In England there exists a language like no other, and no, it’s not Pig Latin. Coming from Iceland (where everyone speaks at least 3—4 languages fluently) I have felt the need to exercise my language skills, and not being bilingual … Continue reading
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A good pub is perhaps one of the best of things, at least for me. There are few places where I feel as relaxed, as content, as when nestled into a deep, soft chair in the corner of a dim … Continue reading
Iceland might be about as far as an Australian can get from home! While perhaps not geographically the furthest landmass away from Australia, it certainly seems so. Oh, I guess I could go to Greenland, or Savlbard, where almost 3000 … Continue reading
This afternoon, sitting in the sun below the tall tower of Reykjavik’s fabulous Hallgrímskirkja, I reached into a small bowl and sampled an Icelandic delicacy. Hákarl is shark, prepared by being buried in beach sand for several months then hung … Continue reading
An American friend once attempted to describe the US to me. She said, “we are nothing if not a country of extremes.” While it was not her intention to wax poetic, I do think that she managed a staggeringly precise … Continue reading
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The mechanical taffy pulling machine tops my list of things (like campfires, magicians, and the TV show “How it’s Made”) that are put on this earth to be stared at. Taffy is not necessarily my favorite candy, but nothing can … Continue reading
In the film “About a Boy” Hugh Grant’s character claims that life is made up of units of time, each unit consisting of one half hour, “haircut, two units” and so on. Recently I have been thinking about this example … Continue reading
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In Richmond, Virginia on the third Monday in January a curious thing occurs. Walking down Monument Avenue in the predawn light one might encounter men gathering in front of the largest statue on Monument. Their quest is one of commemoration. … Continue reading
A “cinquain” is a poem, though it is no ordinary poem. It is the preferred artistic method of an inebriated exposition. Or to put it another way… when people who I know have a few glasses of wine it is … Continue reading
The maintenance man at any camp is a rare and fascinating creature. For reasons known only to him a camp career is chosen, rather than a more profitable job in carpentry, utilities, or construction. Perhaps he simply isn’t a very … Continue reading
Beat Like Kerouac - now with child! 