Wednesday, July 23, 2008

What I did on my summer Vacati....Job

Been busy. Building large cool playhouses, and lots of small ones. Built a windmill too.

Built three in fact, what with vandalism and the structural integrity of cheap lumber versus Icelandic wind. Been climbing a lot of trees, usually under the influence. It started with Inaki, and has snowballed from there.








Soon though, the summer job fun will end, and I'll go on my first honest-to-blog welfare-state month long European vacation since 2001, the majority of which I'll probably spend with a cold beer in one hand, a tree limb in the other, laughing my ass off as Inaki makes ape noises at the people below. Only I'll be doing it in Spain!






Saturday, June 14, 2008

Dear Guess,


I have not been abducted by aliens, the CIA/FBI/KGB/NRA, or the People's Army for the Liberation of Vesturbaer.

I have not been ill, in hiding, or doped into a comatose state.

I certainly haven't been lazy, or converted to asshatism.

So why, as I have had access to internets via the Embles house-sitting arrangement have I not blogged the bloggity blog?

'Cause I've been busy.

Started the new summer job (awesome, but full-time work is like, long and stuff), been attempting work on the Wall of Utter Kitchen DOOM!, and generally feeling so friggin' creative as far as blog subjects go that I've managed to paralyse myself.

Like a sex addict walking into a free brothel. Too much to choose from and boom down I go.

I want to blog about the War on Sex, green-washing, idiots who still think we should import all our damned food, misguided dorks who think Iceland should join the E.U. and the utter coolness that is movies, but I can't choose. What's worse, they keep mixing up in my brain. I'll start writing about how governments and powerful instituions are working to criminalize certain aspects of sex while simultaneously promoting them in an effort to keep the populace fearful, and suddenly sequeway into a rant about how people are still not realizing what a stupid idea hydrogen cars are, before waxing poetic about how incredibly good Dark Knight is going to be.

Which, all in all, tends to make me sound like a ranting nutjob with a bad case of aphasia and not a ranting nutjob tortured by his own brilliance.

So keep yer knickers from twistin', I'll blog soon enough.

PS: If you're really that desperate to learn my thoughts on subjects of mutual concern, you could always tell me who you are and we could meet up for a beer. I prefer to be able to identify my self-defined stalkers on sight...

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Ass Hats II: Revenge of the Ass Hats


So I'm riding my bike from Emble's this morning, heading down the left-hand sidewalk on the hill by Haskoli and some ass hat in an asshatmobile pulls onto the sidewalk right in front of me to pick up his asshat buddy, forcing me to choose between crashing into a still moving heap of overpriced polluting metal, a lane of oncoming traffic, or a concrete garden wall.

I choose the latter.

As I'm diving from my now even more fucked up bike, I see the asshats pull off with a screech of over sized snow tires that have never left a paved road, and caught a glimpse of asshats laughing at me.

So now my bum knee is all fucked up again, and my shoulder feels like it got hit by, well, a concrete garden wall, and Sid the Vicious Cycle (yes I named my bike...after all he's all full of junk) is all buggered up.

This has led me to make two decisions and consider one other. First, I'm wearing my dorky helmet from now on.

Because you never know when asshats might strike.

Second I'm fixing up my saddlebags, so I can carry a first aid kit with me.

Because you never know when asshats might strike.

Also, I'm thinking of investing in a good rock hammer next time I'm at the hardware store. You know, one of those ones with a good heavy flat surface and a strong pick spike on the other end, for digging and carving rock, or puncturing over sized snow tires that have never seen a gravel road, or shattering asshat kneecaps.

Because its handier than a Molotov cocktail.

And you never know when anti-asshats might strike back.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Ass Hats


So I overheard one of the little kids swearing at work today. As I've mentioned before, this is not at all unusual, as the little tykes are prone to busting out a "fuck you you fucking fuck" or even a "you suck donkey cock" every once and awhile. I've learned to just let it be.

What makes it worth mentioning is that the kid called another kid an "ass hat".

I mean, ass hat?

I know that mostly the kids have no idea what they're actually saying, but even I have no real working definition for ass-hattedness. I've only ever run across it in Questionable Content and Sinfest, and as friggin' awesome as said strips are, they hardly constitute a Webster's Unabridged Dictionary of Internet Spawned Swearing.

So I have taken it upon myself (with some help from Da Embla) to define what makes a person an "ass hat". With apologies to everyone who's just had it up to their ears with the friggin' You Might Be a Redneck If, I present You Might Be an Ass Hat If.

Might.

I have to say "might".

You'll understand when you get to #4.

You Might Be an Ass Hat If:

1. You park your friggin' Hummer/Jeep/Escalade on the friggin' sidewalk/bike lane/bus lane.

2. You are a member of a government that rounded up and expelled Falun Gong protesters when Chinese officials visited who bitches about the Chinese cracking down on protesters in Tibet.

3. You take out a massive loan to buy a huge penis extension...I mean off-road jeep so you can tool around Rvk filling up the bike lanes and sidewalks...I mean drive over...I mean around the beautiful Icelandic wilderness who then hijacks an otherwise legitimate protest because you think the government should subsidize your friggin' hobby.

4. You are a rich, influential public figure who is such a friggin' pussy you can't handle someone calling you out on your actions/statements in any sort of combative way and instead use your influence and wealth to sue for libel and pay for a trip to Majorca with the settlement.

5. You buy anything from Salt Félagið. (Apologies to Reyna, who is not an ass hat as she was basically forced to.)

6. You used to make fun of the "poor foreigners/students" who shopped at Góða Hirðirinn before your stock portfolio turned into toilet paper, and now you elbow them out of the way for the best deals.

7. You join a volunteer organization in the States, travel all the way to Iceland, and then try to stuff even more Jesus down kid's throats than the State Church already does.

8. You are clergy in the State Church. If you voted against allowing gay marriage, then you are a supersized screaming erupting boil of an ass hat.

9. You check into a five star hotel and proceed to have a full on bitch-fit screaming toddler temper tantrum in the lobby because the pillow was too hard.

10. You wrote airline security rules. 'Nuff said. If you are a customs official, see #8.

11. You are a police officer who when criticized for being to hard on environmental protesters and too soft on protesting truckers pepper sprays a crowd of truckers and drunk teenagers screaming "GAS GAS GAS".

12. You bitch at overworked underpaid teenagers/foreigners when they fail to understand your mumbled archaic Icelandic. If you are a member of ÍFÍ, see #8.

13. You decide that the most peaceful country in the world should have its own army, just after said country finally got rid of the occupying army from WWII.

14. You think its cool to tag buildings.

15. You decided that bringing back the absolute worst of 80's fashion makes you so hip and trendy that you should have your own bars.

16. You refer to all Asians as "Kinverjar". If you call them "Grjón", see #8.

17. You've appeared on Innlít/Útlít.

18. You purposely run the public health system into the ground in order to make obscene amounts of money off of the death and suffering of other people. #8 doesn't even do you justice. Do not pass go, go straight to hell. 8th circle of. Now!

19. You are the parent of a young child who spends 9 hours of each work day at school/frístundaheimili who then ships the poor kid off to sports practice/music lessons/art lessons/dance lessons/acting school and then bitches about not having any time with their kids.

20. You had anything to do with the making of Kid Nation. See #18.

21. You are a member of the US federal government. See #18. Then double it. Make that the ninth circle of hell. The one reserved for traitors.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Out in the shed...

All my grandiose plans have gone on hold, in favor of spending most of my time trying to organize the garage so that I can move the necessary stuff into it in order to install my own sweet luscious kitchen.

As usually I've gotten manically focused on this and hence put off or forgotten to do most of the other stuff I need/want to do. You know, stuff like:

Getting internets
Renewing my passport
Applying for citizenship
Going swimming
Finishing my translations for work
Planting a garden
Brewing beer
Making biodiesel
ect.

I haven't even been blogging, despite the absolute wealth of things I want to write about.

About the only non-garage related thing I've managed to do was march in the May Day "Parade" wearing a respirator with a sign that said "GASISMI" crossed out.

What can I say "GAS GAS GAS!" is my new obsession.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Less is more.

So I’ve really been enjoying life lately, in spite of the fact that since quitting my job at the school (as opposed to the After School Thingy, where I am still very happily employed) I’ve been busy as all get out. Or maybe it’s because of that fact. Thing is, I’m doing a lot more now, but I’m doing things I want to do, not things I have to do because someone told me too.

I’m even enjoying the financial side to it all, the certain knowledge that starting next month and for the foreseeable future I’ll be making a bit less money, whilst in the middle of a nationwide financial snafu. Instead of freaking me out, it’s inspired me to try to live a little more frugally, to eat at home, to stop buying junk food, to take steps to supply as many of my needs and wants as I can independently of the market.

To that end, once I finish my kitchen (anyone willing to help with that is welcome to come by on Saturday when I will reward your help with BBQ and beer…or Diet Coke if you happen to be Emblita) I’m going to make use of a portion of the heated driveway outside my door to install a mini-greenhouse herb garden, going to plant some veg in the back garden, put up a little micro-brewery out in the garage (with the happy cooperation of Iňaki and Noellia) and am looking into getting the use of a small boat for a monthly fishing expedition (non-commercial line fishing doesn’t require a license in Iceland). I’m also in the market for a pre-microchip four-wheel drive diesel pickup or Land Rover that I intend to power on homemade bio-diesel and use for fishing and or planting a bigger garden this summer up north. I’m also looking into going back to school in January, but not in English, as the U of I has started a new interdisciplinary Master’s course in sustainable development that I cannot wait to get into.

But in the meantime, I’m just enjoying life. Riding my bike and eating home-cooked meals (I’ve lost nearly 3.5 kilos since quitting the school), going swimming almost daily, hanging out with friends and doing some writing/translating, practicing my various musical instruments, and all that good stuff.

In essence, I’m walking the walk that I used to only talk about. Sure I have less money, but finding a balance between work and the kind of productive play (gardening, crafts, etc) that everyone gets up to given enough time makes one hell of a difference when it comes to quality of life.

I’m even more convinced than before that what this overheated, over inflated, over-stressed and overworked on overtime little island needs most is a shorter work day. More time for our kids, more time for improving ourselves in that slow, enjoyable way that actually works, more time to think about our society and how we can improve it. More time to just fucking be.

Less is so very much more.




P.S. Just in case anyone has started to take me in the least bit seriously, I include the following photo...

That's me in a tank top with a teddy bear that says "Ain't I cute".

Don't take me seriously folks...its all goofy with me...

Monday, April 14, 2008

Manic Planet Mechanics.




I wound up working this Saturday, and not the obligatory trip to my Social Service’s client.

ÍTR, my main employer at the moment put on workshop about Reggio Emilio, a rather well known (at least in Europe) educational philosophy developed in post-war Italy to ensure that fascism never raised its ugly head again.

So of course I went. The fact that I got paid for it didn’t hurt either.
I wound up “watching” the lectures in a side room with all the other foreigners, as the lecture was entirely in Icelandic. Not that I couldn't understand it, but I volunteered to help out the interpreter, gophering questions to the main hall, and because I knew it would be more fun.

It was. Mostly because we outlanders were disappointed with the lectures. We went there expecting an in-depth look into a well-developed methodology and instead got 4 hours of shit we already knew.

So we mostly argued points amongst ourselves, asked uppity questions, and cracked wise, causing gails out outlandish laughter to interrupt the staid and rather uninformative lectures.

Then my two punkish co-workers and one of their girlfriends walked over to my place for the first BBQ of the “summer” and massive amounts of beer.

The massive amounts of beer, combined with the extra long day on Friday and working on a Saturday convinced me that I had every right to laze about all day Sunday.

Well, “laze” is a relative term. I cleaned my apartment and the kitchen (somewhat hampered by a dishwasher that doesn’t want to work, I should have just done it by hand), and did some laundry. Mostly though, I watched TV.

Which was fine. I caught a new episode of Mythbusters (YAY) and some of their would-be competitors like Smash Lab (so lame, and so full of faulty quasi-science) and Brainiac (funny, but ditto on the science).

But the one show I feel obligated, in light of my recent methane blog to critique is the new offering from NatGeo (why the shortening?) called Planet Mechanics.

The show is about two borderline manic Brits who travel around in a bio-diesel fueled horse-carrier that’s been converted into a rolling workshop powered by solar panels and a small wind turbine whilst coming up with green solutions to engineering problems.

The episode I caught involved the manic duo traveling to the farm of an equally manic little farmer and trying to come up with a way to decrease his fossil fuel consumption by replacing it with resources already on the farm.

Good start.

Their main focus was on the gas-guzzling grain-dryer, which sucked up huge amounts of oil for every hour of operation.

The original plan, and by far the smartest, was to use the manure from the manic farmer’s cows to produce methane (which the manic mechanics insisted on calling “bio-gas”) to power the dryer. This made oodles of sense. The manure was there in bulk, its only use being fertilizer (which would only be improved by running it through a methane digester) and because the dryer is a stationary device, they could plumb the methane straight to the machine without needing to compress it into canisters (although if they did compress it into canisters they could use it to power the farmer’s fleet of diesel equipment as well).

So they get an old manure-spreader and convert it into a digester. All well and good. But they lack the imagination to use either the pressure of the gas itself, or the circulating solar-heated water that keeps the slurry warm enough, to power the agitators.

Nope, they just installed hand cranks.

On top of the round, difficult to climb digester.

Then they get a huge old oil tank to store the gas in, using the water bath technique. This involves bubbling the gas through water to float the tank, which prevents a possibly explosive air-gas mixture and uses the weight of the tank to provide pressure.

Of course they fuck this up too. First they attempted to lay the tank length-wise in an oval shaped bath, which, even if the bath had been structurally sound (it wasn’t, so they had to change their plans) would have been a less than ideal situation as far as weight/pressure goes. Then they decided that the only way it would work would be to cut the huge tank in half and put it in a vertical circular bath (which if they’d have bothered to learn anything about methane-plants they’d have done from the start). The only problem was that now with only “half a tank”, they didn’t have enough gas to run the dryer.

At which point I began to ask myself, “WHAT THE SWEET MONKEY FUCK!?!?!?!”

These guys are supposed to be engineers, right? So how come they can’t figure out that one half of a tank, plus the other half of a tank equal the whole fucking tank???? Not to mention that there would be an inherent benefit in a two-tank design, as it would allow for a more continuous process???

But no. They only use one half (apparently scraping the other perfectly good half). Then they sit around and scratch their heads trying to think up another way to fuel the dryer. Eventually the little skinny one hits on the idea of using the rape-seed that the manic farmer grows (as a cash crop) to produce oil to fuel the dryer.

So they buy a press (which originally had a large electric motor, which could have been powered by wind and solar with no CO2 emissions), hook it up to a junked lawnmower engine and running it on purified compressed methane, manage to convince themselves that with this system they’ll be able to power the dryer with “free green oil”.

Never mind that using the rape seed that the farmer is growing will cut into his profits and uses more fuel to plant and harvest. Never mind that petrol engines don’t work well off of “bio-gas” because they don’t compress as much as diesel. Never mind that they now have a massive Rube Goldberg device that uses cow muck to make half the fuel needed for the dryer, which is then fed into an inefficient engine, which then drives a press, which then produces oil (at a cost to the farmer’s profits) which is then loaded into the dryer….ARGH!

I mean, have none of these people ever heard of Second Fucking Law of Thermodynamics??? If the bio-gas isn’t enough to run the dryer, what makes these idiots think it would be in anyway efficient to use rape-seed, planted and harvested with a diesel combine milled in a press powered by the bio-gas and then burnt in the dryer??? That’s actually producing MORE CO2 AT A COST TO THE FARMER!!!

If these are the best the green revolution can offer, this planet if fucking doomed.