July 16, 2008
EPI and I are on holiday right now, which basically means Doing-Everything- We-Don’t-Have-Time-To-Do-While-We’re-Working. Things like Driving Across Sprengisandur, Sleeping Until Noon, Frying Bacon for Brunch, Actually Reading the Newspaper, Hair Appointment, Massage Appointment, Combing Every Fricking Sports and Department Store in the City of Reykjavík for a Decent Swimsuit on Account of Boxers Being Ripped [...]
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July 13, 2008
One of the best-known folk songs in Iceland is Á Sprengisandi [On Sprengisandur] – a song that every man, woman and child in Iceland learns virtually in the womb. The lyrics tell of a man who is crossing Sprengisandur sands in the central highlands on a horse [in the old days, obviously] and who cannot [...]
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