I will server for another year on the board of the Icelandic Canadian Club of Toronto.
Rebecca has ordered Moo MiniCards, hoping she'll get them before Northern Voice, reminding me to bring mine this weekend. I still have quite a few left over from the two boxes I ordered a year or two ago.
Here are the photos that appear on the cards I hand out. It feels weird to give people cards with my mug on it, but I thought maybe people might forget what I look like after they've met me.
The 1st annual BC Floorball Federation Challenge this past Saturday was a major success! I was placed on Team Sweden, and despite claims of coincidence, I suspect conspiracy—I started participating in order to counter Swedish dominance with a surging Icelandic wave, and this is how they repay me?! Team Czech won the championship, which lasted all day at Mulgrave School in West Vancouver. Separate from the challenge, Swiss all-stars continued their dominance over the Canadian team in the middle of the day, and kids entertained the adults who deservedly rested after some pretty intense action. Each team had only one or two substitutes, making for some tired legs at the end of each game, but I scored twice and assisted once, so I'm pretty happy with how things turned out. Team Sweden lost twice, tied once, and won their final game.
Thanks to the fine folks at BC Floorball for the link back to yesterday's introduction to the series. Referring to me, they say "as soon as he realised Sweden is a top nation in Floorball he knew he HAD to play. Nothing like a bit of Nordic rivalry!" That's right, it took not Stewart's gentle pleas to get me to try the sport, but rather looking at the Wikipedia page for floorball and noticing that the Swedish men have won all the world championships to get my Icelandic blood boiling.
Sarah Lyall: “Many Icelanders claim that winter, which lasts until May and at its height provides only four hours of feeble light a day, is their favorite season. They look forward, they say, to snuggling up by candlelight in front of their geothermally powered radiators. (Few Icelandic homes have fireplaces.)”
Laura, a Canadian in Iceland: “My experiences as a foreigner here. It’s kind of hard to decide whether people look down on foreigners or not. It’s weird to look the same as people here (ie. fair-skinned and Caucasian) and still feel discriminated against sometimes. It’s not completely unusual to get a fairly friendly greeting which switches to aloofness if they figure out that you don’t speak Icelandic.
Finished reading Independent People by Halldór Laxness.
This book took me the longest it has ever taken me to read, almost a year. It is nominally about sheep, though it is about a man's struggle to remain independent of his wives, his children and pretty much the rest of Iceland. The ending is perfect.
Some links to quotes from the book and the author are below:
Joe compares Reykjavík, Iceland, to Portland, Maine: “In both places you find people saying things you don't understand! In Iceland it's because they're speaking Icelandic, stuff like: "Ég er ekki að ýkja en með því að taka geisladiskana úr stofunni þá fundum við pláss fyrir heilt píanó!". In Maine it's because they're speaking Mainish. Like, for example: "When ya go to tha staw remembah tha patatas."”