I’m doing live hands for the Mayor this week, and he’s wearing a tuxedo. One of the reasons that I was on set all day yesterday was that it took a long time to get me in and out of the sleeves. The entry was in slightly the wrong place and it was a nightmare. […]
I’m a happy, happy camper. He’ll be here on November 11th and will stay until November 30th. We arranged that yesterday, but I was on set all day so couldn’t tell you till now.
Rob is coming to Iceland. Read More »
I clearly need to find a way to spend more than two days up here. I woke up around nine a.m. because I was rested. The house is very quiet; the only sound I can hear is the sound of the waterfall. I wrote for a little. Bernd made apple pancakes, which were delicious and
Bernd is a puppeteer that I know from the States who lives in Iceland. He is a really phenomenal puppeteer and an all-round great guy. I went up to northern Iceland to spend the weekend with his family. They live forty minutes outside of Akureyri in a remote valley. That’s his house in the lower
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Pat just forwarded two photos of Rob that a friend of his, Cliff Watson, took while he was visiting during harvest. Rob tells me that he’s shaved the beard off for his new passport photo. This is my favorite. Cliff has somehow managed to make a cold, crowded, dark room look warm and romantic. But
Okay, after much delay, here is my new coat and hat. It’s hard to see the details, sorry, so you’ll just have to take my word for it that it’s fabulous. Here’s a close up of the collar. Sorry that I have no face, this is what happens when you try to take a picture
I ought to apologize, I suppose, for introducing my political views into what has been a travelogue up to this point. We watched the last of the presidential debates last night (Kahlua taped it for us.) which was very exciting, even though we’ve all voted at this point. Then, on the way in to work
We’ve been playing soccer for days now. There’s very little for me to do because soccer is not played with the hands. Mostly I’ve just been hanging out on set and getting pillows or carts for the puppeteers. Whee. Fairly dull for me, but better than the days when we all sit in the dressing
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I also forgot to mention that I’ve been out here for two months now. Time flies and drags.
I meant to post these yesterday, but I left the cable for my camera back at the apartment. This is the view from living room window yesterday morning. And the view from the lunchroom at work in the evening.
Earlier I referred to the skies opening and the angles coming out to sing. What do angles sound like? Exactly what you’d expect. The sound of angles is produced by high winds blowing across the open ends of pipes causing a wailing, moaning skirl of sound. One refers to this as “angles singing” because the
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Last night I went to the opera with Sigga and Kahlua to see Sweeney Todd. In Icelandic. Fortunately it is one of the Broadway shows that I have memorized, so I didn’t have any trouble following it. The set was gorgeous and made good use of the space, but the staging was frequently overwrought. The
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I was walking down to the store to pick up some milk for my cereal tomorrow and the wind was snatching at me as I walked. It pushed me around with such force, that I almost didn’t notice the tiny white flakes swirling about me. It’s the sort of snow that you can’t see inside,
I’ve just realized that I can listen to OPB streaming on the web. The sky has opened and angles have come out to sing Hosannahs. I did not realize how much I’ve mentioned NPR.