Sand-encrusted parking lot snowdrift stubbornly clinging to existence.

Death of a parking lot glacier.

Reykjavík shoreline, near midnight dusk.

Two books: Seven Days in Tokyo by José Daniel Alvior and Blowfish by Kyung-Ran Jo on a Reykjavík street.

Impulse buys on a date night.

Graffiti on a ruined building, reflections in the water.

May 29-31st! Letsgooo

Two famous art pieces. Above: Frieren drawn from below in a flawed perspective. Below: Famous art restoration failure of Ecce Home, Christ crowned with thorns.

This is the joy they would deprive us of.

Nothing says family time to me like crying together as the sun descends below the horizon into the underworld praying it has the strength still to return to us and rise next late winter dawn, lest we all succumb to eternal darkness.

It was so much fun and I was happy to see you!

Three smiling Reykjavík firemen (L-R: Hlynur, Ásgeir & Stebbi) and a fire station worker & crime author Anna Margrét Sigurðardóttir seated on a stage in a church

Guðjón Helgason interviewing Author Eliza Reid on a stage in a church, her book Death of A Diplomat/Death on the Island (UK/US) is on the table

Icelandic Guest of Honour author Hildur Knútsdóttir laughing on stage with author Alexander Dan. Her books The Night Guest and Dead Weight are on the table

Selfie of 2 smiling women, one middle aged blonde curly haired, with glasses, and one younger with straight darker hair

Fantastic 1st day at #IcelandNoir, the Rescue Team panel was worth the ticket price alone! Eliza Reid, fab pair @hildur.bsky.social & @alexanderdan.bsky.social, and also finally got to meet the lovely @villimeymist.bsky.social! At Kjarval also got to fangirl at Kalmann author Joachim Schmidt 🤩

Reminder: If you use generative AI for *any of your writing tasks* you are a Slopper not a writer and should be ashamed of yourself. The end.

Haha kannski bara! Takk!!!

ah, yes. the anti-climax of finishing a draft. then you get to rewriting or editing or proofreading (which all then have their own anti-climax) until the finished thing is done and ready and by then you're so done with it.

which is great motivation to work on a new thing and do it all over again.

there is no escape

This job is cringe and shameful and writers should stay locked in their attics and cellars is the lesson here

Went to a coffee shop to write for a change of scenery and one hour in I became suddenly so self-aware that I was writing in public. When is writing in public not performative? STOP PERCEIVING ME

Ekki gera handritshöfundum þann greiða að eyða allri orku og fókus á hlutverk smjörkúksins. Horfum á leikritið í heild sinni. Það snýst um að skipta í fylkingar, venjuvæða hatur og fá hrætt fólk sem veit ekki betur til að setja X á réttan stað. Móta jarðveginn fyrir öfgahægrið.

Told you a hundred times but did you listen? Yes, you did. Gotta do what you gotta do.

want to read something so specific but still too hard for me to explain concisely so badly that it probably means it's just something I have to write

We are not trivialising LLMs.

Copyright theft is not trivial.

Environmental damage is not trivial.

Unreliability is not trivial.

Risk to human cognition is not trivial.

Ignoring consent when shoving it into every fucking thing while making us pay our hard-earned money for it is not trivial.

Ok I’m not even completely sure why but I’m so sold!

Like the fantastic Pith notebook, which has heavier stock and is the right kind of coarse for various mediums, like painting. The best paper in my opinion for writing with fountain pens is without a doubt Tomoe River. Extremely thin and beautifully exceptional in making all ink the best it can be.

It varies greatly, but generally it can’t be too coarse and ink has to dry relatively quickly and not feather. The tactile feel of writing, with various implements as shown, has to feel right. Sometimes that is incredibly smooth like this 90g paper from Clairefontaine, almost silken or…

Writing sample on lined paper of a Sailor 1911 L in medium-fine, Sailor blue-black ink; Pilot Falcon in soft-medium, iroshizuku yama-budo ink,; Cinnamoroll gel pen in black; and Blackwing 602 pencil, along with each writing instrument on top of the page.

Fountain pens are nice. But most often only on good paper. Good paper is good for everything. A Blackwing pencil or a Cinnamoroll gel pen will write beautifully on good paper, just like a Sailor 1911 will. Paper, paper.

I love paper.

#fountainpens

Yeh. I remember discussing the ways of the Sith, which they allowed already then, and being surprised at this hypocrisy. And being adamant that it was vital for my knowledge of black magic rituals being reflected in my title (I refused to accept seiðkarl as a valid option).

I remember I had to fight them for it. But it is accurate.

Cover of the novel “Kasia og Magdalena” by Hildur Knútsdóttir.

Non-Icelandic speakers, you’d better pray you get this book by @hildur.bsky.social in translation sooner rather than later. It made me tear up a dozen times at least.

I accidentally opened what was once known as the bird site and thought it was bluesky and just couldn’t figure out why it had become so incomprehensibly and unbelievably shit in just a few days or so

Just a reminder that generative AI is theft of labor and intellectual property, uses vast amounts of energy/ water, provides at best mediocre results (if not outright lies or misinformation), actually affects your ability to think over time (mind duh), and is in general a really fucking bad idea.