I shall do something about this page. I’m trying to find a new look that won’t completely put everything I do to shame. I’d like, more than anything, to keep things clean and simple. I usually lose myself in stupid appendages I don’t even like. I’m not sure why. Must be some kind of compensation.

I start working on this task, then after three hours I find myself absorbed into something completely different, like reading how to make tortillas or what is the life expectancy of African Grey Parrots. Or I discover I am playing with the iPhone and I’m at once filled with horror for my vacuity.

I changed the layout at least five times in the last months, and as everybody can see no new layout is emerging from the recesses of my computer. I haven’t been drinking either, because I am paranoid about ruining myself financially. So what’s with this impossibility to focus and get things done? Simple tasks like having a new layout up for example?

A place for little things, a place where time has its own times and space its own spaces. Free from hypertrophies, the swelling illnesses of the self-indulgent egos. Free from the prejudiced denials. Distress and foreboding aren’t roaming the streets with indecent voraciousness. Possibilities outgrowing their shell. But it’s still too early to confidently surrender to this encouraging and tender benevolence.

A lot has happened during the last month. First of all the change of residence. Not anymore the land where all catastrophes are taken as a big joke, but a land where catastrophes are taken into consideration. And taken care of, when possible. Where not almost everybody is a clown or a selfish bastard trying to screw their fellow citizens over. Where morals have gone to hell a long time ago in favor of prostitution at all levels. From Italy to Iceland. Yep. Waiting for papers to be approved and everything in order to make the change legal and, for now, definitive. And whatever happens, even if something comes up and I’ll be forced to move again, I’m not going back! Adios assholes, as the wise man once said.
Travelling through Europe by car to get here was fun. Also fatiguing, but mostly fun. It took a week to recover from the three days of journeying by ferry across the northern seas, and I suffered from motion sickness… when I got off the ferry. Overall it was something I could do again though, despite lack of internet connections, lack of toilets at the right time and place, lack of collaboration from polar bears when I was expecting to see them.
Now I am staying in a guesthouse. We – my partner in crime and I – need all the necessary documents and an officialized kennitala in order to find a better accomodation. The most difficult thing will be getting used to the crazy prices of alcohol and to the lack of any imaginable vegetable in supermarkets. But these are things that hopefully will take care of themselves with the passing of time. It’s very likely I’ll get fatter. Like I care. Here people dress in a considerate and quite dignified manner, as I could see. You can find actual clothes in stores. Not every girl here is trying to squeeze herself into impossible pants hoping a stupid kiddo with a shaved head that cannot even spell his own name will pinch her butt.
We opened another blog to document our life in Iceland. It’s called Iceland Chronicles. A pretentious name. That’s what one needs nowadays when opening a site. So yes, here we have a pretentious name and we like it. Not a personal blog though. Something more about what’s going on here and what we discover in our almost aimless strolls.
Now I am going to have a VERY EXPENSIVE drink. A Martini will be nice. Stirred because in any case I don’t have a shaker.

Has your mother never told you that delaying is wrong? That delaying all the time can ultimately cause terrible misfortunes or, in a more optimistic view, considerable trouble? If your mother – or your father or your whatever – is wise enough she must have told you. More than once. Obsessively. Mine is not. Wise. She is not. In fact she’s the queen of laziness and delays – and I’m happy she doesn’t speak a word of English or these few lines would cause so much discomfort to both of us if she read them. To make a boring story not an ounce less boring but at least shorter, in the last few days, because I ended following her example, I found myself in great trouble. It’s not a joke. I could have had worse consequences if it were not for a series of lucky events propelled by people I know. I could have caused much trouble to my eyesight and to my denture, just because I delayed and delayed visiting doctors. Just because symptoms aren’t evident it doesn’t mean a disease or an abnormal condition isn’t lurking. Now I’m relieved to know I’ll leave the country with proper patching both in my eye and teeth – yes, I had so much fun with petty local surgery during the last few days! Lasers and drills, like in a sci-fi B-movie! I cannot deny a certain dose of thrill will help me appreciate more the kind of relief I’m experiencing now. What if I went blind? What if my teeth fell or rot? What if this and what if that? It’s not going to happen for now! Huzzah! Alas, I’m not sure I’ll remember the same thrill and subsequent relief next time. Humans are stupid and troublesome after all. Especially troublesome when zeal does not support their daily life philosophy.
BTW, I had fun reading brothers Grimm’s fairy tales in doctors’ lounges. I almost wished it lasted a little more. Oh wait. I’m not done yet. It’ll last a little more, indeed.

When there’s absolutely no need for trouble… it’s when trouble likes the most to make an appearance. It’s two days that I’m struggling to make USD devices work properly. First the iPhone wouldn’t charge, then the external hard disk would disconnect all the time and nobody has a solution for it. Damned hard disk… all my photos are on it. And I won’t be able to move them anywhere because before I can do anything it will disconnect again. If I lose all those photos I’m going to get really mad. Really. Mad.

The feeling is sort of alienating and bizarrely reassuring. You don’t have anything to do with your environment anymore. You don’t have to cope. What seemed so aggravating a little time ago seems so distant now. People are merging in the background. Their forms are silhouettes taken from postcards or pictures in magazines, from vehicles going somewhere else. Places acquire a strange dimension. Details ignored for decades start to form a distinctive image before the eye. Everything becomes in a sense peculiar.