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July | 2009 | Animals & Feelings
Nú er liðin vika síðan Jóna steig á frjóa landið okkar. Við erum búin að gera margt skemmtilegt. Ég var ekki beinlínis búinn að gleyma neinu, en einhvern veginn var eins og að vakna úr dofnum draumi. Lyktir gegna miklu meira hlutverki en ég hefði búist við.
Á morgun stefnum við til Quebec borgarinnar, eða á íslensku, til Grynningaborgar (af orðinu kepék á Mik’maq sem þýðir “hér grynnir”. Og nú erum við að pæla í að skella okkur í tívolíið fyrst það er svona kalt og ljótt úti.
Jóna is coming tomorrow. In less than 24 twenty four hours she will be here.
I am listening to a very sad song, talking with Kael. Iceland will not be the same without him.
My life is complicated – not on a day to day basis, but the overall organization of my life is complex and scattered. And my feelings fluctuate and my head is rarely where my feet stand.
Gah, so many confusing thoughts are going in circles in my head right now. So many good people to miss, so many memories to memorize.
Ég sakna föður míns en ég er ekki einu sinni farinn. Ég mun aldrei fyrirgefa mér það ef hann deyr á meðan ég er úti. Aldrei.
Mitä vittua olen tekemässä? Miten rohkenen lähteä niin kauas pois? Minkä vuoksi, mitä varten, minkä takia? Oman uteliaisuuteni vuoksi? Opintojani varten? Itsekeskeisyyteni takia?
En hirvene irrottautua kaikista, joita rakastan. Haluaan, että isäni näkee Islantia. Siitä lähtien kun olin 11 vuotta vanha, olen kertonut hänelle Islannista, kuvaillut sitä hänelle, ja haluaan saada hänet ylpeäksi, todistaa hänelle, että kyllä osaan Islantia, olen opiskellut sen, hänen antamansa kirjan avulla.
Mutta huomenna tukevaa rakkautta saan. Hänhän osaa lievittää surujani. En ole nähnyt häntä kahteen kuukauteen.
Posted on July 23, 2009 | 1 comment
I will miss my room a lot when I leave. It has the perfect proportions. It is like a cabin on a boat. Wooden floors.
In my room, I have:
My father’s father’s little table, dark wood
My mother’s father’s writing machine
My mother’s father’s chest drawer (light wood)
My mother’s old green radio
My father’s Pentax Asahi camera
A piece of metal that went on the top of an old beautiful house my brother found in his first apartment, with green copper
An old maple leaf in the center
Our old Ikea yellow box with red wheels (for dirty clothes)
Three postcards (plants, clouds and antlers) from the guy who lived here while I was away
A piece of wild wheat Tendrils and I found
Christmas lights going around the room
My mother’s old leather bag
The walls are gray, the floor is wooden, the two pieces of furniture are wooden, my room is blue and green, and the ceiling is white. It gives the room a green/red color which I like, it reminds me of cedar. Cedar room.
I have prepared everything for Jóna’s arrival. It feels like it’s already tomorrow, but there’s one day in between. How long can one day be?
Tonight I went and had supper with my mom in China Town. There was beautiful weather and we talked about our family. I tried to explain to her why I was excited about being perhaps part Ataronchronon.
Here are some things I am interested in at the moment:
I guess one of the perks of living alone (i.e. no girlfriend) is a lot of time to read up on things, which I have been doing a lot of.
I hope I can continue doing this because it’s really interesting. I wish I had kept that Georgian Grammar book. I should really learn it. I think I am attracted to cultures which have had a lot of time to blossom and become their own thing. It takes man a long time of isolation to truly develop a new, original and fascinating culture. This is why I love Sámis, Icelanders, Native Americans and all the other isolated peoples.
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Posted on July 22, 2009 | Leave a comment
Summer harbor we’ll never sail, short of sixty 60,000,000.00 dollars.
Longest walk 2009. Congratulations.
We walked up until we had no idea where we were (were we where). Exploring our own city, like it ought to be. Never seen before, never to be seen again. Yesterday was an excellent day. Getting lost with tendrils.
This is a good summer (harbor).
Only three days until Jóna comes. We will have been separated for 63 days. I remember the last time I saw her, and the first time I’ll see her will also be at an airport. Airports are like segregated spaces for painful goodbyes in the urban design. You need to say goodbye to someone and you don’t want to? We have a huge concrete city to make you forget. Come for the shopping, stay for the restaurants.
It will be quite a lot of fun to get to see her again. I’m excited, I dream about my mouth being like a hole needed to be filled with that of another.
I want to learn how to sing like the crees, with the human voice of the raven. Raddir hrafnanna leiða þig að korninu.
Mjög langt síðan ég hef skrifað á íslensku og fyrst hún Jóna er alveg að koma þá sýnist mér það vera við hæfi að æfa mig aðeins. Mér finnst núna eins og ég hafi algerlega yfirgefið áhuga minn á íslensku í skiptum fyrir endurvakta og ófullnægða ástríðu fyrir land viðar og keldu og fora. Íslenska hefur þó aldrei misst þetta ólýsanlega sem heillar mig svo. Eitthvað upprunalegt, fyrstu landsbyggðarmenn nýrrar eyju, fyrstu menn að hafa stigið á vott landið. En einhvern veginn hefur íslenska tekið upp nýtt hlutverk fyrir mér – hún er orðin eins konar gagnsmál, tungumál sem er meira gagn er gaman af. Ég þarfnast íslensku til að geta verið þar sem ég vil, geta kynnst því fólki sem ég teygi mér eftir. Skóli hefur ekki hjálpað örlögum hennar, því allt sem ég hef lært í skólasamhengi hef ég orðinn mjög leiður á.
En maður lærir eitthvað nýtt á hverjum degi og það knýr mig áfram. Forvitni og gagn.
Nú verður maður að drífa sig í að þrífa í herberginu sínu. Kærastan að koma, og það er lítið sem ekkert rými á þessum bát.
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Posted on July 21, 2009 | Leave a comment
Today I befriended a squirrel. I was quietly sitting outside on the balcony when I noticed a squirrel staring at me and purring loudly from an branch extending towards me. Thinking it was angry, I threw some pieces of charcole at him so that he would be busy looking for it. It stared at me for long minutes, came closer and seemed to be playful – it hid behind a branch and would peek out from each side, like the racoon cubs from the other day. I went into the kitchen to get some pine nuts and placed them along the cracks of our rotten wood fence (balustrade). The squirrel came and was within a few inches of my hands. It ate the pine nuts and it was fun to be playing with another animal. I love how playful they are.
Then a fly came and tasted the nuts and I took a picture with the reversed lens technique to achieve bad macrophotography:
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Posted on July 21, 2009 | Leave a comment
They sound like crows with human voices.
Their faces look like the corn and wide open fields of grass.
Their singing and their language.
Yesterday I wrote this:
Sủ-ne, asigatetsǫ, upihes sildamiba, ųilvaųusa. auiongųo-ha upiųitsaias pivi.
Tỉu-ne ỏtkęri, sęm ųingas seta ohi, ẻrskąura. tataro simigatodon iatanari – ỏirra ksęriųi utiodat herenis ỏd kernoka.
Sỉu-ne anohi, sỉokna nųikaųasaiǫ, iruųo. Tarrhidasas obena, kįo askonỏd-na tatiodas oggalara hasibmigųo, ảbmu-ha tỏstas, ủtkeųi-ha tsẻmkas.
[ˈsuːne ɑˌsiɣˈatetsu uˈpiʔhɛs ˈsɪldamibɑ ˈwilvawusɑ. ɑʊjɔŋːwɔɒ uˈpiwɪtsajɑs ˈpiʋi.]
[cjune ˈutkæri sæm ˈwiŋːɑs seta oʔɕi, ˈerskoɤra. taˈtaro ˈsimiɣatɔɾɔn jɑtˈanari – ˈuɨr̝ɑ ˈksæriwi uˈcjodɑt ˈherɛnɪs ud ˈkɛrnokɑ]
[sjune aˈnoʔɕi ʃʲɔʔgnɑ ˈnwikawasajo, ˈirwo. tˈaʃidasɑs ˈobenɑ cʲɔ ˈɑskonoʔdnɑ taˈcjodɑs ˈɔgːalarɒ ˈhasɪʔpmiɡwɔ æʔbmʊɑ ˈtustɑs, ˈutkewiɑ ˈtsemkɑs]
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