This was the day I didn’t break my left arm. Actually, thinking about it, there have been lots of days I didn’t break my left arm. In fact, I have never broken my left arm, or any other bone, so I suppose today was quite unremarkable except for my visit to an Icelandic hospital to… Read More Day 158: hefur þu verið á spitala á Íslandi?
The Icelandic language has a reputation for being difficult. Actually, all languages are difficult, I suppose. The whole notion of using one’s ingestion apparatus to produce local fluctuations in barometric pressure in order to transmit thoughts from one brain to another seems sort of haphazard. But it works better than anything else we’ve tried. There… Read More Day 20: ég er nám auðmýkt