glory.

Here's a great image made by digitally assembling 220 different images from the inauguration. You can use the buttons in the top left corner to zoom in and see every little detail.

In case you hate links/ are too lazy to zoom/ want to see where I sat, I'll break it down for you:

Here's the big picture of everything except for those other 74586 miles of people in a crowd:


Here you can see where we sat in relation to The Man (click to enlarge):


Here you can see where we sat in relation to the doorway where all the fancy people entered (click to enlarge):


And here you can see us (Charlie's sisters, Charlie, Me (I was not sleeping, merely reflecting on the moment)):


Impressed? I know.

p.s.

alxfitzgerald:
I need to stop listening to Taylor Swift

Júlía:
I need to stop listening to TI

alxfitzgerald:
no
no you don't

Júlía:
I LOVE TI

alxfitzgerald:
I LOVE TS

Júlía:
WE LOVE TITS

OBAMA DOES WHATEVER HE LIKES

So Obama heard about how diligently I've been promoting him on this blog despite not being an American citizen and gave me a platinum ticket to the inauguration.

joke.

My good friend Charlie (who did actual legit work for the Obama campaign) knows a good man who is on the JCCIC and this good man gave Charlie and I platinum platform tickets to the inauguration.

I am trying so hard to begin to describe what this meant and what went on but I need a little more time to think. I am still processing this. Charlie took pictures. I have yet to see them. I will show and tell when I do, I promise.

If you click on Charlie's name above you can see a picture on his blog that gives an idea of where we were sitting. Charlie can be seen in the picture but not me, despite the fact that I was next to him. Clearly the photographer is not comfortable with having Icelandic people in his inauguration shots and cropped accordingly.

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What I can tell you right now is that last night Holly and I played at a inauguration celebration slash fundraiser show for the underground runway (= a group of people from Parsons and Lang who have good parties and shows at their large apartment in Brooklyn).

I dressed up like an American flag.



(note the stars on the necklace)

Nobody else was dressed up. It was minimally embarrassing. I learned the American national anthem, 4 days too late. I tried so hard to look like I was singing it at the inauguration because I had been told that I was occasionally visible on television during the event and was extremely nervous that I would be on camera only for the public to see that I was the only person not singing the anthem.

Anyway. Nice girl Kaela Noel recorded some of mine and Holly's live singing and posted on her blog. Mine is the voice that goes higher in the harmonies in the first video and in the second I only sing "OBAMAAAAAAAA AAAAAAA OBAMAAAAAA..." etc. Note that the Obama song was a spur of the moment, partially improvised version of our song "Oh Mama". It was the last song of the evening and my voice was shot. But it was a very good time. Note that I really like it when Cuddles Kovinsky cover T.I.'s you can do whatever you like and everyone dances, as can be (barely) seen in Kaela's 3rd video.

the blogger

It's only a matter of time until someone makes a serial-killer film where the killer leaves his or her clues in the form of blog posts. They can title it simply The Blogger.

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I just watched this short documentary on Daniel Clowes. He is perhaps my all time favorite picture-story-maker. The short is by artist Dick Tuinder. He's a little heavy on the slow-mo page flipping, but overall I enjoyed this.

GUESS WHAT

feelbad video of the day

There is a considerable amount of people in this world who say things like "I don't want to watch a depressing movie right now. I'm kind of down so lets watch something that will cheer me up, a "feelgood" movie."

I am not one of these people. Quite the opposite actually. If I'm feeling depressed the only thing that will make me feel slightly better is if I can assure myself that everyone else in the world is equally, if not more depressed than I am. Films, books, music; I love sad people.

Now I am not a big time quoter of other blogs, but I saw this Sophia Coppola for Dior commercial pretty frequently on TV before I came to Iceland for winter break and every time I just wanted to punch blonde candyfloss girl:



And here's what Britt at fashionista.com had to say about this:

If you’re having a good day and there’s a trip to Paris with bicycles and macaroons in your near future, Sofia Coppola’s commercial will make you want to skip down the sidewalk.

But, if you’re having a bad day and the only thing you have to look forward to is next week’s Gossip Girl, this girl’s ridiculously perfect, ridiculously gorgeous life might put you over the edge.

Exactly. What's something I do excessively? Watch Gossip Girl. That's because there are never any macaroon filled romantic trips to Paris in my near future.

sequel

(bunny = me / alex = alex)

this theory has never been put to the test, but if a certain president-elect getting inaugurated in 12 days is interested in making a comparison I don't mind.

joke.

yes all I ever do while in Iceland is talk about nothing with alex fitzgerald over the internet. In case you found yourself wondering. mutual beer time will enter our lives in approx. 10 days.

In other news: I just added a link to Saga Sig. on the sidebar on your right. She is a pretty Icelandic girl who shoots pretty photos. Take a look.

learn why a granola bar commercial made me cry once

by reading this interview.

George W. Bush

(from a current internet conversation between me and Alex Fitzgerald)

cyberhorserules: "Bush Was President Instead of You, Even When You Were Doing Your Girlfriend"
cyberhorserules: ...is the title of my upcoming book about the Bush presidency.

alxfitzgerald: hahaha
alxfitzgerald: YES

cyberhorserules: he will like it very much
cyberhorserules: the soon to be former president
cyberhorserules: he'll be like "that's right."

IMMEDIATE CONSEQUENCES

think about them.

hairy priest in exile

hi.

it's 2009. have you noticed also?

I did a pretty good job of finishing up my semester and getting good grades, all things considered. I also managed to play 2 shows with feather and folly and drink a lot of fancy beer.

here's a picture from the underwater-birthdayparty-midfinals-featherandfolly show:



it was a happy place. people lost their minds and danced and asked for an encore. not quietly.

I made a picture story book that I like. It's called bearkiller. It's sort of about the film grizzly man by Werner Herzog (a favorite), but not really. It's mostly just me being a jerk.

here's the cover and the last 2 spreads (out of 5)







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I'm pretty sure I didn't name him hairy priest. I swear. brother hairy priest. magnificent.

So now I've done Jólin (holiday of lights, heathens, etc.) and new years eve (holiday of blowing shit up and me always getting drunker than I intended to). My family is nice, my down-slippers are warm.

I look forward to coming back to new york and seeing friendly faces and walking around every day and drinking fancy beer in front of a bartender dressed as a monk sometimes. Maybe I can go to DC and visit charlie. maybe I can be a normal person. 2008 was a fucked up year. 2009 needs to not be. maybe i can have a job.

anyway, I'm also content here. I am content, listless, unsure and fine.

I don't know


I think we could all learn a thing or two from Amadeus the traveling dog.



When I was a little kid I was pretty damn sure that I would spend my life with three (brother) huskies. I was gonna name one Wolfgang, one Amadeus and one Mozart.



i want you.

a poem

the name of this poem is:

"almost all the capitalized words of the 1600 word e-mail I just wrote for a million hours"

dedicated to t. hagström.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!
HEY I'M ICELANDIC WE DON'T EVEN HAVE AN ARMY WTF!
"I PROMISE I PROMISE"
SMALL.
GUESS WHAT:
NO THIS TASTES LIKE PLAGUE.
AND THIS FROM THE PERSON WHO KEPT TELLING ME TO NOT GET DRUNK.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT THOSE ARE?
GERMAN.

AND BURP CASTLE.
REALLY GOOD.