We give her our bones / We give her the bear's head

Ketsaka nỉtkiųi-ta

Sỏtko semuol koski-ta

Tiodomo Atuitsaka, sema-ha.

Sỉ attetsuka omảskiųi-ta

Manokeka Tẻkno

Ketsaia ẻtta hoko-ha

Sỏtko kitehi kiski-ta

Tuitsaia isisenla kỉskiųi-ta

Manokeia Heuto

Akẻtka tẻkno gả heuto sema-hioba

Sỉ manokeia ketsi, sema-hioba

Aiatemama nohimo

Aiatemama siho

Omateia ỉtkemo

Omateia ỉdlumi totemo

How to prepare Pemmican (mỉhna)

Ảksanon amiro.

Eųi amiriųi-ta ibaro hasikmobmi. Heristede, taro s-takmonon, ỏkke-hǫ ảtkahabmi atenki.

Tảtkanon, euįde auiondiųo kmįaksi sį įeskitsade, kįo ys-ỏiųiǫ harrhibmi, adetiaųa-ta nidenuta. Iỏka ảiųi-ta kỏtkade sỉhbosỏtke (ausoke), sỉhmoke uitsatabmi gả ilảkka bielid gả ảtterrhil.

Ỉbmo istatsanon kmįaksi, tỉodomo vebodeia sį kẻlsadeia kẻlkiųi-ta. Akẻlsadeha ksoha-kǫ etana.

Words:

ảtkahabmi - to stay cut open, to be cut open for a long time

adetiaųa-ta nidenuta - it can be added into the mixture

ausivo - cranberry

sỉhmoa uitsabmi - dried and pulverized meat

vebodeia - one must tie it closed with a knot

kẻlsami kẻlkiųi-ta - hang up in the smokehole

akẻlsadeha - it must remain hung

Oliko upeata?

Two days ago, Jóna and I celebrated our one year anniversary as a couple.

Our first time celebrating such a day.

It was a good day. Somehow we have been in a Christmassy mood - we have been watching Christmas movies, listening to mele kalikimaka:

Of course it's easy to be in such a mood here, where it's getting very dark and the mountains around the city are all white.

On our anniversary we went to Heiðmörk and I took pictures I like, which is enough to make any day a good one. Unfortunately my camera doesn't work anymore, which sucks. But I will try to get it fixed, maybe on monday.

We watched A Christmas Story, which is the movie with the leglamp and the little brother who couldn't put his arms down because his wintercoat was so thick. Then we did watched Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, which we had recorded on a VCR from the TV when I was a kid - I remembered some details very well (the chinese boy dropping something from his mouth when he is served a monkey head - always wondered what it was), and still remember the commercials, too.

Then we talked about the year. It's been a good one, varied and difficult, but very happy.

Having a girlfriend is different than I expected - in nearly every single way. But it's good. It's very good.

Is it wonderful?

Today a girl from Lithuania asked to see more of my drawings. I said I would send her pictures I had put on my blog. So I went through my whole blog.
And now I am cemented in melancholy, preventing my chest from growing - however I can freely breath out.

I miss a lot of things from my past. I miss all my friends, sometimes less, sometimes more. But I miss them. I miss Hutchison terribly, but even further back in the past there are things I am slowly forgetting (in the sense that I am losing the sense of what their existence really felt like - from 3d to 2d).

Iceland has been good. Jóna and I are doing fine, fighting cabin fever and winter laze (laziness). Then buying candy. We buy candy - no one buys candy in Quebec. Here there's even a candy day, every week on Saturday, everywhere there is 50% off candy.

Yesterday I went to see a movie with the Finnish people - there was Maare, Kata (Icelandic), some finnish girl and me. The movie was Tummien perhosten koti, and it was good. It felt good to take part in something.
I also borrowed the book Kato Hei which is about spoken Finnish and it felt really good to know that I'm finally getting a hang of spoken Finnish.
I cannot state my love for Finnish - it has to be one of the most wonderful things in life.

I don't know what else to say. Life here is quite uneventful - we do our little things, we have fun, we are happy.

Everyday I wake up and there is a thick opaque gray everywhere outside.
Yesterday there were huge lenticular clouds all over Reykjavík:

It was impressive. I had never seen those before. You can see where I live from here. Right under the right most extremity the lowest ring, the white building. All day there was a strong sulfur smell in the air, because the wind was blowing from the east/south-east, bringing the smell from Hveragerði and Nesjavallir to us.
I like strange weather events like this. It binds everything into a single context. It's as if on certain days we felt our organs differently.

Also, I've been drawing:

A goose:

And a deer:

I guess it's in my usual style - a lot of small repetitive shapes and lines, animals.

Now, should I go to the gym?
Now, what shall I do?

Short song about a giant mushroom.

Ksęri tǫ tedlis kỉuga koama.
Tapiḥe tỉdla osi, bielima.
Sỉu-ne, ỏdna kẻdlu s-kůridla.

Hatąu-ne, adi sidesla ta singisa.
Ảtkatąu-ne, adi ỏlbala ta tuitsasa.
Sỉu-ne, ỏdna ỏlba įilna uitsabmi!

Armbeygjur og rauðvín

Það er lausn í þeim.



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Ei enää kestä

Hänen hoitonsa ei enää riitä. Puuttuu ystävyyttä - yksinäisyyttä on liikaa.
Täällä elämästäni on tullut ikävä toistuvuus, joka ei lähde minusta pois. Samat epätyydystävät hetket vihlovat syvempään jokaisella toistolla. En koskaan lähde tuosta kirotusta huoneesta pois. Jään joka päivä samaan tuoliin, saman pöydän viereen. Ei muutu mitään ajan mittaan. Aika menettää merkitsevyyttään - ei vielä ole päiviä vaan viikkoja. Katson, kun aurinko paistaa, ja haluan ulos - mutta joku nukkuu tai en rohkene ulos yksin, ystävätönnä.
Odotan iltahämärään asti, ja sehän lähestyy päivittäin. Puuttuu sitä, että elämästäni on höytyä, tyydytystä, seksiä.
Sama tuoli, sama pöytä, sama päivä, vaikka aika rientääkin, eteenpäin. En muista päiviäni enää.

En ole tyytyväinen elämääni enää. Puutteet ovat liian suuria.

Cabin Fever - Acid, bitter and sad.

One chair, one bed.
Books and a computer.

Cabin fever hit me. I walked outside to the edges of the city, down to the sea. It was so windy, and it was raining. After the city lights stop, there is just darkness until Greenland.
I keep bothering myself with rules. I should not do this, I should not spend so much time on such eccentric trifles.

I feel very lonely sometimes. Tonight, especially. No fathom would dry the wet, no fathom would reach around.
Loneliness brings so much anger. I miss my friends, I miss my family.
Here, friends means something else, something more careful, more fragile.

I met up with Birna, after two years. Two years without seeing her. If I had known that when I saw her for the last time until now, I would have imploded into myself. I'm very happy to get the chance to be with her again. She remains one of my favorite persons. There's something about her - about how she expresses herself. No one forgets a first love. Or not until much, much later...

Kael sent me a moleskin book, with hard blank pages. I feel anxious, I don't know what to do. All these half-read, half-written books lying around. And here I am again. Today is over.
Days are so uneventful. Time goes by so quickly when nothing ever happens. The days melt into a vague feeling of having existed, but without the details which make life what it is.

At least if I lived somewhere out in the country side, it wouldn't be so difficult - it would just be the way it is.

Loneliness is so much harder, when it grabs you in a crowd.

JUNIPER

I just got a package from Kael. It is BY FAR the best package I have ever recieved.

Petrified cone, birch bark, fir tea, book on animal tracks, JUNIPER !, a book I can use to draw plants/write things.

"...the manchild with the most tongues, largest steak, sharpest teeth and most tender heart."

All this written in a handwriting I have not seen enough.

I can feel the taste of the juniper berry in my mouth.
Allowing me to know a tree I have wanted to know.

Now I can use Jóna/my grandmother's tea pot to brew fir. For fir.

I love this man!

II

Also I got a book from my teacher Ármann Jakobsson, a book he wrote. Very short stories (few lines). I laughed, which is not given of any book I read.

And I found my phone, which I had lost. It was under a car, in the parking lot. Now the screen is crazy though.

Now I must complete this. It's so interesting because I can now have a complete profile of what kind of language Alopian is. What features it has. Name them, enunciate the linguistically.

III

THE SMELL OF THE JUNIPER