Yet Another Angry Mob

Vampirized by Iceland

2011-04-22T23:34:00.007-01:00

Lucky me, I have been to escape from Iceland for few days. The free world is amazing. The free world
is sunny and warm. The free world is Sweden. Tough the free world is kind of strange when you
have to multiply the price of things by 18 in order to know the equivalent price in Icelandic Króna (ISK).
This is not easy to multiply by 18. and it is also probably very dangerous both for your mental and
emotional health to do that. This is just painful. No one should have to multiply prices by 18. Maybe
it is time to make the ISK bounce back. Though when you buy let's say some food, (usually the
cheapest one on the menu), you kind of feel that you are being very naughty. I have felt that.."this is
taboo feeling". This is like playing with fire. Tempting and burning.

I think the people in Iceland who wants to hold back on the Icelandic króna haven t been abroad for a very long time, or they are
some kind of mathematical genius that can multiply 273 per 18 in less than 10 seconds. Maybe it is
time to let is got. Maybe it is time to pull the plug and let Krónan Bouncedóttir die in peace. Why
shoud the króna fights curencies who are 18 times stronger? It is like remaking David and Goliath
but with a drunk legless and armless david. Not fair. Not even in a chance.

One other thing that i need to mention is the fact that my body has apparently mutated. I probably do
no photosynthezise sun light anymore. My skins, my cells have given up on sun light. Thank you
Iceland to have sentenced me to eternal darkness. After a full day in the sun, just walking around i
feel like i have been laying on a tanning bed for a full month. No because I got one of those amazing
healthy tan / orange glow. I just feel cooked on the inside, my brain is mushy, my eyes are tearing
and this even though I was wearing sun glasses. My skin, exposed to those long hours of sunlight
did not even changed color. I am still as white as Casper the ghost' s ass. Not even a red sunburn
spot.

Nothing. Nada. Rien de rien.

Le Virgile il est toujours blanc comme un cul. I remenber few
years ago, when i was exposing myself to the sun, I was getting at least redish. Now I have as much
albedo as a glacier in Iceland. I am reflecting sunlight. Conclusion of the sun exposure day: I have
been vampirized by Iceland and I am not one of one of those sparkling/glittering Twigh Light
vampire. The next time i expose myself to the sun, i will most likely change into a puff of ashes.
Thank you Iceland, to have changed the French man that I am, into a creature of darkness. The only
thing that I have to do now is to wander the streets of Gautaborg and to look for blood.

How do you F****like Iceland?

2011-04-09T02:46:00.006-01:00

This is how a normal salad/lettuce looks like.

How do you F**** like Iceland?

Right now honey...not very much. I am a bit Over Dosing on it. I am getting tired of this country. When i came six years ago, it seemed to be the country of love and honey... or what ever sweet stuff you can eat. Today i have been forced after months, years of struggles, to create the

Union of pissedoffforeignersthatgotfuckingtrickedbyIcelandandwanttheirlifeback.

Dear Iceland, you deceit me. We demand that Iceland.

- You learn to make the difference between a tomato ready for consumption and one that should hang on the tomato tree a bit longer, because when it is still that green it is not good to eat.

- Check the living status of vegetable. Not that we love surprises when we put our hands in vegetables boxes to pick green tomatoes...but sometimes...when it is gone that green and it is softy and moldy...and start to run after you and want to eat you... it is not good for consumption anymore. We are suppose to be at the other side of the food chain.

- We demand that you let your local Icelandic salad grows more than 5 leaves. I have seen salads in France, and in many other countries, they do not look like the one you are selling unless there has been a heat wave...which is impossible with the shitty cold, windy very snowy winter that you just offered us. Let the fucking salad grow.

- You don´t need to sell me the salad with the pot and ground. It is not a decorative plant. It is food. A salad is something you eat, not something that you display.

- Learn the name of the fucking vegetables. Me as a customer, going to a store, i would like to not have to worry about teaching those kids working behind cash machine what is...a zucchini, an aubergine, or a pumpkin, a passion fruit and even an avocado. (totally did this job when i was younger and i knew at least a 10 vegetables)

- If you don´t want your store staff to be embarrassed, stick to simple vegetable and fruits

- Chicken is meat. Goose is meat. Duck is meat so when i am in a place where i am eating and i don´t have the choice of the menu and one of your national waiter brings me a piece of Chicken or Goose or Duck and i am telling you that i am a Peisco-vegetarian (eat fish, vegetable but not mammal meat) and that i don´t eat that kind of stuff...Please Iceland don´t tell me that this is chicken, this is not meat.

- So learn vegetable names and do not mix them up with things that have feathers. Those are not the same.

- Why does Icelandic gouda taste the same as Icelandic feta who taste the same as Icelandic emmental which taste the same as Icelandic camembert who taste the same as Icelandic maribo which taste the same as Icelandic gouda? One cheese recipe, plenty of wrapping possibilities? Seriously?

- Why do you have to put in my daily newspaper picture of photoshoped meat slices and other meaty product? This is not attractive at all especially when it comes next to the obituary pictures or the freshly borne ones. It makes ones wander.

- Orange…People are not supposed to be orange. I am a geographer, I have dealt with quite a lot of people from all around the world, and no one is naturally orange especially in winter time. Get pale !

- I don´t really like to see that on every street corner the clothes that my grandmother would be wearing if she was still alive. This is ok to be a young hip and cool hipster and go vintage but seriously that leopard blouse you are wearing, with those purple cigarette pants…just don’t do it for you. My grandmother could rock that outfit you can´t. You are in your twenties, you don´t live in the twenties, or in the thirties, or in the fifties, neither in eastern europe during communist time.

- Did I mention that you were orange while wearing this?

- When my nose is full…. I use…a tissue to empty it. I blow my nose and then dispose of the tissue in a trash. I do not catch this nose full opportunity to suck it up my brain and makes animal noises.

- That this is not because on the map it seems that you are on the top of the world that…you are the Top of the world. Be versatile!

- Why does your female representative hide their “most beautiful beauty of the world” under a thick layer of make-up? Is it some kind of technique to prevent their kidnapping during some eventual Viking raid against Iceland? If it is the case, it is working perfectly.

- I have been here for more than 6 years. You do not need to ask me…When are you going home?…Because I am not! I am here to take your job, your money and your potential mate. (already did that last one, pretty proud of it).

- This is because I can answer já to the question Geturðu tala Íslensku ? (Can you speak Icelandic?) that I am fucking an awesome genius in Icelandic and that ég tala svo vel íslensku (I speak so good icelandic). Give a bit more credit, I can also say Nei and takk.

- Your language…Not that hard to learn, 6 years, 1 year of courses, a lot of guessing and voilà.

- Why does everyone has to have the same name? My husband has 3 cousins around his age with the same name and “family” name as him. I had to find him a silly nickname to differentiate him from the other ones.

- Stop to butcher my name. Virgile is not that hard to pronounce when you have volcanoes named eyjafjallajökull. Make an effort, if you can spit eyjafjallajökull you can spit my name.

- Your English…not that good and it comes from French person.

- Hire better translaters for the TV because me the Já guy that speaks so vel Islensku starts to realizes that sometimes your translation it does not really make sense.

- You don´t need to nationalize and literally translate the name of TV and Movie characters. Liz Lemon from 30 rock can´t be Lisa Sitrona, the same goes with Luke Skywalker and ALL the others ones.

- This is not because a star like Jake Gyllenhall (who is right now in Iceland) comes for a visit for once that he is a friend of Iceland. Friendship is not based on one visit.

- When on TV one of your journalist or TV host you present subject about HIV, World hanger, genocide, death….Please try to keep that smile, that joyful tone and those porcelainevenir teeth for your next office party. Serious subject. Serious face.

We are done for now, Iceland you may now go take a long look at yourself in the mirror and do some thinking. Don´t worry We will be back.

Virgile

President of the Union of the PissedoffforeignersthatgotfuckingtrickedbyIcelandandwanttheirlifeback

The kitty plague of Iceland.

2011-03-23T23:22:00.004-01:00

A vicious Icelandic viking kitty.

It has been a long time people. It has been a very long time since i posted something last summer i think, when i was (rightfully) whining about the new mayor/clown in chief of Reykjavík. History has shown that i was right. It did not took long J Anyway. No wait, i posted a stuff about gay Iceland? Today´s blog is dedicated to pussies.

People, while you read these lines, you should know that vicious cats are taking over Iceland. Yes, you read well: CATS. One might think that Icelanders should be worried about Icesave and the future of their children, bearing the burden of....blablabla mewwww mewwww....

Cats! People. CATS! They are taking over Iceland. The whole country will be soon dominated by an army of purring fur balls longing for petting sessions. The Kitty Plague is rambling the country. Think 28 days later VS Hello Kitty.

This is under the attack of cats, that I am writing theses lines. They may be my last.

Icelanders have a fucked relationship with their pet. For many years, dog were simply forbidden in Reykjavík. No one really knows why. If you live in a complex building, you have to ask the authorization of all the residents/owners within the building.If one does not want your pet, you cannot get it. If you don´t respect, the dog or cat police will come and take away your favourite pet and punish it. I am not kidding. Keep reading.

I live for example on the 5th floor of a complex building composed of 25 apartments. The laws of the building strictly stipulate that this is “officially” forbidden to own any kind of pet, without the consent of all the apartment owners. The laws from my building have been made before my birth (almost 30 years ago). Today, there are many pets in the building, despite the law (many cats). Residents live in total deny, THE National Sport in Iceland. The house meetings are extremely funny. Anyway, let´s go back to Iceland HATE for pet. The funny thing is that the argument is based on allergies. Ok fair enough, but for example, I am allergic to alcohol, maybe I should ask my neighbours to stop to hit the bottles while at their home, use perfumes, or any product that do contain alcohol, such as shampoos, creams, anything containing vinegars…etc. Fun isn´t it?

So inhabitants of Reykjavík were once forbidden to own pet. Today the situation got better, especially for dog and dog owner. Nevertheless, the situation for cats did not get better. We can all be glad of that. That is why, when one take a stroll down town Reykjavík, he will be surprised to meet on his way numerous cats, known as the slutty cats of 101 (the area code of this part of the city). Why slutty? Because they know that sex sells, and if they totally play the “I am a the Maria Magdalena of all pussies card”, you will be tempted to pet them. They will purr, they might even follow you a bit, but all this is just a stratagem to to charm you and exterminate you.

A cat and a polar bear down town Reykjavik ready to attack.

During last few months, several municipalities around Iceland have taken measure preventing the vicious invasion and taking over of Iceland by cats. First, Kópavogur, a charming, popular and not at all corrupted city situated in one the lovely suburbs of Reykjavík had to take drastic measure to fight its cat problems. I mean, cats were taking over the town. They were wandering around, chasing bird, crossing streets and even sometimes, gardens. Some people got mewed, one woman got her hand scratched and someone had a cat sneaking into his home at night. Vicious creatures! What might seem to be a normal behaviour by crazy cat ladies around the world (and me). Seem to be for inhabitants of Kópavogur a plot for taking over their town and the whole country. As a good soldier and all time prepared to defend Iceland, the town took extreme measures. They declared that all shall wear necklaces and be identifiable. If traitors /read cat owners failed to fulfil those requirements and if their hypothetic cat is being caught walking around without the necklace around its neck, the animal will be immediately arrested, and can be sentence to up to five days in the cat jail. The animal will be release to its owner after the sentence. The people of Kópavogur had no choices. They had to take actions. They even created 2 jobs for that. The cat police. I can´t even start to imagine the strategies cats have to develop to keep their vicious businesses running and escape the men in uniforms. Mewwww

In Hafnafjörður, also another lovely town in the suburbs of Reykjavík, residents of a nursing home situated 1) in the middle of a lava field 2) in the outskirt of town 3) close to a hjali (a a wooden structure used to dry fish) have been forbidden to feed the surrounding cats. They are mainly attracted by the hjali, but sometimes, they come to the old people nursing home and ask to be fed or even worst….pet. All this vicious purring makes one sick !

So it is now illegal to feed the “lava fied cats”. The town authorities and the director of the nursing home have even threaten to expelled the residents if they were not respecting the ban. They certainly hope that the unfed cats will just run disappear. My experience with cats tells me that 1) cats will get hungry, 2) they will eat the old people and feast in their remains. This how cats deal that kind situation. Mewwwww

In the north of the country, the town of Akureyri; known to be the second biggest town of Iceland, outside the capital area. A town that you should definitively visit if you have nothing to do at all and want to make a cure/detox based on the consumption of bad coffee and béarnaise sauce (N.B. they are usually served together. Do not ask why). Anyway. The town decided that inhabitants of the town, should first of all limit themselves to 3 cats per household (you can own as many other pets you want), that all the cats should be tagged and wear a necklace (fair enough). In addition to that, people will have to pay a yearly fee (6000 isk / 6000 in monkey money / 40 euros / 52 dollars) for each cat one owns. 18 000 isk a year if you have 3 cats; knowing that a cat can live more than 20 years, that is a lot of money. These cats better be the Roll-Royce of purring.

Those are only 3 example of the Kitty plague who is striking Iceland. While, we inhabitants of Iceland, are comfortably seating in our living room, worrying over the horrific state of the world, the fact that Iceland is being bullied by the whole universe and beyond, by the fact that the oil prices are going up because those Libyans do want more democracy. Cats are slowly taking over the country. They are vicious purring fur balls, looking for ways to wipe Icelanders out of the face of the Earth. They purr, they hiss, they mew and sometimes scratch.

People Beware! Run for the hills.

Mewwww Mewwww

Seriously. Why do Icelanders hate pet? Well my theory is that Icelanders hate pet like they hate ornamental flowers. Explaination: When the Althing, the current parliament building of Iceland was built at the end of the 19^th century, a garden was created at the back of the building. In this garden, were planted tuilips and ornamental flowers. When that happened for the first time, Newspapers, journalists and people went mad about it. They were protesting the fact that had been planted non edible plants. Those plants were then useless and what was left of it have been destroyed. At that time, some sheep were running freely around Reykjavik. They started the job, humans finished it. Anyway, my point being that those plants got destroyed because they had no productive goal. They were just ornamentals thus useless. I think Icelanders have the same relationship with pets and especially with cats. They don´t see the point in them because you can´t eat them. Though Icelanders do eat weird stuff like subways boats, dominos pizzas and KFC chickens. Anyway, that is why I think they don´t like cat.

I love cats. I have had many when I was a kid, up to 5 if I remember right. That probably makes me a traitor in Iceland. ( just add it to my Icelandic treasons ‘list). I have been infected by the kitty plague.

This is getting late, and this is time for me to go to bed. Before that, I will have to obey to my 7 year old cat, May, who force me to let her (I humanize her a lot) drink water from the bathtub tap. I will also have to deal with the malicious attacks of Jóga, my 1 year old kitty who thinks that my toes are cocktail sausages waiting to be eaten (though she might be right). If I survive, they will fall asleep between my leg, purring, making sure than I cannot run away. If I make it through the night, around 7ish, Jóga will viciously sneak her paws under the cover, at different strategic spots (cocktail sausage, knees, ribs) to check if I am dead or not. If I am still alive, she will then go back to sleep.

Mewwwwww Mewwwww

Terror starts at home.

Virgile

Flickr Update

2010-08-27T18:56:00.003-01:00

I updated my flickr account.

Gay, Gayer, Gayest, Iceland!

2010-08-16T21:30:00.009-01:00

I am here in my hotel room, alone on my first gay wedding anniversary.

Iceland is fucking gay. PERIOD

Few weeks ago, I was bitterly guiding while everyone is gay partying in Reykjavík. Yes people this was gay pride time and I was once again guiding.

Iceland is a fucking gay place if not the gayest place on earth. I don't understand why the Westboro church has not put Iceland on its hate list yet. What are they waiting to organize protest and stands screaming how fast Iceland is rushing its way to hell.

I am telling you: gays and lessies are dragging Iceland straight to Hell: gay marriage, a carpet muncher as Prime minister and me (though I might crossing the straight line as one my ex-tourist accused me few weeks ago to have seduced his wife during their trip in Iceland. Yes, I am a very devious guide) A small Google image search will give you a small glimpse of the local gay life. Yes! This is all about Iceland's prime minister Jóhanna Sigurðarsdóttir.

Anti-gay conspiracists might have been right: There is a gay agenda: To turn every country into fabulous countries. (Kreppa Chic style in the case of Iceland)

This is, this period of the year where I am guiding like there is no tomorrow. Pimping Iceland.

I am now guiding on the south coast of Iceland and during the past few weeks I have never seen that many gay couple touristing around. Butchy lessies, butchy gay and rainbow gay families with multicolour childrens. Is there any straight people left here? I even have 2 pintades in my current group…

Like every year, the Gay Pride week-end turned a national holiday. I think that somehow gay pride has lost its sense in Iceland. Too many rights killed the Pride. This is getting too easy. We can get married. 15 years old teens are coming out of the closet on national TV while their dads sit next to them and support them. What has happened to the world? Lessies are getting pregnant faster than bunnies and gays will soon probably have access to surrogates.

I seriously start to miss the time where in Iceland, gay people were shanghaied to Denmark as soon as they diagnosed with homosexuality. Even if this is nice to be walking around everywhere hand in hand with the hubby, I kind of miss sometimes the bonheur of being insulted/humiliated/beaten in a street. I want to feel subversive, socially dangerous. When can I be a moral threat to society again?

I got gay married last year. Even if the law about full marriage equality was not yet voted, I still had a big gay fat wedding. I was actually married but under a special homosexual regime. This regime has been merged to the one of the heterosexuals. Equality for all !

I have very rarely heard negative comments about my kind here in Iceland. No one in my hubby families made "funny" faces when we announced we were going to tie the knot. They were very nice to us. (Though some of his far away relatives asked me when I was moving back to France during the party, but that has nothing to do with the fact I was gay. They often ask me this and usually vote for the Independence Party J).

The general population is very gay friendly in Iceland. On Gay pride day, my current very good and friendly bus driver (That's a first: a bus driver I like. I guess I am not that dead inside after all) told me yesterday over dinner that he was a great supporter of the gay cause but, he does not supports clown. I would have to agree with him. Clowns should be shanghaied to Denmark.

What he meant by clown was all those of my kind that like to dressed up in flashy outfits and fab around. They might have found a new leader the Mayor of Reykjavík who showed up at the opening ceremony of the gay pride in drag and was first in the parade still dressed as a woman. I am telling you: Hell: We are queer. We are heading there.

I have nothing against drags or arty flaming gay people ( though Iceland is mass producing them). I am just sometime tired of having them on the cover of the gay pride magazine, on TV, TV shows or in all kind of new papers. I think that would be a great victory to have a mainstream gay couple on the cover of the gay pride magazine would be a great victory. Yes I know, make up sells better.

As this is gay pride month, here are few highlights on the local gay life.

To make things easier, I am going to present it as a Kingdom/ Queendom.

First, let me introduce her highness the Empress/Kaiser/Goddess/Queen of the whole local gay world: her super highness Jóhanna Sigurðardóttir. Iceland's Prime Minister. She is originally a stewardess (no this is NOT the plot for a X rated movie).

Last year one of my tourist though she was hot. He was sixty something and asked me if I know of any "hot" picture of Jóhanna and her wife…Thanks for the images in my head. Jóhanna thus became a PMILF !!!

She married her partenaire few weeks ago just after the law about full marriage equality passed. She was actually the first one of doing so. Her wife is a journalist / writer. What I like is that she is very discreet about her private life. She mainstreams well but. I can´t wait for an official visit from abroad with spouses exhibitions. That should be fun.

Her best lesbian quote: "my time will come" everyone thought she was talking about her political career, we know today she was just advocating her lesbian agenda.

Here is a picture of her. You can see how the light shine on her.

She is Holy!

Knee in front of her.

Her court is populated of fabulous royalties. There is also some other gayies and lessies in the parliament but they do not belong in this post.

Holy music gay Icons/stars/knights/wrecks have a special place within Iceland gay kingdom.

First, the Queen of "fucking everything" Gayiceland. (Yes you also are supposed to knee on front of him): Pall Oscar, former Eurovision contestant from 1997, Eurovision Queen and fabuuuuuuuuuuuuuulous artist, and probably the last and only DJ on earth to still play remix of Whitney Houston when it is not even midnight yet. He has been around for ages. He is loved by infants in Iceland. He is shiny and colourful. He has release a best of last year. In the best of booklet was a picture of him wearing a leather jackets and only a pair of chaps… He is loved by infants. He is actually a good singer.

Páll wears pink lycra outfits like no one else.

Here is a small video of him from the 1997 Eurovision song contest and one of his latest song

I know, very subversive for 1997...

Allt fyrir ástina is one of his last song. It has been a big hit in Iceland.

He gave birth to several "artists" including Haffi Haff. Yes, Palli reproduces. If Palli is the Queen, Haffi haff is probably the crown prince. They have been hanging around a lot lately. Few months ago in Iceland's unique gossip magazine Seyð og Heyrt (seen and heard) it appeared that him and Páll Óscar have had the same silicon lip job. Coincidence ? I do not think so.

Haffi tried once to go to Eurovision but the sheep were not ready to send him to the free world and they voted him out of the national contest. In his defence he did had some serious competitors such as Merzedes Club

Yes I know your ears are bleeding now.

Here is a picture of Haffi

Haffi haff is on the right of the picture along with 2 faghags.

Please notice the professional lip ducking one on the left.

Fierce

Haffi Haff has been out, as an artist… for a couple of years. I personally think that listening to him is a human right violation but yet I am a happy malcontent and I am not an artist. Fun facts: he confessed that he was in indeed fan of Lady gaga. Who would have guessed? He also likes to surprise/shock the public telling that YES HE IS A HOMOoooooSEXUAL. Who would have guessed? The countryside nicelanders love him. He is all time on tour in some far away countryside town /barn. He recently fired his manager for not supporting Haffi's will to start an international career… Haffi Haff has to yet understand that what happens in the barn…stays in the barn.

Here is "Jealousy". (no, he is not copying anyone)

He also released this wonderful piece of art: "Buried alive" and remember he is a tiny fan of Lady Gaga who at the same time released her Bad Romance video. I actually think that Gaga and Haffi are only one person. If you don't believe me ask yourself this question: Have you ever seen them together in the same room? No ?

Anyway, here is the video: "Buried Alive"

Now your ears are haemorrhaging. I know.

There is also Fríðrik Ómar. Knight of gayiceland.

He is on the right.

I think he is the Holy knight of fag hags. (and god knows there are a lot of them in Iceland). He is from the north of Iceland. Few years agao, I lived for a couple of month in the town next to the town where he is from. While picking a pizza in the local bar, I heard few clients talking about the new and "only" gays in in the village, a.k.a me and Hubby G. They were glad that we were good normal gay people. They said that we were not like Fríðrik Ómar. I have never been so proud in my life. Fríðrik can actually sings. He knows also how to put too much make-up. This year, he inherited of the Gay Pride anthem. Yes there is a gay pride anthem in Iceland. Do I need to remind you that we have a lesbian as Prime minister. What did you expect?

Fun fact: Here is his performance during Eurovision in 2008. At this time he was in a band name Eurobandið along with his fag hag.

Last but not least Daníel Óliver. Daniel has yet to prove his value to the great homosexual kingdom of Gayiceland. Daníel is fresh and new. He has yet to be touched by grace but has everything that one needs to become a gay royalty: a wind machine, some hairs and some stylish tape outfits. I actually give him a good gay behaviour points for not shaving his armpits.

Here is a picture of him. (no it has not been photoshopedJ)

He recently released a song called Dr.Love… where he does not hide his feelings for his kind. I think he should be the mystic of the gay court. He has special power: He turns straight people into vampires…euh….gays. even if he is powerfull. He has yet to understand that until he will not start to shine until he begins to wear shiny colourful outfits like his fellows gay artists above. I give him a good point for a "sensitive use of a wind machine". He is sure on his way to Eurovision.

Here is the Dr.Love music video.

Yes I know, now you are deaf.

Around this musical court evolve an incredible amount of fag hags. Too many of them. Iceland is mass producing them. I actually hate Icelandic faghag (i have a very good danish one). Especially the young and inexperienced one. The rare few times I have partying been in Barbara, Reykjavík's only official gay bar, I all time met some young faghag asking me if I was gay. Usually when I answered them yes, they screamed their happiness to have find a true gay person… I usually run away.

There is worse than young Icelandic faghags. Old gayless faghag. Those are the worst. This is usually girls that who do not have found their fag and have more or less gave up on finding one but still hang out in gay places and parties in the hope that maybe one day, some gay soul… Old-fag-less-hags usually drink their misery and end up wandering around the place…stepping with their high heels on everyone else tows.

You know why Iceland is a fucking gay place. I actually starting to think that we might not be in presence of a gay kingdom but an army. An army of fabulous soldiers ready to fight and the more I look around me, the more I listen to their soldiers'songs the more I think that they are plotting a gay outvasion…

Beware. You have been warned.

Virgile

On pimping Iceland

2010-07-12T22:07:00.005-01:00

One has to eat and as i am still not funded for my PhD project, i am pimping Iceland occasionally. Yes Iceland is my whore and i am exposing her flesh to eager French tourists. That a cool job. I live to pimp Iceland. I love to pimp Iceland. Iceland is an easy girl. She is both able to please tourists and give them a good scare. I am not going to list all the many MERVEILLEUSES thingsto do here. The list will be endless. i would rather list all the many dangers one might expose oneself by coming to Iceland: Erupting volcanoes, floods, glacial surges, ghosts, bankers, witches, monsters, politicians, trolls, me and last but not least Icelanders.

There is a whole campaign right now in Iceland and outside Iceland to attract tourists. The crisis has rarefied the tourists. I guess people have less money to spend on overpriced holidays. Eyjafjallajökull's eruption has not helped either. Anyway...they are pimping Iceland even harder than me.

I have a cool job. I like to guide/pimp. It is fun most of the time . Tonight i am camping in a small town in the east of Iceland: Seyðisfjörður. 750 souls living in one pretty fjord. What is even better with Seyðisfjörður is that tonight they have some kind of festival "lunga". There is a lot of people for the festival. Many of them seem to come directly from the nineties, other from the nearest tanning salon (yes they do have one here). The program looks cool and if i did not had to feed 18 hungry tourists i would really like to go listen to some music. There is nevertheless one down side. This is free for people older than 50 years old. Once again, I am never part of the right crowd. In Reykjavik there is mostly free stuff for people with kids. I have neither an articial hip or a mini snotty thus i guess i have to pay.

People romanticize the guiding life, like they do with trolley trotters serving coffee on airplanes. Ok we go to many MERVEILLEUSES places but there is some serious downsides. I have so often to some boring places....

Geysir, for example. Do you know how many time i have this thing erupt? I have had received one króna every time Iceland geysir-ejaculates, i would be right now roasting my casper's white ass somewhere warm far far far away. If it was me, i would build a parking lot over the dam thing. One with a warm floor, heated thanks to hot water...

I am not even going to start to talk about Gullfoss.

Guiding is also a life learning experience. You meet all kind of people. The kind you will hopefully never meet again. Lately i have to say that i am learning A LOT.

Some days the guide needs to run away...just for an hour of two from the group, from its leader. This is what i am doing right now. I am a fugitive. I bet someone is right now gluing

I was borderline to add my name to the list of the many dangers you might encounter in Iceland.

Guiding has also many good sides. Yesterday i climbed a very nice volcano, Askja. I bathed in one of its crater. It was simply amazing. As a guide, i have notice that you can also let free your passive agressivity. People love it. This is one very good side of guiding.

The other good side is that it reminds me why i live here. If it was not for the mountain, the lakes and monsters, i would have taken my hubby the Viking far far away.

I have to go to sleep.

(BTW. While writing this post...I saw arrived in the coffee house where i ran away, few (local) models preparing themselves (with beer) for a woolly photoshoot in the coffee house...FIERCE ! (please notice the fashionables pink leggings)

Yes i am a Malcontent / Terror starts at home

2010-05-30T02:17:00.014-01:00

Germany won Eurovision..WTF/LOL? I personally thought it was boring and felt i was watching some kind of living room drunky singerstar session. I like more shinny things.

Here is a video of this year's Eurovision winner for those who dared to ignore this fabulous/tacky event.

I had a small party. Expect a full IceGlamish report on Eurovision with Apricot boobies, Justin Bieber look-a-like and catwomans....

On a more annoying matter

I am apparently not getting the current Besta Flokkurinn "jokes". I guess i must do some kind of "nafla skoðum" [umbilical review] as the local nicelanders would say.

They are now the biggest party in Reykjavík and their leader, most likely to be the Mayor of Reykjavík. I have blogged about him yesterday [link]

Love the fact that people keep telling me that i am not getting "THE JOKE"

I just think that nicelanders somehow voted and now party like it's 2007* all over again.

This is just my own opinion. This is funny because when people started to protest in 2008 i pointed out that it lacked ideology, a political message and a clear political & ideological leadership. People just wanted to clean up the then sitting National Assembly. Which was entirely justified at this time and eventually happened, but within the parties nothing has changed at all.

We are in 2010 and i think i was so RIGHT on this. Now this Best - Fucking - Flokkur (Best fucking friends?) is the best example of this and the other "classical" parties probably just realized it now and are going to come out of their coma. New political ideologies and methods on their way? Apparently our Social-democrat Prime Minister got the message. Other political party leaders not yet.

The biggest problems that B -F- F are going to face is that they manage to get elected without being political. Now they are going to have to start be political because decisions will have to be made and they will have to deal with opposition, both from other political parties and the general population. I actually think that this is nice to see that new people are taking over the political arena. Fresh blood for the crowd / Fresh blood for the monster. My issue is that, they still haven't REALLY told us what are they really going to do.

I think political candidates for every single party have been just high for a very long time. Each of them with their very own special drug (Where can i get some ?). I think voters may as well been high (Where can i get some ?). Everyone is probably heading to rehab right now (which is a very hype place to be and will be the subject of a future post. Maybe a live blogging session as i might eventually have some anger management issues to solve)

This all "mess" makes me think about a great scene from the excelent Six Feet Under TV series.

Terror starts at home / Revolution starts at home.

As long as the voters in Niceland will have not started to personally reconsider themselves they will not be able to move foward, neither their politicians. People get the gouvernment they deserve. We will see what happens in Reykjavík now and the during next four years. Good luck to them. Good luck to us.

In any case, when i went pick up my car today i walked accross the following graffiti/tag/territorial marking

I hope this is not some kind of premonitory sign :-)

On a even more extremely annoying matter, just to be clear and respond to those who say that I am all time malcontent; I would quote Natalie Dee:

http://www.nataliedee.com/archives/2010/May

Good Night

*2007 WAS the THE year of reference in the Icelandic historical time. 2007 is the year were everything was fabulous, money was flooding in the gutter, the Króna was the beZt currency ever in the whole fucking Univers, and people were just HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY)

To ease the pain..of the angry mob.

2010-05-29T01:25:00.006-01:00

Úffffffff i am not blogging often enough, i should blog more often but i am just lazy

Strange times, inhabitants of Iceland, including me, are experiencing. Tomorrow is supposed to be a big day....Final of the Eurovision. Yes, Iceland made through the semi-finals so Eurovision party tomorrow evening with the hope to win this contest crowning fabulousness/tackiness/gayness...ég bíð spenntur....comme dirait l'autre.

The runner is year is Hera Björk…Femme Troll/Volcan. She has been around for a long time, she tried to make is at a singer in Iceland…with questionable results. She has mainly been many times as a back singer for other locals Eurovision contestants, and took part as a contestant for the pre Eurovision contest in Denmark last year where she ended in second place. She is what one might call a Eurovision whore…We all are…At least in Iceland (so no shame here). She is also known for having been in the past the spoke person for Pizza Hut and has had her own "five minutes of fame" moment in the infamous black/truth report on the economy crash of Iceland where someone in the report stated "the economy of Iceland swell like Hera Björk at Pizza Hut lunch buffet". Ouch.

She actually surprised me during the semi-finals. She did very good and the singing, the song and the beat have obviously been fixed and she is having fun on stage. Good performance so far. I would like to apologize to her. Hera if you read this blog. I am sorry to have misjudged you and even if your performances in Iceland during the pre-contest had as much charisma as an oyster. You rocked on stage in Oslo. Congrats. Here is a video of the semi-finals:

Tomorrow (30th of May) is also the day of the local elections...with the ultimate crown being Reykjavík. The campaign has been terribly borrrrrrrrrrring.

Apparently everything has to be about children, their well-being, their happiness, their health, their future and even the colour of their poop…EVERYTHING about those little screaming things….I came to the conclusion that Reykjavík is a fucking city for:

Single people willing to have fun. (Reykjavík is actually a great town to do this)
People with kids – they call them family – many kids….too many kids

If you don't belong to one of the previous categories you are basically screwed. Personally, I am unfortunately happily married and have 2 adorable cats, including one 7 months kitten…but that does not count as children and the local kindergarten does not accept kittens so I am basically an outcast… I am not election ingredient but, the delightful people of the National Registry and the Foreigner Office have found a solution for me. They "forget" to put my name on the voting list, considering that the period I lived in Reykjavík between 2004 and 2007 was not REAL even if i paid taxes, and had several consecutive appartments. I must have been in some kind of parallel reality like the people in LOST, or something similar. Should I start to be scared of the smoke monster?

This year the "classical" parties are running and few minor ones that have absolutely no chances to have a seat in the city council. Sad but true. There is also a scarry New one…

You have the Independence Party (they RUINED the whole country with their incompetent, nepotistic, pseudo liberalist policies). Their leader for the local election is the over/extremely/ȕbber smiling Hanna Birna, currently mayor of Reykjavík, which strangely looks like the singer for this year's Eurovision' s Armenian song. Here is the Albanian entry. (two thumbs up)

Here is the proof that they are i think the same person? if you doubt me...ask yourself: Have ever seen them in the same room at the same time ?

People have started to nickname her Miss Right, as she has never announced or commented a bad news. She usually send one of her henchman to do the dirty job to announce salary cuts or the lastest questionable decisions that they city council.

To be frank, she pisses me off, or as I would say in French: "elle me court sur le haricot" [she is running on my bean a.k.a she is getting on my nerves]. I am not even going to start to talk about the people who are on her list as they are ALL extremely unbearable. To sum up, before they get my vote they need:

To get a small reality check. This is not 2007 anymore
To realize that we do not live in the Carebears world
To come out of the closet ASAP
To tell the voters where can we buy the same shampoo.
To get a minimum political education/culture.

(this is an exhaustive list. Candidates may choose a several possibilities)

Then there is Dagur…Ah Dagur Oh Dagur….leader of the Socio-democrat list. (They are currently in government). Outsiders (Yes there is a world outside Iceland) must know that Dagur

He has curls.
Fabulous curls.
Flat feet.
Is a Doctor.
Did I say he has fabulous curly hair?
That no one in this year Eurovision contest looks like him. He is therefore unique.

Here is a picture of the fabulous curls in the wind
(i know it is the season, but no wind machine has been used for this shot)

To be honest, I am supporting them. I do think that they have the most clear and structured program even if I am not totally agreeing at 100% with them. I am also sad to see that they only have a local vision of things even if "Dagur the fabulous curly hair", came with some idea from abroad. One the national scale, they have a credible international platform. They should have it for Reykjavík too.

Then there is the Left Greens. I frankly do not understand them. Their leader Sóley scares me a bit. She is obsessed with children and if we were in a Simpson episode she would be Helen Lovejoy.

(if you watch this video a couple of time in a row, it will make you feel like to personally experienced the whole political campain. Enjoy)

For me the Left Green party seems to be a gathering of "bitter but very concerned/ I want to be in the spotlight housewives" and a couple of very clever people who have to drag around the housewives. I haven't had time to go through their plan in details but from what I have seen they have actually pointing out few good points, like sorting the trashes, more buses etc., basic things that should have done years ago. Too little too late?

They are also other minor lists…which did not have anything noticeable…and then there is…the List for Besta Flokkurinn….the best party. tatataatatat

Besta Flokkurinn is a political UFO. Don't really know where they come from, and most important where they are going. I don't think they know themselves…

They are led by Jón Gnarr a famous and extremely popular Icelandic stand-up comedian/comic. Most of the people on the list are hip & cool 101ish (ex)artists. [101 is the downtown district]

This is Jón Gnarr and his dog.

(please notice the WTF look on the dog face)

They started this party as a joke.(as they said). They first made fun of politicians and promised that they will be as corrupted and nepotistic as one can be…Then the joke went on the voters...Then the jokes got bad very bad…in my taste… I a mean…Joking about importing Jews because they have money and create a ghetto for them… is out of the line…a deal breaker…even if you put the word joke at the end….The good thing is that if he get elected, I will officially be able to make all the bad / tasteless / disgusting comments I want and just put Djók….at the end….Fat and ugly people beware…

I am kind of terrified of what is going to happen tomorrow when the voting boothes will close because so far the Best Party, as they call themselves is the biggest party in town, according to the polls. Polls are not all time right. i do hope.

The Best Party have absolutely no platforms…only very unclear ideas…and nothing concrete except making Reykjavik a brighter and more fun city. They want to have a polar bear in the Reykjavík (and turn it officially into an animal prison; no on my watch) and have all kind of stuff for Idiots…No comments.

These are honourable causes one might say, especially the idiots part… there is a lot of those around lately. Many people pointed out the affairs of a city are a serious things. Tonight, during the last political debate between the candidates Jón Gnarr was asked what he wants to do to boost job opportunities in Reykjavík. He suggested that the city of Reykjavík should use some of its housing as a jail for white collars. Exactly what people want to hear right now. Someone needs some kind of sensitivity training.

Populist Jón Gnarr? I do think so. There is all this stuff going on lately about arresting the white collar people responsible for the economic failure of the country. Some of them have spent already some time in jail for investigation matters. Jón Gnarr certainly knows what the crowd wants to hear RIGHT NOW… but just as a small notice for him, prisons are a state matter not a local one and the Minister of Justice has already explained that was not a possibility to do this due to financial and practical reasons.

Everyone though that they will withdraw their candidature before the Election Day. It has not been the case. They are NOT joking. I think people are going to have a serious reality check on Monday if they get elected. Reykjavík will have a serious hangover for the next couple of years. I have nothing against new people in politic but not them.

His supporters have started to paint him as the Icelandic Obama....

Afsakið meðan ég æli! [Sorry while i puke]

They claim themselve to be revolutionary. I see nothing new there, just a new "distracting" packaging. NOTHING NEW

On Thursday I watched Videocracy a documentary on RUV, the National TV (they usually excel in playing excruciatingly borrrrrrrrring programs). Videocracy is a documentary about Silvio Berlusconi and Italia … I realized that Jón Gnarr might be the Icelandic version of Berlusconi. He promises his voters the funny and bright world he offers them through his different TV shows, stand-ups and interviews. A world were the audience laugh and relax while everything is fine and humoristic.

Scary.

For me he just seems to be a demented power craving person. I don't think we need a another one like this in Iceland, if you know what I mean.

Voters might to have a massive hangover for the next 4 years….and as someone commented tonight "Reykvíkingar myndu kjósa sauðkind, væri hún markaðsett á sama hátt og Jón Gnarr" (Inhabitants of Reykjavík would vote for a sheep if it was market in the same way as Jón Gnarr). No comments.

In any case, I don't know who is the angry mob of the day.

The voters who are willing to vote for anything / anyone that comes up or to see that people haven't learnt anything from this motherfucking putain de bordel de merde economic crisis?

Maybe this is just me simply me who is on the edge of a nervous breakdown a la American Psycho? (an Icelandic version of course, with ashes.. a lot of them)

The good thing is that Icelanders still amaze me.

Virgile

Watch out for the Easter Eggs

2010-03-31T18:22:00.002-01:00

This is my first blog post in a first time. I am a lazy blogger.

Not that i do not want to to blog. I just do not take the time to do it.

Plenty of things have happened in Iceland since my last post…in September 2009. The important thing that you have to know is that he Kreppa (Crisis) monster is still rambling the streets of Reykjavík leaving behind itself load of "victims".

I want to talk about food in Iceland and particularly Easter.

Food in Iceland is crap. This is simple clear and the naked truth. The food for sell in stores is bad quality and you have to search really for good products. By good I mean not rotten, not out of date and with production origin information. I am highly suspicious of stickers on some jars saying "cherries from somewhere". I don't know why. This is not appealing to me.

Easter time is interesting in Iceland because I think that Easter eggs are representing everything that wrong with food in Iceland.

Back in France, Easter happens the following way: You go to bed and when you wake up, you discover that the bells that came directly from Rome, have put in your own tree in your garden (or your very own ficus in your apartment's living room) candies and small gifts. In most of the case, you have to climb the tree to get the candies. The bells coming to my home were very much adept of the top of the tree and I had to take a lot of risk. Don't know why.

I can still see myself in pyjama's jumping around my tree trying to get the candies, climbing the branches, risking my life just in order to get candies.

It has it pros and cons. In one hand, you freeze your ass and there is a great chance that you will injure yourself at some point by falling from the tree or breaking a branch, but on the other hand you get some exercise and you feel you really deserve candies.

Here in Iceland, no such things. In most cases You get one egg, just one "chocolate" egg. Some very people get lucky and get several. No need to hunt then outside or climb trees. What does matter in Iceland is the size of the eggs. Yes, in this case (like in most of the cases) size does matter. It starts at number 2, which is according to some is really humiliating. Size 10 is the biggest… I have heard some stories about a size 14…but I think this is a urban myth.

When it comes to candy and especially Easter eggs, Icelanders are size queens. They like it big. The bigger the better. Personally would say…the bigger the sooner type II diabetic… but that just my personal opinion. Those eggs are not good. They are just full of sugar. I bet there is less than 2% of chocolate and the rest is just msg and other crappy stuff. My issue with Easter eggs in Iceland is that they are really bad. They taste bad, they are bad quality chocolate. They cost a lot and looking at the ingredients list raises some serious question. I have already warned my favourite person that I will not accept typical Icelandic Easter Eggs. I pointed out to him a bakery where they sell real eggs made of real chocolate. He knows what to do.

Yet Icelanders take their Easter eggs very seriously. I recently read in the news "some tragic stories"of Icelanders sending Easter eggs abroad to relatives (to Denmark mainly). The eggs got broken on the way and the people who send it were quite dramatic about it. They accused the custom and the post office in Denmark of badly handling their precious eggs.

I think this is ridiculous. First who would send such eggs to someone? They are not good and this is just cruel. I would send those to my worst enemy. What I think is more cruel, is that sending it to Denmark where I am sure they have plenty of good chocolate appointed by her Magesty the Queen. Grandparents were outraged by the fact that their grandchildren received broken eggs. Few years ago I would have felt bad for them. Now that every package that has been send to me here in Iceland have been opened and checked, that chocolate have been taken away for some stupid reason…(a.k.a the custom workers wanted some) I do not feel bad for these people. (yeah, I know I have no heart and I am being mean). This is justified bad karma. In any case the chocolate will still be eaten…

In any case, I wish all a happy Easter and may you not receive one of these awful Icelandic Easter eggs and if someone gives you one…well good luck

Virgile

On the local monomaniac mob...

2009-09-29T22:00:00.009-01:00

Monomania:

1. Pathological obsession with one idea or subject.

2. Intent concentration on or exaggerated enthusiasm for a single subject or idea

(the free dictionary)

Monomania:

In psychiatry, monomania (from Greek monos, one, and mania, mania) is a type of paranoia in which the patient has only one idea or type of ideas. Emotional monomania is that in which the patient is obsessed with only one emotion or several related to it; intellectual monomania is that which is related to only one kind of delirious idea or ideas. (Wikipedia)

Icelanders are monomaniacs. On a National scale and i am afraid that that there are no cures for it. I think this is one of the main way to describe them; along with the famous "it will fixe itself" stuff a.k.a "þetta reddast"

Been there...Heard that :-)

Sometimes Icelanders got /pick up somewhere a new idea... and they are going to use it to the bone...Let´s start with something as simple as food...Few years ago, when i arrived here in Iceland, the new trend was Mexican food...It became big...It became bad.. you could find everywhere Mexican food bathing in thick salsa sauce and suspiciously greenish guacamole..Every single restaurant in Reykjavík proposed their own version of the Salsa Guacamole burritos du chef...Til disgust.. I am personal not a great fan of Mexican food...and as healthy as can be (the Hubby all time makes comments on how healthy those roll up stuff), it does not appeal to me at all. I do not see myself coming from a long day of procrastinating and cooking a nice meal that does consist in flat bread and chopped veggies bathing in tomato/guacamole/sour-cream sauce...No thanks...

For many Icelanders, seeing on the menu of restaurants burritos...It was like being eating at home...for me it became the criteria to not eat there...Any restaurant with the slightest evocation burrito was immediately set my own terrorist list.

There is even some Mexican restaurants downtown that proudly write "Icelandic Specialties" with the picture of some fake Mexican guy...That went to far

Burritos were the main way of stuff here in Iceland until I would say last January. They oddly fell of Icelander´s favorite food at the same time as the government. you could see girls and boys gulping down huge burritos...I all time though about this as something very sexual but yet i have a dirty twisted mind that see sexual stuff in the most innocent actions...like eating a creamy burrito. If you are abroad and getting turned on by the thought of blond Icelandic women eating phallus shaped like food…you got it all wrong… They are not blond…they are bleached J

in October 2008, I saw a short report on the French TV on Iceland and its small financial problems. Nothing really noticeable about this report except that the journalist got to visit the general storages where all the food, including fruits and veggies arrive (rotten) to Iceland and is then dispatched (even more rotten to stores that will sell it at ridiculously high prices...just to make you feel really special.

While visiting the storages, the journalists obviously very concerned by the situation in Iceland and wondering if Icelander should expect shortage on food and thus experience the first famine in Europe in a very long time. The man showing them around drag them to some empty shelves and sadly declare with a very worried face that they already have a shortage of salsa sauce, guacamole....Hold your tears. I remember, the hubby almost choke to death...Anyway... this started to sound like the beginning of the very end of the Burritos Saga... Yes Icelanders did write sagas...and i do think they still do secretly (this will be subject to a future blog post.). This was how the Burritos sagas ended... its heroes forced to move to another mononia... “Indian food” therefore starting the tandoori saga

Saffran opened last winter. It was in itself a small revolution. Good food at a very affordable price and right next to my home J The main orientation of the restaurant is Indian with a healthy touch which that the curry does not drown itself in oil...

Suddenly Icelanders found a new monomania...from then everything has to be “Asian/Indian fusion-ish”…curry and tandoori started to replace red salsa and guacamole…Icelanders cut coriander faster than their shadow. Even the trendiest restaurants ended up to put on their menu their special tandoori chicken…Icelanders rediscovered their roots…it became national food.. after finding one root in Mexico (which they could easily claim… I mean Leifur Eriksson did discovered Americas and Mexico is part of Americas so…this is like home for Icelander) they found one in India…Everyone knows that Icelanders did actually discover….Anyway..

So the whole nation just found itself a new whim…and the merry go round just started... until disgust…

If it was only food…That would be fine…But it seems that Icelanders are monomaniacs for EVERYTHING and it goes as far as sports or politics…Once upon a time…They found a politician that they thought was good for the country and his promises of eternal money flowing tomorrow made them love him even more…Yes that´s right… I am talking about Davið “Dabbi” Oddsson, former Independent party´s leader (neo-liberal right wing) and best representative of “God choosen” people (I know Hanne I will put money in the “I am not suppose to say his name jar”). The man has been mayor of Reykjavik, Prime Minister and Director of the Central Bank of Iceland and last but not least Architect of the country financial failure. He also recently presented himself as Jesus on Golgotha while the villain leftist people were taking over the country. The man loves power as much as Gollum love the ring Grab a tissue and hide your money

I have to say that it seems that long time ago (before dementia became mainstream), the man has had what seemed to be some pretty good ideas that why people voted for him. Monomaniac people relected him (It take one to know one?) and voted for him again and again and he found himself in several key position for more than a decade…

Today the man became the Editor in chief of Iceland´s national news paper Morgunblaðið. Yet another key position to spread his claws… Even if He claims that he will be an independent editor and that he will treat the information with neutrality and fairness….jæjæ …We all know that the news paper will be an eternal tribute to “feu” 2007 independence party thinking. As my good Danish friend told me…This is amazing how Icelanders are keen on integrating psychiatric patient into society…

He is the best example of Icelander monomaniac behavior. They will use things and people until the end. They will perpetually look for the same thing without even question it. They will vote for the them people again and again… not because they like their idea but because of loyalty…The man on the voting list might have been recently condemned for stealing millions of public funds they will still vote for him. They will vote for the same party again and again without questioning it. This is what lead to the actual financial situation…

As for Dabbi, he is just the best example of this. Once upon a time, he seems like the best thing that ever happened to Iceland, as did salsa sauce and guacamole in their time, people will still follow him. In these Kreppa times people tends to look at the good old time and wish hope to go back there…to go back to daddy euh..Dabbi.

But there is hopes, Icelanders start to grow out of Dabbi and many people did not approve his nomination as editor in chief of Morgunblaðið..

The question is…what / who will be the new trend? What will Dabbi do? If I was him, to make sure that i was getting all the attention that I do deserve I would cover myself in tandoori sauce and roll myself into a burrito…That will attract people.

Icelanders seriously need to move on.

For myself… I Overdosed on Saffran and developed a long time ago an allergic reaction to Dabbi.

Monomaniacs are the angry mob of the day.

Virgile

On getting gay married

2009-08-28T19:48:00.003-01:00

Just got married. Well few days ago. I actually have hard time to realize that i actually did get married. I would have never thought that it would have been possible few years ago. I am now the proud husband of my husband..which still seems funny to my ears... i do own a hubby.

I have been overwhelmed by the reaction in Iceland. 2 guys getting married in a church is very hype in Iceland... not that much in other places around the world.

Some people have had weird reactions..."The angry mob of the day" Strangely the worst reaction came from my fellow gay camarades...How comes? They could have been happy for me, they could have been happy for the "political" symbols that represent a gay marriage, but no..Apparently i do live in the world of CareBear..Well that´s not that bad for me... i do love bear :-) i don´t understand it...Well i don´t want to understand it.. I mean i have other stuff to do... like a maried man stuff... no, not have an affair with the gardener well....we (you see how i use well "we"?) don´t have one... i do my own gardening ... it minimizes the risks:-)

Luckly for me, i did not get gay married for the political symbol. (i did it for the money that The Husband does not have yet :-)

The funny stuff is that when you get gay married... people do not expect you to pop up children within a year...they expect you to bake and to entertain...Fine by me..Though... it starts to look like that people are a bit coming to the zoo.. don´t know why...feel that at some point, people are going to throw us peanuts and ask for a trick..

Now that i am married, I kind of like playing the good husband... baking and cleaning... ok just baking.. The Husband is cleaning...We have a deal, a sort of prenup: I do the dirtying, The Husband does the cleaning...and everyone is happy...The Husband is not good at dirtying stuff...I take a lot of practice and cakes to completely ruin a kitchen. If you need help, just ask me.

That´s it for today. That´s it for this first post of this blog.

Gays Gone Bad

2009-04-09T15:13:00.004-01:00

Ok... that could the title of your latest favorite porn movie....Gay Gone Bad...unfortunately that´s not....far from it....this is more a turn off ...than a turn on...Tears are the only liquid thing you can expect from me right now.. and not happy tears...

I went out last night...Went to try the new gay bar of the town...i should not name it....Yeah ok Barbara. It was the first time i was going out for a very long time. In winter i usually stay in my cave Yet, the last time i went out i was somehow starting to feel older , wiser or something in "-er", because everytime i went out party in gay places or gay parties in Reykjavik, it felt akward...I went out last night and realized that was not me...the problem is Them...the Gays...my fellow cock suckers :-)

Many people think of Iceland as a hype place. The other day, i was watching this wonderfull american TV show named Top Design. One of the constestant wanted to make a chic and hype effect with flowers on a table...a chic and hype effect inspired by Iceland. Well she was wrong. The judges did not like it. They thought it was neither chic...neither hype

After more 4 years here...I am starting to realize that Iceland is not that chic and not that hype and gay places and parties are not an execption...Last time when i went to Páll Oscar ball... i felt more like in a barn party sponsored by whitney Huston remixes, than a gay party...

Not to judge...This is not nice to judge...you should never judge... this is bad....It think that gays in Iceland have a problem...and by extension gay places...There are other kind of music than Eurovision hits and bad remixes of Gay "icons" such as Kylie Minogues and Madonna...When i was used to party in France, and especially in Paris that kind of music was mostly used for Kitch Parties.

There is another huge problem fag Hags....There is too much fag hags in Iceland.... the rate fag hags in France i would say that the ratio is about 1 fag hag for 30 fags.... here you have at least 3 fag hags per gays...even more. worst...They are hiring them to work behind the bar...which i have to say. it, reduce the efficiency of the service and create a lot of useless noise !

After Barbara me and my friend Þorsteinn decided to go to Qbar, the straigh friendly bar...Too straigth friendly i think....Here again, there is a problem Too many fag hags not enough fags...I don´t want to be sexist but i do hate it. I can´t stand over maked up Icelandic barely pubescent girls walking around desperatly looking for gays to make friend with....It usually do not happen..so then they get to more drunk and even less appreciable...I hate this

So here are my recomendations for the gay nightlife in Iceland

Less fag hags more fags

Please play Less eurotrash and gay icon remixes and make sure to drop the attitudes.... you are only in Iceland...

Virgile

If you come to Iceland...Please make sure to bring your Alzheimer with you

2009-04-08T20:31:00.002-01:00

If you ever come to Iceland please make sure to bring you alzheimer with you...Please make sure to have it with you...

Iceland´s independence Party...who have been rulling the country for just 18 years...apparently did not remember that they did get 30 millions from FL group...which is link to Baugur..you know the pig...not the one with lipstick...the one overpricing rotten vegetables...They also received 25 millions from Landsbankinn..One of Iceland finest nationalized bank...

It seems that both those compagnies and the independence party seems to have forgotten to declare it...:-) Is there an epidemic of Alzheimer

Next time i go to restaurant...I will just leave without paying...I will blame it on my Alzheimer...Sorry...I did not know..what..what..Me...No....Impossible....! Claim it never happened... that you did not know... and most important...ask to have the food back

Icelanders have goldfish memories..they should write this in guiding books about Iceland....

Virgile

French in Reykjavik

2009-04-08T08:46:00.000-01:00

Já Já (typical way of starting or ending a sentence / a speech or a life in Icelandic)...I am back on this blog...It has been a long time...and when i went on it today i got scarred.: almost naked morticians...first ladies on the loose, Carbs, Eurovision stars and questionable Presidents...What was going on in my head !

I have decided to be more "serious" and to start to blog again....

i have been the last couple of month working on another blog.. a daily city blog Http://reykjavikdailyphoto.blogspot.com/, thus i haven t had time to take care of this one...which i am gonna do now...

Virgile

Yet another group of naked men

2008-03-06T17:34:00.013-01:00

This is the calendar you would die for !!!!

Ladies and Gentlemen.. After.. the French Rugbymen, French farmers, French firemen, (it´s me focusing or there is a lot of naked french men ?), Italian priest...Please open your eyes for the...

Naked Morticians

No no.. you are not dreaming... these men are American mortician... They are people who make dead look pretty and they decided to go full Monty too !!! why not... why they shouldn´t ? Mortician can also be hot.. don´t they ? Thus they decided to make a calendar where they show their very alive flesh all through the year.

Look at then proudly posing next to their last job. On the picture they are actually burring the year 2007.

I am wandering what is the point about mortician getting naked for the yearly cause ?
Here few more pictures !!!

Every month you have a picture of quite naked mortician and under it a small bio of the model dressed with a suit or the nicely helping out.. here serving come catering pastry introducing Mister February...

Now introducing Mister January.... doing some office work...

Mister December... on the edge of cooking for you...
Look as the far too suggestive carrots...

Here a small sample of the whole year...

And here some extra pictures...

Washing their cars...

Waiting for you

Fixing a wheel... for you... (focus on the tie...)

Aren´t they hot ? Don´t they have killing stomach ? Aren´t you turned on ? Don´t you wanna kill for them ? I mean they could be the mortician that´s taking care of the funeral of one of your relative. Grrrrrrrrrrr

I can understand mortician... i mean they are not on the hot job list... there is fantasies about hunky plumber coming to fix your pipes.... greasy car garage worker rubbing your mechanic... sweaty sportsmen stretching you, policemen checking your virtue or firemen turning off your burning loins, there is even sinful priest asking you to beg on your knees for forgiveness

Morticians are not on the list... no one dream secretly of a horny mortician tearing clothes off and touching you inappropriately. Nope... it never occurred to me...no wait ... i am lying... it happened... when i was watching Six Feet Under... but it was more focus on Mikael C. Hall than on the job of mortician in itself...

I am myself not on the list.... i mean.. no one dreams of hunky geographer... exploring new world and mapping delicate parties....Here is an Idea.. i am gonna suggest the people working with me at school to make a calendar... Geographer men... naked...this teacher almost coloring a map, this other one handling globe genuinely hiding this parties... grrrrrrr We are gonna be so hot... i already see ourself sold out and woman crying to get the calendar... That gonna be a collector on eBay...I want to do this... i want to be on the hot list too. I want people have sexual fantasies about geographer...here is a little possible scenario

"knock knock... who is it ?"
"it is the geographer"
"ohhhh no.. i am geographically misplaced and my spaces are a mess"
"don´t worry baby i am gonna work on your longitude and lattitudes"

grrrr

I am still wandering about the point of such calendar... i mean do they have a vocation to help people grieving their lost loved one ? I really see the scene... the widow crying over the embalmed body of her passed away husband and thinking at the same of the hunky mortician that made him look so good, and how she would love to be in contact with the hard and muscled fleshed mortician. I think this might be this.. this is for the good cause.. reduce the grieving pain.. probably reduce also the medicine consumption during this grieving pain.

Let think about what can be the other consequences of such calendar... desperate people... old woman that unfortunately no one has touch for a long time...spinster... long term single people...love depressed people...Seeing such calendar could give them bad ideas...They would die for.... Thinking about the idea of a muscled and hunky mortician taking care of their poor body after death.... This could raise the suicide rate among long term lonely ones.

To conclude...I invite you to go visit their website and have a look to their myspace and listen out loud the music on it...It´s raining men...they should have made a special new version...it´s digging men... much more appropriate.

While you do this.... i am gonna make my calendar of hunky geographer exhibiting themselves with they wild globes...

Virgile

Yet another carb relapse !!!

2008-03-05T15:09:00.006-01:00

Some people fight poverty, fight for the environment, fight for human rights, for women´s right, for peace...fighting for a juste cause is quite often a very personal experience. People fighting for women´s right are usually feminist, poverty by ex poor people...hunger by starving people... no wait that does not work... i haven´t seen Kate Moss distributing rice in Africa...No wait... i got it now... this is like sympathetic pain....but for starving... This is sympathetic starving She is not eating til all kid in Africa get food ! How kind...

Well...Hell

I personally fight carbs.... i know... this is might be a selfish fight but Well Hell !!! I have to pick my fight... i am not a woman.... i am not poor...and ALLO ... obviously not starving...So i fight Carbs...Yet once again another lost cause you could... Well Hell ... you are right !!! i have been relapsing again ...and again ... and again ...Hell is paved of carbs !!! not good intention... CARBS !!! They have been lying to us all time long... the people making that kind of stupide expression !!! Hell is paved of carbs... remember it people !!!

Once again i have relapsed... Once again.. a subway... a pizza... a McDonald...chocolate...Name it .. i have eaten it...

I don´t have any self control... i can´t resit.. i am weak.... I can´t even join my local CarbH(e)ater anonymous group... i am far to known for this... there is nothing anonymous left about my carb addiction ! Nothing... i should get my star in the walk of Famous Carbs Eater... among Roseanne...Queen Latifa...John Goodman and Jjacky Sardou. I am a famous Carb Eater and i can´t help it... this is not uncomon that people welcome me with a nachos pack... and as a very polite i accept it. You are not turn down nachos when there are politely offered !!! you just do not do this.

Anyway i have decided to take an historical stand.... i am going to turn my back to Carb and leave them behind....Poor Carbs i know.. But they will not get me back.. not this time... not time time... In the past... i already turned my back to carbs... i already gave them up... but they got me back. God damned... i try to escape... i fought back...But the got me back.. again and again...

I have tried very hard...on the beguning of january this year .. i took a really strong decision...Historical decision...winning my fight against Carb... and being hot and gorgeous for my 25th birthday... with sharp abs, breath taking ass, hot thighs and killing chest !!! God Damned i am gonna be hot...Anyway i had a good start and... february came .. and Carbs got me back.... i went back all way down... missed the gym... missed waterpolo trainning...went in the same day to subway...and McDonald and got a big fish burger with big french fries and milkshake... All the way down all the way down....

Well...Hell

Today i have decided that i will fight back... i am not gonna give up my superficial birthday dream... i am gonna win this fight against carb.... it might be tears and stomach pain but i will kick away carbs and look good... no more chubby Virgile welcome the carb free one !!! Today i went to the gym this morning ....had a healthy lunch (that was an easy one.. i mean... this is healthy as soon as i don´t eat my daily mayonese shrimp sandwich).... and didn´t snack..and had salad for dinner and went to waterpolo....I already feel my gorgeousness bursting under my carb layers.....

Well Hell

I am gonna be a sympathetic starver !!!

This could be me in may !!!

Virgile

Yet Another... broken thing

2008-03-04T20:22:00.007-01:00

I am cursed... it might be link with some Karma stuff... i am unlucky...extremely unlucky...With me expect the unexpected...If something unexpected has to happen.. it has to happen to me...I am all time the one arriving at the wrong moment...winning the most improbable stuff...breaking the unbreakable stuff...there is all time something happening to me... something that shouldn´t... i could pretty much say that my whole life has been succesif unfortunate /fortunate incident...I am even starting to think that i am an accident...should defenitively make some research on my conception..anyway...i have millions of example of stuff that happened to me... Like a lost lamb appearing on the middle of the road, a broken chair that collapse when i am sitting on it on a meeting...splitting a glass of water on my face when teaching classes, all time end ing up with sand in my bed (ask Mister G about it) no reason why this is just following me, breaking a shoe laces when hurring and already late for a meeting.

I am unbielivable. Really. If Something "Funny" should happen.. it will happen to me...It has to happen to me...One of the most comon sentence of Mister G concerning me these little situation i am too often ending in, is " Why am i not surprise?". Yes there is no surprise that if you invite me to you place... i will break something or something clearly embarassing will happen to me...

I have learnt to deal with it. I have learnt to deal with shame and unexpectation. really i have to say i even get used to it. I mean when it´s happening to you everyday.. you know how to deal with it seriously. I am even starting to thing to make a buisness out of it. Open some kind of HotLine. SoS unexpected detress...something like this...People could call and get advice from professional about their unexpected event / shouldn´t broke situation... i could overcharged the call and get rich... and no more i am leaving on the credit card of monsieur my boyfriend... :-)

Here is a small example...that i categorize in the box...yet another broken thing...

I went skiing on Saturday. In Bláfjall, the skiing area close to Reykjavik. This was a lot of fun and the unexpected happened as usual. I was going skiing for the first time in 11 years... i what expecting a broken bone or two... i took pain killer as a preventive mesure...I broke something... but nothing that a pain killer could cover.

I broke... a ski shoe !!! Yes Ladies and Gentlemen A ski shoe. The stuff that u never break. I broke it in a very special way...It was like it just... desintegrated around my feet. it fell of in pieces. Just like this... yet once again .. around my feet...

When i put the ski shoe, nicely lended by the man sharing my bed / sandy sleeping area, i broke it. Yes i broke a ski shoe....No wait the ski shoe broke around my foot... when i have done a step with it...One step... and hop in pieces...what are the odd ? To break a ski shoe. Here is a picture of it.

Look at the piece ? it´s like a puzzle !!! i could keep busy a group of old german tourist for a day with it !!!

Here is me with the front piece of the shoe... I am still wandering how i did this...I have few theories like... an elf sew the shoe when i was asleep or i my feet are so fat that soon only flip flap will be available to them.

So one more thing to add to my list of broken stuff... a ski shoe. That was a first. Never done this before...

Wait...there is more .... Unexpected broken things never happend alone...It was not the only stuff that i broke this day.... i also broke a...

A ski stick... Yes... in the same day ... a ski shoe and a ski stick !! What are the odd ? Really ? I also stopped the lifting chairs while breaking the ski stick. An unexpected broken stuff never happened alone.... So.... results of the journey.... a ski shoe broken... a ski stick broken... and the humiliation to have shown that i was not able to go on the lift chairs... I would say on the Virgile scale we reach a 9 on 10... this is thus a pretty good day !!!

Sjáumst... i am gonna break something !!!

Virgile

Yet another angry Add-on

2008-02-29T10:12:00.002-01:00

I have to make a small post about my previous. People have been point out that i am being nasty and mean toward Friðrik Ómar and Nicolas Sarkozy. This is true and the people pointing this out are right. I acknowledged the fact, that the previous post might be hrash. This is also true.

What you have to have in mind when you read it, is that i am trying to make fun of the situation. It´s satyric, it´s a bad joke. The ones knowing me in really life know how bad are my joke. They also know that i am grumpy person version pro 2.0. Take this post a joke and something that i could make fun off. My intention is not to be offensive. If it seems like this. I apologize. My intention were to be bitter/funny/grumpy. The same things applies for several post on this blog.

Concerning Friðrik i personally do think this is sad for him to put so much hope in Eurovision. He is becoming a typical Eurovision product. I also think that he is also starting to be too gay. Then this is my point of view on this specific point. Friðrik if you read this don´t become like the others...Outside of this i acknowledge the fact that he is a good singer and performer and i wish him and Regina all my best for Eurovision. Believe me i will the first one inf Front of my TV on the 24th of May.

Concerning Nicolas Sarkozy, well i wish i had nice stuff to say about him, but i really can´t find anything.

Virgile

Yet Another Comparative Study

2008-02-24T23:41:00.011-01:00

If you read this you are gonna think that i am a very grumpy man. I am a grumpy man.

I acknowledge it. This is not my fault. This just happens. If you ever know me in the real life, you probably know it. If you don´t me...well... you have to believe me... i am not all time grumpy, i am neither all time that bitter nor spending my time spreading venin all around me, all over the world.

I have once again found material to make a comparative study. Again one comparison between Iceland and France. I am not being bitter or grumpy. This is just ... happening... jumping in front of my eyes. There is actually a lot of material between France and Iceland.

I have just found a lot of similarities between Nicolas Sarkozy, actual French President, unfortunately and Friðrik Ómar official competitor for Iceland in the Eurovision Contest 2008, unfortunately....you see first common point...They are both unfortunate !!!

This is Friðrik Ómar:
and this is Nicolas Sarkozy

Let´s make a quick resumé of their activities and see what link them to each other.

They are both very small... a short person some people would say...they are funny sized :-) as you can see with this picture of Sarkozy...

Thus, they both wear shoes with heals...

They have both been elected in a democratic way for their function. Nicolas by the good people of France, Friðrik Ómar by the good people of Iceland but in 6 months no one will acknowledge anymore in Society that they have voted for Him...as do French people for Nicolas.

They are both accompanied by questionable singer. Friðrik has his fag hag Regina Ósk ( i personally call her Regina Óst but that will be mean to the dairy industry) , Nicolas has his new wife Carla Bruni (Carla Brownie see previous post).

They are both gonna be horrific in Europe. Friðrik, by representing Iceland. Sarkozy because France is becoming boss of Europe for 6 months from June 1st.

They are both arrogant. See for Friðrik the interview he gave to Kastljós after he won and look at Sarkozy in his everyday life.

Being close to a microphone make them look like frightening

They have a great talent to play the victim... Sarkozy in his everyday life as persecuted, humiliated, soiled. Fríðik as the gay victim.

They both really like men Friðrik more than Sarkozy, i have to say.

Letting them be close to a microphone, make our ears bleed instantly.

They both love to wear big fancy glasses.

Anyway... i am finding more and more link between France and Iceland. Unfortunately i would say.. unfortunately for Iceland :-)

Comparative Study of First Ladies

2008-02-08T21:49:00.032-01:00

I am a scientist... pretending to be one at least. I feel i haven t been fair toward my new first lady Carla Bruni-Sarkozy. I shouldn´t be bad to her. She is the first lady of my birth country. I should be respectfull...I should be a good citizen and respect the wife of the president of my birth country...Oh What the hell...She doesn´t have any real position. She is not even an official role by the law or the constitution and i am french and its means that i am nasty and grumpy by the genes.

Thus

In this post, i have decided to make a comparative study between the first lady of France and the one of the great country of Iceland, my adoptive country. There is matiere for this. A lot of similaritudes.

In fact the actual president of Iceland, is in his second mariage. He first wife sadly passed away few in 1998 and he got maried 2 years later with Dorrit Moussaieff, an Israeli woman based in London. So we have 2 president in activity. Taking new wives. Let´s compare them.Carla Sarkozy and her husband the President

Dorrit Moussaief and her husband the President

Both of the wives are from a foreign country. Israel/UK for Dorrit and Italia for Carla. I guess both Nicolas and Ólafur are aware of and apply the famous saying: Don´t dip your pen in the ink of the office /Don´t eat where you shit....In other words don´t date.. don´t marry ... don´t do someone on your workplace or from your workplace. So for a president...take someone from abroad. Thus they are both wise men.

Both of the PRSW (President´s wive), have link with judaism. Dorrit is jewish. Carla is not but recently she clamed that the news paper in France, who were not very nice with her and her new husband were collaborationist news paper, as the one of the WWII, who were denunciating the jew. Carla position herself as a victim like during the second world war.

Both of the PRSW, have husband with 3 voyelles. Nicolas and Ólafur. Carla even did a song about it... no wait a minute...She did a song about her ex-husband Raphael, with whom she has had a child, ex-husband with whom she started to date when she was dating his father. Anyway...Carla wrote a song about her ex-husband Raphael. Carla is told to be a good song writter. Her talent slidly dropped when she started to date Nicolas. She is right know finishing her next album (two were not enought...Carla decided to make bleed our ears one more time). Some information leeked from her next album and apparently there is a song named " t´es ma cam" "you are my dop" in english. This song is told to be dedicated to Nicolas, her husband. Dorrit didn´t write a song. Is not know to have released album, but she could be known for her good word and has shown by the past that she knew how to use a verb and a noun as for example when she gave an interview to RUV, after the little Israel incident. Talking about Israel and Middle east here is another common trait between the two PRSW.

They both shouldn´t have gone to middle east. Dorrit, first got in trouble when she try to leave Israel with her Icelandic passport, she got stuck and kept in the custom for at least 3 hours, if i remenber right. Small diplomatic incident. Jailing a first lady because she didn´t use her israeli passport how she should have. Was some kind of mistake. Carla, her, made also a mistake to go to middle east, when she decided to visit Petra, in Jordania with her boyfriend at this time Nicolas. Bad tast mistake. Indeed, Petra, had received the visit of the ex-wife of the French President when she was on the run with her lover. At this time the ex-first lady Cecilia, her husband were having some kind of mariage troubles. They separated for a while. Got back together just before he ran for president. Anyway... big mistake from Carla to have been to Petra, the news paper (the collaborationist ones), immediatly made the link between Cecilia and Carla. Same thing for the ring that Sarkozy gave to her...She was previously own by his ex-wife.

At this point of my post... if you feel that i am not fair to Carla... you are right. I am not.

Dorrit went to India with her husband the President of Iceland. Carla her didn´t. When her husband to be visited India last January, she didn´t go. She couldn´t. India doesn´t give status to the hook up /girlfriend of presidents. Meanwhile people were speculating if Carla would or not go for an unofficial visit to India, and especially meet her boyfriend, Nicolas at the Taj-Mahal. It didn´t happen. Carla called the press and announced officially that She will "not go to spend the afternoon in India"... Yes...she is that kind of personne who see a trip to India as a trip to a shopping mall. "no no... i am not going to the mall this afternoon"

Here is few picture from India.

Very Classy.

Here is the one of Sarkozy. Looking at it... i seriously think that Carla should have spend the afternoon over there. This picture look so bad.

Carla and Dorrit are both women of the world, cosmopolite. Dorrit has shown at numerous occasions that she could handle the presure of mondanities, such as the time she went to a royal wedding alone in Danemark. Absolutely astoning, glamourous and classy she represented Iceland as it should be.

Carla is also a woman of the world...in some way...She has been all around to not say that the world has been all around her. Mike Jagger, Donald Trump, Eric Clapton, Louis Bertignac, Jean-Jacque Goldman, Florent Pagny, Christopher Thompson, Vincent Perez, Charles Berling, Kevin Kostner, Arno Karlsfled, Paul Enthoven (father), Raphael Enthoven (Son, She has a strong sense of family) Laurent Fabius (Left wing Politician) and the last one Nicolas Sarkozy (rigth wing politician, Carla has also a strong political sense)...So has you can see, she has been all around the World or the world has been all over her.

Dorrit and Carla have the same boots. See the following picture for proof.

Talking about boot, Carla is know to carry them very well. One pair this is only what she need to wear. She did a couple of hot picture on a coach.

Dorrit her is much more difficult. She has a small taste for flashy and feline like outfit. Unfortunately for us, Dorrit is not that easy to get undressed. I am sure that you would need much more than a pair of boots to get her naked on your coach. But still if you are a bit nasty and google her with the right word, you might found some interesting picture, such as this one.

Yes... you can see... a little piece of shoulder ....Hot isnt´it ?

Okey i know, this is not much. Nothing to fear. Nothing to trigger the hormons of a horny teenager. This is the only thing that i got when i google "Dorrit naked".

Meanwhile, if you google "Carla naked", you hit the jackpot and if you are a teenager well your hormons also hit the jackpot. Here a little of example of what you can find about her. (with red socks)

Both of the PRSW have a taste for design glasses...

If Dorrit was a Spice Girl, she will probably be the Sporty one (here is some proof), Mel C.

Dorrit doing some Icelandic Wrestling

Dorrit, water Skiing. She is very much into watersport.

If Carla was a Spice Girl, she will also be the Sporty one. Here is a picture of her, wrestling. kinda

Here, Carla ready to go horse back riding.

And carla is also into watersport
or ready to play tennis

Both if the president wives are good to deal with animals. Dorrit showed her strengh during her visit of the Fish Festival in Dalvík, in the North of Iceland.

Carla her, have to deal everyday with the French president. Carla has also a pussy "chatte", a femal cat in the strich sense of the definition... and she loves to show it

Dorrit is really appreciated by Icelanders. Carla was by french people, at least they were buying her album. I did. I have to confess this. It was a compulsive act. I liked her song. Now whenever i hear some of her song. I am having cutaneous reaction. You might think, reader that this is not possible, i am in Iceland, well just go to Kaffitar... and you will see. You could have the chance to hear her. Personally, i am trying to not take the risk. I have enough of cutaneous reaction due to my daily allergy. I have medication again my allergy. Not yet again Carla Bruni.

Anyway. This is time to conclude this comparative study.

If you have reach this point and read my lines, you might have seen that i have been unfair with Carla and you are right. But this is not my fault. I am just analyzing the facts. This is not my fault if Carla has a strong tendancy to be naked or misbehaving. Dorrit her is not naked on google, and does not misbehave. There is a lot of questionable point about Carla. Dorrit not so much. Dorrit, behave as a first lady should be. Carla just misbehave and i do so but i am no first lady...at least not yet :-) and if i was one... i would like to be Dorrit.

Carla and Nicolas leaving a plane

Ólafur and Dorrit leting a plane leave.

The Petasse Factor

2008-02-06T10:01:00.000-01:00

We have all a "pétasse" ( bimbo in english but the french word is more classy :-p) inside us. I have one.. my boyfriend have one.. my friends have one.. even "bug" men such as the French president have one. We all have a petasse inside us. That´s just a fact. From the granny humping on Cliff Richard to the kid dandling in front of teletubies. We are all pétasse. We all have a pétasse inside us. For example... lately my pétasse-self has been really triggered by Lorie "je vais vite" Don´t ask me why. This make me pétasse. Being a pétasse is not bad. There is no problem with it. This is just in the normal order of the things. That´s life. You can´t deny it. Your pétasse side is just a part of you. But what is pétasse?

The general definition applies to girl. It defines a girl who has totaly disconnected her attitude (look, gesture, way of talking) from the simple notions of efficiency, confort to let her behaviour being ruled by the most absurd diktat...Such as wearing high heels on the ice (very comon here in Iceland), wearing a mini skirt and a mimi top by minus 10 (frozen blue legs are so attractive). The so called "Gay Culture" is a form of pétasserie (This will be the object of another post. I am not going to terminate my fellow gay male beings today)

In addition , the petasse only lives for the others. Living mainly in the eyes of the others, the pétasse is a player and inconsciently think that she is under permanent focus and thus end up to ignore the rest of the world... and if she end up to meet this world... the pétasse becomes a bitch (or pétasse 2.0). Pétasse design a woman in french, but doesn´t have any sexist meanning. a pétasse can be also a man (see the link for a typology of the male pétasse, unfortunately in french only).

This would be the classical /clinical definition...I personally do believe (Tribute to Miss America 2007, another pétasse in the sky) that there is other side... There is people naturally born pétasse...What i would call the Genuine Pétasse and there is the others.. like you and me.... born more or less normal (the less is for me, everyday take me away from normality). Anyway, some of us are born pétasse the Genuine Pétasse (pétasse category 1) while some of us are Inside Pétasse (pétasse categorie 2). Hopefully i am in the second categorie, if i am in the first one... then i am very bad at it.

For the second category, being pétasse, is more like a sudden wave inside, a surge that can´t be really described.... a form outburst... eventually a shaking... a movement a need to show ourself.. this fashionable article that you shooped and that don´t really fit you....This unsocially acceptable behaviour that comes for no reason as for example when listening some kind of music as for example or this this look familliar.. it could be you on a lonely saturday afternoon.

Don´t deny we all do it.

There is in both categories (Genuine Pétasse and Inside Pétasse) several undercategories. For example there is in the first category the Pétasse 2.0 a.k.a the bitch who are generally coupled with the Pétasse Pro if this is the case you have a Pétasse 2.0 Pro (not that rare by the way... not that rare). Concerning the second category, you have a very special kind of Inside Pétasse. The pétasse in deny, commonly name the Bugged Pétasse. They are the worst because they are in deny of their actual pétasse-self. They are the one to stiff to exteriorise even in private their Pétassitude. This is borderline patholigique and we Inside Pétasse and Genuine Pétasse should do everything to help them. The first thing is to spot them.

One of their most comon trait is to be in compagny of extrem form of Pétasse such as the Pétasse 2.0 or a Pétasse Pro and or even worst the Pétasse 2.0 Pro. One example that come right in my mind will be the one of the actual French President Nicolas Sarkozy. (Side advice avoid to say "our", "your", "their" or "my" when you talk about him to people could first, think you have vote for him, second that you are insulting the french nation). Sarkozy, a Bugged Pétasse ? YES !!! He has all the attribute. The fashionable clothing and heavy shiny accesorries "the Bling Bling" and since last saturday he is officially married to a the Pétasse 2.0 Pro, ex-model/professional anorexic Carla Bruni ( I personally call her Carla Brownie...but this is kind of unfare for her. She probably never eaten one of those). To show that the Bugged Pétasse is crying for help, apparently, just before getting married, he try to contact his ex-wife and told her that if she was coming back, he will cancel everything with the Pétasse 2.0 Pro Carla Bruni special edition (this should be a new big category). He previsouly divorced Cecilia Sarkozy who was until last saturday a Pétasse 2.0 Pro but seems today only to be a Genuine Pétasse. (Just for the pleasure here, a picture of the happy couple before it get all ugly and when they were still "today´s familly"(divorced.. re-maried.. stepson, stepdaughter, stepmother, stepfather all living together etc...)before it all this ugly divorce. Notice that on the the fact she is not wearing heels and he is wearing some). Please Bernadette the total Anti-Pétasse 2.0 Pro, (Bernadette Chirac ex-first lady/"Lady I am an insult to fashion and an honor for potatoe bag") please come back and show them what it really take to be a first lady. Cecilia Sarkozy seems also to become a good Anti-Pétasse 2.0 Pro. Today I have to say that if I was meeting her, I will apologize to her, i totally misjudged her. Cecilia, if in your London/New York retreat you read this blog. I am sorry. You are just one of us.

What should you do to help this poor soul in his Pétassitude? Seriously i don´t know and the Pétasse 2.0 Pro is very hard to fight. So far i haven´t found any solution. Maybe someone should come with a plan... some kind of Pétasse Boot Camp. There is a lot to do there. Maybe in the case of the French President, our best cure is a Genuine Pétasse such as his ex-wife.

I have nothing more to say on the subject except : Pétasse Power !!!!!

The marxist inside me

2008-01-31T21:40:00.000-01:00

Apparently... i have a marxiste inside me...
i didn´t know about it.
Some people have an hero inside them.
Me i inherited of a commie.
God damned !
(should start to stop that kind of comment... no really "communish")
How did i found out about it?
At school, when receiving comment about the first article of my PhD.
I don t know what do to now.
I am trying to understand.
How did this happen?
Is it genetical?
Do i have spend too much time with marxist people?
What should i do?
Should i start to wear red clothes?
Learn the international communist song?
Create a Union... of PhD students in Geography?
Start to fight capitalism ?
Renounce to any sense of fashion ?
Give up Ikea furnitures for socialist ones?
I am a bit lost.
With all respect i have for those who are marxist...
I don t want to be one of them.
How do i get rid of it?
This is not like some kind of tumor that i could have removed or these fews kilos that i could lose if i was serious about going to the gym.
Maybe i should start an analyis?
I am a bit worried about it.
Just a bit... i could have been point out as a Sarkozyst because this will be a real problem.

Lie lies in the belief

2008-01-23T16:04:00.000-01:00

Believing

In my younger days, (I am almost 25, yes i can say this), i was a great fan of the calendar "Les Dieux du Stade".(Gods of the Stadium) Indeed, I spent hours watching time goes by... and waited days to reach the end of the month, in order to discover another God of the Stadium. For those who don´t know it...or don´t remenber it (Gods forgive you) here is a small "florilège" of what they are doing.

So there is here a certain style....the male flesh exposed...the exquisite tensed muscles...the tentation of the skins...All what you need to be a good sinner. As i was.... As i am ..Anyway.. this is not all time about me.

Many people say that our actual century is going to be the one seeing the return of the Religious...One of those people is for example the actual french president, Nicolas Sarkozy, the man that has been married two times and on its way to his third wedding with a french starlette /ex model / potential trophet wife / first lady....He might be really believe in the sacred part of the marriage thing. Anyway... He is one of them... believing in the return of the religious... he is even thinking about reconsidering the whole laicity thing in France. I personnaly think that he is wrong but.. that only engage me...I only see this little.. religious wave... as something fashion... and somehow as the last good kick before death.. just like when your hamster was getting better after having behaved strange for fews days... Just before he dies..... or go lives in a farm so far away that you couldn t visit him....The last kick before death

Anyway....

Church and especially the catholic one is really believe in its come back.Like Samantha Fox did once.....Actively working on getting people back on their knees praying for an eventual divine salvation...

Wait a minute.. what are the link between this and the beguining of this post....

As i have mentionned... Church is working hard on the subject... and the church is not clueless..The Church knows that the world of 2008 is not the one of 1000....We have had fashion magasin since then ! and science of course ......

So in this beguining of year 2008, the church more or less release a calendar..."similar" to the one of the rugbymen... Reader.. if you ever exist don t expect to see noons getting naked and pseudo lesbianism.... Reader... if you exist...remember that the Church cherish the male body...Look at the Exposure of the flesh jesus on the cross...The naked truth somehow...

Anyway.. here is an example of what some photographer did them for this year 2008..

Ok we don´t have provacative flesh... but still they have some nice face... those priests. They are certainly not rugbumen, but still they are ..... enjoyable...If i was single.. and in Italia... i will probably be right now making nice sins.. and would run to the church to confess them...I would probably become a very good believer.. I would even probably save my soul... or what´s left of it! Should try ?

If Food is the new Sex. Then i am a pervert

2008-01-03T19:25:00.001-01:00

If food is the new sex. ( according to numerous food critic and the biblical Good people of Vogue) Then i am a food pervert. Really.

Very bad beginning of the year....
By the end of 2007 i was making huge plan for 2008.
This was suppose to be The / My year.
I am going to turn 25... 1/4 of a century...Thus it was suppose to be my year. My main goal was to have a six pack stomach for my birthday.. the 17th of may.....Regarding my feeding history of yesterday and today i am getting more and more far away of my goal. If i continue like this... i am certainly not gonna have six pack for my birthday but 6 clearly delimited bulges on my belly. Layering fat. This is what i am doing now. Layering fat.
Few days ago. I remember. I was making great plan. My personal New Deal, my Marshall plan against fat, carbs and sugar.....So far i am copycatting the latest Iraq war. It´s a disaster. But I had decided to be very strong and to star a normal diet that does not involve Coke, or candy or pizza or veggie burger (note: the term veggies does not mean healthy... a oiled fried steak of zucchini lose its virtues once fried... wonder why?)... What did i eat on the 1st in the evening: Pizzas and had some candies. What did i had on the 2nd in the evening when i was coming out of the gym where i have more chatted than sweat: Veggie Burgers....2 of them with french fries and snacks and candy and KitKat....and it does not stop there....What did i eat today....Greasy Chinese foot and there is the wreck of a KitKat package.. Yes Ladies and Gentlemen...
I do not have any will. I am eating like a pig...Stuffing myself like a turkey cursed by the Xmas spirit. What am i gonna do? i do not know... But what i know is that there is still some toblerone left....
2008 is definitively against me.

Virgile / Whale

Me Virgile, 24 year old, Proud Xmas Terrorist !!!

2007-12-13T15:19:00.000-01:00

Xmas is coming.
Only few days left
Be prepared good People the chubby, old Santa is on his way to punish and award.
Good boys and Honest girls be exited.
Naughty boys and Mischievous girls be scared.
The reddish old man is coming.

I have never been a fervent "adorator" of Xmas.
Seriously
The whole story with the Old man dragged by a bench of reindeer's lead by Rudolph the red nosed deer did not really appealed to me.

Wonder why.

Back in France in the old days when i was a kid and that my mum was telling all the truth about "Papa Noel" (the very french Santa) I was feeling that something was not right.
I was full of question and again and again i challenged the very true story told by my mum:

"How does Papa Noel do to distribute in one night gift to all the good children of the world?"
"Where does he found all the coal that he gives to the little bad one?" "
Does he have a contract with some Chinese coal mining company
as he has for all the other toys?"
"Do the kid in china building toy for Papa Noel receive themselves gifts?"
"Do the Lutins working for me are syndicated?"
"Can a reindeer be affected by the Mad cow decease?"

But the thing that the most was perturbation me was
how the Petit Papa Noel was finding if we have been good or bad.
Was he defining good and bad in his own term or
was he using some standardized way of defining?"
"What could have been his methods?"

Very intrigued by this is, I remember that at the age of 8, as a bad believed in the magic of Xmas I decided to challenge the old man and decided to be bad just before Xmas just to see what was going to happen. Thus i remember stealing some candies in the supermarket where my mother was having her habitual weekly grocery shopping.
Stealing is a criminal act. This is written in the law and even it is written in the bible. Commandment number 8: Do not steal. God Told it and Papa noel is more or less working for God according to the old women desperatly trying every week to teach me catholic religious values during my catechism weekly teaching.

They did a very good job. I should now thank them:

I am today not only a total relapsed catholic but also a fervent atheist.
A notorious homosexual.
Have Sex on a regular basis without being married.
Never go to church.
Misuse the name of god on a regular basis.

Back to my very first Xmas crime.
I knew what i was doing and knew that Xmas was only few days away and
that i will have to face Papa Noel for my criminal act and pay for it.
Nothing happened.
It did not affect at all my Xmas harvest.
Strange.
I had been bad.
Had stolen something.
Had enjoy stealing it and still i was had been covered by gift.

Strange isn´t it?

First i tough that Santa was not only old but he was also blind and apparently not able to make judgement about the Good and Bad.
Maybe Papa Noel was showing the signs of Alzheimer?
The following year i was kept to be bad, and became officially my carrier a serial candy robber.
And still i was spoiled at Xmas. How comes ? Was the love of Santa beyond my criminal carrier?
It´s only few years later when i finally discovered that my mother was conspiring with Papa Noel that i understood the Good of the Bad and the Bad of the Good.

I realized that Xmas time, outside the whole concept of the celebration of the birth of the little Jesus is a way to submit people for the GOOD.

Yes Ladies and Gentlemen,
Xmas make you submissive.
Like a good Master it tells you when to be good and when to not be bad.
Good boy.
You Listen.
Good Girl.
You are good.
You get gifts.
Hopefully.

I am one of those strange people in this world that practice necessary evil.
Not because I am a bad person realizing myself.
Not because I am a good person perverting myself.
Just because being evil is sometime necessary.
Just to remind others that life is not a Disney movie with singing midgets and dancing servants.
In the real life people make fun of midget and servants know that dancing during their working time will kept on their salary.
That´s what we call the real life.
I could give more examples:
Waiting line in supermarket, meeting people we deeply dislike,
Does this recall something to You?
Of course not. Because you are probably blinded by the light of some fallacious belief that u are to be good and accept your penitence because this is Christmas time.
For me even in december...waiting line in Stores is unbearable.
What make it even more unbearable is music that goes with in december.
"Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells"
- Dear costumer, remenber our promotion on Cheese this week-
"Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride"
- Monique cash machine number 2-
"In a one horse open sleigh"
-Bob pick up the phone line 2-
"Jingle bells, jingle bells"
- The little kevin is waiting his parents at the entrance of the store-
"Jingle all the way"
-One thousand five hundred twenty four-
"Oh, what fun it is to ride"
-Have u tried the sausage of the butcher-
"In a one horse open sleigh yeah"

Unbearable.
I can´t stand Xmas Carols.
There is nothing worst than them.
Every year the same eternal songs singing the joy of the birth of the Child and the white snow.

Year after Year.
Snow flakes after snow flakes.
The same
Obliged to be good because we are told so.
I refuse.
I resist.
I fight back.
i am a Xmas Terrorist.

I refuse Xmas song.
Cherish those who pervert them
Between "Rudolf the red nosed deer" and "Rudolf the deep throat deer"
I am enjoying the blowing one.
I diffuse it.

Being a Xmas terrorist is not easy.
I have to find the right thing to apply my terror.
The goal is not to hurt anyone.
Not to kill anyone.
Just to perturbate the course of the event.
Like for example:
Looking grumpy in waiting line.
Actively refusing all the free stuff that people in stores want to give you like free Xmas cookies.
you don´t imagine how long the stuff have been open.
When wrapping Xmas gift for your relatives.
Do it in the most umperfect way possible.
Face proudly the faces that comes when you offers them.
Etc..Etc..

Polute Xmas where u can.
Mouuuuaaaaaa.
Stay yourself as you are all the rest of the year.
don´t fake smiles.
If you don´t feel like smiling don´t do it.
Spread Happiness as it should be.
Not wrapped in the Xmas syndrom.
But.
Be aware.
Don´t become grinchy.
Stay yourself.
Don´t be good because you are told to be.
or
Because this is a "special" time of the year.
Being a Xmas terrorist.
Being normal.

Ps: Go to check my flickr. I have decided to seriously take photo.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/homo-geographicus/

Finding my way in waterpolo

2007-11-15T14:23:00.000-01:00

I have decided to quit football for a bit. Decided to try do do something new: Waterpolo. This is very nice and extremely motivating. I love it. Life seems so simple when u have a ball and you can kick people almost as much as you want ! This is a lot of fun. I didn´t it was available in Iceland until i walked in the pool a monday evening. Anyway... here are few facts about waterpolo:

You know you're a waterpolo player when..

-you smell like chlorine 24 7 even after taking showers

-you rarely shower at home

-you are used to doing homework in the car

-you make more gay jokes than you should

-you aren't repulsed by speedos, you actually like them and find them more convenient than those baggy trunks some people wear

-you are not disturbed by the thought of deck changing and you think it's an efficient way to save some time

-you are constantly annoyed by people who think waterpolo is just volleyball in a shallow pool

-you have scratches all over your body, and simply shrugg when people ask you what happened, because you want to avoid the whole "how is volleyball dangerous?!" scenario

-if you are a girl, you have red marks all over your neck and are usually tutted by some teachers at school if you happen to wear a tank top

-you aren't always aware that you're bleeding or bruised

-you secretly like the smell of chlorine

-you think waterpolo players are more attractive than other people

-it is normal to get home later than 11pm, and your friends are always jealous of your curfew, but you are too tired to explain to them that you're not out partying, you're at the pool

-you prefer swimming in pools over oceans

-your summer hangout is the pool

-you have terrible bathingsuit tan during the summer

-you will never be caught at a puplic swim

-you resepct swimmers less than other people

-you dont think waterpolo hats are funny looking

-your breaststroke has gotten considerably worse and as frustrated as your summer swim coaches get, there is no hope for your backstroke

-your muscles hurt after a few days of not being in the water, especially your shoulders and knees

-you are extremely un-flexible

-when you lick yourself you taste like chlorine:)

-you get cap tans in the summer

-you get to know the lifeguards who give out ice pretty well:D

-you diss synchro ppl regularly

-you get kicked out of hotels for horsing around:D

-you find yourself needing therapy after tounaments on account of sexual assult

-you have been touched in places that normal people shouldn't touch

-you are at the pool more often than at home

-one arm is bigger than the other

-Your eyes are bloodshot from the chlorine and when you go to school, people constantly ask you, "Are you high?"

-You find yourself drawing out "man-ups" on a page in your math book when your supposed to be paying attention..sometimes you even try to explain it to someone.

-when u say u play waterpolo and someone even mentions horses, u get seriously angry and want to injure someone

-you find yourself explaining to ppl what the game is really about and why you have so many cut's briuses and choke marks, but usually they just stare at you in awe, probably thinking that they will think twice before playing volleyball in the pool

-you think underwater hockey players are the lowest form of life amd look for any opportunity to get in a fight with one

-this only applies for girls but...
ppl who ask if you wear bikinis... you try to explain that a bikini would only get ripped off then when they give you demented looks, you laugh because the idea seems funny to you

you thought practice was long only to find out that the 'team talk' afterward is even longer than the actual practice

- you give a good, firm handshake to every opponent after a game and are appauled when playing another organized sport, that your opponents only slap your hand after the game

- giving wedgies to teammates on the pool deck will never get old.

- you perfectly understand everyone with a heavy, eastern-european accent because you've had to adapt to what your coach says, who indeed has a heavy, eastern-european accent

-you've probably gotten more kickouts then you should but secretly don't regret any of them because hey, that bitch deserved it

-you're 'slippery when wet' and you 'do it in the deep end'

- you know the reason why an hour before games you and your teamates lather yourselves with lotion :) ( its to be slippery in the water incase no one got it..lol)

-butterfly is not a stroke, IT IS A PUNISHMENT

-you think going to training is more important than going to school.

-you hear "hahaha dont the horses drown?" and (when playing nubes) "ow your holding me!! why are u grabbing me?!" frequently

-whenever a new person comes to your team wearing a long bathing suit, you point, laugh, and show no mercy

-victoria rules/no rules will always have a special place in your heart.. especially when there are swimmers involved

-complete strangers may 'know' your body better than a non-waterpolo playing boyfriend/girlfriend

-you are a little too used to seeing rainbows around lights and cloudy vision

-when wearing two suits feels normal. And one just doesn't feel like it will hold.

-when you have seen your coach in a speedo and no one pressed charges

-When you say to someone "I play waterpolo...yeah its just like polo except we put the horses in the water" Then watching them think it over until you can't help but laugh at them.

-when one messes up, everyone suffers.

-when you get your suit pulled off and end up flashing everyone on the pool deck so much that it no longer phases you

-nothing compares to how potentially lazy you can be

- Being determined to ruin the new TJ on tour twice as bad as when you were there.

- Getting changed in the mini bus and running straight into the pool ready changed because your late for the match you have to drive 3 hours from home for.

-when you sweat during gym class, everyone starts comenting on how all of a sudden the entire gym smells like chlorine

-guys: you dont feel as bad as you used to when it comes on beating up girls .... but girls: you no longer feel bad about sacking guys who are wiling to beat you up.

-when people dont understand that saturdays are not available...yes, tournaments actually last 18 hours

-for girls; you know you play waterpolo when you dont have anymore hair at the back of your head :) ( its always pulled off from the zipper)

-guys: you refer to your costume as a turbo, not a speedo.

-you recognize your friends better when they are half naked, and think they are better looking, than when they have clothes on.

-when you don't even bother to see a physio anymore when you dislocate your shoulder

-you have tons of friends from all over the country just from tournaments

- catching or holding a ball with two hands feels awkward

-when you have become so desensitized to being kicked and punched that you laugh at people (non-polo players) who actually think they're tough

-you can eat enough food to feed a small orphanage

- there isnt a limit to just how high you are supposed to raise yourself out of the water

-for married men- You know your a real waterpolo player when your wife only complains when you haven't got scratch marks all over your back!

-you've had to explain the game so many times you can repeat your explanation from memory

-when you bring people that have never seen a game you have to constantly look over and signal them when to cheer

-people have no idea how satisfying it is to be able to knee, elbow, and punch people underwater and not be called for a brutality kick out or offensive.

-your fingertips bleed from filing them down on the pool deck and wearing a rubber swim suit appeals to you

-your hair dresser is appauled by the straw like texture of your hair and has given up on trying to teach you what conditioner is

-When excitement takes over the moment you see a swimming pool

-When you are totally bothered if you're at the pool without a ball, any ball, for that matter.

- underwaters never get old

- when you break your good hand... you don't stop playing polo, you start playing with your other hand.

- speedo's (turbo's) feel natural after a while.

- you think about the training you did the day before, and you wonder "how did we do that".

- your troubles are settled under the water.

- you remember you first goal.

-all your friends are from the waterpolo team, when the season ends you dont really know what to do with yourself on weekends

-You know you are a waterpolo player when you wear your speedos to the supermarket after practice/games

-you know you're a waterpolo player when someone grabs your costume so you kick up to show the referee your boobs....even when your dad is watching the game from the balcony..

-when you dont care that you're walking around with a massive wet stain on your ass and crotch cause you have a game soon and are too lazy to take of your speedo

-You know you're a waterpolo player when your friends are always asking you to show them how to skip a ball across the pool

-You Know you are a waterpolo player when you smile after being kicked in the ribs or balls. And the smile means "Just wait until I get hold of you buddy!"

I think i am one of those

Virgile

REHAB

2007-09-15T19:10:00.000-01:00

September.... the beguining of School, the beguining of autumn, the beguining of a new fashion season, of a new literature season but also.... Time of REHAB... Yes Ladies and Gentleman.. Septembre is the Month of REHAB... The month where u have to check yourself into your normal like.....The summer and its numerous exces...(ice cream.. snack...sleazy food....well september i my month of rehab and so far i am doing good.. at least better than lindsay lohan......almost.....
so from now ... i am considering that food is devilish...... Eating is from the past.... not eating is the future......Almost.. kate most.. almost ProAna......lol.....

Let see how it goes !!

Virgile

My Muddy Side

2007-08-17T00:50:00.000-01:00

The summer is ending and in fews days we will move back to the south, to Reykjavík, to home.

It has been an amazing summer, and i ve to say that the Icelandic country side experience has been very good. I ve discovered a side of Iceland, that i didn´t know and i love it. I had 3 main fears

First I ve to say that i was a bit scared to live 1 hours away to the next "Very Good Coffee To Go" establisment was frightening but i made it. Still not that addicted ! You are probably thinking ... well very good coffee can be made at home... but for me this very good coffee is more than just a coffee.... this very good coffee is possibility, opportunity and space. (mundus est geographicus)

Second, i can say it today that i was a bit scarred to leave the city to go to live in the country. (that sounds like a good plot for a TV show.....!). I guess i ve still some rest of France, but for me ... being Gay and living in te country side.... was like being Hemophilic and being into needles play....Not Good. I even thought my first day that they,the others, the locals were going to welcome us with fork and torch...Didn´t Happen... Not Yet !!!!

Third, Myself. I think i was my biggest fear. I ve to say... that being raised as a countryside boy in France, then moved to the "great" city of Reims when i was 15, to finally end up when i was 22 in Reykjavík, Iceland..... i was scared of mysefl when i started to think about going back to the countryside...One second i though it was a regression... "Back to the Mud" But that is not right to say that this is a regression. i guess i am more mature now... and less superficial (Where is my F(word) coffee??). I was scared to no be able to make it and to find out that i had lost something that i am secretly cheering deep inside me..... My muddy side... My muddyself

Yes Lady and Gentleman ... I ve a muddy side... and i am proud of it. I like it wet and dirty....

I ve to say that i relate this muddy side to my childhood in the "bucolic" French countryside and all those hours that i ve spend to play outside.. alone.. and being just muddy and happy...

But today i am not alone... but i am happy and because he loves me .... he let me be muddy and i ve to say that i will not have been muddy anywhere without him, and i just want to say thank you to him to have drag me to the north of Iceland, and to have shown me that i was able to survive there....

Ólafsfjörður is a very nice place to live... Unfortunately due to the non-presence of a "Very Good Coffee To Go" place....I can´t finish this sentence.....I guess i just miss Reykjavík, my office at the university, the city center, going to the gym, seeing my friends.....

Next Friday i will move back from the Countryside to the city and i feel like a porphet about the Icelandic Country Side : Oyé Oyé Urban People....The countryside is there and the countryside is good !!!!

Virgile

The Light at the end of the tunnel......

2007-06-04T11:33:00.000-01:00

That´s a comon saying that usually there is ligh at the end of tunnel.

Sometimes comon sayings are wrong.

There is no light at the end of tunnel... there is Ólafsfjörður....Ólafsfjörður town of 946 souls + one + me..... There is still no proof that i am doted of a soul... People are still wondering about it.. anyway.......

There is no light at the end of tunnel there is Ólafsfjörður... and so far this is nice.. impressive landscape... apparently nice people...... our laun is perfectly cut...... the sun is shining, bird singing...Perfect..... no cloud... expect maybe the light herring smell...... but who cares ? Ikea created the scented candells !!! My home will propably look like a satan whorshiper.. but who cares ? There is no light at the end of tunnel there is Ólafsfjörður... so they probably don´t know satan over there......Everything here seems quiet... G started his first day and this is going fine. He came back from the outside world .... with nothing.... yes apparently there is no gossip.. nothing.....What´s wrong with those people ? No one spying on anyone.... No one misbehaving.... My laun perfectly cut this is too suspicious.....

Does heaven look like this ? Does heaven look like Ólafsfjörður?... if yes.. God should inform is inhabitants that Ólafsfjörður is going to become Purgatory... A second tunnel is under constrution on the other side of the town.....

Did heaven looked like Ólafsfjörður?

Desperatly Seeking Free Hug !

2007-05-05T20:31:00.000-01:00

! Desperatly Seeking Free Hug !

"I don't mind where you come from; As long as you come to me"

"All the same" the Sick Puppies

Close to personal social depression.

Bad week... at work.... at school...in France...in the world....just generally bad week ....

Busy week for my carebear

We are saturday evening.. and tomorow there is the French election...the French presidential election. I ve hope and i am scared... scared that we could happen tomorow... and for the next 5 years...I am astonished to see what is happening... to see what people are willing to swallow... i am deseperatly astonised.... Anyway... i am probably officially entering in resistance tomorow evening.... the darwf will not be my president....

Where is my carebear

All that i ve read heard, seen the last weeks about France, french people (myself by extension) and the world... during the french presidential election make me sick. Simply sick. How did we get there. How did we end up to be so individualist? something went wrong terribly wrong...The France that i am seeing today is not the France of my youth. Am i an endangered species ? or Were i too blind to see the truth ? That make me sick.

The world is awfull ? Can someone bring my carebear ?

i need a hug. Not from Gunni. i ve plenty of those. Thank for this. I need a hug from a stranger. From someone who will come to me. hug me and leave.... just leave.... and let me there... feeling that there is still hope... that there is still hope in this world.... in the human being.... That we are not this individualist piece a flesh that i see. i need a free hug. and i want to give free hug. i want to give free hug to people to tell them. Don´t worry. We are there. U are not alone. Even if i don t know u i am there.. and we are plenty out there like u desperatly seeking for a free hug. A hug without interests exept the one to make u feel that u are not alone.

I need my carebear

Tomorow France has to make a society choice. Do french people want an agresive, individualist society, or do we an other thing. Do French people want to work together or against each other. What do we want to do.

I need my carebear

I am ashamed to see what people are willing to swallow from politician. I am surprised to see how they are willing to sit on the brench that we are sitting on.

Why in a time where everyone seems to look for masochism i want the opposite? Altermasochist?

I need a hug. And soon u will need one. And we will be there.

http://www.freehugscampaign.org/index.php?categoryid=1

http://www.free-hugs.com/

I am gonna need a lot of free hug in the future. We are gonna need a lot of free hug. Especially if u live in France.

I need my carebear.

! Desperatly Seeking for a Free Hug !

French Election

2007-04-22T16:10:00.000-01:00

Damned... Hard sunday..... very hard..... Big decision to make today ... other than Mc do or subway ....(subway won).....For which candidate am i going to vote ...? big doubt between two......hummm hummmm I ve tried to get help from outside.... flipped a coin... it felt on the side.... What should i do ? this is the 3rd phone call that i make to france for my vote....
Big choice .. big choice... !!!

Choice done... i have read the news... and ... one of my subject of hesitation.. just let the press know that he went to the church before he went to vote........ before the vote...

He just lost mine ..... damned.. thank god for this easy choice.....

Not that i am against religion.. anyone is able to believe what ever he wants.. but... i am against that the man or the woman who is going to be the president of a Laic state.. show what religion he is..... u cannot pretend to embrace the Republic if u don t respect one of HER simple principles... Religion is a private fact.. it has to stay in the private sphere...

Going to make a last phone call ...

Going to get ready for football.....

Can i play with a stereo on the shoulder ?

Survival of the fitest

2007-04-22T15:27:00.000-01:00

Survival of the fitest... Well... More the days go.... less i am the fitest one.... more i am Not going to survive......

When i am suppose to not survive anymore...

is it when i can t get through the door anymore?

This is insane.. must have Prader willy Syndrom.. i can t stop to eat... Well this is not that i want to stop.. indeed.. this is a scientific fact that eating is usefull .. but i can t stop to eat crap food....Damned Survival of the fitest.... !!! Those are not Love handle.. this is a steering wheel love...... damned.....

i am aslo studing some other syndrom that i could apply to my case...... Half boulemia.... (eating ... eating...eating ... eating... and not throwing up )and/or Alzeimer boulemia..... i am eating ... eating...eating ... eating...eating ... eating... but i forget to throw up...

i wish i was as good as finding excuses to not eat as i am finding ones to eat... like ....... Humm today .. french election..i am stressed.. (as it was going to change my life.. i am living in iceland.. and haven t been back home for quite sometimes now....).. hummm Subway and coke..... did i say that i had toffu in the fridges...... not an option today .. not an option ......

Every sunday .. i am finding a new idea.. for a miracle program that could save me to not go through the door.... Every monday i stand up.. reach the bathroom....look at me in the mirror... find me cute.. and decide to postpone my miracle program....What the hell.. i am cute..isn´t it ?

So ... today we are sunday .. i ve sined i am a siner .... i went to subway ..... and i am planing allready the miracle program to save my soul... or at leat what my soul is wrapped in !!! (not sure that this is the correct gramatical order) anyway.. there is layer.. and there is my soul.. (if i ve one ..).. i am having a plan... Marchall type plan... to get rid some of those layers.....

why.. why .. why do we have to do this to ourself ? Iceland is a devilish country....in every store.. half of it is only snack... and the tentation is even greater when u live next to the store.. that close at midnight....

By the way ..BF... is right now eating cookies.... Why Why why !!!!

Tentation !!!!! tentation !!!!!

Virgile