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Dream Wife Iceland Music Video Fire Light Evidence

I’ve previously blogged about how a golden circle appearing in an Icelandic selfie of mind reminded me of Bjork’s Utopia and The Gate videos, and I just found new evidence of that Icelandic belief in Dream Wife’s great greenYgrey Fire music video:

I was first alerted to Dream Wife in a Classic Rock review of their debut album.

My photo:


I’ve blogged a bit more about Bjork, pronounced Be-yerk, and wrote a little poem about how to pronounce her name based on how I’ve always heard it, before learning it was wrong, on the fmpoetry website.


Selling Snow to Norway, Iceland Fjord POP

Selling snow to Norway isn’t as easy as I thought. It’s like selling greenYgrey to Blighty! It might be easier now Team GB is in most places under the snow King Harald and Queen Sonja sent back, saying ‘If you’d read the article properly, you’d have seen that we want more Winter Sport competition, so we want you to have more snow, and practise your slippery surface movements!’

Return to Reykjavik: Iceland Football’s Debt to Me (83 meter rhyme parody)

Yes, that opening paragraph scored 98% on the all new for 2018 parodymeter. So with no offers for outsourcing Norway Winter Olympics victory celebrations it’s back to Reykjavik, and my detour after getting a little lost walking back from the Mjodd bus station.

After Iceland football success went through the stratosphere during and after the writing of XaW Files: Beyond Humanity I was interested to walk past a football stadium. I just found out it’s a multi-purpose venue, including hosting Breidablik men’s football team, who finished sixth in the Icelandic league last season.


Finding Huldufolk and Fjord POP

With time and relative safety it was a joy to walk in Reykjavik, and that’s how I’d like Blighty to be. It’s the same for being online, just rambling while wandering wondering. whY, just now while searching the Kopavogsvuller stadium I found out the area is a hotbed for huldufolk elves, which has relevance for XaW Files, which ended in Iceland of course.

Funnily enough I reached the west coast at a fjord inlet. I thought it was the one below my hotel at first, until working out it wasn’t by the planes taking off from the local airport; I’d walked along that fjord inlet to the airport the second day in Reykjavik.

I was glad I’d gotten a bit lost when the sunset made the horizon PinkyOrangePurple (POP):

Moreover, I got into a little hot water… in a good way, finding some of Iceland’s famous hot water from geothermal activity:

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As I headed north, feeling chuffed with myself for finding the way, with the help of a city map information board I should add, I was thrilled to find myself in a Christmassy scene at the top of Kopavogur, near the art museum, and with a church beyond the fairy lights.


Iceland keeps their winter celebration decorations up until the end of Thorrablot in mid-February… nearly as long a winter celebration (survival) as my mistYmuse, which lasts until the spring equinoxY time March 21st.


Norway Win t’ Winter Olympics

Norway is playing down its Winter Olympics success, according to the New York Times, via MSN, so I’ll claim it as being down to my influence, which also scores 93 on the all new for 2018, and not used for a while parodymeter (any outsourcing funding for vulgar  victory celebrations from Norway [as cited for Winter Olympics sports in the article] will be reluctantly accepted).

I didn’t think I’d taught Norwegians much about snow from the day I spent on Bergen’s Mount Ulriken in 2013 but it is now obvious that I did!

Penguin long way from home.

Maybe this inspired athlete was one of Norway’s gold medallists in Pyongchang?:

Climbing Mount Ulriken for second time.

Running the Tromso Midnight Sun Marathon in 2007 also must have taught them a thing or two about endurance!!

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Norway also provided the cover star for XaW Files: Beyond Humanity of course!

East Reykjavik Trek, Iceland Panorama, Northern Lights Drama

The bus to Borgarnes went from the Mjodd bus station in east Reykjavik. Having spent a couple of days in the centre and with one more full day before departing for Borgarnes I thought I’d recce the bus station, which was a few miles away, rather than doing it the next day with rucksack on. In the end it worked out quite good, as it was a nice clear day, and the day after wasn’t. I could see the eastern panorama, and couldn’t the day after.

I found the route from the hotel to the road out to the bus station straightaway, but then continued on past the left turn I should’ve taken after this church.IMG_20180117_122131

I realised my mistake from bus stops, and worked my way back using them. I was enjoying the invigorating clear sunny day, so the diversion wasn’t that bad. I also took a few extra photos.

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I also found there was a post office in the Mjodd complex, as well as a supermarket, so I could efficiently send beautiful postcards that arrived at their destinations quickly, and plan my food shopping for the next day.

Moreover, on the return journey, I saw a rainbow, and more importantly, for novelty rather than beauty, what looks like ribbon Northern Lights, as I’d heard about on the Sky at Night programme the previous month. These photos were taken a while between each other, about a minute, with the rainbow having nearly faded in the second, showing the white ribbon facing the rainbow is static, rather than a travelling snow storm.IMG_20180117_153523IMG_20180117_153634


I got lost and ended up in Kopavogur for the first time walking back, but had time, and kind of knew where I was, so wasn’t that bothered. I think I followed a path after the church, instead of hugging the big road to the east and south looking back on it. I did find it straightaway walking out to it the next day.

When I returned from Borgarnes I knew I was heading in the wrong direction by the Deloitte skyscraper I remembered, so started back to the north quicker. This first time I ended up heading south, but Reykjavik is quite easy to navigate, with the sea on its west. Moreover, I got a few nice photos as the sun set, which I’ll post next time…


Ice Age 3: Borgarnes Secret Art Full Story

I wannabe… an artist
not an administrationist

pastiche of S*x Pistols’ Anarchy in the U.K.

If I’d continued in academia I could be a Professor earning big bucks now, with a P.A. doing my admin, and postgraduate students doing my proofreading; or editors at my publishers. I’d have a publicist saying how good I am, instead of me having to proclaim myself a self-proclaimed genius. So please don’t jump on me for this admission of failing.

I’m not a technophobe, and enjoy the freedom it gives me, and the art it allows me to create and share, but I try not to get too bogged down in it, balancing it with nature etc, as I think it’s healthier for me and my mind.

My Iceland trip was all organised by me, as were all my solo trips, including some with marathons included. Thankfully, I’ve never made a big mistake, such as getting the wrong dates or place.

Ice Sculpture Complete Picture

However, after taking over a hundred photos in Iceland, while transferring them from phone to computer in groups of seven or eight via gmail, which is how much they can send in each email, I seemed to have missed a line of four photos, and they were the build up to my ‘all important’ ice sculpture on the Borgarfjordur Beach that I posted one close-up photo for before.

When I saw that one photo, and wrote I thought the creation of that ice-sculpture deserved a blog post of its own, half in self-parody, I remembered taking a few photos, but when I looked them up on the computer the next day I found just that one.

I must admit, I didn’t think that I couldn’t have transferred it from phone to computer, which is even more negative to me than missing transferring it in the first place. I know it’s lapses like that that make the Mister Men denounce my Doctorhood, but that’s because they don’t know that Doctorhood is about genius not commonsense! I feel I am justified in a little ‘offensive’ humour with most of this blog self-parody admission of mental failing, as well as trying to be the People’s Doctor for over a decade.

AD Icy

In mitigation, I can put it down to ADHD, if you believe me, and add that I was both times in a state of coffilosophy, which can aid fast creative rambling writing such as this, but isn’t so good for clear logical thinking. I also try to complete these blog posts as quickly as possible.

Anyway I found the other four photos this morning, and here’s a slideshow of the full sequence, seeing strange blocks of ice ice-so-lated (isolated) on the beach, reminding me of a baby seal, then finding one both beautiful in a sheer transparent diamond kind of way, and movable.

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YouTube Easy Transfer

I also found out this morning that it’s easy to transfer videos from the phone to YouTube, after them being too big for gmail had stopped me transferring them before; only took me three weeks to try straight to YouTube!

Ironically, it was inspired by time between events at the snowy icy Winter Olympics! Lots of impressive sporting achievements there, and improvised art by viewers too, reminiscent of my ice sculpture, which I know really, doesn’t compare to the stuff seen at ice hotels etc!

In mitigation, the process from my old camera was often laborious, and the videos are not that sensational, more for my personal enjoyment, as I loved my day on the Borgarfjordur, and the next day to the north of Borgarnes. So it was as much about nonchalance as no chance… of technological capability.

I’ve got there in the end, which reminds me of a thought I had yesterday, with most of the issues I started campaigning about fifteen years ago now having been realised, but would they have happened anyway, if I’d just ignored them, and taken the big bucks path… instead of the sunny nature one!

To reclaim my self-proclaimed genius status, pointing out what I’ve done, although I had no plans to do it when I started off this coffilosophy ‘spontaneous prose’; adding to the tradition of my travel writing hero (Kerouac); the last paragraph brought this blog post around to the start, while also introducing my YouTube videos, with one in particular providing an image looking like a path to the horizon sun, between light snow and dark clouds.

Okay, I’ll post it here, but there’s five more over on YouTube, including one or two quite exciting ones, of ice breaking on the bridge; while others are more serene, capturing the peacefulness of the day.

Ice Sculpture not Genius to Doctor Who Ice Warriors Under the Bridge Ice-breaker

Walking along Borgarnes’s Borgarfjordur beach there were lumps of ice that looked as if they’d fallen out of the sky, as they were so ice-so-lated (isolated) in thawing compared to what must have been other ice around them… unless they were placed there by U.F.O. aliens! Al-ice-ns? Doctor Who‘s old-fashioned greenygrey Ice Warriors?


The Curse of Peladon depicts an Ice Warrior delegation aiding the Doctor.


The Ice that Fell to Earth (referencing the film of that name, swapping Ice-Man)

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When I saw a lump of ice that looked quite picturesque and light enough to be moveable I thought I’d create a little ice-art, from the bottom of my cold heart, lifting it onto a rock, and having to spend a few seconds balancing it:


Okay, my ice sculpture is still at a basic level. I did write a feminist Folding Mirror poem this morning in not much more time than my ice sculpture took, after being inspired by watching the Suffragette film last night.

To finally say ‘bye ‘bye to Borgarnes on this blog, here’s a little more variety to end, in contrast to var-ice-ty, with photos of a frozen waterfall, grass sticking up through snow, and Under the Bridge, which acted as an ice-breaker as I got to know the Borgarfjordur!

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Back to Borgarnes Basics: Beyond U.F.O.

After my day on the Borgarfjordur beach has contained many photos of amazing natural beauty, and perhaps some bordering on the supernatural, although they are quite common in Iceland, due to it retaining its natural beauty, and being close to the top of the world, although only its small northern island of Grimsey is within the Arctic Circle.

Borgarnes Sunshine Photos

Iceland’s weather is not dissimilar to the U.K. most of the time, with both warmed by the Gulf Stream. There was also a cold spell in Blighty while I was farther north, which had travelled down from the Arctic. In fact, the coldest temperature I saw for Iceland was -9c, while after I returned I saw the UK had been -13c. There’s supposed to be another cold spell on its way this week, but this time travelling from the east.

Here’s some photos of Borgarnes looking back from the road south to Reykjavik, and the Borgarfjordur beach, including one I was trying to take when I took a selfie, and later discovered the photo contained a U.F.O. or four!:

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The mountains to the north and east are partially visible in the above photos, and I also took more of them on their own, looking north and inland to the south-east:

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I thought I’d say ‘bye ‘bye Borgarnes again today, but have seen some photos that I think you should see, proving that even in quite extreme conditions, enduring below freezing weather and little food that day, and the preceding few days, I was still inspired to let the artist in me out, and do some impromptu ice sculpturing. I think they deserve a post of their own, so it’s back to Borgarnes tomorrow!

Iceland Mountain Queen Surreal Photo Evidence?

Dedicated to the Grid and Walk-On Girls: always Formula 1 podium placers and Darts 180 bullseyes, and welcome at AAW (Adult Angelic Waifs).

I meant to write ‘bye ‘bye to Borgarnes in this blogpost, but looks like it’s turned into a goodbye Grid Girls instead!

I only became aware… (not a-were… that happened a long time ago…
and I’ve never looked back…
was looking for a pack…
until I found a greenYgrey rucksack!)… sorry for that mistYmuse poetic interlude, I was trying to write that I only found out about the Lady of the Mountain of Icelandic folklore this week.

lady of the mountain

I didn’t know about the Lady when I fell in love with Mount Hafnarfjall, between Reykjavik and Borgarnes, after spending the day with it; and was thinking that the reflective silhouette and wispy cloud shown in my photos could be interpreted as traditionally feminine features in a totally lovely way, complementing the hard as rock foundation, which is needed for all women apart from those who live sheltered lives – such as shown in The Grandmaster movie.

Maybe she was happy with me because I took a photo of her raven companion in the sunny glow of east Reykjavik, which I just noticed was the last photo before seeing what I think are Northern Lights ribbons near a rainbow:


I just read the info on the above linked Mount Hafnarfjall site, and saw that most of the mountain is basalt, but the crag, which I guess is the one I thought looked like a shark or cetacean’s dorsal fin, is made of granofyr, which has a bit of a greenYgrey resemblance ring to it (gr-n–yr)! Here’s a last collection of photos showing AAWsome Hafnarfjall:

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Borgarnes Black Hole Sun Iceland Photos

Being an agnostic greenYgreyologist, I hopefully still have balance. For my writing and poetry I have to delve into the creative, which is the more mystical spiritual side of the agnostic, and probably the green of the greenYgrey. While I didn’t have any poetic inspiration in Iceland, focusing more on the image, watching a documentary about The Fall’s Mark E. Smith opened up the floodgates; after watching an old CBGBs The Dead Boys concert earlier in the week inspired my first Folding Mirror poem for a few years. I just wrote and posted the second on foldingmirrorpoetry. Today’s started off just as the introduction for my hour of creative inspiration, and I think there’ll be lots more from the rest.

The Black Hole Sun of the headline is taking artistic licence to reference the Soundgarden song, included in the Guns N’ Roses set for their current tour, since the suicide of Chris Cornell. The clouds are really dark grey, as in the greenYgrey landscape-weather original meaning.

The Sun Works in Mysterious Ways

If you spend a lot of time thinking about the sun, like I have over the last fifteen years, you can start to treat it as a living organism, as some people think it is, as Earth is Gaia: like a couple of flowers in the universal garden, or neurons in the universal mind.

After yesterday writing there was a nice sunrise because high pressure dominated, at 7.45am, 30-45 minutes before its midwinter peak, this morning at 8.30 the sun shone through a narrow band of clear sky in an otherwise dark grey cloudy sky, with spectacular crepuscular rays shining through.

The part of my brain that thinks the sun is alive and aware (a were?) interpreted it as the sun replying to yesterday’s blog post, putting me in my place, as if to say the pristine POP (PinkyOrangePurple) sunrise was its creation, not high pressure; that it can create beauty even in a cloudy sky, and that it can do it at any time of day!

North of Borgarnes Sun

On my second and last full day in Borgarnes I walked north, in the opposite direction to the day before. I probably would’ve taken the bus to Stykkisholmsbaer, but it didn’t run on Saturdays. I walked that way, before finding a path to the coast. The weather was kind to me again, with the sun in full view over coast and deep snow.

I was probably going to post these photos after some more from the Borgarfjordur beach, but this morning’s sky has put them top of the agenda:

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I also met some lovely Iceland ponies:

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Iceland Fairy Angel Elf Pixie (IFAPE) Photograph Evidence?

I’m still an agnostic secularist, bordering on atheism, and with appreciation for nature (mild non-practising [beyond perfect in a self-parody way, scoring 73 on the all new for 2018 parodymeter] neo-paganism). While I’m focusing on Iceland here at the moment, I’d just like to thank my Blighty government for its truly Great Britain plan to plant a million trees over the near future, creating a northern forest, for wildlife and humanity; fighting against flooding. I’ve just seen its been called a ‘ribbon of woodland’, reminding me of I think seeing a ribbon of Northern Lights in Reykjavik.

There was a pristine POP (PinkyOrangePurple) sunrise this morning in Blighty, due to high pressure dominating today, with the sky POPing now at about 7.45, about 30-45 minutes earlier than at the midwinter peak POPing time around December 21st.

goldenYgrandad (age not biological), Inspired by Golden Child

I remember liking Eddie Murphy’s Golden Child movie when I was young, and some of the my first poems wondered if I was special in some pagan way. I guess most people do, as fiction tries to make you relate to the protagonist.

After researching mental health, I put it down to ADHD and Bipolarity, and seeing documentaries by people like Chris Packham and Lotje Sodderland recently, think it might be mild autism/Asperger’s or brain damage! However, I don’t know for sure, and maybe I do have a special relationship with the natural world, like the shamen of traditional societies.

Bjork’s Iceland Pagan Light Returned?

As I wrote in a previous blog Cork Bjork Dork Talk post, I was surprised to see Bjork’s The Gate and Utopia videos related so much to the PinkyOrangePurple (POP) theme of XaW Files: Beyond Humanity; and that she’d started writing it at the end of 2015, drawing inspiration from her Iceland countryside, when I was finishing XaW Files in the Iceland countryside; of course unaware (un-a-were in greenYgrey parlez) of Bjork’s wandering wondering.

I’d already decided to visit Iceland when I found that out about Bjork. I’ve of course always wanted to visit, and finishing my book there provided extra drive, along with cheap EasyJet flights; which were excellent, flying there on time through a storm, and landing in quite heavy snow. It looked beautiful in the snow, but looked even more so when I returned at the end of my trip.

Remembering greenYgreyology, there is a negative to Iceland’s tourism popularity, as many locals are being priced out of housing because so many flats etc are being converted to tourist accommodation. So, sorry to those struggling to get on the housing ladder if I contribute to the ‘problem’.

Borgarnes Sun Light

As I wrote in the last couple of blogs, I set off on a Friday morning at about 10am to have a look around Borgarnes and do a little shopping at the Bonus supermarket; No Rush. A pinky sunrise creating a purply hue above the snowy mountains kept me walking across the bridge:

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The sun didn’t rise over the mountains, but when I neared the end of the Borgarfjordur icy frozen beach I was delighted to see it around a corner, both for its brightness and warmth:

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I was going to take a photo of Borgarnes shining in the sun, but a combination of the brightness and cold hands (despite two pairs of gloves, albeit old ones with some holes!) made me turn the phone camera to ‘selfie’. I saw the sun behind me, so took a photo anyway, as I was nearing the end of the beach, and felt it was an occasion worth remembering.

I couldn’t really see the screen at the time, and it was only when I returned to the warmth, after finally doing my shop, for a couple of hours before going out for four hours Northern Lights view-attempting, that I saw the golden light near my mouth.


The rational in me says its a sunlight reflection, but after watching Bjork’s videos again, I did wonder if it was something to do with the Icelandic pagan light she featured in The Gate:

and Utopia:

I think I have seen such ‘light’, but don’t know if it’s just atmospherics, with the Icelandic air seeming very active, perhaps because of Northern Lights activity providing extra electricity – the end of the recent Lotje Sodderland documentary featured new neurological research finding the brain’s neurons process ‘light’ for their electrical impulses.

Maybe some of that light travels through the brain and body unprocessed, exiting still as ‘light’.