Trying to blog more in that international language!

Lonely borin Friday evening for me. I'm all home alone preparing for a course I'm teaching tomorrow... Yeh I know on Saturday it is crazy!

Perhaps I shold start this english blog again

I suppose noone I know remember it so I can actually blog about anyting I wish.....

Me the Environmentalist

Threat rating: Low. You are annoying, but too much
of a softy tree hugger to pose any threat to
the mighty machine of Republican progress. And
the FBI know where you live.


What threat to the Bush administration are you?
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I'm a freaky kisser ?

You Are A Freaky Kisser!

From tounge and lip piercings to not so nice biting,
you're a basket full of kissing surprises.
In fact, your kissing syle is so ...
scary that you've been known to send a few dates packing.
No need to worry, somewhere in the world there is a kisser freaker than you!

What Your Kissing Style Says About You:

You live life on the edge, trying everything twice and usually loving it.
Most people are too "vanilla" for your tastes - even the ones most consider wild.
Life is all about undiscovered pleasures, and you're up for finding them.

Your Personal Kissing Matches and Mismatches:

Find another Freaky Kisser and you'll be pleasantly shocking one another with how far
you'll go. Kissing while driving a motorcycle at 75mph? No problem! Want to spread your
freak around? Get together with a Manic Kisser, and you'll be kissing the whole party,
tag team style.

Warning: Stay away from Intense Kissers. They'll want to get a little
too deep into the philosophy of kissing, while you're just into it for the fun. And Juicy Kissers are
no good for you either. They're all about appearances and might have a problem with your lip and tongue piercings.


How Do *You* Kiss?
More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva

January 2nd 2005

Well perhaps I should practise more this kissing thing. Not so many opportunities if I'm not kissing apples or oranges as one of my ex asked my once.

I'm a tiger!

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WHAT TYPE OF WILD CREATURE ARE YOU? (New Pictures!)
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January 02, 2005:

What a nonsense. Well hmmm pehraps I was a tiger at that time in year 2003

The naked joke

A young girl gets married and a few days later her mother comes to visit. When she arrives, she is shocked to find her daughter standing naked at the
front door.

"What are you doing?!?!" insists her mother.

"Mom, it's my love dress! Don't you like it?"

"I'll come back in a few weeks when the honeymoon is over," replies her mother, as she turns and leaves for the car.

A few weeks later, the mother arrives at her daughter's house once. Again, she is shocked when her naked daughter answers the door to greet her.

"Now what are you doing?"

"Mom, it's my love dress! It keeps the marriage spicy!"

"I'll give you a few more weeks," replies her mother, as she turns and leaves for the car.

Later that night, the mother decides to try it for herself. When her husband arrives home, she greets him at the front door in the nude.

"Honey, what are hell are you doing!" remarks the husband.

"It's my love dress, dear! What do you think of it?"

"Well, to be perfectly honest," replies her husband, "I think you should have ironed it first!"

Where is Raed ?

I just hope there hasn't anything bad happened for Read. His last post is from 24th march.>

What does war look like?

God help us..

Well, what can we do about it?

We can at least protest against this stupid war of Little Bush from America!

Photo by myself

If you doesn't understand Icelandic (as I expect since you are reading my primitive blog in English) the text means: "Is the nation not independent? Do we need a helping hand?" Mostly because it seems to us the public in Iceland that the Embassy of USA has decided which side the Icelandic government should take, against the invasion in Iraq or not.

My photolog

Some days ago I bought a digital camera and now I’ve started a photoglog. So if yoy want to see my photos, you can go to: http://www.fotolog.net/eirasi/

No, I'm not dead yet!

But I only have to say that I thank god Little Bush wasn't president some 30 years ago during the cold war.

Some crazy people doesn't know any better way to deal with their enemies than kill them. Now I know about one who is going to kill some thousands if not more to reach his enemy. That man must be more than afraid. He must be desperate! I feel sorry for you little bush.

The Pianist

I saw the film "The Pianist" last night. I Just have to say, how bad can people be to other people. Why is all this hater in the world. But anyway, the popcorn and Fresca was great!

I don't lik this

Why cant' I be coffee or something fun.
If Im not satisfied with tasting like Beeff,

I taste like Beef. I taste like beef. I'm probably made of beef. You are what you eat, they say, and if the title didn't mean something else, I would be a beefeater. I think red meat is good for you. Puts hair on your chest. What Flavour Are You?

Then I would taste lik Nuclear Waste

I taste like Nuclear Waste. Delicious. Tasting like nuclear waste is a good thing - nothing bites me, nothing eats me, few things even touch me. I appreciate the solitude my harsh exterior brings. What Flavour Are You?

I will try this test again wery soon on my Icelandic Blog page! Then I'll manage to be Coffee or something fun.

We shaved our pubic hair ...

The goat

You might wonder what this story about the goat is supposed to mean. I have to admit I had no idea myself when I wrote it down some weeks ago when my blog was brand new. But now I know!

Regarding to Chinese astrology I am the goat. That is I was born on the year of the goat. I’m not only an Aquarius I’m also a goat.

And being a goat that means:
I’m a daydreamer [not false]

I need a plenty of time to be alone and I’m most comfortable in my own mind[mostly true]

I’m not linear thinking[I'm not sure if this is true or false]

I could be a artisan or teacher of New Age Studies or any occupation that allows my mind the full range of freedom[might be true]

I tend to be not very well organized[hmmmm I thought I'm awfully organized]

I tend to be not very materialistic in general [not false]

When I’m in love I tend to be quite a lavish gift-giver [not my to judge]

I need to feel loved and admired [terribly true]

I would be well-served by learning to relax and let others run the show from time to time[yeh]

You can read more about the goat on the web page about the Chinese astrology signs.

The funniest thing on the internet

I was told recently about a translation program on the internet. A translation program that works with the Icelandic language. And since I know my English is not the best in the world and not many people understand Icelandic I thought of this translation program as a great thing. But unfortunately it became only the funniest thing I have ever found on the Internet or elsewhere.

Giving you an example, the program doesn’t discriminate between names and other nouns so it always tries to translate my name. If my name appear in English text it is “translated” to Icelandic and back to English again and I can of course if it appear in Icelandic text it is automatically translated to English. And also since I have various nick names I can now bear a lot of names in English. As an example:

Raggi (from English to Ielandic: Tattered
Einar Ragnar: Uncompromising Ragnar
Raggi (from icelandic to english:Sissy
. . . . .

You can read more stories of this translation crap on Kristiv’s page.

I also asked my sister if she knew anything about this page but she was working in some translations computer program at the University of Iceland last summer. She beg me, never mention her name and this translation program at the same time again. She was rather shocked to she someone put a crap like this online and made clear she have nothing to do with the program. She moreover sent them a letter of reproach, in Icelandic of course. They can just translate the letter to the language they wish she said, good luck!

Some more funny things about the page:

My mother's name is Hrefna and that is also a name of a small whale. So Hrefna translated to English is: Minke whale, lesser rorqual. And of I translate that again to Icelandic and back to English, I get: mink whale , memory rorqual

The idiots that made the program call them self The translation experts!!!

Some times you cant reach the page since: “Too many translation requests by millions of users. Please click here or try again later.” Sure, everybody is translating some books or something!

And finally one good thing about that page. I have finally found someone with less English language skill than I am!

One of Kristiv's English speaking blog readers wanted to read Lilja's Gnarr blog (her blog is really funny some times). But after he became wery dissapointed I think. I don't think he could even understand what on erath she was writing about.

I don't think you believe it

But I think I saw a ghost last night! I’m not sure what ghost it was but I’m working on it.

The funny thing is that I did not think I was going crazy but just wondered who it could be. Instantly began to think about what dead people I know. And I came to some conclusion I’ll not blog about.

I'm not sure if it has anything to do with it, but it happens to be my birthday today.

Weather in Iceland and other places

Well this is not exactly how it is but fun anyway.

+15°C / 59°F
This is as warm as it gets in Iceland, so we'll start here. People in Spain wear winter-coats and gloves. The Icelanders are out in the sun, getting a tan.

+10°C / 50°F
The French are trying in vain to start their central heating. The Icelanders plant flowers in their gardens.

+5°C / 41°F
Italian cars won't start. The Icelanders are cruising in Saab cabriolets.

0°C / 32°F
Distilled water freezes. The water in Hvita river gets a little thicker.

-5°C / 23°F
People in California almost freeze to death. The Icelanders have their final barbecue before winter.

-10°C / 14°F
The Brits start the heat in their houses. The Icelanders start using long sleeves.

-20°C / -4°F
The Aussies flee from Mallorca. The Icelanders end their Midsummer celebrations. Autumn is here.

-30°C / -22°F
People in Greece die from the cold and disappear from the face of the earth. The Icelanders start drying their laundry indoors.

-40°C / -40°F
Paris start cracking in the cold. The Icelanders stand in line at the hotdog stands.

-50°C / -58°F
Polar bears start evacuating the North Pole. The Icelanders navy postpones their winter survival training awaiting real winter weather.

-60°C / -76°F
Myvatn freezes. The Icelanders rent a movie and stay indoors.

-70°C / -94°F
Santa moves south. The Icelanders get frustrated since they can't store their Brennavinn outdoors. The Icelanders navy goes out on winter survival training.

-183°C / -297.4°F
Microbes in food don't survive. The Icelandic cows complain that the farmers' hands are cold.

-273°C / -459.4°F
ALL atom-based movement halts. The Icelanders start saying "it's cold outside today."

-300°C / -508°F
Hell freezes over, Iceland wins the Eurovision Song Contest

This was from Lisa.

Not time to go home yet

I got this email from a coworker earlier to day:

If you see two dolphins in the picture you are the most likely in good shape - both physically and mentally and you are able to work.
----> so continue working.

If you for some reason see something else in the picture you probably have stress and Burnout-Syndrom and
----> it's better for you to go home.

Since I saw just this two dolphins that appear on the photo below.



I think I'll not go home early to day. If you see anything else than this two dolphins, please tell me what I'm supposed to see on this photo since all my coworkers seem to see something else and have got permission to leave early today!

And not to forget

Yesterday,my sister Ralldiggnur had his yearly birthday. Not a big party, just the closest relatieves. An when I bought her the present I stole one of the ideas from one of Stina’s friend. Her friend Herdis gave Stina a book about how to cook for cats. And since my sister (along with our mother) has some cats it was a good idea for her too. I think they both love the book as their cats.

There is time for everything

It’s very nice to have separate time for everything. And now is the season of birthdays. It began the 20th of January when my mother had a birthday and it will end on my birthday, February the 17th if you don’t know it already. I believe that people born under the stars of Aquarius are usually quite funny odd folks that I usually like a lot, so it is not a bad arrangement. And this weekend only I had three birthday parties.

Friday evening was a great party when my friend and coworker, Stina became somewhat older than yesterday (yes she is now 30, who can believe that. I thought she was just 5 or 8 as I am!). It was a great party. Both meeting my coworker she invited and came to the party and her friends that I had never met before I think. Well actually I had seen some of theirs blogs. It seems to me that Stina has rather “bloggish” friends as you can read on her blog page. Well I think you have already read that since most of my visitors are coming from her page.

The party began a bit slowly. The first half of the party had never seen the other half. And the other half was growing rapidly but after a few drinks people was talking all over the place. I think I had always someone to talk to. At least I could talk to the deaf forest cat. No just kidding. I think I talked all the time so fast that nobody could understand what I was trying to say. I just talked to the cat because I like cats as most animals. And since the cat was deaf I mostly spoke with him with my hands. I kind of liked that and then he liked me and I also kind of liked him so we instantly became friends. And to confirm that he bate me in the finger.

Since it was much to drink, everybody (or I hope that) became rather drunk. Some became more drunk than others and on Saturday (the terrible day after) I decided to drink never again. Today this promise changed to “drink never so much again”.

That change of promise was somehow related to the fact that I had to go to another birthday party to day. One of my aunts became 75 years old. And she had the party of her life. She lives on the 12th floor of one of the highest buildings in Reykjavik and have along with her sister bought most of the apartments on the 12th floor of this buildings. If someone in Reykjavik is becoming curious then I can tell you this is one of the three Austurbrun buildings. Well the party was in five of the six apartments, all doors open between the apartments and champagne flooding everywhere. Those aunts I have are among the most extraordinary people I have met or even heard about. They are actually three of them, sisters of my father. Born on a very small farm in the northern part of the country. Lived in a turf house the first 20 years of their lives. One of them moved to America 50 years a go but is now living in Austurbrun as well as Washington DC. One of them has worked most of her live in the American embassy in Reykjavik (that was the one having the birthday). The third one married an engineer who is dead now. All of them are some kind of a cosmopolitans.

Jibbý - it is winter

What can be more amusing?

So you know it, I’m having the fun of my life. Have to write down some numbers on a VAT report for my little sideline consulting and teaching job. The numbers are not so many but those numbers have to be correct. Incorrect VAT report can later make a big trouble.

So after at least one-hour msn conversation earlier in the evening I have to finish this report around midnight or later. But that is okay since the msn conversation was quite amusing and saved the evening.

Unfortunately I had planned to go to the gym this evening but what a heck (as we say in Icelandic English) that doesn’t matter since I’ve been told recently some girls just like fat men. (The problem is just that if I will become fat I will not be able to climb all the mountains I’m planning to climb, such as Mt. Hvannadalshnukur even twice this year, once around Easter and another around the whit sun)
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Strange feeling

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and feel that someone is breaking in to my apartment. Since I don’t sleep with my glasses on I can easily imagine someone standind in a shadow behind a bookshelf or even better my imagination can change to bookshelf itself into someone very dangerous.

I lie nude on my bed and begin to think what to do. Should I just pretend to be a sleep (and let the burglar steel all my properties), should I make a noise or a small movement so the burglar will be afraid and run away (or will he be afraid at all), should I attack him right away or get on some clothes before the attack [thank you Stina] (will he maybe kill me)?

Usually before I do anything at all I realize that there is no one to attack [thank you Stina] or to attack [thank you Stina] me. My eyes begin to see, I put on my glasses or I wake up.

I stand up from the bed and since no one is around I walk in the nude to the kitchen. Strange that I love to be nude when not disturbing anybody. If it is not warm enough i just put an woolen sweater over my head and strive to the kitchen. If I'm careless I put on the lights. Since I don't have so much curtains someone could see me naked. But who cares. I drink one glass of water or something and then I can to go to sleep again... still naked.

I hope I’m not going crazy.

A day to be remembered

Yesterday is a day to be remembered I think. After eating a traditional rotten acid food (yes it is fantastic) at my parents house I bought a little summer house, well rather some kind of a summer hut. It is not very big.

But as you might not know me and my family has been trying to raise a forest in a place called Myrdalur. And if you know anything about Iceland then you probably know that raising a forest in such a country is not an easy work. And this place Myrdalur moreover is one of the mist windy place in the whole country so it is nearly impossible. Yes I’ve been told I’m stupid and also a bit optimistic.

Our neighbor in the forestry has finally seen that the project is mission impossible so yesterday I made an agreement to him and bought his little 12 square meters hut.

Well, if you would like to see what this place looks like you can go to this webpage.

It can be just so sad

One week ago I did catch cold. Maybe when skiing last weekend, I don’t know. But since then I’ve not been able to do any outdoor activities such as skiing or jogging. Well it has not been serious illness and I am getting better now but the sad thing is that it is just raining at the moment and I think the wonderful whit snow will just be in the see very soon. I don’t know if it is the green house effects or what but there have hardly been any snow in Reykjavik I think the last three winters. But in spite of that the summers have not been so good either. I really want those green house effects to be more effective in the summertime than in winter. I want warm summers with lot of sunshine and I also want cold winters with a plenty of snow (and in fact sunny also if possible).

The small country life

It's not so bad to live in such a small country as I do. As part of this 280.000 population:

I have met the president more than one and the last president also and even the prime minister. Well he was only he major of Reykjavik. And I think most of the nation has.

I can go to a public open web page and see how everyone in the country is related to me. And believe me I seem to be related to all other Icelanders living to day. Well it’s usually not very close relationship. Usually I’ve the same grand grand grand grand grand father. And moreover it’s believed that all Icelanders are descendants of my grand grand grand grand grand grand grand grand grand grand grand grand grand father (yes it was 13 grands) who was the last catholic bishop in Iceland, killed with his sons year 1550. That is:

Jón Arason 1484 - 1550 (the bishop)
& Helga Sigurðardóttir (his vife)

Björn Jónsson 1506 - 1550 (the son of the
bishop, they were killed by an axe the very same day)
Teitur Björnsson 1545 - 1619
Jón Teitsson 1590 - 1650
Sigurður Jónsson 1635
Jón Sigurðsson 1665
Guðmundur Jónsson 1691 - 1762
Þórunn Guðmundsdóttir 1724 - 1787
Guðrún Þorvaldsdóttir 1756 - 1836
Gunnar Gunnarsson 1796 - 1870
Gunnar Gunnarsson 1825 - 1890
Gunnar Gunnarsson 1851
Gunnar Gunnarsson 1889 - 1962
Sigurður Heiðar Gunnarsson 1933 (my father)
eiraggi@hotmail.com

And my grandgrandgrandgrandgrandfather (or maybe some grands more) was also the grandgrandgrandgrandfather of the president!

My desire for good coffee

Sometimes I think I’m drinking to much coffee. The first cup is in the morning and the second cup is also in the morning. There are even more cups in the morning but I’ve never been able to count them all.

In the afternoon there are even some more cups to come. An now I’ve an invitation from a coworker to taste a special organic coffee. I hope I’ll not be hooked on it!

But if you want to try the best coffee in Iceland, go to Kaffitár. I Most often drink their Exprsso Krakatá coffee. It is just marvelous

Expressó Krakatá
Kröftug blanda Mið-Amerískra og Indónesískra kaffibauna brennd Vínarbrennslu. Krakatá hentar einkar vel í heimilisexpressóvélar fyrir kaffiunnendur sem vilja hafa Expressókaffið sitt aðeins minna brennt en venjulegt er með Expressókaffi. Krakatá hefur súkkulaðikenndan keim, þykkt og með örlitlu sykrukenndu eftirbragði. Það er frábært kaffi í heimalagað expressóskot, gefur góða kaffifroðu og fyllingu.

Awakening

I woke up in the middle of last night hearing some "beep-beep" sound. No the house was not burning and it was neither an alarm of a nuclear war. It was just my GSM phone receiving an SMS message from a friend of mine from the company where I used to work two years ago. Good news, he was proudly announcing the birth of his daughter. He and his wife had before one son.

I Love my country

It is getting rather cold these days here in Iceland. 11°C below zero this morning. Has now gone to -8°C at 10 am. But the weather is beautiful, the sun will soon be shining. Actually the sun is rising at these very moment at 10:16. Sunset will be at 16:35. But anyway I will maybe have some northern light in the evening!

Well actually, this is the weather I like most in the winter. Some mellow endless rainy days are not my favorites!

The Icelandic North Atlantic Tragedy at Karahnjukar

You can read about the tragedy here:  http://www.inca.is/



Can you imagine, this beautiful landscape will be under mud and
water for ever!




Can you imagine, this powerful beautiful river (Kringislá) will be just
history after 5 years!




Not many of it's kind in the world.  You will never be able to see this
after few years.