1. Notes: 1 / 8 months ago 
    In the past week, I have been adjusting more and more to life here. I even climbed a mountain. That’s right, a fucking mountain, what the fuck did you do with your Sunday afternoon? Mt Eisja is 3000 feet high and at the foot of it is the ocean, pretty kick ass.  It gives a great view of Reykjavik and a lot of the western area.  I will say if you ever find yourself thinking about climbing it, take the short cut, it is not harder in any way, I thought it was actually easier, and it cuts an hour and a half off your journey.  I also saw the northern lights for the fist time in my life.  The circumstance of it was a little odd though.  I showed up at a party, to find that everyone had their heads out the windows looking up.  So I climbed up on the roof and stared at them for a while.  They were very beautiful, but I keep hearing that they are much better if you get outside the city and away from the lights. Speaking of parties, I have gone to a few clubs now, and I have to say it is a very bizarre experience.  I think I have now heard enough techno music to definitively say that it sucks. The funnier part is that they also some American music, except it’s all music that was popular between one to five years ago.  Half of the time i am caught off guard when I hear a song come on and then am reminded of dancing to the same song back in 2007 at junior prom.  Some of the better things I have discover are that there are breaks and intermissions everywhere.  In movies, you have a 10-15 minute intermission right in the middle, but the much better is the 10 minute coffee break in the middle of class. so 40 minutes of class, walk around, then 40 minutes of class. I don’t know how I functioned before without these breaks.  My attempts to get one of those sweaters are still ongoing, I have now discovered where there are second hand stores, most of which I have visited and tried to get one of the sweaters at, to no avail.  I just want one of those damn grey patterned wool sweaters.  tales from the moss covered rock

    In the past week, I have been adjusting more and more to life here. I even climbed a mountain. That’s right, a fucking mountain, what the fuck did you do with your Sunday afternoon? Mt Eisja is 3000 feet high and at the foot of it is the ocean, pretty kick ass.  It gives a great view of Reykjavik and a lot of the western area.  I will say if you ever find yourself thinking about climbing it, take the short cut, it is not harder in any way, I thought it was actually easier, and it cuts an hour and a half off your journey. 

    I also saw the northern lights for the fist time in my life.  The circumstance of it was a little odd though.  I showed up at a party, to find that everyone had their heads out the windows looking up.  So I climbed up on the roof and stared at them for a while.  They were very beautiful, but I keep hearing that they are much better if you get outside the city and away from the lights.

    Speaking of parties, I have gone to a few clubs now, and I have to say it is a very bizarre experience.  I think I have now heard enough techno music to definitively say that it sucks. The funnier part is that they also some American music, except it’s all music that was popular between one to five years ago.  Half of the time i am caught off guard when I hear a song come on and then am reminded of dancing to the same song back in 2007 at junior prom. 

    Some of the better things I have discover are that there are breaks and intermissions everywhere.  In movies, you have a 10-15 minute intermission right in the middle, but the much better is the 10 minute coffee break in the middle of class. so 40 minutes of class, walk around, then 40 minutes of class. I don’t know how I functioned before without these breaks. 

    My attempts to get one of those sweaters are still ongoing, I have now discovered where there are second hand stores, most of which I have visited and tried to get one of the sweaters at, to no avail.  I just want one of those damn grey patterned wool sweaters. 

    tales from the moss covered rock

     
  2. 9 months ago 

    So I now live in Reykjavik. It is really different from Kansas, one big difference, is that Kansas has trees.  I never thought I could argue that Kansas has more trees than than anywhere else, other than places like deserts or rocks, but Iceland is a different beast in and of itself. 

    When you get here, you get to Keflavik, which is actually 50 Km away from Reykjavik, if you get there at 6:30 in the morning on a Sunday, like I did, then you are fucked.  The buses don’t go to Keflavik on Sundays until 10am, unless you have a pass for the tourist buss, which runs all the time.  Then you have to take a cab. Never. take. the. cab. It cost around 110 dollars by cab to get to my guest house.  This little kick in the balls, is the first of many as you try to live on this little moss covered rock. 

    When I finally did get to Reykjavik, I was greeted by a sprawling town/city, I hesitate to say city, as there are very few tall buildings and it is really a collective of cities all around the peninsula that Reykjavik sits on.  So far I have not left the peninsula, as everything I need is on it.  The buildings are mostly made of cement and are covered in either brightly colored stucco or brightly covered sheet metal, almost all buildings have sheet metal roofs.

    My guest house is very close to one of the harbors, that harbor, has a very nice and reasonably price fish on a stick and lobster soup restaurant.  They also sell Minke whale on a stick.  This harbor also has three very large boats, used for whaling… yes, whaling.  I haven’t tried the whale on a stick, and I don’t think I should or would due to moral reasons. 

    Registering at my school has been a true kick in the balls though.  For the European students, all they have to do is go to the National Registry, and fill out a form.  Being a US student, I have to work with the immigration office, after going there three times now, I think I might be getting my Kinnitalle (Iceland ID number) in the mail, sometime in a few days.  After I get that number, I can finally register for classes. 

    My final updates are on the bars and the sweaters.  On my flight over to Iceland, the two women I was sitting beside, were going for a world knitting conference.  I thought this was a little odd and funny, but I was also unaware of the Iceland sweaters.  These sweaters are expensive wool sweaters, that are all hand knitted on the island.  After seeing them in so many stores, I can only assume, that somewhere hidden away on the island is a large sweat shop filled with elderly grandmothers all knitting away. You see people wearing them all over, they look cool, but cost around 80-180 dollars. My roommate Kjersti told me, that they are cheaper at the flea market, but if you go to certain shops, you can talk to the old lady who will make your sweater, and pick out the exacts of the size, the color, and pattern, for around 100 dollars. Before I leave, I have to find a way to get one of those sweaters. 

    For the Erasmus students, bars are a bit of a problem.  At most bars, a pint of beer is 800 kronur (around 7 dollars), so getting drunk is not cost effective, but we have found a way around it.  There is a gay bar in town that has a happy hour from 8 until midnight, during that time beer is 400 kronur (a little over three dollars).  This has lead to all the international students crowding into this gay bar until midnight, and then promptly leaving to go home.  Icelandic people don’t start going to bars until 1 am, where they then drink until 4 to 5 am on weekends.  While this keeps our sleep schedules nice, I have yet to drink with an Icelander, I have on the other hand drank with Germans, Finnish, Norwegians, British, Czech, Slovak, French, and Swedish people. One day, I shall drink with Icelanders though.

    Tales from the moss covered rock

  3. 9 months ago 
    is it ok to say, that I am feeling scared now

    is it ok to say, that I am feeling scared now

     
  4. Notes: 11 / 10 months ago  from allinvisiblethings
    allinvisiblethings: Pangea.

    allinvisiblethings:

    Pangea.

     
  5. Notes: 17 / 10 months ago  from dudecommapizza (originally from satan-dennys-powerviolence)
    dudecommapizza: Yes. In every way possible. The best split ever.

    dudecommapizza:

    Yes. In every way possible.

    The best split ever.

     
  6. Notes: 3 / 1 year ago  from dudecommapizza
    dudecommapizza: Jekyll Island, GA 5.6.11 P.S. Those things freaked me the fuck out. I love horse shoe crabs, they are they only surviving members of merostomata. Also not crabs, so kick ass.

    dudecommapizza:

    Jekyll Island, GA 5.6.11

    P.S. Those things freaked me the fuck out.

    I love horse shoe crabs, they are they only surviving members of merostomata. Also not crabs, so kick ass.

     
  7. Notes: 1 / 1 year ago  from dudecommapizza
    dudecommapizza: Houston, TX. 5.13.11 Tour all coke zero

    dudecommapizza:

    Houston, TX. 5.13.11

    Tour all coke zero

     
  8. Notes: 2 / 1 year ago 

    Music

    Is it bad, that I still think silverstein is just as awesome I did when I was 15?

  9. 1 year ago 

    This week

    Dear finals week, go fuck yourself and let me get drunk.

  10. Notes: 1 / 1 year ago 
    Today I took my first step to alcoholism. For many years I heard stories about the beauties of bum wines, but until now I had only tried the introductory wines such as wild Irish rose and mad dog. I had dreamed of of one day meeting the patriarch of the fortified wine family. Today was a magical day when I found thunderbird wine for 3.19. I must say it was well worth the wait. It’s taste is almost as sweet as the taste of knowing that this is truly the drink of the downtrodden. I now look forward to it’s signature black tint to start gracing my lips.

    Today I took my first step to alcoholism. For many years I heard stories about the beauties of bum wines, but until now I had only tried the introductory wines such as wild Irish rose and mad dog. I had dreamed of of one day meeting the patriarch of the fortified wine family. Today was a magical day when I found thunderbird wine for 3.19. I must say it was well worth the wait. It’s taste is almost as sweet as the taste of knowing that this is truly the drink of the downtrodden. I now look forward to it’s signature black tint to start gracing my lips.

     
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