So far, the only good I can see in a long-distance relationship is letting my bush grow out into a jungle, safe in the knowledge that nobody is going to see it. Except, of course, for that pesky Björk, who has been known to follow me into the shower just to get a good look at me.
Who knows, maybe she'd never seen ginger muff before.
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Fairy Queen, I'll join your jungle-club, just came back from the mountains yesterday - stinky and hairy! I'm probably a little late, but I have to comment your blog about the mountain-trip lately: Beautiful Ursula "who is living a life of isolation as a hut warden" had some strange experiences with the media up there and got even famous: The day you left I called another hut warden on the radio and mentioned some off-road motorcycle tracks I had seen when I was walking with Garpur and Már. Four hours later I got a helicopter flying above my head (filming for the TV news), managed to be mentioned in the 6 o'clock radio news, was mentioned in articles in Mogganum and Fréttabladinu, and the next day two cops with aviators showed up in my tiny cabin! And all this "due to the total lack of network coverage"!!! So, don't think that life in the mountains is boring, felt not only as a protagonist in an American thriller, followed by a CIA helicopters, but also as a nurse in "Emergency Room" (badly wounded hikers), 70ies B movies (Ursula looking for the ghosts of the 4 guys who died there in 1868, not finding any but seeing all kinds of strange things), a French version of Benny Hill (those guys in the shower, happened several times!) and soaps.
ReplyDeleteAnnie, I'll teach you on my Landrover how to cross all those rivers, and then you'll be able to become a real mountain stalker (I quote: "I think all the mountain guides look really sexy")!
I went up there with 15 books, wool for knitting socks to all my friends, healthy food to become a vegetarian again and the intention to improve my Yoga and ZEN meditation skills. Well, read 3 chapters and managed to knit half a sock until you guys showed up with booze and whale meat! Loved it, and I was seriously surprised that you managed to cross those rivers!
PS: Heard the other day that one is not allowed to use the Icelandic flag in adds. Is that true, does that mean that I'm NOT going to be on the cover of the next Cintamani brochure and we're not going to be rich????
Ursula mín!
ReplyDelete1. Cops in aviators, mmm.
2. Mountain guides, mmm.
3. Yes I heard all about the police and the trauma up there, through several people who had seen the news. I'm sorry if I painted a picture of total isolation, the place is like Rio!
4. Don't think it's true about using the Icelandic flag in adverts. If so, then I have broken some laws recently anyway.
Welcome back to Reykjó elskan! Am looking forward to seeing you again.
She's seen one. We took a shower together few years back in Sundhöll Reykjavíkur.
ReplyDelete*cackles*
ReplyDeleteActually, Logi told me he was in the hot-pot with the two of you a couple of weeks back. Or, as he put it, he was "sandwiched between two rock goddesses".
ROFL, is the Bjork post true???
ReplyDeleteHa ha!
ReplyDeleteI wish that all was fake, but no,
ReplyDeleteAnnie speaks the truth, like her muff speaks the youth. believe.
All I can say is amen. Long distance relationships are sort of liberating in that respect. Though after a while, I start to feel so much less feminine with a bushy muff.
ReplyDeleteYes of course the Björk post is true, only I try not to talk about it too much otherwise I sound like a crazy foreigner.
ReplyDeleteI already feel much less feminine with my mushy buff. It's coming off again.
Ursula, you need a blog!
ReplyDeleteNo, she's not allowed one.
ReplyDeleteJesus, what was I talking about? I wasn't even home at 11:20pm.
ReplyDeleteSorry about that folks.
I like Logi's description! ;)
ReplyDeleteMY GOD. I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE A SMELLY HIPPY. GET AWAY FROM ME!
ReplyDeleteAlso, I have a friend who looks like Bjork. Maybe she is Bjork - I mean, it'd be a Bjork-like thing to pretend to be someone from the Irish midlands for a laugh or ORT or something.
Odd how too much natural can make a girl feel unfeminine, isn't it? I wonder if men feel more masculine the hairier they are.
ReplyDeleteI'm so envious. Seriously, I'd sell a vital organ just for the chance to be in the same room with the cherubic pop star who was once able to kiss Goldie (whatever happened to him, anyway? It's like Bjork's vagina is a one way ticket to Obscurity-ville; i.e. Tricky) on the mouth and still manage to keep her lunch down.
ReplyDeleteShaving your crotch is crap. Hair is sexy. Revel in it.
ReplyDeletewow, that is one up close and personal post! haha
ReplyDeleteI really don't get the "hair is sexy" thing, at all. Hair on my head is sexy (when I've done it in little ringlets I mean, not when it's all frizzy like usual) but I don't find a hairy muff sexy in the slightest. Perhaps for people with fine, downy, glossy hair it's nice. But for me, a thick, wiry, orange bush is a total turn off.
ReplyDeleteWhat is ORT?
Ignoring the bush I'd like to point you to the icelandic flag law, particularly article 12.
ReplyDeleteIt says you need a permission from the Prime Ministry to use the flag.
Yes its rather silly but on the other hand we are spared the horrible horrible things the Americans do with their flag... flag suit anyone?
Ort, dammit. Say it out loud whilst looking at Picassos and look pompous.
ReplyDeleteI thought it was an acronym.
ReplyDelete"It'd be a Bjork-like thing to pretend to be someone from the Irish midlands for a laugh or Ovarian Replacement Therapy or something."
Who would have thought a tiny little post about your overgrown nether regions would invite so many comments.
ReplyDeleteSo did you ever actually check out Bjork's bush?
No, of course not. I just got on with scrubbing my own smelly bits, like the diagram on the wall insists.
ReplyDeleteThere's so many things going on in this post, my head almost explodes when I try to focus on any one of them.
ReplyDeleteGod I can't BELIEVE there are TWENTY SIX comments on your bush and NOBODY thinks it's unusual that I'm a tiger!
ReplyDeletewhat about webcam. thought your man was hitech
ReplyDeleteNice blog. I bet Bjork's bush had majical elves living in it.
ReplyDeleteOh there's nothing like a bit of celebrity fanny to stir up a reaction. It'll all go quiet again when I review my next film.
ReplyDeleteIs it really orange? You must be like a beacon in the Icelandic wilderness.
ReplyDeleteI know this is off topic, but you should use this picture for your CD cover:
ReplyDeletehttp://tinyurl.com/fmzqm
Yeah, I should. When we start our moody folk band it will be perfect.
ReplyDelete