Rock on

girls! 

A trailer for the movie about four girls who encounter the Rock 'n' Roll Camp for Girls.

Aldeilis verðugt viðfangsefni.

einn litur

New York búar sem klæðast bara einum lit. Grein í NYMAg. Ég gæti nú ekki hugsað mér þetta fyrir mig en ef til kæmi væri það fjólublátt eða svart...

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munaðarleysingjar

Gefins. The Orphan train movement 1854-1929.

"Good looks" "Of good parentage"

"Very promising"

"Fine looking"

"Good looking & intelligent"

"Fat & pretty"

 

Spurning hvar þau enduðu... 

Hverjum klukkan glymur

Hópurinn heimsótti í dag útfararstofu.

Það er gott og getur verid mikiægt að látafjölskyldun sína vita hvað maður vill ef vissir hlutir koma upp, s.s. alvarleg veikindi, og eða dauðinn sem vissulega kemur einn daginn. Þvi er gott ad fylla út svona blað og láta fólk vita...lika jafnvel ad leggja fyrir fyrir utförinni þvi það kostar sitt að deyja... 

My Funeral Preferences

My Name _______________________________________________

Anatomical and disposition information:

I am ____ am not _____ an organ or tissue donor.

If not required, I will _____ will not _____ permit an autopsy.

I do____ do not ____ wish for my body to be embalmed.

Upon my death, I wish for my body to be:

_____ cremated _____ buried _____ entombed

_____ donated to medicine. Preferred institution: _______________________.

Location of confirming paperwork: _________________________________.

I have made funeral pre-arrangements with:

Funeral establishment ____________________________ Phone ___________________

I have not made funeral pre-arrangements, but I prefer that this firm be used:

_______________________________________

I have not purchased cemetery space, but I prefer that this cemetery be used:

_____________________________________

Ceremony preferences:

I do ____ do not _____ wish to have a visitation.

___Public ____Private visitation. Casket ____open ____closed

Visitation location and time _________________________________

I would like:

_____ a traditional funeral, with a graveside service

_____ a traditional funeral, without a graveside service

_____ a graveside-only service

_____ a memorial service (without the body present)

_____ other:

_____ no service

These are my preferences/suggestions for:

Location of service _______________________________________________________

Clergy/officiate __________________________________________________________

Special music ___________________________________________________________

Organist/soloist/other ______________________________________________________

People to speak __________________________________________________________

Scriptures/poems/other to be read: ____________________________________________

Flowers _________________________________________________________________

Memorial donations made to ________________________________________________

Photographs or possessions to be displayed ____________________________________

For cremation:

Casket or cremation container I prefer _________________________________________

Please remove all jewelry before cremation and return to __________________________

Cremation remains ____should ___should not be present at service.

I wish my cremation remains returned to (name) ________________________________

I would like for my ashes to be _____kept ____buried ____scattered.

Location:________________________________________________________________

For burial or entombment:

Casket I prefer ___________________________________________________________

Outer enclosure (vault) I prefer ______________________________________________

Cemetery name __________________________________________________________

Section ____________ Lot _________ Space _______________

Clothing to use ___________________________________________________________

Jewelry I wish to wear _____________________________________________________

Instructions for disposal of jewelry before burial ________________________________

Pallbearers I would like: ___________________________________________________

Any additional instructions or considerations:

My signature _____________________________________________ Date _________

hedan

af hverju ekki líka bara aftökur á torgum??

af hverju ekki bara ad taka þetta alla leið einsog a midoldum? Uff... 

Hverju skila aftokur svo sem, hvað bæta þær? Einsog dæmin syna her i Ameriku þa er þetta ekkert rettlæti ad drepa glæpamenn.

The death penalty is being applied in the United States as a fatal lottery. - Bianca Jagger

Sammala henni, herna er thetta halfgert lotto, hver sem er getur lent i thessu og verid drepin saklaus af rikinu.

Vilja að dauðarefsing verði tekin upp að nýju í Bretlandi

gott quote

Kurt Vonnegut
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sjalfsalit

Every day we slaughter our finest impulses.  That is why we get a heart-ache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty.  Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.  We all derive from the same source.  There is no mystery about the origin of things.  We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, to discover what is already there.  ~Henry Miller, Sexus

When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you.  ~African Proverb

The way you treat yourself sets the standard for others.  ~Sonya Friedman

Confidence quotes

Nostalgia

vá flashback...hehe...átti ekki svona en þetta er eitthvað svo minnistætt úr æskunni.

Charleston í gær

Feiti köttur í tehúsinu, talaði mikið við mig.

kaosin í Írak

A documentary created by Dispatches for Channel four in the UK. This is an interesting look at the image portrayed about Iraq by the ... politicians and the general media and then what is the actual truth.

Myrtle Beach

video sem ég tók á leiðinni suður. Þetta er frá Myrtle Beach sem er mikill strandbær í Suður Karólínu.

 

og nokkrar myndir úr ferðalaginu enn sem komið er:

  

1-100 ára

 

100 people, from 1 to 100-year-old, to bang a drum.

People in Order’s Age is part of a series of short films that assembles the people of Britain in a given order. In just 3 minutes, we meet 100 different people who are arranged according to their age, starting from age 1.

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á ferðalagi

keyrði til Charleston í Suður Karólínu í dag. Þetta er gamall coloníu-bær og mjög flottur með mikið af flottum veitingastöðum og slíku. Líst mjög vel á þetta. Ætla að vera hér í 2 nætur.

Þetta er svo ólíkt því þar sem ég bý. Minnir mig á Barcelona. Frábært að vita af þessu, hér vildi ég koma hverja helgi.  Hér er fólkið öðruvísi, smart og bara allt annað andrúmsloft. 

meira um hamingjuna

Hamingjusömustu lönd í heimi(eða þjóðir). Ísland að sjálfsögðu ofarlega á blaði þar, eða no.4:

There's more to Iceland than hot springs and Björk. The tiny country's extensive welfare system plays a big part in its citizens' happiness. The Icelandic government offers a broad range of services, such as generous housing subsidies, and with very little poverty, wealth is evenly distributed among Icelandic society. Literacy is high and unemployment, at 2.1%, is low.

 

Bandaríkin eru no.23... 

The Meal That Makes Us Family and Friends

We all need to eat and drink to stay alive. But having a meal is more than eating and drinking. It is celebrating the gifts of life we share. A meal together is one of the most intimate and sacred human events. Around the table we become vulnerable, filling one another's plates and cups and encouraging one another to eat and drink. Much more happens at a meal than satisfying hunger and quenching thirst. Around the table we become family, friends, community, yes, a body.

That is why it is so important to "set" the table. Flowers, candles, colorful napkins all help us to say to one another, "This is a very special time for us, let's enjoy it!"

- Henri Nouwen 

 

stræk

það er semsagt stræk í gangi...ég hafði misst af því...en jú þessar auglýsingar eru bögg. Það er bara svo þægilegt að blogga hér... Blogger er frekar flókinn, síðast þegar ég var þar...spái í þessu.

Allavega er að fara í Valentine´s dinner í kvöld...reyndar bara með vinkonu...en samt gaman.

The Bridge - a metaphor

Frábær saga um nokkuð sem plagar marga. Eftir Edwin Friedman höfund Generation to generation: 

There was a man who had given much thought to what he wanted from life. He had experienced many moods and trials. He had experimented with different ways of living, and he had had his share of both success and failure. At last, he had begun to see clearly where he wanted to go.

Diligently, he searched for the right opportunity. Sometimes he came close, only to be pushed away. Often the applied all of his strength and imagination, only to find the path hopelessly blocked. And then at last it came! But the opportunity would not wait. It would be made available only for a short time. If it were seen that he was not committed, the opportunity would not come again.

Eager to arrive, he started on his journey. With each step, he wanted to move faster; with each thought about his goal, his heart beat quicker; with each vision of what lay ahead, he found renewed vigor. Strength that had left it since his early youth returned, and desires, all kinds of desires, reawakened from their long-dormant positions.

Hurrying along, he came upon a bridge that crossed through the middle of a town. It had been built high above a river in order to protect it from the floods of spring.

He started across. Then he noticed someone coming from the opposite direction. As they moved closer, it seemed as though the other was coming to greet him. He could clearly see, however, that he did not know this other, who was dressed similarly except for something tied around his waist.

When they were within hailing distance, he could see that what the other had about his waist was a rope. It was wrapped around him many times and probably, if extended, would reach a length of 30 feet.

The other began to uncurl the rope, and, just as they were coming close, the stranger said, "Pardon me, would you be so kind as to hold the end a moment?"

Surprised by this politely phrased but curious request, he agreed without a thought, reached out, and took it.

"Thank you," said the other, who then added, "two hands now, and remember, hold tight." Whereupon, the other jumped off the bridge.

Quickly, the free-falling body hurtled the distance of the rope's length, and from the bridge, the man abruptly felt the pull. Instinctively, he held tight and was almost dragged over the side. He managed to brace himself against the edge, however, and after having caught his breath looked down at the other dangling, close to oblivion.

"What are you trying to do?" he yelled. "Just hold tight," said the other "This is ridiculous," the man thought and began trying to haul the other in. He could not get the leverage, however. It was as though the weight of the other person and the length of the rope had been carefully calculated in advance so that together they created a counterweight just beyond his strength to bring the other back to safety.

"Why did you do this?" the man called out. "Remember," said the other, "if you let go, I will be lost." "But I cannot pull you up," the man cried. "I am your responsibility," said the other. "Well, I did not ask for it," the man said. "If you let go, I am lost," repeated the other.

He began to look around for help. But there was no one. How long would he have to wait? Why did this happen to befall him now, just as he was on the verge of true success? He examined the side, searching for a place to tie the rope. Some protrusion, perhaps, or maybe a hole in the boards. But the railing was unusually uniform in shape; there were no spaces between the boards. There was no way to get rid of this newfound burden, even temporarily.

What do you want?" he asked the other hanging below. "Just your help," the other answered. "How can I help? I cannot pull you in, and there is no place to tie the rope so that I can go and find someone to help me help you." "I know that. Just hang on; that will be enough. Tie the rope around your waist; it will be easier."

Fearing that his arms could not hold out much longer, he tied the rope around his waist. "Why did you do this?" he asked again. "Don't you see what you have done? What possible purpose could you have in mind?" "Just remember," said the other, "my life is in your hands."

What should he do? "If I let go, all my life I will know that I let this other die. If I stay, I risk losing my momentum toward my own long-sought-after salvation. Either way, this will haunt me forever." With ironic humor he thought to die himself, instantly, to jump off the bridge while he was still holding on. "That would teach this fool." But he wanted to live and live fully. "What a choice I have to make; How shall I ever decide?"

As time went by, still no one came. The critical moment of decision was drawing near. To show his commitment to his own goals, he would have to continue on his journey now. It was already almost too late to arrive in time. But what a terrible choice to have to make!

A new thought occurred to him. While he could not pull this other up solely by his own efforts, if the other would shorten the rope from his end by curling it around his waist again and again, together, they could do it! Actually, the other could do it by himself, so long as he, standing on the bridge, kept it still and steady.

"Now listen," he shouted down. "I think I know how to save you." And he explained his plan. But the other wasn't interested. "You mean you won't help? But I told you I cannot pull you up myself, and I don't think I can hang on much longer either." "You must try," the other shouted back in tears. "If you fail, I die!"

The point of decision had arrived. What should he do? "My life or this other's?" And then a new idea. A revelation. So new, in fact, it seemed heretical, so alien was it to his traditional way of thinking.

"I want you to listen carefully," he said, "because I mean what I am about to say. I will not accept the position of choice for your life, only for my own; the position of choice for your own life I hereby give back to you."

"What do you mean?" the other asked, afraid. "I mean, simply, it's up to you. You decide which way this ends. I will become the counterweight. You do the pulling and bring yourself up. I will even tug a little from here." He began unwinding the rope from around his waist and braced himself anew against the side.

"You cannot mean what you say!" the other shrieked. "You would not be so selfish. I am your responsibility. What could be so important that you would let someone die? Do not do this to me!"

He waited a moment. There was not change in the tension of the rope.

"I accept your choice," he said, at last, and freed his hands.

- Edwin H. Friedman

From the book "Friedman's Fables

stay classy!

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  Allison Parson     ég hélt fyrst að þetta væru sundhettur. 

Words That Feed Us

When we talk to one another, we often talk about what happened, what we are doing, or what we plan to do. Often we say, "What's up?" and we encourage one another to share the details of our daily lives. But often we want to hear something else. We want to hear, "I've been thinking of you today," or "I missed you," or "I wish you were here," or "I really love you." It is not always easy to say these words, but such words can deepen our bonds with one another.

Telling someone "I love you" in whatever way is always delivering good news. Nobody will respond by saying, "Well, I knew that already, you don't have to say it again"! Words of love and affirmation are like bread. We need them each day, over and over. They keep us alive inside.

- Henri Nouwen

Fallegt

jörðin okkar og Sigurrós spilar undir.

A trailer of the BBC documentary “Planet Earth” series with Sir David Attenborough. Oh, what a wonderful world.

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