Dinner Party

I had my first dinner party in Iceland. I think that it’s a sort of nesting thing that I need to do to feel comfortable in a new space. The apartment that I’m in has china that is similar to the china that Rob and I have at home. I invited Jodi, Sam, Sarah and Julie to dinner.

The Menu
Four Icelandic Cheeses and crackers
Roasted Red Pepper and Asparagus Bisque
Spinach Salad with Fresh Mozzeralla, Fennel, and Apple
Wild Mushroom Risotto
Blábær tart

Blábær are the Icelandic blueberry. They are crisper than the ones in the U.S. and have a milder flavor.

Things that Happen at Home

I went shopping at Hagcaup, which is sort of the Icelandic Fred Meyers, with Sarah on Saturday. We had coffee and a pastry (pecan pie for me) afterward–I actually found decaffinated coffee. I know this may not seem like much, but I’ve had a really hard time finding it, and regular coffee does not agree with me. I’ve missed the taste.

In the evening I went out with Caroline and Ã?sta to see a dance performance called Things that Happen at Home. It was very funny, even though I didn’t understand a single spoken word. The audience gave them a huge and extended standing ovation. I asked if that was a usual response to a performance, and was told that it was rare.

No access

I don’t have internet access at my new place so there won’t be any updates this weekend. Seeya Monday!

The ingenue is ill.

Today we’re shooting the music video for this episode, so I was on set all morning assisting. The afternoon looks like it will be very different, because one of the cast members is sick. She worked the morning, but I think they’ve sent her home for the afternoon.

Speaking of home, this is the apartment building that I live in. I’m on the top floor; that’s my bedroom balcony.

This is the view from the bedroom balcony. Not terribly exciting, and–aside from the van–it looks more rural than it is.

Capturing the Friedmans

I went to see this documentary last night with Sarah and David. It somehow presented the information without making decisions for the viewer. It’s very good, and very disturbing.

New Apartment

I moved yesterday into my new apartment. I should be here till the end of the year. It’s much closer to downtown and stores, which is nice. Some of the decor is…not to my taste, but the apartment itself is great.

This is my new bedroom, with amazing light. At least right now. The bed is actually two twins, instead of the queen size it appears to be, which makes it great for company. Hint, hint.

It has a very tiny kitchen which has deceptive ammounts of storage space. There are all these cabinets, but none of them can hold very much.

And the living room, with great windows and another fabulous sofa. You can’t see all it’s glory here, just trust me. I bought the print over the sideboard.


We went to see the late show of Bollywood/Hollywood last night. The previews had looked really good, but the movie was not. It just couldn’t decide what it wanted to be, and the pacing was dreadful. I wanted to like it, but it just didn’t happen.

Still tying shoes.

They are letting us go early today. I was in this morning working a knee during this crazy shot where Pixel was tying his shoes. Yes. We’re still tying shoes. This was supposed to be shot as if the camera was on the ground looking up at the sky, but in reality–the camera pointed at the wall, and the puppeteer (Julie) had to tilt the puppet back to make it look like it was standing. I had to push its knee into the shot so that it appeared to be kneeling. Crazy.

I didn’t work after lunch at all, and they are letting us go already.

Telephone & Address

I have a phone and a mailing address now. Send me an email if you want either.


I think this week will be a week of cinema. We went to see “Spellbound” at the American Independent Film festival. It was really good, and I was on the edge of my seat much more than during the thriller last night. I don’t think you could do this in fiction, but there were essentially eight protaganists and you wanted them all to win.

On the way to the film we stopped at a grocery store to grab a bite to eat. This sign was in the window.

Do you need more to let you know that I’m in a different country?

Massage, glorious massage

Last night I went to see “The Bourne Supremecy” with Jodi, Sam, Sarah, Julie and Raymond. It was a lot of fun, though there was a bit of unintentional humor. One of the characters turns to another, at a very intense moment and says, “Can I speak with you privately?” Suddenly the lights come up and the film stops for the interval. Everyone filed out of the theater to the snack bar. So, I guess he needed a really private conversation.

This morning, I’ve had a massage. Happiness.

Remote Control

I spent the afternoon turning a light on a remote control on and off. This was much, much harder than it sounds because I had to time it with the person who was hitting the button, but the timing was different with each touch. Surprisingly stressful.

Playing Football

I spent the morning on set as the live hands for Ziggy, played by Thor. Yes. Thor. I am in Iceland, remember? Anyway, I had to catch a football from a hike and then throw a lateral. You know how brilliant I am at sports. Fortunately it was a tight shot, so no one had to know where the ball landed.

I also got word that I’m moving on Wednesday. Actually, I’m moving in to my new place on Wednesday, I’m moving out of my current place tomorrow morning. I’ll spend tomorrow night at Julie’s.

Domestic labors

I spent the day being fairly domestic. I did laundry, cooked, washed dishes. Went for a walk. Read. Napped on the eighties sofa. Nothing terribly exciting, though I’m looking forward to my clean laundry. There are no driers in Iceland, or at least there are very few. All the washers are frontloaders, and all the basements have rows of clotheslines strung across their width. At least, all the ones I’ve been into thus far.

Lost in Translation

I have today off, but I don’t quite know what to do with myself. This is my first unstructured day off in Iceland. I feel a bit lost.