Reykjavik, here I come!
April 27th 2007 20:18
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Iceland: Bam.
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Rad. This stuff's official, now.
To reiterate from a previous post, last year I was fortunate enough to visit Reykjavik to see the Sugarcubes' reunion show.
In my few days in Reykjavik, I totally fell in love. I felt like there was some vaguely tangible miasma of creative flux that permeated about the environs as if the souls of the Sagas had fashioned a diaphanous rune about the city.
I just had to go back. So, I found this.
Of course, being the dynamic and ebullient philomath that I am, I applied and was accepted. Paying for it, though, is proving to be quite another story. Snap, dogg. Homie needs some skrilla.
As you might imagine, the most challenging part would be airfare. What's worse: I'm in San Diego, California. Flights to Reykjavik leave from Boston. That's where frequent flyer miles come in handy.
But, to reprise the opening line of the post: It's official, now -- I've just purchased my flight to Reykjavik.
It would seem my reckless foray into Bohemian ideals of creative strengthening would be plotted across the ol' Gregorian calendar as follows:
- June 26th: Train to LAX.
- June 26th: Depart LAX to Boston at 11PM. Red-eye flight = getting drunk at the airport first.
- June 27th: Arrive Boston at 8AM. I have approximately six hours until my next flight.
- June 27th: Depart Boston to Reykjavik at 2PM, after hopefully having had a jaunt cityways.
- June 27th: Arrive Keflavik (Iceland) at 11PM. It will still be daylight at that time!
Camp. (Seriously.)
Here begins thirty one days in Iceland. I'll start by sleeping in smaller towns around Reykjavik and bumming around the Blue Lagoon. My accommodations in Reykjavik will be available on July 1st.
In Iceland, with any luck (or, as a more Icelandic viewpoint would have it: self-reliance), I'll be able to see Akureyri (the northern capital), associate closely with the local art galleries, work on French and Japanese as well as Icelandic, perhaps wash dishes or barback here, and hopefully get smashed here once or twice.
After thirty-one days of being ensconced in the hot pot of progressive living that is Iceland, I shall return to the US penniless, with new songs under my belt, twice my previous tolerance for salubrious Scandinavian liquors, and, with some luck, a few blushworthy stories about those incomparable Icelandic girls. The rundown:
- August 1st: Depart Keflavik to Boston at 10AM. (After a Blue Lagoon dip, natch.)
- August 1st: Arrive in Boston at 1PM. Snarl at the American plebes. Get Starbucks and cry.
- August 2nd: Depart Boston for LAX at 6PM. This means I'll have approx. 24 hours to see Boston, which I've never seen before (unless you smartasses count my flight in).
- August 2nd: Arrive LAX at 10PM. Make frantic phone calls for a ride home or a floor to sleep on.
And there we have it. I'll begin taking names for bottles of Brennivin right away.
^_^
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Rad. This stuff's official, now.
To reiterate from a previous post, last year I was fortunate enough to visit Reykjavik to see the Sugarcubes' reunion show.
In my few days in Reykjavik, I totally fell in love. I felt like there was some vaguely tangible miasma of creative flux that permeated about the environs as if the souls of the Sagas had fashioned a diaphanous rune about the city.
I just had to go back. So, I found this.
Of course, being the dynamic and ebullient philomath that I am, I applied and was accepted. Paying for it, though, is proving to be quite another story. Snap, dogg. Homie needs some skrilla.
As you might imagine, the most challenging part would be airfare. What's worse: I'm in San Diego, California. Flights to Reykjavik leave from Boston. That's where frequent flyer miles come in handy.
But, to reprise the opening line of the post: It's official, now -- I've just purchased my flight to Reykjavik.
It would seem my reckless foray into Bohemian ideals of creative strengthening would be plotted across the ol' Gregorian calendar as follows:
- June 26th: Train to LAX.
- June 26th: Depart LAX to Boston at 11PM. Red-eye flight = getting drunk at the airport first.
- June 27th: Arrive Boston at 8AM. I have approximately six hours until my next flight.
- June 27th: Depart Boston to Reykjavik at 2PM, after hopefully having had a jaunt cityways.
- June 27th: Arrive Keflavik (Iceland) at 11PM. It will still be daylight at that time!
Camp. (Seriously.)
Here begins thirty one days in Iceland. I'll start by sleeping in smaller towns around Reykjavik and bumming around the Blue Lagoon. My accommodations in Reykjavik will be available on July 1st.
In Iceland, with any luck (or, as a more Icelandic viewpoint would have it: self-reliance), I'll be able to see Akureyri (the northern capital), associate closely with the local art galleries, work on French and Japanese as well as Icelandic, perhaps wash dishes or barback here, and hopefully get smashed here once or twice.
After thirty-one days of being ensconced in the hot pot of progressive living that is Iceland, I shall return to the US penniless, with new songs under my belt, twice my previous tolerance for salubrious Scandinavian liquors, and, with some luck, a few blushworthy stories about those incomparable Icelandic girls. The rundown:
- August 1st: Depart Keflavik to Boston at 10AM. (After a Blue Lagoon dip, natch.)
- August 1st: Arrive in Boston at 1PM. Snarl at the American plebes. Get Starbucks and cry.
- August 2nd: Depart Boston for LAX at 6PM. This means I'll have approx. 24 hours to see Boston, which I've never seen before (unless you smartasses count my flight in).
- August 2nd: Arrive LAX at 10PM. Make frantic phone calls for a ride home or a floor to sleep on.
And there we have it. I'll begin taking names for bottles of Brennivin right away.
^_^
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Comment by Philip Sharp
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I do hope you are not relying on your earnings from Orble to pay your way.
When I get paid, in another 4 years perhaps, I could perhaps offer a small loan, interest free as I'm so kind, for you to repay some of your student loan and then, of course, sometime in the future you'd need to repay me.
Don't worry too much, I may be dead by then, but I am planning to live until 120.
katyzzz....where are you now?
Comment by Philip Sharp
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No, Orble isn't my only trick to try and cover the costs -- but let's say none of them involve a traditional "job" or loan. I'm, uh... basically noodlin' it.