Fréttatilkynning
Göngum með Ómari
- þjóðarsátt fyrir komandi kynslóðir
Boðað er til fjöldagöngu með Ómari Ragnarssyni frá Hlemmi að Austurvelli klukkan 20.00 á þriðjudag. Ómar hefur kynnt hugmyndir um nýjar leiðir sem fela í sér að hægt verði að afla raforku til að knýja álverið í Reyðarfirði án þess að fórna þeim náttúruperlum sem færu undir fyrirhugað Hálslón. Ómar leggur til að fyllingu Hálslóns verði frestað og Kárahnjúkavirkjun verði geymd ógangsett sem magnað minnismerki um hugrekki þjóðar sem leitaði sátta við kynslóðir framtíðarinnar og eigin samvisku.
Ómar kynnti þessar hugmyndir sínar á blaðamannafundi á dögunum. Við tökum áskorun hans og sýnum stuðning okkar í verki með því að safnast saman og ganga niður Laugaveginn. Við hvetjum þig til að gera slíkt hið sama.
Því er boðað til:
Jökulsárgöngu niður Laugaveginn á þriðjudag kl 20.00
frá Hlemmi að Austurvelli
Horfumst í augu við siðferðislegar skyldur okkar gagnvart landi og náttúru –
Göngum með Ómari niður Laugarveg á þriðjudaginn.
sunnudagur, september 24, 2006
Idling
Every so often I have to visit this website and be nostalgic. That's been today's order.
It hasn't all been melancholy, though. To my wonderfully pleasant surprise, the Camper shoes I ordered online last week are already in Ohio, having been sent from Barcelona yesterday! Jömmí jömm, new Camper shoes!! Lucky me!
It hasn't all been melancholy, though. To my wonderfully pleasant surprise, the Camper shoes I ordered online last week are already in Ohio, having been sent from Barcelona yesterday! Jömmí jömm, new Camper shoes!! Lucky me!
laugardagur, september 23, 2006
fimmtudagur, september 21, 2006
Out of my league?
Yes! I finally did it! After a long absence away from any kind of organized singing I enlisted in a chorus here in my hometown of Ithaca, NY. The chosen chorus was the one that didn't require an audition, as there are few things I hate more than such torture. I also figured that if it doesn't require an audition, it probably is pretty easy going (last time I sung in a chorus was in Longyearbyen, Svalbard. The program consisted of ABBA and "Vem kan segla". I obviously need easy going).
Boy, was I wrong. I've been to two rehersals so far and I feel that I've accidentally stepped into the Navy Seals of choruses. At the first rehersal we were handed the score of the fall semester's piece: Mass in A-flat major by Schubert. Open it on page 1 and start singing. Before I could flip the page, the rest of the chorus had already sung half the mass. Holy Mo.
Many many many years ago I flirted, with appalling results, with structured music learning. I must have been the worst student ever to (dis-)grace Mr. Cortes's little classroom on Hverfisgata with her presence. I never learned to read music properly. I can't tell a tvíund from an áttund (or almost not). And here I am, supposed to be onsighting a whole f***ing mass! Hahaha, am I the only one who thinks this is funny?
So, they do have training wheels for us less gifted. Bunches of CDs with all the different voices, including fortunately the alto, are on their way to Ithaca as we speak. I can pop it into the CD player in the car and howl out loud all I want on the highway so as to not embarras my fellow altos during the steepest part of the learning curve. And actually, although it may sound like I'm cursing the day I decided to join the chorus, I love it.
Boy, was I wrong. I've been to two rehersals so far and I feel that I've accidentally stepped into the Navy Seals of choruses. At the first rehersal we were handed the score of the fall semester's piece: Mass in A-flat major by Schubert. Open it on page 1 and start singing. Before I could flip the page, the rest of the chorus had already sung half the mass. Holy Mo.
Many many many years ago I flirted, with appalling results, with structured music learning. I must have been the worst student ever to (dis-)grace Mr. Cortes's little classroom on Hverfisgata with her presence. I never learned to read music properly. I can't tell a tvíund from an áttund (or almost not). And here I am, supposed to be onsighting a whole f***ing mass! Hahaha, am I the only one who thinks this is funny?
So, they do have training wheels for us less gifted. Bunches of CDs with all the different voices, including fortunately the alto, are on their way to Ithaca as we speak. I can pop it into the CD player in the car and howl out loud all I want on the highway so as to not embarras my fellow altos during the steepest part of the learning curve. And actually, although it may sound like I'm cursing the day I decided to join the chorus, I love it.
mánudagur, september 18, 2006
Hammer Time
I won a very solid rock hammer this afternoon. Always the lucky one, me. This unexpected stroke of good luck happened at an information session held by Conoco Philips, whose representatives are now on campus trying to lure us geoscientists into their ranks. Whether that will be my fate remains to be seen...
The upstairs neighbors' TV has been keeping Shan and I company for the past few weeks. It's a very reliable companion, within hearing reach every hour, every day. While we admire its tenacity I doubt if either of us would miss it even the slightest bit were it to burn in the flames of hell. Perhaps the rock hammer could be put to good use here?
A few nights ago I dreamt that an old friend of mine had started wearing eye shadow and eye liner (but no mascara!). That wouldn't be odd, per se, if this particular friend of mine wasn't a guy who, so far, hasn't shown any interest whatsoever in make-up.
In that same dream, my cell phone had gone haywire. Whenever I'd try and call someone, the phone would decide, in some random process, who would actually be called. Of course, that would never be the one I planned to call. Don't try to tell me technology isn't evil.
Which brings me to the topic of instruments. Scientific instruments. I'm not the biggest fan, at least not of uncooperative instruments. One particularly uncooperative instrument in my lab didn't start to behave until it got to go to California for a month. When it came back it finally started working again. That's one clever instrument if you ask me.
The upstairs neighbors' TV has been keeping Shan and I company for the past few weeks. It's a very reliable companion, within hearing reach every hour, every day. While we admire its tenacity I doubt if either of us would miss it even the slightest bit were it to burn in the flames of hell. Perhaps the rock hammer could be put to good use here?
A few nights ago I dreamt that an old friend of mine had started wearing eye shadow and eye liner (but no mascara!). That wouldn't be odd, per se, if this particular friend of mine wasn't a guy who, so far, hasn't shown any interest whatsoever in make-up.
In that same dream, my cell phone had gone haywire. Whenever I'd try and call someone, the phone would decide, in some random process, who would actually be called. Of course, that would never be the one I planned to call. Don't try to tell me technology isn't evil.
Which brings me to the topic of instruments. Scientific instruments. I'm not the biggest fan, at least not of uncooperative instruments. One particularly uncooperative instrument in my lab didn't start to behave until it got to go to California for a month. When it came back it finally started working again. That's one clever instrument if you ask me.
þriðjudagur, september 05, 2006
Brownian motion
Ok, so, before I continue my ambling through the remote sensing problem set due on Friday I'm going to tell you this:
- Yesterday was my dad's birthday. Til hamingju!!
- Friday was India's birthday. Congratulations!
- Shan and I very unexpectedly spent the weekend in Oregon celebrating the latter birthday and hanging out w. the family. An altogether great experience.
- My paper has been cited once. Hah!
- Am currently reading "The Feminie Mystique" by Betty Friedan. It is totally captivating and I'm blasting through it as if it were a thriller. It's also unbelievable and more than a little frightening to read about where women were in the USA in the middle of the 20th century. Repeatedly I find myself just having to stop reading and pick my jaw off of the floor.
- The Dixie Chicks are my favorite at this moment, both for their music and because they have guts (they do, for instance, have clothes on..). Sufjan Stevens is also delightfully bizarre but too easy to fall asleep to.
- Somehow I find myself taking three classes this semester. Remember that this is my fourth YEAR here in grad school and I was fed up with taking class already by the second semester. Something's odd here.
- This semester I'm also teaching a lab in an introductory oceanography class. It's so much fun because us two grad student TA's have two undergrad assistants who actually do the teaching. I find it so cool and not because they do the hard part, but because I'm learning so much from my undergrad assistant about how to interact with students and teach. It's by far the best part of my semester.
Steradians and solid angles have yet to prove if they can enrich my life significantly until the end of the semester. I guess I'll have to plough through the problem set to find out.
- Yesterday was my dad's birthday. Til hamingju!!
- Friday was India's birthday. Congratulations!
- Shan and I very unexpectedly spent the weekend in Oregon celebrating the latter birthday and hanging out w. the family. An altogether great experience.
- My paper has been cited once. Hah!
- Am currently reading "The Feminie Mystique" by Betty Friedan. It is totally captivating and I'm blasting through it as if it were a thriller. It's also unbelievable and more than a little frightening to read about where women were in the USA in the middle of the 20th century. Repeatedly I find myself just having to stop reading and pick my jaw off of the floor.
- The Dixie Chicks are my favorite at this moment, both for their music and because they have guts (they do, for instance, have clothes on..). Sufjan Stevens is also delightfully bizarre but too easy to fall asleep to.
- Somehow I find myself taking three classes this semester. Remember that this is my fourth YEAR here in grad school and I was fed up with taking class already by the second semester. Something's odd here.
- This semester I'm also teaching a lab in an introductory oceanography class. It's so much fun because us two grad student TA's have two undergrad assistants who actually do the teaching. I find it so cool and not because they do the hard part, but because I'm learning so much from my undergrad assistant about how to interact with students and teach. It's by far the best part of my semester.
Steradians and solid angles have yet to prove if they can enrich my life significantly until the end of the semester. I guess I'll have to plough through the problem set to find out.
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