on my way back...

the question being thus:

can i return home ? will i be the same and will my life be the same? do i want it to be like it was before? with all that i´ve seen and shared and learned and smelled and eaten and loved.

going home then, will be an excercise in that activity of readjusting to the excess and banality of the american consumer culture. true that it is also very consumeristic and expensive to exist here iniceland, but there is a sense of non-class-ness, health awareness, energy conservation, and family ties that rise above positively hovering over any of the more noticable negative aspects.

i want to stay. i want to leave. i want to travel. i want to go home. i never want to return home ever again.

life is a series of events that seem to get more and more complex as the days pass through me. i hope that i can stay aware and adrift, because it´s too fun to be sleeping the days away. gotta get moving....

bay

big ups to my man petur for putting up with all my manias. good luck in the NYC.

you know that there is a higher power working in all things, when you are in iceland and you have really nothing to do at 10:40pm and the matrix decides to meander onto icelandic television. they don´t cut the movie at all, they don´t bleep out or re-record over the swears. there is nothing better than a basic television station playing a kickass flick in its entirety, and being able to not have to break the flow of it with commercials selling crap that i won´t buy anyways.

i love iceland

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my back hurts. in fact it hurts all day everyday. it must be the sleeping position i´ve chosen, the softness or the hardness of my bed of choice, or the way that my spine is in constant grapples with gravity and its forever pull towards the center of the earth. in any case, however, my back has seen better mornings, afternoons, siestas, and nights.

where is the relief? where are all of the answers? how does one better him or herself, if there is no other viable savior other than the internet? is this the way life is evoving towards? who is to say that it will replace the simple replies of people, face-to-face?

to my back, as i am in an icelandic school internet facility, there are two women talking in spanish. i love the fact that one is spanish speaking and the other is icelandic. this simple exchange gives me hope for the future and reaffirms how less i think of america at times. travelling is fun.

maybe tonight i´ll sleep on the floor.

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icelandic tripitty triznip:

if ever the chance arises, i greatly support a six-day road trip around the island/country of iceland. bring a friend, a reliable car with all terrain wheels, a crapload of film, food that won't spoil, and a ton of expectations.

petur and i just returned from our trip and are back in reykjavik. isn´t it crazy to think that you exist where you are all the time. there is no escape. no matter where you are, there you are. i found myself so humbled by the temporary aspect of my lifespan on this trip within a trip. the breathtaking views, the glaciers, the icelandic horses roaming free in the countryside, and all of the natural oddities and unique formations that color and augment the vast elemental beauty of the island.

i had a great time, and hope that everyone, sometime in the span of their existence on this rock, get the chance to do this...it´s so worth it......especially if you have a friend who can speak icelandic.

biggity baynard to the boogity bee

ps yáll, if you happen to sleep in your car at an esso gas station in the outer countryside, be weary of drunken young girls roaming for a party...they also usually come in twos.

keep them eyes open.

peas

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terminator for gov??

i swear people. you go away for a coupla days and the cali turns to poo

what the shit??

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well here i am. the name might seem like it´s just a geographically and purposefully misnamed island, but is it cold as ice? the answer is yes.

after being here for a week, i can tell you that there is a comforting silence at night, a calm surge of life and activities during the day, and if there are bar fights, then the fireworks come out. icelanders are hospitable and keen on logic. the other side to most of the clubbers and nightlifers is that they party hearty. very hearty. if iceland was a soup it would be sheep-cheeks stew gombo. or something like that.

in other words, it´s not america and that´s good enough for now.

yipperdoo

takk.