Hello my darling,
how's it going?

Me, I'm fine. I just bought a new telephone. My old one tended to put people right through to voice mail (without notifying me) and I wouldn't even know somebody called if they didn't speak on my voicemail. Plus it kept freezing up on me. So I bought a super duper new phone, a sparling new Sony Ericsson. I've had it for a little less than a week and it has shut down 4 times since then... just turns itself off. And THEN... it started doing the same thing as the other one, with the voicemail and all... Oopsy, guess it's a setting or something - should maybe just get rid of the voicemail! Otherwise... phone good, yes. :)

The weather has been great- it has actually been the warmest summer here since 1944... nice... hope it keeps... my holiday is in Mallorca anyway, so it doesn't really matter much... teehee.
I went to two great concerts last week - the first one with Damien Rice (sigh)... which was great... and then to the Mugison concert Saturday. It was a lot of fun, although the temperature was better at Mugison's concert - they closed the main exit doors at Nasa during the Damien Rice concert with a packed house and no air-conditioning... now does that seem like a good idea? Damien Rice solved the problem by giving everybody (or a whole lot of people) a cool beer during the last song... very cool. (Litterally and figuratively.)

So - a slight moan... I know I watch too much tv. Seriously too much tv. BUT there are some shows that are so bad you just want to smash up your tv set... like the new Robin Hood series - why does everyone have FULL on Dynasty makeup with hairstripes and funky hairstyles??? In the twelfth century!!???

It's raining now. I truly disapprove of raining in the summertime. 

Perhaps we could arrange for it to rain just for an hour and a half in the morning, say between 7 and 8:30... clearing the air for another sunny day. I don't know who to talk to about that, but I think it's a great idea.

There are two more days until I go to the Damien Rice concert at Nasa... and 29 days until I fly south for the winter. 

OK. Not maybe for the winter. But for a couple of weeks, at least. Sigh.

I'm trying to think of a terrific, original marketing idea - the perfect PR plan for Large Company X (can't divulge who I'm working for, now can I?), and my mind is a bit blank. Maybe I need to lie in a hammock, with a margarita in hand, in order for my mind to function properly? ...or is that wishful thinking?

Anyway - catch you later.

The sun is shining, it's Wednesday (so the working week is almost half over), and I'm feeling happy. A bit sleepy, but happy. What has inspired this happiness? Weeeell... my friends are all returning from abroad.... Cameron comes tonight from Norway, Lóa from Sierra Leone tomorrow, Sigga is coming from Rhodos Sunday and a week from now Sólrún comes home from touring Europe. Seems the end of July is THE return date for everyone and I ain't complaining :)

In other news, nothing much is happenning, I've been surprisingly busy at work (given how calm the summers are) and and and... ok. Don't have anything to report. So... back to work then. Have a nice day!

OK. NOT camping. Have you seen the weather out there? It's three o'clock in the afternoon and it's practically dark - pretty bad for a country boasting of 24 hours of sunlight during the summer. It's windy, raining and horribly low-cast. Depressing weather. The only thing you can do is work (where I am at right now, albeit Saturday) or watch tv and feel sorry for yourself because it shouldn't really be raining. Or, you know, you could do something fun or constructive - or like, clean the house. None of this appeals very much to me at the moment. So - off to Laugarásvideó to get a new copy of the Bones dvd I tried watching yesterday (all scratched up) 

I'll try to be slightly more cheerful in my next blog. :)

I'm going camping this weekend! Or so was the plan... I'm not liking the weather forecast, though... rain. It's raining in the planes of Spain. It's raining men. Raindrops keep falling on my head - but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red! Crying's not for me! 'Cause, I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining... because I'm freeeeeeeheheheheheheeee.

I think my blog needs more pictures. So here's a Gary Larson comic. I like Gary Larson - and I am an anthropologist... apparently :)

A visual one at that! So it all fits!

I'm leaving work early today 'cause I have to take my 5 year old niece to a swimclass at two. :) I remember my first swimclass, with me and my sister at Vesturbæjarlaugin pool... with the teacher droning on with "beygja, kreppa, sundur, saman". 

I like swimming, although I'm not especially good at it. In fact it can be downright embarrassing when chubby, 80 year old women fly past you. Swim, I mean. The only thing I was ever really GOOD at when it came to swimming was holding my breath and swimming underwater... apparently masochistic tendencies can come in handy some times! Anyway... I just got my first sunglasses that were not bought in a drugstore or gas station... yey! And they're prescription, too, so I can actually use them! Here I am with my sunglasses on... ok, I do realize that sunglasses are not appropriate at the office, but my computer is my only camera here at work...  and it does funny things like making me Siamese etc. I guess that would be Vietnamese today. You know. Wasn't Siam where Vietnam is? Or am I way off... anywho, lovely special effects on my Mac... 

OK, off to swim-class...

Little to do, time passing at an unbelievably slow pace. Little to report, wrote a large blog just now that got wiped out, which always annoys me to no end... hehehe.. anyway, I leave you with Elliot Smith's Between the bars... listen to Madeleine Peyroux's version of it, it's beautiful. I love her voice.

Between the bars

Drink up, baby, stay up all night

The things you could do, you won't but you might

The potential you'll be that you'll never see

The promises you'll only make

Drink up with me now and forget all about

The pressure of days do what I say

And I'll make you okay and drive them away

The images stuck in your head

People you've been before

That you don't want around anymore

That push and shove and won't bend to your will

I'll keep them still

Drink up, baby, look at the stars

I'll kiss you again between the bars

Where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air

Waiting to finally be caught

Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine

Keep you apart deep in my heart

Separate from the rest where I like you the best

And keep the things you forgot

The people you've been before

That you don't want around anymore

That push and shove and won't bend to your will

I'll keep them still

Well, it's official, I guess. I'm a lazy cow. A whole weekend and I did nothing. All though I must say it was a cherished nothing. Sometimes there's nothing better than having no plans... hopefully I'll do nothing at a more exciting location with a bunch of friends next weekend.

I forget - I did go out with Vala and Kata on Saturday and had a blast... so that's slightly more than nothing, right? :) Although going out drinking might not be considered a constructive activity by many, I do believe that it is invaluable to a PR person to go out and mingle... (hee hee).

The Israeli government is now planning on tearing down two houses in the East of Jerusalem. Why? Because they used to be the homes of men who committed terrorist acts (although it is not certain if one of them actually was an act of terrorism or just a plain guy going berserk).

What does this mean? It means that if you were unfortunate enough to have a realtive who committed a violent act, possibly considered a terror attact, you will lose your house.

One of the houses is not only the home of the deceised "terrorist's" family - but also home to two other families... apparently that doesn't matter much.

I'm sure that will contribute to piece in the area. Nothing like tearing down the houses of innocent people to contribute to common well-being and happiness in any given area.

What is happenning in Italy is freaking me out. Sifting out the "undesirables" and putting them in camps... seriously? Didn't we decide, you know, after the holocaust and all, that this was a seriously bad idea?

The Roma (gypsies) were second only to the Jewish in being massacred during WW2 (relative to population size), however while the Jewish were largely affluent and litterate, the Roma were neither and therefore had no-one to create movies and write books about their loss.

I have a novel idea. Since most crimes are committed by MEN, shouldn't we just put all MEN in camps (/consentration camps?)... of course such an idea is preposterous. You do not judge an entire gender for the crimes of a few... however it does seem to be okay to do so for race... at least according to the Italian government.

There is one thing that seems to be a constant with the human race:
Our stubborn ignorance and refusal to learn from the past.

Out and about, yup, that's me. Went to the little sustainable community of Sólheimar yesterday with my friend Sólrún - it was beautiful, so peaceful and sweet and organic. Then we went for a hike and felt really, really healthy afterwards.

The weekend was good, I went downtown on Friday... ok Saturday, too. Which was also the day of the open air concert with Sigurrós and Björk, although I missed Björk 'cause it was soooo cold and I was there with my sis and her husband and their little girls who were kidsickles by the end of the evening.

For the rest of the summer I plan on relaxing a bit more, hiking a bit more, kayaking and camping.

And, ooh, I just signed up for a yoga course. Which is kindof funny since I'm stiff as a board. Seriously, it's amazing how I can sit in a chair.

Should be a big change, by next month I will be sitting with my ankles behind my ears, balancing on two fingers! (Or some other such yoga-trick I'm sure I'll master in five minutes) (or 500 years, whichever comes first).

WISH ME LUCK!
I'll most certainly need it...