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Author: Bart Cameron

The Positives of Fischer

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In Fight Club, Tyler Durden holds a knife to an investigator’s genitalia and says, “We cook your meals, we haul…

Mývatn

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It is spring, the sun is out, and city dwellers are losing their minds with the return of serotonin—now is…

ADOPT-A-FISCHER

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Bart Cameron The following major Icelandic companies dedicated time, money and other resources into bringing Bobby Fischer to Iceland. We…

Mývatn: Bathing

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My favourite activities in Mývatn used to be tracking down hot baths in which to swim. There is what we…

God is Corruption Funny

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Brace yourself: the cast of Spaugstofan (the Joke Office) is up there with the Goons, the Monty Python Crew, and…

Mývatn: Touring

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While I swear by Mývatn as a hiking destination, the owner of our hotel happily took us on a brief…

Bónus

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When it comes to your daily staples, Bónus is the cheapest supermarket in the country. You probably won’t be able…

Travel Tips: Getting to Mývatn

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Directions to key cities in Iceland are simple: drive the ring road. If you have two or more people, buses…

BUY SHIT

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Smekkleysa (Bad Taste) was originally an art collective that came together to produce the works of a group of local…

FRIENDS FOR LIFE

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July 14th, 1972, Hotel Loftleiðir. 1 am. Sæmundur: Oh, Bobby, look at the mess you made. Bobby: Yes. I’m a…

Pizza King: Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner

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Created by the family that, by introducing the authentic and cheap pizza store DeVito’s, single-handedly remade the Hlemmur area into…

Comics: Closer than First-Person

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I have always had a weakness for comics. My newest favourites are graphic novels that recite history. Just read three…

Trabant Emotional

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“Nasty Boy”, the single from Trabant’s new album, has been making the rounds of local clubs for almost a year,…

Low water mark

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Hunter S. Thompson, the man who wrote these lines, died February 21 of a self-inflicted gunshot wound. He was 67….

Transmetropolitan: Punching Out Fascists

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If you can’t stand the idea of a future without Hunter S. do not despair. In 1997, Warren Ellis, a…

Five Main Reasons Why I Hate iPods

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1. It’s unfair. I spent 16 years buying over-priced CDs and searching through bad neighborhoods, and worse, yuppie neighborhoods, for…

INDIGÓ: TOO LATE TO SHINE

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You hear it sometimes: “If you squint, your friend kind of looks like Tom Cruise.” And you try it, and…

ÞÓRIR: I BELIVE IN THIS

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When you slip the lyrics “but your bad sense of humour and your laughter’s like a tumour to my brain,”…

LOCALS ROCK AIRWAVES, Despite the Imports

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When I saw Keane, The Stills and The Shins on the lineup for this year’s Airwaves festival, I expected the…

THE FOGHORNS

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Grapevine: Has playing in a local band always on the lookout for gigs and fans compromised your position as an…

TRABANT

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The Mayor of Keflavík greeted them with open arms and an open apartment – setting up a special rate so…

Erró’s Muse: They’ll Never Make a Movie of this

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Take a deep breath. Okay, let me relay the plot: In Issue One of the Silver Surfer, originally published in…

Music for the Masses

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Grapevine: What are your influences? Böddi: Sting and Guns n’ Roses. GV: Sting and Guns n’ Roses. Really? You’re not…

Return of an MC

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Geno Sydal will be opening up for 50 Cent on August 11th: “I think we’re going to steal the show,…

Singapor Sling

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The room is stripped down. On the walls, one poster of a centerfold with an unusually well-groomed pubic region, one…