Another week

Well, another week has whooshed by without me so much as noticing it. Or almost not.

The vacation went very well. Your's truly and her boyfriend hiked in New Hampshire, scaled the abominable headwall of the Great Gulf, missed the peak of Mt. Washington on purpose, spent a memorable evening at the Lakes of the Clouds hut and hiked back to civilization in pouring rain down the Tuckerman Ravine, of late-spring skiing fame. After this totally wonderful hike we ambled/drove through Portsmouth and down to Boston where we spent almost a full day shopping and urbanizing ourselves a bit. Very nice indeed.

And Germany just won Argentina. A quarter of me (the Prussian quarter) is justifiably proud. However, the Prussian quarter is not particulatly proud of Jan Ullrich. Was ist eigentlich mit diesen Leuten los??

This weekend

it'll be Mount Washington for Shan and I. Yes, we are going on a (mini-)vacation in the mountains of New Hampshire!!

Merde!

I f***ed up. Big time.

Added ten minutes later:
Well, it looks like the f***-up might be fixable, at least partially.

Pink orgy

I was VERY surprised to see the Moggi front page all pink today. Then I read this post and realized why it is so. See my friend Sif second from left on the picture? I'm so proud of her and the other women and men in the Femínistafélag who are so diligent and innovative working for equal rights of men and women. Go girls, and go Moggi!

Happy 17th!

mbl.is tells me it's been rather miserable in Reykjavík today, rainy and cold. I'm sure my Icelandic friends celebrating the national day in Reykjavik will feel a lot better hearing about my balmy summer day in Ithaca; the temperature is reaching broiling point and if I weren't such an exceptionally conscientious grad student (hóst hóst) I'd be swimming in the gorge right now... right, that's where I was headed...

Helvítis bömmer er það annars að hafa 17da á laugardegi, ekkert auka frí. Algjört frat.

The bike

About three weeks ago I bought a road bike of this variety. This was done after lengthy considerations and even lengthier considerations have followed. See, it's not enough to get a bike. You need a bike computer (to keep track of your speed, distance, average speed, total distance covered etc. etc.), padded shorts (to retain the functionality of your nether regions), a bike jersey with pockets on the back (so you don't have to carry your house keys stuffed into your padded shorts), clipless pedals, shoes to go with the clipless pedals, biking gloves and even biking socks! Getting all this stuff, being an avid online shopper, has proven strenuous. Too small, too large, out of stock and not bothering to let us know, attitude from staff who think they're doing you a favor allowing you to buy their overpriced-but-available stuff from them... úff.

And in spite of all this, I find myself having covered a lot of ground on my new bike (in my sneakers and Shan´s old crash shorts) and slowly, walking up that monstrous hill on the way to school in the mornings is getting easier.

The Icelandic Library

No, not dead yet.

Some of you might know that Cornell has a large collection of Icelandic books. Browsing in the catalog, I came across this.