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November | 2009 | Animals & Feelings
Naked in the atlantic ocean
Imagine finding yourself being naked in the middle of the atlantic ocean. The water is not cold, the waves are calm. The feeling of truly being nothing but a completely free, entirely insignificant animal. Rid of any meaning, character, function, responsibility of symbolic. Maybe not even need to breathe. Being alone, in the ocean, with nothing around, over or under you being particular. Water and sky. No significant sound other than the slight wet splashes of the water and your own breath.
This is what I dreamt last night. I have rarely in my life experienced such an intense impression of freedom.
Once, at the Secret Lake with Heather, while she was playing in the river downstream, I took off all my clothes, stood on the rock and started walking around in the forest. I felt like every other thing alive – no clothes, only pure animality. I felt no different than the beaver or the birds around me. No real use of language, no real humanity, simply receiving and emitting presence.
Sometimes I wish I could have a whole forest to myself – no speaking, no clothes, nothing. Just evolving back (not regress) into the animalistic form of being.
I hope I can dream something similar soon.
Tagged animalistic, animality, atlantic ocean, dreaming, freedom, humanity, naked
Tonight Jóna and I went to a Bingó evening organized by the people who work at Olís (Jóna and Heiða, her mother, work there). It was my first real bingo ever. Sverrir (Heiða’s man-boyfriend), Jóna and I were playing while Heiða was up on stage reading the numbers. I realized that I have a lot of trouble with 7. Somehow my brain doesn’t quite register it as fast as, for example, 8. Takes me no time to understand 85 but 74 is a killer. This one woman had 4 bingos (3 in a row). All that time I kept thinking about the fact that I don’t get annoyed at Icelanders, but had this been in a francophone setting in Quebec, I would probably have been annoyed by everyone. Somehow Icelanders seem to be more amiable (or maybe they just know how to behave without annoying people around them, which would make sense seeing as they are so few and in so close contact).
Today was my first study day, it went okay. I finished New Criticism and Formalism. It went well, but some of these texts are very heavy (T.S. Eliot is not an easy read, nor is Tynjanov).
Tomorrow is French Formalism, Post-structuralism, viðtökufræði (reception-ism?) and hugmyndafræðigagnrýni (idealism-criticism?). Then if I’ve been duglegur (diligent) I’ll go to the traditional Friday Pizza at Jóna’s place.
Tagged bingo, eliot, heiða, new criticism, olís, reykjavík, sverrir, tynjanov
The king is dead. Long live the king.
And so it begins again. This is my new blog. It’s a new start !
I will try to be better at blogging. More interesting things.
For example today Jóna and I went out to the post office to finally get my birthday present from my dad. It’s a cd and a USB key with music, a whole bunch of music he’s taken from the vinyls – a few of them I recognized, I used to sit by our turn table and listen to a few tracks over and over again, especially Sunday Bloody Sunday by U2 (way before they started sucking).
Tonight we had the most amazing poutine, which we called Bepoutine. We bought some pepper seasoned oven fries, a lot of Béarnaise sauce and Kotasæla (Icelandic cottage cheese). It was all put together into something closer to a soup than a poutine. But it as greasy, thick, saucy, heavy and fat as it may sound, it was absolutely delicious. Heavy like a brick, but delicious.
But it’s okay, we’ve been eating very good food. Loads of coriander (which I used to dislike).
Yesterday I had my job interview at Mímir. It went very well. This is the story: Jón Simon, who I know through Kael, is a Brit who teaches Icelandic at this institute (where Erla used to work and where her mother teachers, too). However, for the month of February he’ll be in Luxembourg, so they need a replacement. He told them about me and asked me to go and talk with Sólborg, the woman who could hire me. We did, went there (it’s in Skeifan), and I spoke with Sólborg, had some christmas cookies (here there is christmas milk, christmas malt, christmas beer, even christmas chocolate milk).
So it looks like I will be TEACHING Icelandic to foreigners for all of February, and will get quite well payed for it (roughly it should double my money for the month, get about 120.000kr extra, which is all going into my now quite sizeable savings for the new Canon 7d. I should get it in March ! AND I CAN’T WAIT !! ).
It’s not only a very exciting opportunity but it would be an amazing achievement for me, to be able to say that after just over a year in Iceland, I started teaching Icelandic to foreigners – plus I would be teaching level 3 (of 5). I was just about to take off my clothes and start a bonfire of happiness in the office. Sólborg seemed very pleased and she even hinted at the fact that we probably wouldn’t need me to apply for a (complicated) work permit, because it’s so little.
I have been working on mastering the Leipzig glossing rules, and so for fun I’ve been glossing a couple of phrases in Alopian, just to give an idea of what the inner workings of the language are. Here is an example:
it carried away [it floats us] current
‘Our boat was carried away by the current’
This phrase shows off what is called “action nominals”, or in simple terms a noun which has all the characteristics of a verb, yet acts as a noun. In the case of the example above, the action nominal is takevamami, which literally means ‘it floats us’, but it is used as a noun (means “our boat”).
So this is it for now. A new blog !
Listen to this song !
Tagged action nominal, alopian, béarnaise sauce, blog, blogger, conlang, conlanging, food, life, linguistics, move, new, nominals, photography, poutine, reykjavík, wordpress
THIS IS MY WEEK
Posted on November 25, 2009 | Leave a comment
So this is how my week is going to be :
T.S. Eliot: „Hefðin og hæfileiki einstaklingsins“ (Spor)
Viktor Shklovskij: „Listin sem tækni“
Jurij Tynjanov: „On Literary Evolution“ (Uglan)
Roman Jakobson: „Tvær hliðar tungumálsins. Myndhvörf og nafnskipti“ (Spor)
Barthes: „Introduction to the Structuralist Analysis of Narrative“ (Uglan)
Wolfgang Iser: „The Reading Process. A Phenomenological Approach“ (Uglan)
Hans Robert Jauss: „Literary History as a Challenge to Literary Theory“ (Uglan)
Patrocinio P. Schweickhart: „Reading Ourselves. Towards a Feminist Theory of Reading“ (Uglan)
Lawrence Lipking: „Frankenstein, the True Story or, Rousseau Judges Jean-Jacques“ (Uglan)
Mary Lowe-Evans: „Reading with a „Nicer Eye“. Responding to Frankenstein“ (Uglan)
Louis Althusser: „Ideology and Ideological State Apparatuses“ (Uglan)
Julia Kristeva: „Orð, tvíröddun og skáldsaga“ (Spor)
Mikhail M. Bakhtín: „Svar við spurningu frá ritstjórn tímaritsins Novij mír“ (Orðlist skáldsögunnar. Bókmenntafræðistofnun HÍ, 2005: 39-47, Uglan)
Julia Kristeva: „Orð, tvíröddun og skáldsaga“ (Spor)
Mikhail M. Bakhtín: „Svar við spurningu frá ritstjórn tímaritsins Novij mír“ (Orðlist skáldsögunnar. Bókmenntafræðistofnun HÍ, 2005: 39-47, Uglan)
Póststrúktúralismi II: Dauði höfundarins
Roland Barthes: „Dauði höfundarins“ (Spor)
Michel Foucault: „Hvað er höfundur?“ (Alsæi, vald og þekking. Bókmenntafræðistofnun HÍ, 2005: 69-94, Uglan)
Jacques Derrida: „Um turna Babel“ (Ritið, 3/2004: 181-216)
Póststrúktúralismi IV (sálgreining, fyrri hluti)
Michel Foucault: „Við hinir, Viktoríumenn“ og „Bælingartilgátan.“ (Alsæi, vald og þekking. Bókmenntafræðistofnun HÍ, 2005: 180-211, Uglan)
Póststrúktúralismi V (sálgreining, síðari hluti)
Sveinn Yngvi Egilsson: „Myndmál sálma. Tilraun til túlkunar með hliðsjón af sálgreiningu Jacques Lacan.“ 1999. í Soffía Auður Birgisdóttir (ritstj) Kynlegir kvistir. Reykjavík. Uglur og ormar. (125-143) (Uglan)
Dudley Andrews: „Aðlögun“ (Ritið, 1/2001: 99-111)
Kenneth R. Johnston: „New Historicism“ í Nicholas Roe (ed). 2005. Oxford. Oxford University Press. (165-181) (Uglan)
John McLeod: „From “Commonwealth” to “postcolonial” í John McLeod: Beginning postcolonialism. Manchester. Manchester University Press. 200. (6-35). (Uglan)
Kynferði, menning og bókmenntir I
Judith Butler: „Gender is burning“ úr Judith Butler. (1993) Bodies that matter. On the discursive limits of „sex“. New York. Routledge. (121-140) (Uglan)
Kynferði, menning og bókmenntir II
Geir Svansson: „Ósegjanleg ást. Hinsegin sögur og hinsegin fræði í íslensku samhengi.“ (Skírnir, haust 1998. 476-527) (Uglan)
Dagný Kristjánsdóttir: „Hinsegin raddir. Um sannar og lognar lesbíur í bókmenntum og listum.“ (Skírnir, haust 2003, s. 451-481) (Uglan)
Guðni Elísson: „Efahyggja og afneitun. Ábyrg loftslagsumræða í fjölmiðlafári samtímans.“ Ritið 2/2008 (77-114)
Magnús Þór Snæbjörnsson: „Er Draumalandið sjálfshjálparbók handa hræddri þjóð? Skírnir. Haust. 2007 (464-495) (Uglan)
He walken’ on me face
Posted on November 24, 2009 | 1 comment
Flavors of the month !
All together in couscous!
Posted on November 20, 2009 | 1 comment
I do not want to be the kind of man who wants to live in the forest but never does. Maybe when I am older, when I’ve read enough. I will build a lodge like the Crees do.
I think I know more about survival in the Boreal Forest than most boys my age. And the knowledge is building up. It’s my favorite knowledge – how to live with the forest.
I will, one day, leave to go into the forest.
Posted on November 17, 2009 | 2 comments
Í nótt dreymdi mig svo viðurstyggilegan, svo ógnvekjandi draum, að ég þori ekki alveg að segja frá honum í smáatriðum. En draumurinn var þannig að mamma mín gerði eitthvað sem mér leist mjög illa á. Við bróðir og pabbi vorum í einu herbergi þar sem ég var að reyna að sýna þeim eitthvað, en svo kom mamma og tók eitthvað úr tölvunni, fór aftur í herbergið rétt við hliðina á okkar. Hún kom svo aftur út með tvo geisladiska þar sem var það sem ég vildi ekki að hún tæki á diskunum, sem hún ætlaði að senda vinkonum sínum. Hún var hlæjandi, eins og hún hefði ekkert skynjað reiði mína. Ég varð svo reiður að ég tók í hausinn á henni og skellti honum í vegginn. Hún datt á skrifborðið eins og lífslaus dúkka. Ég var fokreiður og ég gubbaði reiðinni upp úr mér með löngum öskrum sem ég beindi til hennar, en hún var ekki að skilja, þannig að ég hélt áfram ofbeldinu, en nú eru smáatriðin farin að mást út, sem betur fer. En ég veit að ég hélt áfram að lúberja mömmu mína í klessu.
Stundum dreymir mig svona hryllilega drauma þar sem ég er svo rosalega ofsafenginn, svo æfur við mömmu mína að mig hryllir við sjálfum mér.
En í draumunum finn ég alltaf fyrir svo botnlausu og óafturkvæmu samviskubiti, eins og ég hafi gert eitthvað af mér sem ég gæti aldrei lagað. Ég las einhversstaðar að það sem skipti máli í svona draumum væri það hvernig dreymandanum liði, ekki það sem hann gerði.
Annars var dagurinn í gær frábær. Ég eldaði svo góðan mat. Hann var sko ljúffengur.
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