Tattooo

Síðasta daginn í Ameríku fékk ég mér tattoo. Mitt fyrsta. Er mjög pent og lítið. Er rún - J - sem á að tákna gæfu og gengi...

 The results of earlier efforts are realized. A time of peace and happiness, fruitful season. It can break through stagnancy. Hopes and expectations of peace and prosperity. The promise of success earned. Life cycle, cyclical pattern of the universe. Everything changes, in its own time.

Var ekkert vont og tók um 30 sek. En ég lét vinkonu samt halda í heindina á mér.

 

 

Sidasti vinnu/skoladagur a morgun

Oh, the Places You'll Go!

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own.  And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.
You'll look up and down streets. Look ‘em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.
It's opener there
in the wide open air.
Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen,
don't worry.  Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll  start happening too.
OH!
THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!
You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.
You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don't
Because, sometimes, you won't.
I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
and hang-ups
can happen to you.
You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.
You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.
And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted.  But mostly they're darked.
A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out?  Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...
...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a  train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
NO!
That's not for you!
Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.
With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame!  You'll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don't.
Because, sometimes, they won't.
I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.
All  Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.
And when you're alone, there's a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.
But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.
On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.
You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!
So...
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!

Dr. Seuss

Best doughnuts in the US

smakkadi eina bestu kleinuhringi i Ameriku i dag(eru reyndar no.2 yfir bestu kleinuhringi landsins). Their eru svaka godir, heitir, med sykurhud, og their fast her i Wilmington af ollum stodum. Britt's doughnuts hafa verid starfræktir fra 1939 og eru nidur vid Carolina beach. Thetta er frekar oalitleg sjoppa sem selur bara kleinuhringi og kaffi, en their eru ædi, eg er buin ad borda 3 i dag...

Hjoli stolid....aftur!

jæja nu var hjolinu minu stolið i nott. Siðasta hjoli var stolið fyrir 7 manuðum fra vinnustaðnum og nu er nyja ,fallega, goða hjolið mitt tekið.  Eg gleymdi ad taka það inn i nott, svo það var uti, læst vid stigann. Omurlegt. Fær mig til ad hugsa um karma: hvað hef eg gert til ad verðskulda þetta???? Allavega vona eg að karmað nai þjofnum... þetta er ofbeldi þegar hlutir eru teknir svona fra manni, þvi fylgir vond liðan.

Siðast þegar hitt hjolið var tekið auglysti eg það stolið a craigslist sem er smaauglysinga siða her, og fekk þetta svar fra einhverjum: I have not seen it.  einn ad reyna ad vera hjalplegur...

 

Fullt tungl

Þar sem það er fullt tungl í dag fórum við nokkur út á strönd til að gera Qi gong æfingar, og um leið hreinsa steina og kristalla í sjónum undir fullu tungli...en það á víst að endurnýja orku þeirra... hver veit?? Allavega æfingarnar voru fínar og svo fórum við í sjóinn í myrkrinu og fengum okkur því næst smá hvítvín og snakk.

Er Bertha á leiðinni?

Fellibylurinn Bertha er að koma af Atlandshafinu og gæti skollið hér á Wilmington en Cape Fear áin er vinsæll lendingarstaður fyrir fellibyli skilst mér. Bertha oli miklum skaða hér í bæ 1996 og 8 manns dóu.

Fellibyljatíminn er hafinn hér og stendur fram á haust. En kannski leysist þetta bara upp og verður að rigningu á Íslandi...

 

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eggið og gröfin II

fór að athuga með hreiðrið á gröfinni um daginn og sá þá að eggin voru orðin 3 talsins. Fór aftur til að taka mynd en þá lá fuglinn á eggjunum. Held þetta sé einvhers konar lóu-fugl sem vill verpa á þurrum opnum svæðum. Verður gaman að sjá þegar ungarnir koma út. Sjá eggið í fyrstu færslu hér. 

náttúran hér í NC

 

Skassið tamið

fór á útileikhús í gærkvöldi; Taming of the shrew eftir Shakespeare. Er boðið uppá ókeypis leiksýningar við Greenfield vatn í sumar.

Fór svo í dag á lsitasafnið og tók þessar myndir þar fyrir utan. 1.Hanskasólhlíf og 2.dekkjaturn.

egg á gröf

Gekk um grafreitinn hér í hverfinu um daginn og sé þá fugl liggja á einni gröfinni, hann horfir stressaður á mig og flýgur svo í burt og þá sé ég þetta litla egg þarna á gröfinni. Táknrænt eitthvað... Allavega skrítin staður finnst mér, og alveg við stíginn. Það er líka lítið hvítt blóm hjá egginu . Vona þetta fari allt vel.