Extra-Ordinary
This is where I am right now. That glacier in the background is called Snæfellsjökull and I fucking climbed it today. Seven hour hike, which I didn’t even know I was capable of. After that I had disgusting/awesome Fiskisúpa (fish soup) in Arnarstapi followed by a nasty kind of schnaps with the locals called Brennivín. I wonder who the hell thought that’d be a good idea -  potato schnaps flavored with caraway. Yuck. Even the people here generally stay away from it. Anyway, I’m convinced this is where I should spend the rest of my days henceforth. Tomorrow I’m being touristy by going caving, snorkeling and possibly snowmobiling. In a Super Jeep. What? I know. And then when it gets dark, my guide wants to take me to eat lobster and then hunting for aurora borealis. Um.

This is where I am right now.

That glacier in the background is called Snæfellsjökull and I fucking climbed it today. Seven hour hike, which I didn’t even know I was capable of. After that I had disgusting/awesome Fiskisúpa (fish soup) in Arnarstapi followed by a nasty kind of schnaps with the locals called Brennivín. I wonder who the hell thought that’d be a good idea -  potato schnaps flavored with caraway. Yuck. Even the people here generally stay away from it.

Anyway, I’m convinced this is where I should spend the rest of my days henceforth. Tomorrow I’m being touristy by going caving, snorkeling and possibly snowmobiling. In a Super Jeep. What? I know. And then when it gets dark, my guide wants to take me to eat lobster and then hunting for aurora borealis. Um.

Dying

Just received an express care package consisting of several packets of pot noodle, digestives en masse, Cadbury Roses, three packs of creme eggs, Sudafed (!), Galloway’s cough syrup, the first two seasons of Absolutely Fabulous on DVD, a card that says nothing but καλλίστη (thanks two years of Greek in school, also, holy fuckballs) and five Valiums. 

As previously mentioned, holy fuckballs. 

Sick.

Seems like I caught death and love at the same time. 

Norman Bluhm - Untitled  So, I just spoke to a very nice lady in New York and it seems I’ll soon have a whole bunch of paintings by one of my favorite artists ever at the gallery. Norman Bluhm is not as well-known as other lyrical/abstract expressionists, such as Joan Mitchell, Jules Olitski or even Jean Paul Riopelle, but he’s equally, if not more, important than all those people.  Plus, he hated pop art and anyone who hates pop art is a friend of mine. 

Norman Bluhm - Untitled 

So, I just spoke to a very nice lady in New York and it seems I’ll soon have a whole bunch of paintings by one of my favorite artists ever at the gallery. Norman Bluhm is not as well-known as other lyrical/abstract expressionists, such as Joan Mitchell, Jules Olitski or even Jean Paul Riopelle, but he’s equally, if not more, important than all those people. 

Plus, he hated pop art and anyone who hates pop art is a friend of mine. 
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That awkward moment when your business partner just simply misplaces 650k of your money and then upon you launching a full investigation into the matter because hello, 650k is a shitload of dollah dollah bills, leaves and goes to an ashram to perform some new age bullshit ceremony to realign his chakras which causes you anxiety attack after anxiety attack and also makes you believe drinking 13 vodka cranberries in a row is a capital idea. 

Can I please just go into hibernation now and wake up when shit is back on track? 

Extra-Ordinary
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