Wednesday, October 14, 2026

Bewildered Batty

Twenty Years Ago on FITK
The e-mail triggered it. It was a note from the place where I had reserved an apartment while at the Iceland AirWaves music festival. I had been "bumped" into a better one, in a different location (Garðastræti 40), just across the street from the Russian Embassy.

Cool.

And then the wild thoughts began: " …ohmygodimgoingtobethereinaweekandihaventgottenready
andwhatwillibringandidbetterpacktonightidonthavemyitinerary
figuredoutwhatifimissmyflightandwhatifeverybodyhatesmeandwhatifmyplanecrashes
andigetbeatupandwhatifthebandssuckandwhatif…
"

Snap out of it, Batty. You've done this trip twice before, with far less planning and still managed to have a great time. You can really be a real worry-wart, you know. Your travel gear is nearly ready, your clothes are set, just relax and enjoy it. Iceland is fabulous, you'll do just fine, and almost everybody there is Lutheran (excepting the pagans, of course.)

5 Comments:

RS said...


Cool study! This was nice, seeing you in your habitat. I can see myself on your wall, along with the other Flippism members.



Comica said...


Look! There we all are! and Look at you in your trendy/rustic/ultra hip refuge.
Do you ever take that guitar down from the wall and pick a little tune?



Kristín said...


Is your study always this tidy? How can you find anything in there?
You do know what they say about a clean desk, don't you, dear?
About coming to Iceland, wear something windproof. The autumn winds have arrived.



Professor Batty said...


...Reshma, sorry about the Tequila picture, I just had to use it...
...Comica, yes, I do torture that guitar from time to time (if you look carefully you'll notice that you're up on the wall three times, in your various disguises)...
...Kristín, I'll be ready for Niceland, it was colder and just as windy in Minnesota today... my desk is usually somewhat neater...

...Everybody- the pictures on the wall are to remind me that there are real people out there in blogland, I hope my rantings can help make their days a bit brighter...

Kristín said...


Uh, sorry, the joke was that it's impossible to find anything on a desk this tidy - I don't hold with tidy desks myself, for the main reason that I never manage to keep my own desk tidy for more than five minutes straight...

UPDATE (2026): 15 days until Iceland!

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Monday, October 12, 2026

Bæjarnins Before and After

Bæjarnins beztu pylsur:
This world-famous hotdog stand in Reykjavík was once open to the skies, open to the harbour and open to a view of Esja: vistas that added a special garnish to these tasty comestibles. Then the ground was covered in Icelandic lava bricks, now it is sheathed in imported(?) designer brick. Formerly bordered by humble and historic shop buildings, recent development has surrounded it with sterile “up-scale” designer outlets and exclusive-to-the-rich Pied-à-Terre.

While a lot was lost in the translation between 2015 and 2025 the pylsur, however, remain the same.

17 days until Iceland!

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Friday, October 09, 2026

Icelandic Monochromes

Reykjavík in black and white:
Only 20 days until Iceland!

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Wednesday, October 07, 2026

once i asked what love is like…

(Twenty Years Ago on FITK)

… and now I know.

The thing about love is that yes, I am certain I was in love before, but it was never like this. Before, I was always stressed, and panicking, and acting, and the reason for that was simple. There was no trust. I did not trust him, and I did not trust myself, and to be honest, I think he trusted me even less and himself not at all.

And I thought that was love, because that was what I was conditioned to believe, that when two people are attracted to each other that way, it must be love.

Except that it wasn't; it could not be love, any more than Romeo's crush on Rosaline was love. You may think it love when you will do anything to be with the person, and you may think it love when you will accept anything from that person just so that they will not leave you.

But that is not love.

If it is not love when you are only willing to take, it is also not love when all you want to do is give. There is no difference between putting your heart in someone's hands knowing that it will be broken and taking someone's trust and grinding it beneath your feet, merely flip sides of the same coin.

Nor is love about sex. Sex has become a commodity to some - a bribe, a laugh between friends, a fleeting pleasure in the night - and to tie love with sex is to head down the highway to disappointment, although there will probably be some love shacks on the way to heartbreak hotel.

Love is both all and none of the above; far more dramatic and far more prosaic. It is when you can place your trust in that person completely and receive trust in return; it is when you demand nothing and receive everything and the reverse is true.

Love is... symmetric. It has to be between equals who are content to be equal. By this I do not mean that both have to be equally intelligent or rich - only that none of that should matter. And like all symmetric effects, it has the potential to be everything.

And so I put my trust in you because when the sun comes out, the moon stands no chance at all.

~RS

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Monday, October 05, 2026

Reykjavík By Night: Street Scenes

Memory or Dream?
Reykjavík, October 31, 2025

24 Days to Iceland!

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Friday, October 02, 2026

Trio in Iðno

In the coming weeks I’ll be setting the mood for next month’s Iceland Airwaves.

Three colorful faces I spotted last year:
Blue Lou

Freyja

Moina

27 days until I’m back in Iceland!

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Wednesday, September 30, 2026

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Twenty Years Ago on FITK
Minneapolis, March, 1976

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Monday, September 28, 2026

Harold’s Blues

This is for… this is for my girlfriend, Beverly…

I got the, I got the frozen food blues…
I would drive a truck for *Aslesen’s (get it)…
I got the hey dad! (get down, man)…
I’m down… Yeah!
I got the blues…

I just better make sure that I got something to sing here…
Make sure that you guys aren’t malingering…
Hey, what ya say that we hit Dakota and get out? Com’on…
It’s dead, it’s dead, let it, let it alone, it’s dead…

Leave it alone…
This timeless piece of musical arcanum was created in an upstairs duplex in North Minneapolis, home of Flippist Records. The band was The Explodo Boys and “Harold” was the alter-ego of Dan Rowles doing a vocal composite of various street people and barflies he had been exposed to, most notably “Hurricane Vern” who would regale the band with tales of his misadventures (spoken through ill-fitting dentures).

This ‘tune’ was completely ad-lib; Danny had been noodling on the piano when Jimmy joined in with some snaky slide guitar and the rest of the band joined in. It was done during the first (and only) recording session of this version of the band:
From left to right:

John V. Peterson, bass guitar
Austin Gillespie, congas
Mike Shannon, drums (and asides)
Jimmy Derbis, slide guitar
Dan Rowles, lead vocal and piano
Frankie Paradise (Paul Peterson), guitar

Recorded Live, August 19th, 1977

*Note: Aslesen’s was a restaurant supply company in Minnesota in the 1970s, it was later absorbed by Sysco Foods.

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Friday, September 25, 2026

Julie at 100

September 26, 1926, is the birth date of Julie/Nancy/Gayle Peck (sources differ.)

She is more commonly known as Julie London.

Her musical persona provocative, her beauty commensurate.

Julie’s sophisticated delivery of angst-laden tunes was unsurpassed.

Here is this fine singer performing what could be her own epitaph:



Her appearance was worldly and seductive.

In reality she was a homebody and doting mother.

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Wednesday, September 23, 2026

Seasonal Equipoise

Twenty Years Ago on FITK

I went down to the river last night, camera and tripod in tow, intent on securing some time exposures of the Giddings Gazebo on the lower Rum River. This structure is all that remains of a group of stoneworks which were constructed on the river's edge, a place where our city's first cultural pioneer would practice his clarinet on warm summer days nearly a century ago.

Last night was still warm, summer had not skimped on the temperature this year- altogether a delightful evening. It was quite still, as if the season was at a tipping point, indeed, in twenty-four hours it would be twenty-four degrees cooler. I shot the roll (120 TMX) and went home, it was after 10 P.M. yet still balmy.

Morning came in with the north wind and the temps dropped all day. Tonight I searched through my closet and brought out the warmer clothes, putting my shorts and Hawaiian shirts to the rear; that Lopi sweater, the leather shirt and the Merino wool, all marched out to the fore. Summer is over for the year, we'll have a few more warm days, but no more warm nights…

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