For centuries, Icelanders congregated here to administer all national government business. It’s hard to imagine anyone floating the kind of BS that fills the halls of democracy today in a space like this. But who knows, humans are often capable of more than I can imagine.
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It’s not the most professional image to accompany a list of recent publications, but it beautifully illustrates the haphazard nature of late summer freelance work. You’ve got the tools, you’re getting the work done, but there’s a certain … something … that’s missing. After an intense spring, I backed way off this summer. I did a lot of camping, made it to a couple music festivals, caught up with some friends (and my kids!) who wondered where I’d been all spring. I made deadlines and maintained connections with key clients, but I didn’t pursue new work.”Taking it easy” doesn’t mean “taking time off,” though. Here’s what I published in late summer.
The first time I went to Iceland, I took a Golden Circle tour, as you do. The tour guide explained.
Old Geysir doesn’t go up anymore, but Strokkur erupts like clockwork.
Admit it. You laughed, too.
This one time I was in Reykjavik and Sin Fang was playing an unadvertised show in an art gallery to promote a friend’s artwork. The performance was good but the sound was shit and that night I stepped outside of my own life and got to be a cool insider, leaning on an art gallery wall with my wine in a plastic cup and criticizing the mix. It’s the sort of thing that only happens (to me, at least) when you travel.
The metal scene in Reykjavik is described as “small but active.” But the one random Saturday I was ever in the city (not for a music festival) there happened to be a small metal festival taking place to raise money for new gear at Gamli Gaukurinn. Active indeed.
image from Gratisography
One of my favorite things about freelancing is that I don’t have to commute. I always feel that beginning my day with the rush of making myself presentable, finding everything I’m going to need for the day, getting out the door and to the bus stop on time to spend 45 minutes in traffic uses up most of my energy for the day.
Once each week, I do work in an office downtown, and that once-weekly commuting day reminds me how much I love freelancing. Last week, it also reminded me of an experience I had forgotten in the haze of travel exhaustion and jet lag when I got home from Iceland in July. Continue reading