The Backyard
I was working from home on Cream-Puff Day and decided to venture out into the backyard with my camera for a little while.
I was working from home on Cream-Puff Day and decided to venture out into the backyard with my camera for a little while.
Somewhere in the past we Icelanders picked up the tradition of the Cream-Puff Day (Bolludagur), aka eating yummy ‘buns’ with cream and jam on the Monday before the start of lent (the Monday before Ash Wednesday). I’ve never made any buns myself, but this year I decided to give it a go, using a recipeRead more
Every February the local universities open up their doors for a Saturday afternoon to entice the current crop of junior-college seniors to apply this summer introduce all the different departments and ‘educational opportunities’. I was mildly involved in organizing the EE department’s involvement, as in I attended a meeting or two, and then asked the student organization to handle the rest – which they did with aplomb.
On the day itself I hiked on over with Anna, who’d just emerged from her weekly English school session. Here be pictures.
I am happy to report that December 2011 has been officially dealt with, blog-wise anyway. To make up for the lack of recent photos, here are a few from today, where Bjarki and I took turns using the camera.
Way back when, Holla and Óli invited us and some other good friends over to make confectionery (fancy chocolate bits) on 23 December, aka the Day Before Christmas, where tradition dictates that one should eat really really stinky fish for dinner. This past Christmas, we were all set to return the favor, when a stomach bug stopped our plans. Thankfully, the ingredients were all fairly non-perishable, so we waited until things had started to quiet down after the holidays, and summoned Holla & Óli and Adda & Halli over for some chocolate-fiddling in the beginning of February instead.
So yeah. These past TWO months I’ve glimpsed the (surprisingly) green grass in our backyard for a total of three hours. Maybe four. The remainder of the time it’s been hiding under a blanket of snow of variable thickness. Yes, it’s Winter. For realz this time!
I’ve yet to go out on a photo-scouting mission with my proper camera, so a lot of these photos have been taken using my mobile phone camera. Ready for some white stuff?! 🙂
As of writing this, I’m one lecture and two homeworks away from being done teaching the ‘other course’ for a long while this semester. I’ve also finished gobbling up Merlin (mmmm… Meeeeerlin, also the internets are insane!) and as a result I have a wee bit of mental space opening up. To celebrate I’m goingRead more
Lotta, one of our good Icelandic friends who we met in California is a proper arty photographer, with impressive degrees to her name and everything! This January she and a good friend of hers co-held an exhibition called Echo here in Reykjavík, and she was kind enough to invite us to the opening. As it happened Finnur was busy, so we plonked the kids down with their grandparents (triple hooray for local grandparents!!) and went on our separate ways.
Newborns in Iceland are rarely given a name before they leave the birth-hospital, as is customary in the US. Instead, the newbie usually goes by all sorts nicknames while the parents try to suss out an appropriate name, and once they’re done there’s (usually) a baptism, or a naming party, where the kid’s name is ‘revealed’. Here are some pictures from the baptism of my newest niece, Iðunn Heiður Nökkvadóttir, daughter of Nökkvi and Jóhanna. 🙂
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