The Blogging Blackhole

So we've officially entered that season when blogs slip into a looooonnnng coma. It's ironic because there's so much going on and I finally have some inspiration yet there's never enough time to craft an intelligent sounding blog post detailing all the fun and exciting things I'm doing (or even the non-exciting things I'm doing). My excuse for not posting regularly is that the excessive sunlight makes me retarded (sunlight is my kryptonite; I work best in vampire-like conditions).


Or maybe it's the fact that I've gone and gotten myself a fancy office job for the summer. Don't get me wrong--jobs are great and I'm fortunate to be employed these days--but office jobs and constant deadlines have a way of zapping one's energy levels and creativity. Thus I come home after a day in the office and maybe jog a mile or two before mindlessly watching episodes of Big Love on the media player.(For what it's worth, them Mormon folks are crazy.)


I shouldn't be making excuses--I am a terrible blogger. I will just admit that now. There, I said it! Leave me alone! I really don't know how some people manage to update their blogs every day...or even three times a week for that matter.


So, to make up for my lackluster performance since late May, here's the run-down of the crazy stuff I've done:

• ATV excursion in a lava field in which I discovered that I really like muddy, dirty activities involving speed
• rafting trip in a fucking freezing river (Hvítá) by Selfoss in which I discovered how sexy I am in neoprene suits. Unfortunately, I also lost all feeling in my extremities for a few hours (thanks to certain coworkers for trying to kill me--I swear). Saunas are my bestest friends!
• was convinced by good friend to hike up to Iceland‘s tallest waterfall; this involved a lot of steady walking with a trekking pole, a barefoot crossing of another fucking freezing river, and then getting lost in an Icelandic mini-forest (a rare feat, I assure you.)
• started a pseudo exercise and diet routine, which is bound to be a complete failure. Besides my lame attempts at jogging, I'm also trying to cut down on red meat and sugar, an impossible task since grilled lamb, hot dogs, and ice cream are mandatory foods in Icelandic summers. (I might be deported for not eating enough of these staples...)
• Eurovision parties. Je ne sais quoi. Supreme tackiness. Awesome Turkish band that reminded me of a Mad Max movie. Need I say more?
• The Reykjavik City Council elections in which an actor/comedian was elected to the seat of Mayor. I normally don't give a shit about Icelandic politics because other people give a shit so I don't have to. See my pal Virgile's blog for an awesome rant about local politics AND Eurovision.

And just this evening I took a trip with a few colleagues to Stokkseyri, where we checked out the recently-renovated Ghost Centre and nearly starved to death as we were fed a continuous supply of free beer by a local brewery. Oh, the horrors! Free beer and no bread basket or crisps! And yes, I've finally had some dinner now but I'm still buzzed. (I promised myself no more blogging under the influence. FAIL.) And in case you're wondering, it's not commonplace in Iceland to visit a museum about ghosts and elves and be fed free beer. It's just one of the perks of my day job. P.S. Beer totally enhances supernatural experiences. Another tip: If you've gone a long time since your last meal and you don't want to get wasted too quickly, try Freyja, an Icelandic micro-brew with a zesty citrus & coriander taste that's only about 4.5% alcohol.