about that book idea: so i think the antarctic barber - or pastry chef, whoever - story will have to wait until i'm settled, famous, have an agent, and can do the whole book project in a month. because post-iceland i've decided that visual homogeneity aka complete sensory channeling into eery white and eery blue just won't work for an entire year. i mean, wouldn't that burn something weird onto your retina, like the way screensavers used to save your computer screen from getting shadowy icon tattoos? and what an experience it must be to then leave and see real red, real green for the first time. or maybe the underground world of antarctica is really colorful to compensate, like a psychedelic 60s rennaissance all year all the time. i wonder if there's rampant drug use -- it's not the kind of place where you'd want to get lost on a hallucinogenic whim.
yo. why doesn't anyone sell jakobinarina and/or thorir for cheaper than $40/cd?
http://www.rokk.is/
i'm still simmering in iceland (wait. simmering? iceland? crap.)
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