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This Is Exactly What You Were Looking For

This Is Exactly What You Were Looking For

Published July 27, 2012

The accompanying photo depicts myself and two of my best friends, Helgi Rafn Hermannsson (bottom left) and Bóas Hallgrímsson (right), posing in front of a rather nice waterfall that can be found on a mountain in Tunguskógur forest, by Ísafjörður (fun fact: the fjord that hosts the town of Ísafjörður is actually called Skutulsfjörður (“harpoon fjord”)! The fjord that’s actually called Ísafjör›ur is a two-hour drive away from Ísafjörður, the town. There is a very logical explanation for this, which you can seek out if you’re interested). It was early evening in late June, my family was grilling up some nice treats on a nearby BBQ and a group of us kids thought we would work up an appetite by climbing a mountain and looking at a waterfall.
What a time we had!

(Except, one of our group, my cousin Emma Jóna, was stung by a pair of wasps. That put a slight damper on our otherwise perfect evening. Fuck wasps, they are goddamn annoying).
I feel very fortunate that life has granted me the privilege of being able to hike mountains and look at waterfalls at a whim. The people of Iceland have a lot to be grateful for in general, as does anyone reading this who is fortunate enough to be able to travel to distant countries and read their alt. publications (most people out there cannot afford to take leisure trips. A lot of people out there can’t even read. There is a great discrepancy in the way the Earth’s goods are divided, and this is shameful. We should strive to change this, and for empathy).
Taking hikes, looking at waterfalls and BBQ-ing with family are some of the things that make Icelandic summer pretty great. But there are other things.

-Like our annual Gay Pride festivities, coming up in a couple of weeks. They are pretty great, too. It’s all to easy to forget just how amazing and life-affirming it is that a large portion of the nation—gay, straight or otherwise inclined—shows up every year to celebrate diversity and human rights by marching side by side in a colourful parade. We tried to find some questionable aspects of the festivities to talk about in this issue, like the chance of it becoming an over-commercialized money-hole, because we’re like that, we gotta stay vigilant. And of course there is a chance folks might at some point lose sight of the original point and purpose of Gay Pride.

However, our vigilance is at this time probably better directed to places where LBGT persons still suffer persecution and intolerance. Mayor Jón Gnarr is doing his bit by marching in the Faroese Gay Pride. What are you doing?


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Healing Hands

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In the above photograph, I am accompanied by one of my favourite people in the world, Dr. Haukur S. Magnússon, my paternal grandfather and my namesake (I had to make sure not to get a doctorate degree, so folks would be able to tell us apart). It was taken a couple of Christmases ago, in-between bouts of us eating, drinking and being merry. What a time we had. Dr. Haukur is 82 years old. He became a doctor in 1961, and spent the brunt of his career working as a General Practitioner, helping thousands of humans overcome illness and injury.

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So Long, And Thanks For All The Cheese!

So Long, And Thanks For All The Cheese!

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For someone who is used to having an entire aisle at their disposal when they run out of toothpaste, Icelandic grocery stores can seem, shall we say, a little mundane. Of course when it comes to toothpaste, all that choice is perhaps excessive. Ever since I started spending considerable amounts of time in Iceland, this ‘paradox of choice,’ and what it might mean, has been on my mind. As I noted in my 27th editorial a few years back: there’s Crest, there’s Colgate, there’s All-Natural, there’s Aquafresh, there’s Arm & Hammer, there’s Oral B, there’s Sensodyne, there’s Mentadent. There’s gel.

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You Probably Just Want To Read About The Eruption, Huh?

You Probably Just Want To Read About The Eruption, Huh?

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The biggest news from Iceland these days is undoubtedly the eruption. Of course it’s not everyday that a volcano erupts. But it’s hardly a once-in-a-lifetime event either. Holuhraun is actually the fourth Icelandic volcano to erupt in the last four years, and it’s been hurling lava for nearly a month now. Sprawled across three seats on a half-empty flight back to Iceland shortly after the latest eruption began, I found myself wondering if it was an unusually slow day for travel or if the eruption was scaring people off. The Eyjafjallajökull eruption certainly showed the world that our volcanoes are

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Halló, I’m Back!

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I went on a vacation last month. It was wonderful. I left the country. I spent very little time sitting behind a computer. I stopped following Icelandic news. I browsed our website and Facebook a few times. It was really wonderful. I tuned out (and all but turned on, tuned in, dropped out). To say that nothing much happened while I was gone would be an understatement. The Icelandic media seems to be in shambles (turn to page 16 for the scoop on that). The office ate Thai food last print week (we usually subsist on burgers and pizza). They

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Free Pink Street Boys Album! Free Editorial! Free Love!

Free Pink Street Boys Album! Free Editorial! Free Love!

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Here is a short editorial, inspired by the late, great Bill Gates and his vision, which continues to warm our hearts and our thighs through our pockets, via sturdy, glowing Gorilla Glass: Here’s to the volcanos. The eruptions. The shaking moneymakers. The ones who remind the world that, yes, we exist. While some may see them as extremely dangerous and not to be trifled with, we see them as tremendous opportunities for market expansion, advanced brand awareness building and vast merchandizing profits. Because the people who are arrogant enough to shamelessly exploit potentially catastrophic events, are the ones who make bank.

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