Friday, December 26, 2025

The Two Towers

During my recent trip to Iceland I found myself sitting in one of the larger ‘hot pots’ in Vesturbæjarlaug, one of the municipal outdoor swimming pools in Reykjavík.

As I was sitting near a couple of men I caught the Brooklyn accent of one them and ultimately became engaged in conversation with them. As is its wont (it must be something in the water?), the conversation flowed from one subject to another. The Brooklyn native had lived in Iceland since 2006 and excepting Icelandic grammar, mostly enjoyed his experience there. One thing he didn’t care for was the relentless construction in the old harbour area: charmless hotels and brutalist high-rises built for the rich that cut off the views across the harbour.

There was one recent construction he mentioned, two new towers that neither he or his companion knew the purpose of. I hadn’t seen it yet, but I put it in my ‘mental file’ and, sure enough, I spotted it the next day.

It was on Sæbraut, a little east of where I was staying, and I could see that these towers were stairway/elevator shafts, no doubt the core of a new hotel or high-rise. When complete, the building would block the view of Esjan, the magnificent mountain range across the bay unless you were staying in a $1000-a-night hotel room or had a luxury condo.

Something gained, something lost.

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Wednesday, December 24, 2025

Christmas Love



For Bonnie

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Monday, December 22, 2025

Trilingual Graffiti

Reykjavík, Vitastígur, 31 October, 2025

Icelandic text: Women's liberation has not been achieved and various invisible barriers, built into the male-dominated system of power, still exist.

German text: The agreement came into force in 1981 and was an important step towards recognizing women's rights as human rights.

English text: The first gathering devoted to women’s rights in the United States was held July 19-20,1848, in Seneca Falls, New York.


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Friday, December 19, 2025

Flybus Flashbacks

Flybus is the shuttle service between the Keflavík airport and the Reykjavík BSÍ bus terminal.

The dawning light makes for surrealistic landscapes:
Traffic jams are common in the morning:
Freezing outside:
Impressionistic sculptures dotting the roadside:
Fossvogsdalur, steaming in the cold arctic air:
30 October, 2025

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Wednesday, December 17, 2025

River Reverie

Twenty Years Ago on FITK
The coffee shop isn’t very busy for this time of day.

A couple of the regular Wi-Fiers are by the window, hunched over their laptops, talking jargon and typing between sips of java. A young woman sits in the corner, reading the newspaper and nibbling on a pastry. The music, drifting down from invisible speakers, is just some sparse piano chords… and Joni Mitchell’s voice is heard…

It’s coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace…


A different kind of holiday music, to be sure, a sad song…

I wish I had a river
I could skate away on…
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby cry…


Sometimes a good thing doesn’t last.
I think about an old love and how I ruined it.
I just couldn't let myself go and surrender to her…

He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on


The woman puts down her paper.
The regulars stop talking.
The background noise in the shop stops and Joni’s lyrics are now quite distinct:

I’m so hard to handle
I’m selfish and I’m sad
Now I’ve gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had…


Is the woman with the paper thinking of a love that she had and then lost?
Are the net-workers in a similar mood, thinking of what might have been?

Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I made my baby say goodbye...


I made my baby say goodbye.
She's done alright for herself since then.
I guess I have too.
Why does my mind bring up these old memories, and for what purpose?

It’s coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on…


The song ends and the woman resumes her reading.

The sound of the laptop keyboards resumes.

I get up and walk out the door.




1 Comment:

Blogger Alda said…



Hm. Joni is one of my all-time favourites, and this song is on my iPod.

Had I been at that cafe, I probably would have been thinking the same thing that you did.

Regrets. Mistakes. We all have them.

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Monday, December 15, 2025

Burlesque Fans

31 October, Kjallarakabarett, Þjóðleikhúsið, Reykjavík:

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Friday, December 12, 2025

Burlesque Queens

31 October, Kjallarakabarett, Þjóðleikhúsið, Reykjavík:

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Wednesday, December 10, 2025

Grandmother’s Sugar Cookies

20 years ago on FITK


In response to popular demand and because I am baking these today here is my sainted grandmother’s sugar cookie recipe:

blend in a mixer:
1/2 cup shortening (125ml)
1/2 cup butter, softened (125ml)
1 cup sugar (250ml)
2 eggs
3 tablespoons milk (45ml)
1 teaspoon vanilla (5ml)

sift together:
3 cups flour (750ml)
1 teaspoon soda (5ml)
1 teaspoon cream of tartar (5ml)
1/2 teaspoon salt (2.5ml)

fold flour mixture into mixer ingredients, then chill
roll into balls on cookie sheet, then flatten with a sugared glass bottom or Teflon spatula (dough will be quite sticky),
bake at 400˚F (hot oven) till lightly brown on bottom edge

please note: if you want to wreck these with frosting, sprinkles, etc., go ahead, but you will miss the point of the sublime, almost zen-like, minimalism of these treats. They are not very sweet.

I have a feeling that she just got this recipe from a magazine somewhere, although I've never tasted anyone else’s quite like these. Perhaps the recipe came over from the old country (Sweden) with her mother?

UPDATE: This twenty-year-old post is definitely not AI!

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Monday, December 08, 2025

Reykjavík Brutalism

Ráðhús Reykjavíkur:
Reykjavík Edition:
Harpa:
Ráðhús Reykjavíkur:

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Friday, December 05, 2025

Agatha’s Ghosts

The Mysterious Case of the Missing Crime Writer

A mystery
By Ragnar Jónasson
Translated by Victoria Cribb
Minotaur Books, 2025

Another year, another mystery from Ragnar. I’ve read several, they are all pretty digestible. You won’t find much poetry in them, but you will usually be rewarded with tightly plotted novels in the Agatha Christie vein. Ragnar is a popular author and he knows how to deliver to his audience. He also knows his classic mystery writers and even has a little meta fun with his own career in the book.

Set in November, 2012, Elín Jónsdóttir, a successful Icelandic crime fiction author (who had retired in the 1990s), has been missing for several days but there is no sign of foul play. Helgi Reykdal, a young detective on leave to pursue graduate work in Akureyrí, is called back to Reykjavík by his boss to conduct an informal investigation as the case as it doesn’t yet require a full police inquiry.

Parallel timelines in 1965, 1976, and 2005 are developed, slowly revealing that the missing author led a more more complex life that it seemed. Helgi’s vengeful ex, Bergthóra, also shows up, further muddling the waters.

There is a fair amount of local color; if you are familiar with central Reykjavík it will add some realistic depth to the book. It's one of the better titles by Ragnar, I enjoyed it for what it was. Victoria Cribb’s translation is, as usual, flawless.

Recommended.

Death on the Island

A novel
By Eliza Reid
Poisoned Pen Press, 2025

Yet another Icelandic mystery author! Eliza Reid is no stranger to FITK, in fact I have met with her IRL as well as a Zoom during the Iceland Writers Retreat in 2021.

This is yet another murder mystery in an Agatha Christie vein, even down to the central event taking place at a dinner party with nine suspects (professional people, politicians, spouses) and the victim sharing a toast at a fancy restaurant in Heimæy, the volcanic island off the southern coast of Iceland. They are gathered here to celebrate the opening of an art exhibit by Hanna, a free spirit with ties to several of the characters. I found it helpful to write down the characters and their position at the table to keep the characters straight. There is a murder and a storm is raging (keeping anyone from escaping), and a young police detective tries to make sense of it all while the suspects suspect each other and do some sleuthing on their own.

This is a competent mystery, more of a construction than an work of literature, which I think is precisely the kind of book Agatha Christie fans desire, I wasn’t too impressed. Ragnar Jónasson does this better, but it is a good beginning. Recommended for fans of the genre, otherwise, no.

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Wednesday, December 03, 2025

Red Zinger Tea

Twenty Years Ago on FITK
Once upon a time, somewhere in the vast North American prairie, there lived a young bachelor.

A co-worker was moving and, being an agreeable sort, he volunteered his help. There wasn't a great deal to move, it only took a few hours. The other people who were helping left one by one. The young man started to pick up his jacket, which he had removed when he became hot from climbing stairs. “Don't go yet,” the co-worker whispered; “… stay. We can have some tea... it’s Red Zinger!”

The bachelor, who really wasn’t much of a tea drinker, stayed, if for no other reason than to try a drink named “Red Zinger.”

Everyone was gone, excepting the two co-workers. The tea was made, it was spicy, and warmed and relaxed the young man. When the two put their clothes back on three hours later, they both realized that their office relationship had changed, for the better. The tea was good, also.

Moral: Tea for two can get one into more hot water than one originally intended.

6 Commenting:

lab munkay said...


Where do I get me some of this Red Zinger elixer?


Professor Batty said...


..."step into my parlor..." said the spider to the munkay...


Comica said...



So, what sort of aphrodisiac can one find in a Zinger? And is it always Red?


Professor Batty said...


...it's only a fairy tale...I mean nothing like that EVER happen to me.

...

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well, maybe once...

...

upon a time...



Little Miss Loopy said...


You know, to some people tea is still just tea. I may be the only one but that's a different story altogether.

Ironicly enough the tea in my tea story was also red zinger. I wonder if that means anything.



Professor Batty said...


...Munkay- find it in the herbal tea section of your grocery store...
...Brackety- try some and see! Also- something will turn red...
...Little Miss L- I have scientifically studied the "Red Zinger Coincidence Effect" and have concluded the following:
A. Either you and I should have tea together as soon as possible, OR
B. You and I should never have tea together.
C. Red Zinger only works on some.
D. Sometimes things just happen.
E. When in doubt, kick him out.
F. It is probably a good thing that you and I are thirty years and an ocean apart...:-)

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Monday, December 01, 2025

Remember…

… Reykjavík
Laugavegur, 31 October, 2025

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