|Day of Thor,
number 3 October two thousands two.
Last week I saw the moon hung
low in the sky, full fat round like a cheese. We are
smár smá-menn - nothing to this moon.
It is strange to think
of so many people now upon the world, creeping, spreading
growing - looking to go upwards, as if there is space
upon the air.
Buildings of such bigness, making even the trees look
small. I cannot see the tree for the wood, brick and
concretes. And steel! Where did it come from? Such
pulling from the earth I have not seen when I was first
I think a pattern-weld
steel building would be stórmannligr! - but it is just
"plonk" and there it sits.
Somewhere the buildings
of magnificence were loss to building - no carvings no
lintels, no spirit. Then they made paints so people know
what house is own. My house it is the white creams, my
neighbour is yellows, I have seen a house pink bright
with green windows, nobody mistake that house for
Then is little numbers
on small houses of their own outside the big houses, and
someone puts many pieces of paper in them, and Kirstin
puts most the papers straight into a bag for outside, and
someone else takes the bags away. I see not point in
Too many of things,
manna-vist, waste. Ó-ráđinn mér, for I cannot see how
work in future, when troubles already now.
And strength of self
mind - where has gone that? But enough today. Skrďuć
another time, I am hungry.
Stomach stórum skorta
I go now but I be back.
(transcribed from a
forum where a haiku-esque war was going on...)
Á Hvernig "haiku"
Ď hrćđa mir? Hlgi-ligr,
um alla hluti!
The accuracy of my translation is not to be
guaranteed, but I think Beorn said:
In what way by haiku
[do] You frighten me? Laughable,
in all respects!
16th day of 8th
month two-o-o-two, before dinner.
It is unreasonable.
She is cooking roast lamb and parsnips tonight, and
little minted peas. But before I may eat, she tells me I
should practise my computere type first.
I have one half hour before the meal is ready.
It is wrong to make a man hit silly little keys before
letting him eat.
I saw the Lord of the Rings first movie again. It is a
It is different, yet reminds me of stories long ago. A
gull-hringr is often in these.
Sometimes I think the Bal-rog has a mother, but I know
that Beowulf did not die of arrows. This is not his
There are a lot of swords in this movie. I like that.
I don't know how they make that blue one. I guess they
film it clever.
Kirstin told me that many people died when they try to
film the Bal-rog.
She thinks me myrk-fćlinn! I am around here long enough to know no
such illr-hveđrungr exists. A very long time ago, maybe
different, I tell her. But no small child me.
Then she tell me no, people make the Bal-rog in a
I think a very big computere would be needed to make a
Bal-rog, but it seem more likely than people filming such
a thing for real. People don't like becoming burnt - I
know this, because there is special cream with little
sunscreens in it that people like to wear, when it is
She tells me I can stop now. Sometimes I see a little
round face, rolling eyes on the internets. I know how he
She has made little pancakes to go with the meat (I don't
know why, she is strange like that).
Rolling eyes, now I go.
6th day of 8th
month two one one two.
I am writing a blog, she tells me.
It has something to do with webs.
Ćnglish is strange.
Today I took a ride on a bus.
It was almost empty.
I think if we take the top off, and put on a sail, it
would be a long-bus, ha.
I will draw a picture of this.
29th day of 7th
month Two thousand two also.
The computere has frozen twice. It does not feel cold,
but it does not move, like ice.
Even though ice moves a little, in seas. But if I put the
computere in the seas, it would still not be happy.
I think it does not like me.
I do not like it also.
I like Mead.
Mead is very good, and I went to a party and drank some
Kirstin got a bottle of mead that I have not seen before.
It had berries in it.
I think it will soon not be there to be seen.
I do not like dancing to music from nineteen and eighty.
A-ha is her especial favouriteness. I forget what name is
- Mortagne? He sings like in a sinking boat in cold
water, always higher and higher. She was telling me, they
have a new compacte disk about, she is very excited.
Kirstin is vit-lítill in matters of the music, but there
Mead is good. So are little pink sausages on tiny sticks,
with tomato sauce.
But this mirrorball is a strange invention.
What were they thinking?
28th day of
6th month Two thousand two.
I do not like this computere, it breaks and does the blue
Today we went on a boat. It is not like the ships I
remember, but it has sails - four sails~!
That is a lot of sails for just one boat.
I miss my boat - Óđinn Auga - the Eye
of Odin, it was called. That was a fine boat.
We went sailing under a bridge. It still amaze me that
people can build bridges very big today. So much steel -
how many weapons that could make!
I do not like spinachfeeta pancake.
The taste is strong, and the green is sticking to my
I do not like the chicken pancake also, chicken should
not be in many little small pieces, chicken should be big
pieces to eat well.
I like some things. I like my jumper (it is cold), I like
hot chocolate, I like the blanket that makes the bed
warm, with the electricity.
Electricity is good.
Except when it does not work. Then I don't like it.
Hot water is very good.
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