heatray5d: (Moose Love)
Don't forget the people cheerfully barbecuing in the cold ass rain in the park
I forgot to take notes for the first half of our second day in Iceland, so there are none to remind me of the high points of our trip to Þingvellir National Park to go snorkeling in the Silfra Fissure.

Þingvellir is a lush rift valley with lakes and streams fed by melt from the nearby Langjökull glacier to the northwest. The stone here is older than the lava fields around Reykjavik 30 miles to the south, its edges softened by lichen, stubborn Icelandic grass, arctic flowers, and low brush. The Silfra Fissure is a deep crack that runs across the heart of the park.

Standing on the edge of the fissure and looking west, you can see a cliff rising about a quarter of a mile away. It juts out of the tumbled earth below it like a special effect in a disaster movie. Waterfalls spring suddenly from its rough face. It is the edge of the North American continental plate. Turning around and looking southeast, you can see the low, jagged hills that mark the edge of the Eurasian continental plate. The cliff and hills are moving away from each other at a rate of about 8cm per year. The fissure, full of pure, freezing glacial meltwater, is the scar the retreating continents have left behind.

Þingvellir is also as the founding location of the world's first or second oldest parliamentary body - the Althing, which, with the exception of a 45-year gap back in the 18th century, has served continuously as Iceland's governing body since 930 AD. It's not surprising that bunch of scattered ancient lords chose this place as their seat of power. It's a sheltered rift valley that must have seemed like a place of calm in a forbidding and frequently violent landscape. The fact that, over the course of a long enough life, the landscape would visibly change without any apparent activity (there are a lot of earthquakes there, but most of them are too faint to be felt) might have given it an aura of mystery and magic.

A wonderful factoid we learned later about the historic Althing: New laws could not take effect until a lord shouted them from the top of a nearby hill.

We arrived just before 8 in the morning on another shuttle from the Bus Hostel. It was drizzling, gray, and cold - about 45 degrees. Our guide - a friendly, quietly funny young woman - gave us a quick tour of the area, told us all the facts I related above, and walked us through the route we would be taking through the fissure. The water, which we would soon be swimming in, was about 1 or 2 degrees above freezing.

A full dry suit kit consists of your normal base layer - for me: UnderArmour compression top and tights and wool socks - a sort of onesie made of sleeping bag material that I would like to have for just lounging around in; and a thick neoprene suit with integrated boots, and a rigid collar and wrists with tight latex gaskets. There are valves on the chest and one arm that allow you to inflate or deflate the suit for diving. Once the dry suit is on and the gaskets are properly sealed, you pull on a 6mm wetsuit hood and similar lobster gloves. Properly worn and sealed, the dry suit keeps you completely dry. The hood and gloves allow water to circulate, but if you don't move your hands around too much the thick wetsuit keeps them relatively dry.

Wearing this outfit and carrying our masks, snorkels, and flippers, we walked over to a steel staircase set into the side of the fissure and descending down into the water. There, we hocked loogies into our masks, which is a vile practice I had forgotten was de rigueur for snorkeling. The rain continued to spit down, spotting our masks and rendering all of us moderately blind while another guide helped us put our flippers on.

From above, the water in the Silfra fissure is slate gray and flat. From below, it's sapphire and clear as glass. The fissure descends below you through progressive shades of deeper and deeper blue until it disappears in a jumble of rocks and impenetrable caves hung with an algae called troll's hair.

The mask restricts your peripheral vision substantially, so even surrounded by people (and occasionally accidentally kicking/being kicked by them) in the narrow crack there is a sense of solitude. You drift silently through this nearly sterile blue corridor, propelled by the slightest movement of your foot, buoyed by the air in the suit. It's a weirdly effortless thing, swimming through this freezing water.

Most of the people on our tour retreated quickly to the stairwell leading out of the water at the end of the tour, but I paddled around for as long as I could. The dry suit kept me perfectly comfortable (others were not so lucky), and I felt very content in my quiet little zero-G world. But I also felt like a jerk making people stand around in the freezing rain while I swam in circles, so as soon as everyone else was out I headed for the landing.

When we arrived back at our Air BnB, we decided to brave the rain again in the name of exploring Reykjavik, and this is where we first began to understand the true character of the Iceland native. We found a lovely park near our lodgings that led directly into the old town, where we hoped to find some of the famous Icelandic hot dogs, and walked through it photographing memorials to 19th century poets and chasing greylag geese through puddles.

It was still in the low to mid 40's and raining, but as we walked past one of the playgrounds we saw a group of about 20 people ranging in age from young children to folks who might have been their grandparents, standing around a smoking grill, chatting happily with drinks in their hands. Children swarmed over the playground equipment. The weather, which, honestly would have kept [livejournal.com profile] cayetana and I inside at home, was immaterial to this group's enjoyment of their cookout. I found this inexplicably delightful and chased another goose in celebration of Icelandic hardiness.

It was in this same park that we discovered one of the truly wonderful quirks of Icelandic civic infrastructure: poets are the heroes of this country. There are statues of them everywhere, little plaques with poetry hidden among flowers, it's wonderful.

Jonas Hallgrimsson is the first poet we came across. Here is one of his poems, a wonderful singsong ditty called Hell:

I find it all a foolish joke,
falling to hell's abyss of smoke
to sit there, braised and baking,
among the howling fiends of fire,
so far from God's sunshiny choir --
it sets my soul to quaking!

There squads of skate-winged demons lurk,
skirling through everlasting murk
where ruddy flames hold revel.
All is fire and ice by turns,
everything freezes or it burns,
the dead souls -- and the Devil.

We wandered through old town Reykjavik marveling at the mediocre architecture and stellar street art. We toyed with the idea of going to the Icelandic Phallological Museum, but I think I shouted the words "dick museum!" too many times, because eventually Cayetana decided it was too far to walk.

Icelandic hot dogs are nbd, but the bread and butter are off the hook
One of the things that everyone we talked to mentioned about Iceland was the hot dogs. People were very insistent that we go immediately upon arrival to one of the many hot dog stands in the country and consume as many tube steaks as possible. Icelandic hot dogs are famously world class.

So I did a little research and settled on Bæjarins Beztu Pylsur. This tiny hot dog stand in old town has a picture of goddamn Bill Clinton standing in the rain and eating hot dogs. It is a legit wiener place. And I am here to tell you: Icelandic hot dogs are still pretty much just hot dogs. The fried onions are a nice touch, but they don't fundamentally transform what is otherwise a mediocre piece of meat in every respect. If you like hot dogs, they're good. But they're not going to change your life.

That said, you should consume as much bread and butter as is humanly possible if you ever find yourself in Iceland. Normally when you sit down at a restaurant and they give you bread and butter it's bullshit, even at the nicest place. But in Iceland, holy shit. I don't know what it is. They must sing to the cows or something, because Icelandic butter is the Platonic ideal of butter.

In fact, all of the food we ate was excellent, and if you can afford it I highly recommend sampling as much Icelandic cuisine as possible (it's also ridiculously expensive to eat out there - we never spent less than $50 on a meal in a restaurant). Try the fish. It turns out that the island nation populated entirely by Vikings has figured out how to very successfully cook a fish.
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It sounds like someone a few seats ahead of me on the train is cutting their nails.

Jul. 12th, 2016 10:55 am

Level 4

heatray5d: (Dino Joy)
Our other building is full of Pidgeys, which is also bullshit. I have like five Pidgeys. No one needs any more Pidgeys.

Get your shit together Nintendo. I want a Mew.

Oh shit! Never mind! I just figured out you can trade duplicates to Professor Willow for candy! You guys! This changes everything!
heatray5d: (Dino Joy)
I'm kind of pissed my office isn't a Pokemon gym.
heatray5d: (Dino Joy)
I love it when the people on NPR make Public Enemy references.
Jul. 5th, 2016 01:42 pm

One Star

heatray5d: (Dino Joy)
Every once in a while I go check out the Amazon page for my book, just to see if anyone has added a review. Just recently, someone did, giving me one star (!). The text of the review, in its entirety:

"Haven't gotten to this one yet,but know what it is about."

Which. . . fine. You bought the book, and every other review is 5 stars, so whatever man, but seriously? You're going to pull my review average down because my book is gathering dust on your night stand without a single crease in the spine? Uncool.

Out of curiousity, I decided to look at this person's other reviews to see which other books he's done this to. He has reviewed scores of products, the majority of which are picture puzzle books and connect-the-dots books, which he invariably reviews with five stars and praises as being "good for the brain." He has a preference for prepper books, and other books of survival guidance which he claims include "good information."

Those reviews are also quoted in their entirety.

He also buys, but does not read, books about UFOs, which he appears to grant stars to based on how far into the book he is. So, for instance, the other books he notes not having started yet are also given one star, while one that he is halfway through is given three. Does he think the star system is for noting how far he made it through the book?

I love love love the fact that the people who aren't friends and/or relatives who have reviewed my book are universally crazy people.
Jun. 24th, 2016 07:13 am


heatray5d: (Dino Joy)

Guy on the T just opened a can of Genesee, and shouted "I hate dentists!"

heatray5d: (Dino Joy)

I bought a bear can last week. A bear can is a can that you put food in to prevent bears from taking it, not (sadly) a can full of bears you can open and throw at your enemies like some kind of bear grenade.

It came in a box with the below instructions printed on the side, many of which are helpful, if obvious. But I'm particularly entranced by the final section that instructs the user not to try fighting a bear for food. Has this been an issue? Did they have a series of consumer complaints where people thought the bear can was intended as a distraction that would allow them to get the better of a bear in hand to hand combat? If it is an issue, shouldn't "don't fight bears" be step fucking one of using the bear can?

Bears are rad and chill most of the time, but they will fuck you up. Loogit this fuggin goon here.

He is maxin' and relaxin' to the absolute hilt, but that's because nobody's trying to put him in a sleeper hold over a ziploc bag full of trail mix. He is a little bear, but even a little bear is a lot more full of claws and teeth than most things.

Guys: Don't fight bears.

heatray5d: (Dino Joy)

Pretty much the saddest thing I've seen in a while is someone eating alone at a Fire & Ice.

heatray5d: (Dino Joy)
No lie, I was watching this in the bathroom (where I do most of my workaday casual internetting, and so do you so shut up) and actually said "Wow" out loud, which must have been mystyfying to the guy in the next stall.

Feb. 11th, 2016 11:23 am


heatray5d: (Dino Joy)
I just told a pregnant lady that growing a beard was like my version of being pregnant because "it's the most amazing thing I can do with my body."
heatray5d: (Dino Joy)
LonR - It's exactly like Facebook, except nobody is your friend. There are no privacy controls. Everyone can see everything you post. It's just that no one cares.
heatray5d: (Dino Joy)

App idea:
Shkrelr - you sign up. We give you a million dollars and everyone thinks you're an asshole. Plus, you get one member of the Wu-Tang Clan as a personal nemesis.

Jan. 27th, 2016 11:17 am

invest now

heatray5d: (Dino Joy)
New app idea:
Mugger - It's exactly like Twitter, except that what you do is you follow people you think are smart or funny, and Mugger just reposts whatever they post under your name, without attribution.
Jan. 26th, 2016 11:22 am

Dis Tracks

heatray5d: (Dino Joy)
Hey, guys, we are living in a golden age, and here's proof:

Some rapper named B.o.B. dropped a dis track about Neil DeGrasse Tyson last night, because B.o.B. thinks the Earth is flat and NDT tweeted at him that it's not. The track is absolutely worth listening to, if only because he references lizard people, secret cloning, the Masons, globalism, and Holocaust denial. The Genius annotation is totally worth reading.


This is AMAZING.
heatray5d: (Dino Joy)
Jem and the Holograms is not actually that bad of a movie, believe it or not. If you enjoy harmonies, or have any love of modern pop music, I can recommend it.

Also, and I swear to god this is true, it's basically like if the movie National Treasure was a teen musical, complete with a guy who could be a younger version of Nick Cage in a prominent bit role.
Oct. 21st, 2015 08:38 am

Slime Time

heatray5d: (gandalf)
In a couple weeks I'm going to be taking part in a 48-hour Dungeons & Dragons game, to benefit Hasbro Children's Hospital. The current plan is for the entire event to be streamed live on Twitch, so you can watch me play D&D if you want. Do it for the children('s hospital)!

Sadly, because this is a corporate event, I can't actually play for the entire weekend (apparently some people become a PR risk after staying awake drinking Red Bull for 18+ hours). I am, however, playing in two of the sessions, and running one of them, which means I get to raise money on a personal page for the event. And that's where you all come in. Here's my fundraising page:

I've got a few fundraising goals in there (at least two of which involve me pelting or being pelting with Jello live on the internet), and will think of a few more ways to embarass myself and others for your amusement as the time goes by.

Please donate if you can! But more importantly, please repost my fundraising page on your Myspace page or Friendster or whatever social network you use these days! Thank you!
Sep. 21st, 2015 02:59 pm


heatray5d: (Dino Joy)
Someone brought their baby in. It's currently 40 feet away from me, and yet the scent of baby musk is almost overpowering.

I like babies! This is the best kind of baby too. You know the ones that just look fat and pissed off like a shaved Persian cat? The best. But seriously, I should have to be near a baby to smell baby wipes this strongly.
Jul. 15th, 2015 06:42 am

RIP winter

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Rest in peace, Seaport snow mountain.


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