what I'm talking about: During my first year in Iceland, not only did I personally meet the president, I also had lunch with a minister and his driver.

About half of the Altingi MPs are my Facebook friends. And my point is this; that news might be boring here, but seeing Minister of Education Katrín Jakobsdóttir in her pajamas definitely lightens things up—speaking from a political point of view, of course.

I personally think that for a place like Iceland, having an economic crisis once every few years is not such a bad idea.

Now that Iceland is negotiating for entrance into the European Union, the kreppa is a little bit less of a crisis and most of the tourists have already gone, it's time for us to be creative. Not that I'm suggesting something.

But if you (head of a foreign state, Russian oligarch or American billionaire) had any plans to invade Iceland for any reason at all, now would be the perfect time. Not only will the news become exciting again, it also wouldn't be such a bad idea to hand our economic responsibilities over to someone else. Yes, we are that desperate.

When I shared this thought with a person close to me, just before I sat down to write about it for Iceland Review, this particular person told me that it's not fair on my part to complain about the bland news reports in the Icelandic media before even taking the time to learn Icelandic properly. Not that I feel I'm missing something that hasn't already been written about in IR, but I think she has got a point.

Just before sending this column to the editor (to whom I’d like to take the opportunity to apologize to for my late submission) I heard from the same particular person that the minister of health has just renounced his office due to the unsolved problems with the Icesave deal, or something of that sort.

“You see”, she told me, “Things aren't that boring here in Iceland. Ministers come and go just like in any other normal country.”

Now, giving up on this whole column just because one minister decided to quit office was out of the question. I was on a too tight schedule and I couldn't come up with anything else to write about quickly enough.

So, I decided to leave it the way it was and tell you that, I believe you can still get my point.

Have a great weekend!



Published in Iceland Review October 04 2009.