<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379</id><updated>2011-07-20T10:51:10.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Life in a Familiar Country</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-115257760358551665</id><published>2006-07-10T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:26:43.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My job</title><content type='html'>I´ve started my new job at the Soil Conservation Service in Iceland. Going on my first fieldtrip tomorrow morning, I´ll try to review some plant names and stuff. We are going to a site by the roots of the volcano Hekla, the one I hiked the other day, to put out some new experiments on dispersal from seed sources of two native willow species. The only thing I'm worried about is how poorly this job is paid. Dude, governmental institutes in Iceland do not pay well, and it´s not like you can negociate anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, write more later,&lt;br /&gt;mummimyri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-115257760358551665?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/115257760358551665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=115257760358551665&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/115257760358551665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/115257760358551665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-job.html' title='My job'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-115188711672619281</id><published>2006-07-02T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:38:36.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new life, or what?</title><content type='html'>Two glaciers have been hiked; work on the farm and beer on my mom. Where does this end? Nice??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declared tonight at my brother’s house that I am the alcoholic of the family. It certainly gave me a curtain status. They gave me more to drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting a new life. Back in Iceland. Free like the birds. The night is bright. So am I. Ready? Perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to become published. Love to be found, received and given. Money, always nice to have. The birds are singing. I am not. No wind, only sounds from my typing and nature outside. The river, you know hehehe. My friend Dominic liked the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, good luck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mumm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-115188711672619281?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/115188711672619281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=115188711672619281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/115188711672619281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/115188711672619281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-life-or-what.html' title='A new life, or what?'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-115077082319203374</id><published>2006-06-19T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:33:43.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home...</title><content type='html'>Aircrafts are interesting. Sitting on an airplane is an interesting experience. I am usually not talkative while flying. To me, flying is a short period of time where you find yourself between to worlds; your departure location and your destination. Everything is timeless while flying, but as soon as you land, reality hits you in the face; you turn on your cell phone and bang! I find this fascinating. That is why I do not sleep but instead experience meaningless but at the same time awarding daydreams. My trip to Iceland was no exception, except that the guy sitting next to me could not stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this, I hate flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank all the people back in New Haven for the many warm goodbyes I received when leaving. You shall be remembered when it comes to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference in temperature was only about 20°Celcius between NH and Iceland, so I will indeed survive. The night is bright and I cannot sleep right now. I lied to the custom personnel. I told them I bought my computer and my stereos in Iceland, imported them to the US and back home. I feel like a real criminal. They should not have stopped me in the first place. Do I look like a criminal? It is the bold spot; everybody has something against bold people. Bold people of the world, let´s join and bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv to the earth&lt;br /&gt;Mummi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-115077082319203374?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/115077082319203374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=115077082319203374&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/115077082319203374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/115077082319203374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-home.html' title='Back home...'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114983693127651681</id><published>2006-06-09T03:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T03:08:51.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from California</title><content type='html'>Mummi just arrived from California, just in time for Luisa’s 31st birthday. The time in California was great. Solla and family treated me as a king as was expected, and I could sleep for hours and hours, think and sort out things. Thanks guys, I do really appreciate it. Sorry how sick I was, but it is nice to be sick in Santa Barbara, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in New Haven, in a new apartment, I’m waiting for my parents to arrive tomorrow evening. They are staying for a week. Then we’ll all go home. I’m looking forward to going home, at the same time as I have a knot in my stomach, but that one is personal and will not go so easily away, unless... Anyhow, it will be great to go home and enjoy the Icelandic nature. I have some expectations about my stay in Iceland, that will however, probably not be fulfilled. Hoping that's not a crime, or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to download my pictures from California, I’ll post them later, until then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;Yours Mummi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114983693127651681?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114983693127651681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114983693127651681&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114983693127651681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114983693127651681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-from-california.html' title='Back from California'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114900146444598528</id><published>2006-05-30T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:04:24.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to be sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/1600/SPB%20%20LFLV%20KEW%20GIG%20%20Graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/320/SPB%20%20LFLV%20KEW%20GIG%20%20Graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wooha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sexy family on graduation day (in the morning). From the left: Luisa, Kristen, Dr. Gudbrandsson and Dr. Baig. We are really trying hard to look sexy in this picture. Nice try at least.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm wasting time. Well, I'm good at that, that's why I do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later, mUmmi Mýri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114900146444598528?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114900146444598528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114900146444598528&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114900146444598528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114900146444598528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/05/trying-to-be-sexy.html' title='Trying to be sexy'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114891715448259044</id><published>2006-05-29T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T11:39:14.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a bed? Anyone?</title><content type='html'>The weather is good. I am packing. Der Flugzeugt fliegt nach Keflavik. So viel Lava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan described the situation at Wooster such that it was as if Mummi (I) was writing a paper. This means that there are papers everywhere, empty glasses and general excitement or tension in the air. This is probably all true except for the tension and for the paper. I am simply packing. And to be fully honest about it – I hate it. Thankfully, Joe the Furniture Man is coming this afternoon to pick up most of our furniture, and I need to have finished a lot before he shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is looking for a bed, I have a very good Sleepy's bed that people can get for almost nothing, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to California in only 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work (packing)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Mummi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114891715448259044?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114891715448259044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114891715448259044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114891715448259044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114891715448259044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/05/need-bed-anyone.html' title='Need a bed? Anyone?'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114874162295135001</id><published>2006-05-27T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T10:53:42.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/1600/IMG_0800.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/320/IMG_0800.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is post-graduation like, one of my friends asked? I pretended like I was fine. The truth is that it really sucks. Everybody is leaving – it’s like being paid for saying goodbye to people, the only difference is that there are feelings involved and there are no payments. I have never been good at dealing with feelings, sorry my loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you close your eyes and you cannot really stand still (you’re very drunk), that’s how I’m feeling right now. Plus, I’m depressed because Saima is leaving tomorrow. But, to keep everything ok, we do not mention that – we will use the Icelandic tactic and keep our poker faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Anna Liffey’s to meet some friends. Anna Liffey’s was the bar which brought Saima and me together. We recognized this last night by putting up a one dollar bill on the wall in our names. Thanks Anna Liffey’s, thanks Saima. Have a nice flight, see you in Pakistan. Sooner than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummi Mýri &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/1600/IMG_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114874162295135001?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114874162295135001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114874162295135001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114874162295135001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114874162295135001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/05/post-graduation.html' title='Post Graduation'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114840418983563938</id><published>2006-05-23T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:09:20.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrat everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/1600/IMG_0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/320/IMG_0960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/1600/IMG_0955.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/320/IMG_0955.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114840418983563938?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114840418983563938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114840418983563938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114840418983563938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114840418983563938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/05/congrat-everyone.html' title='Congrat everyone'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114813236040183388</id><published>2006-05-20T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T09:39:20.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gud-mund-ur Ingi Gud-brands-son</title><content type='html'>Associate Dean of Academic Affairs, Gordon Geballe boðaði mig á fund í gær. “Sir, you wanted to see me”, sagði ég með blöndu af ótta og eftirvæntingu í röddinni. Að öðru leyti skein forvitnin úr hverri frumu. “Yes, common in. Please teach me how to say your name”. Gud-mund-ur Ingi Gud-brands-son. Mitt langa og fallega nafn mun hljóma hjákátlega á vörum þessa manns á mánudaginn. En hann er kani, og það er ekki hægt að ætlast til of mikils af honum í þessum efnum blessuðum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Það er forvitnilegt að fylgjast með viðbrögðum Íslendinga við brottfalli Silvíu Nætur úr Eurovision keppninni. Þrátt fyrir rakinn dónaskap og svívirðilega framkomu í Aþenu sem er hvorki Silvíu né Íslendingum til sóma, þá eru Íslendingar ánægðir með sína manneskju. Þjóðerniskenndin og stoltið segja til sín. Íslenska fánanum var hent í gólfið í Aþenu, púað á íslenska keppandann og það er allt sem þarf til þess að draga fram samstöðu með Silvíu Nótt. Að mínu viti gerði hún þetta mjög vel. Hún var einstaklega skemmtileg, hélt sér í karakter allan tímann og tókst það sem lagt var upp með: að hneyksla fólk og gera pínkulítið grín að formlegheitum og þeim farsa sem er í kringum keppnina. Það besta er samt að enginn virðist líta á þetta sem leikþátt og Grikkir og Svíar eru í fýlu. Takk Silvía Nótt fyrir þitt framlag og að hrista svolítið upp í þessu. Það skiptir afar litlu máli hvort eð er hvernig keppandinn eða hvaða lag er sungið. Pólitíkin er kemur að kosningum er greinileg. Austur Evrópa kýs Austur Evrópu, Danmörk, Svíþjóð og Noregur eru enn bundin af Kalmarsambandinu, en það vekur vissulega furðu að Ísrael komist yfirleitt á blað.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segjum þetta gott í bili úr bólinu mínu í New Haven. Gamli maðurinn vaknar jú alltaf klukkan átta og þarf að vaka í um tvo tíma áður en hann getur sofnað aftur. Veðrið er orðið betra og á að vera gott á mánudaginn. Er búinn að máta gallann fyrir útskriftina, lítur bara vel út.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bis später,&lt;br /&gt;Dr. G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114813236040183388?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114813236040183388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114813236040183388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114813236040183388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114813236040183388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/05/gud-mund-ur-ingi-gud-brands-son.html' title='Gud-mund-ur Ingi Gud-brands-son'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114793435493727825</id><published>2006-05-18T02:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T02:39:14.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Át, græðgi og kurteisi</title><content type='html'>Þegar ég var í grunnskóla að Varmalandi kenndi einn kennarinn minn mér það að kurteisi kostaði ekki neitt. Ég hafði verið eitthvað ókurteis og sennilega þótti kennslukonunni minni ég geta gert betur en þetta og gerði aðeins meiri kröfur til mín en þetta. Mér hefur alltaf þótt vænt um orð hennar, og ég hef alltaf munað þau. Ég hef meira að segja reynt að vera kurteis svona almennt séð, þó svo að það sé í manni púki öðru hvoru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Í kvöld bauð Rita okkur Saimu í mat heima hjá sér með foreldrum sínum, Herra og Frú Lohani. Ég kom með rauðvín sem dugði út matarboðið. Á borðum var dýrindis nepalískur matur sem ég held þau hafi öll hjálpast að við að gera. Ég tróð gjörsamlega í andlitið á mér þannig að maturinn flæddi að lá við út um eyrum. Náði samt að halda kynþokkanum sæmilega á meðan á þessu stóð, skjalla móður Ritu og tala sæmilega gáfulega við föður hennar, sem lofaði að hjálpa okkur öllum að fá vinnu í SA-Asíu. Hins vegar á ég mér mín takmörk líka, takmörk sem ég meira að segja þekki ágætlega. Ég át of mikið, f.o.f. af kurteisis sökum. Ég vissi það þegar ég byrjaði á fjórða diskinum, en hélt ég myndi sleppa eftir það. Vúbbs! eftirréttur, sérstaklega útbúinn fyrir okkur og hafði tekið Frú Lohani allan daginn að gera. Það varð ekki flúið frá þessu, til þess er ég of kurteis. Það er skemmst frá því að segja að ég litlu síðar lagðist niður á baðherberginu hjá Ritu, með handhlæði á milli tannanna og kvalinn hrikalegasta magakrampa sem ég hef fengið á ævinni. Ég hreinlega kveið fyrir því að reima síðan skóna (þurfa að beygja sig).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég hafði mig af baðherginu, blótandi kurteisi minni í sand og ösku með sjálfum mér. Ég komst í skóna og úr augsýn foreldra Ritu og engdist um eftir stigaganginum heima hjá henni - á barinn með stelpunum að hitta fleiri félaga þar sem ég sat þangað til var lokað. Held enginn hafi áður séð mig jafn edrú á bar áður.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Núna 4 klukkustundum síðar er ég enn mjög saddur og kvíði fyrir brunchinum hjá Luisu á morgun. Held mér hafi tekist að seinka honum til klukkan eitt. Luisa borðar bara kjöt, ekki grænmeti, einstöku ávexti, en bryður megrunarkex, þrátt fyrir að vera í ágætis formi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Útskrift eftir fimm daga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later,&lt;br /&gt;Dr. G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114793435493727825?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114793435493727825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114793435493727825&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114793435493727825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114793435493727825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/05/t-grgi-og-kurteisi.html' title='Át, græðgi og kurteisi'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114742870741764465</id><published>2006-05-12T05:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T06:11:47.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Áfanga brátt fagnað</title><content type='html'>Ég lauk því sem ljúka þurfti síðasta þriðjudag til að geta útskrifast héðan frá Yale. Einungis níu dagar í að kollurinn verði settur upp eða hvað þetta er kallað á íslensku. Síðan tekur við ferðalag til Kaliforníu að heimsækja Sollu, Gunna og Guðmundu nöfnu mína. Það gæti hugsast að ég fari á eitthvert flandur með sjálfum mér eftir það, en þarf að vera kominn aftur á Austurströndina 9. júní þegar ég á von á foreldrum mínum í vikuheimsókn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tíminn síðan ég kláraði hefur aðallega farið í ekki neitt eins og við er að búast. Þó hefur mér tekist að drekka mig kengfullan og skríða um gleðinnar dyr í stað þess að ganga hægt um þær eins og móðir mín ítrekar fyrir mér í hvurju samtali sem við eigum milli Íslands og Bandaríkjanna. Ég skemmti mér alveg konungslega á miðvikudagskvöldið með nýja kreditkortinu mínu sem ég fékk sent úr höfuðstöðvum Europay á Íslandi. Mjög svo sexy kort sem svínvirkaði á barþjóninn. Barþjónninn var yndælisstúlka sem þjónaði mér mjög vel. Bottega Colada var drykkur kvöldsins og höfuðverkur dagsins eftir. Hvað um það, stúlkan leyfði mér að sitja á barborðinu og dansa þar sitjandi meðan aðrir urðu að gera sér gólfið að góðu. Ég skandaliseraði svo heilmikið með því að ganga gjörsamlega fram af Bandaríkjamönnunum í hópnum, þó svo að ég muni nú ekkert sérlega vel hvað ég sagði.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jæja, klukkan er nú ekki nema sex að morgni, en samt tími til að fara að leggja sig. Þarf að fara suður til New York eða Nýju Jórvíkur á eftir til að kjósa L-lista, breiðfylkingu félagshyggjufólks í Borgarbyggð. Faðir minn skipar þar heiðurssæti listans og ég styð mitt fólk. Svo er mikið að gera í félagslífinu næstu daga. Í kvöld er kveðjuskál fyrir Rishi vin minn frá Indlandi en hann mun ekki geta verið við útskriftina 22. maí. Djamm á laugardagskvöld, ferð á sunnudag og mánudag upp til Great Mountain með útskriftarnemum og ég efast ekki um að maður finnur sér eitthvað í næstu viku til að gera. Ætla líka að setjast niður í Yale Bookstore og lesa "venjulegar" bækur, þ.e. bækur sem ekki fjalla um umhverfismál - glugga kannski í þær líka, hehe. Svo er von á Ingu og Nikka á laugardaginn í heimsókn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Mummi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114742870741764465?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114742870741764465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114742870741764465&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114742870741764465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114742870741764465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/05/fanga-brtt-fagna.html' title='Áfanga brátt fagnað'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114685720085956523</id><published>2006-05-05T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:26:40.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Honour My Friends in New Haven, CT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/1600/sexy%20beasts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/320/sexy%20beasts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear friends,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You may expect a lot of fun tonight at Kristen's party. The Pakistani-Iceland coalition is showing up (í öllu sínu veldi). This is only the foreplay. Wait for the afterplay...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. G.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114685720085956523?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114685720085956523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114685720085956523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114685720085956523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114685720085956523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-honour-my-friends-in-new-haven-ct.html' title='To Honour My Friends in New Haven, CT'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114637040874987598</id><published>2006-04-29T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:13:28.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday</title><content type='html'>My father's birthday is today (April 30). He has been growing a year younger every year for at least a decade according to himself. That means he is 38 now and that I'll soon be older than him. He still has more grey hair than I do, although my hair is thinner than his. One of his favorite jokes (at least before I escaped the closet) was to make fun of my bold spot by saying that when I would have kids, they would call him daddy and me grandfather. Needless to say, this he found hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/1600/IMG_0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/320/IMG_0535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Conveniently, my father's birthday is before a national holiday in Iceland, first of May, so it's always possible to party on his birthday. That's kind of what I'm planning to do, because my dear friend Kristen has invited me to celebrate her 28th birthday over a few drinks. Happy birthday Kristen. I'm putting a picture of us in here - happy birthday. We are indeed photogenic together, and definitely I'm generally not photegenic at all, although I'm very hot of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later,&lt;br /&gt;yours Mr. Mumm &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/1600/Kristen%20and%20I%20%20international%20day%20okt%202005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/320/Kristen%20and%20I%20%20international%20day%20okt%202005.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114637040874987598?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114637040874987598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114637040874987598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114637040874987598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114637040874987598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114601761162154679</id><published>2006-04-25T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:13:31.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taka tvö</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/1600/ClassicSaimaMummi-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2265/2244/200/ClassicSaimaMummi-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There we go!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture is taken in August 2004 in the first party held in Bowers (at my school) soon after Mods. This party was a start of a very special relationship between the Empires of Pakistan and Iceland.  The floor in Bowers can be very slippery. Cheers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later... Mr. Mumm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114601761162154679?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114601761162154679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114601761162154679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114601761162154679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114601761162154679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/04/taka-tv.html' title='Taka tvö'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114601729912687898</id><published>2006-04-25T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:08:19.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture...</title><content type='html'>Trying to put in pictures. Chose this one, don't know why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114601729912687898?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114601729912687898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114601729912687898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114601729912687898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114601729912687898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/04/picture.html' title='Picture...'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114601699561224162</id><published>2006-04-25T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:03:15.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixed!</title><content type='html'>Wahoo and wohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve not been able to access my own blogsite for almost a month. Even Saima couldn’t help me. Then something happened and here I am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write more later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mumm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114601699561224162?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114601699561224162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114601699561224162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114601699561224162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114601699561224162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/04/fixed.html' title='Fixed!'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114403059358594530</id><published>2006-04-02T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:16:33.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone who came last night to celebrate our birthdays. I had such a good time. This reminded me of Icelandic parties - we didn’t stop drinking until 6am, about the time the sun came up. Nicely done folks. By that time I almost had sold Dylan’s bike for $400 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with the rest of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114403059358594530?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114403059358594530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114403059358594530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114403059358594530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114403059358594530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/04/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114382535106036921</id><published>2006-03-31T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T12:15:51.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinueldar og afmæli</title><content type='html'>Sveitin mín brennur og ég ligg uppi í rúmi í fjarlægu landi og get ekkert gert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Núna er verið að berjast við að verja fæðingarheimili eins elsta vinar míns, Hönnu í Hundastapa, eða Suddabadda eins og ég kallaði Hundastapa þegar ég var lítill þar sem ég gat ekki sagt Hundastapi. Maður bara vonar og vonar hið besta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og ég uppi í rúmi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til hamingju með afmælið Ella gella í Borgarnesi og takk fyrir kveðjuna. Vinkona mín hérna á líka afmæli í dag og við ætlum að skreppa til New York. Það er eins og það sé komið vor, um 15 stiga hiti á daginn og yndislegt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Framundan er mikil veisla hjá mér og Sæmu til að halda upp á afmælin okkar. Fólk hefur verið boðað að koma hingað á Wooster annað kvöld og bjórkútar verið pantaðir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ykkar einlægur,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114382535106036921?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114382535106036921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114382535106036921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114382535106036921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114382535106036921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/03/sinueldar-og-afmli.html' title='Sinueldar og afmæli'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114243325051591947</id><published>2006-03-15T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T09:34:10.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enn af umhverfismálum - sorp og endurvinnsla</title><content type='html'>Langaði bara að vekja athygli fólks á sniðugri samkeppni sem nú er í gangi í háskólum í Bandaríkjunum, þó svo að ekki taki allir þátt. Keppnin snýst um að endurvinna úrgang/sorp/rusl í sem mestum mæli og minnka magn sorps. Allir eru þátttakendur því endurvinnsla og sorpúrgangur er mældur sem meðaltal á hvern einstakling. Eins og svo oft áður líta Yalearar á Harvard sem sinn helsta keppinaut í þessu, og hafa ekki roð í þá Bostonbúa. Hins vegar þætti mér eðlilegra að keppa að því að vera landsmeistari í þessu en ekki bara miða sig við Harvard. Hins vegar liggur hér að baki aldagamall rígur sem skemmtilegt er að viðhalda því hann er að sjálfsögðu í góðu, svona eins og saklaus hrepparígur gerist bestur heima á Íslandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verkefnið heitir Recyclemania og má kynna sér málið hér: &lt;a href="http://www.recyclemaniacs.org/"&gt;http://www.recyclemaniacs.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Njótið heil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seinna...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mumm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114243325051591947?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114243325051591947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114243325051591947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114243325051591947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114243325051591947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/03/enn-af-umhverfismlum-sorp-og.html' title='Enn af umhverfismálum - sorp og endurvinnsla'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114239199622569117</id><published>2006-03-14T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:06:36.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stefnumótun Yale vegna útlosunar gróðurhúsalofttegunda</title><content type='html'>Það er ánægjulegt að sjá að ýmsar stofnanir, bæjarfélög, borgir og einstaka fylki hér í Bandaríkjunum hafa lagt nokkra vinnu í að móta stefnu í loftlagsmálum (climate policy). Sérstaklega er þetta gleðiefni í ljósi afstöðu alríkisstjórnarinnar undir forystu George W. Bush yngri, þar sem þessu efnahags- og umhverfisvandamáli er lítill gaumur gefinn. Sum fylki hafa mótað stefnu í þessum málum og sett sér takmörk um minnkun á losun gróðurhúsalofttegunda (GHG).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Í haust setti háskólinn minn fram stefnu í þessum málum. Markmiðið er að árið 2020 verði losun GHG 10% lægra en hún var árið 1990. Þetta er í samræmi við svipaðar áætlanir í Connecticut og fleiri ríkjum í Nýja Englandi. Þriggja ára verkáætlun gerir ráð fyrir að minnka losun um 15% á heimavistum skólans og 10% í öðrum byggingum (þetta er auðvitað minna en 10% lækkun frá 1990). Þessu á að reyna að ná fram m.a. með sparneytnari orkunotkun og betri nýtingu og með því að auka hlut endurnýjanlegra orkugjafa sem ekki fela í sér brennslu kolefnissambanda (en þau eru hluti af gróðurhúsalofttegundunum). Hluti þessara aðgerða taka til fræðslu til nemenda og starfsmanna um hvernig megi spara orku, en það hefur t.d. oft vakið furðu mína hversu algengt er að allir ofnar séu á fullu og gluggar galopnir á sama tíma. Þeir eru ekki miklir Þjóðverjar í sér Bandaríkjamenn. Einnig eru hús hérna með eindæmum illa einangruð.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Þegar hefur tekist að draga úr orkunotkun á heimavistunum um rúmlega 9% síðan í haust (það þýðir ekki 9% minnkun á útlosun GHG). Það má þó gera ráð fyrir að hluti þessarar minni orkunotkunar sé einnig tengdur því hversu hlýtt hefur verið hér í vetur. En ánægjuleg tala eftir sem áður. Sá sparnaður sem háskólinn hlýtur af þessum aðgerðum (minni orkukaup) verður nýttur til þess að fjárfesta í endurnýjanlegum orkugjöfum. Yale er á meðal fyrstu háskóla í Bandaríkjunum til að taka upp svona stefnu og setja mælanleg markmið fram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Þess ber þó að geta að þrátt fyrir stefnumótun nokkurra fylkja og borga hér í landi, þá eru þau markmið sem þau setja fram aldrei nándar nærri því nógu metnaðarfull og komast ekki í hálfkvisti við markmið sem Bretar og Þjóðverjar hafa til að mynda sett fram. En vonandi eru þau raunsæ. Í þessum málum er lítið betra en ekkert. Sú reynsla og þekkingaröflun sem verður til við þetta starf er ómetanleg, sérstaklega ef þekkingunni er komið til almennings og hún nýtt til menntunar og til þess að breyta viðhorfum fólks. Mikill munur er á því hvernig Bandaríkjamenn og Evrópubúar skynja þau vandamál og hættur sem stafa af hlýnun loftlags, en hinir síðarnefndu eru óneitanlega mun betur að sér í þessum málum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég segi bara: Go Yale - Bush you might wonna catch up with what your old College is doing.&lt;br /&gt;Fyrir þá sem vilja kynna sér stefnu Yale sem að ofan er nefnd er bent á þessa heimasíðu. Eitthvað er að finna um þetta þar: &lt;a href="http://www.yale.edu/sustainability/"&gt;http://www.yale.edu/sustainability/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifið heil...&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mumm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114239199622569117?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114239199622569117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114239199622569117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114239199622569117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114239199622569117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/03/stefnumtun-yale-vegna-tlosunar.html' title='Stefnumótun Yale vegna útlosunar gróðurhúsalofttegunda'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114222191365734355</id><published>2006-03-12T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:51:53.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dagur heilags Patriks</title><content type='html'>Í sakleysi mínu ákvað ég að hitta vinkona mína og fá mér með henni heitt súkkulaði á kaffihúsi í dag. Við ákváðum að hittast niður í bæ. Það tók sinn tíma að ganga þessa átta mínútna leið því í dag er dagur heilags Patriks. Því fagna menn (í merkingunni menn og konur) hér með því að fara í skrúðgöngu, klæðast grænu og drekka frá því eldsnemma morguns og þar til þeir líða út af í ölvímu sinni, venjulega vel fyrir kvöldmjaltir. Samkvæmt alríkislögum er bannað að drekka áfengi eða láta sjást í umbúðir með áfengi í á almannafæri hér í Bandaríkjunum. En greinilega á þessum degi er horft fram hjá slíku því nánast hver einasti maður var að drekka og mikill skarkali. Venjulega er fólk hér ekki áberandi drukkið á götum úti, enda getur maður komist í kast við lögin ef slíkt hendir mann. Heppinn ég að hafa alltaf farið mér hægt í drykkju! Skemmtilegast þótti mér að sjá fólk með kælibox á hjólum sem það dróg á eftir sér og gat fengið sér kaldan bjór þegar það vildi. Kaninn er ekki alvitlaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hér í New Haven virtust vera samankomnir íbúar borgarinnar en einnig fólk úr nágrannabæjunum og ég hef aldrei séð svona marga hér á ferli, enda einkabílaeign mikil hér. Hér í landi virðist heldur ekki gilda sú almenna regla að eftir einn ei aki neinn, því alltof algengt er að fólk keyri eftir jafnvel nokkra drykki eða jónur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Það virðast flestir græða á þessum degi. Barirnir opna fyrir hádegi, pylsusalar eru á hverju horni, blöðrusalar freista barnanna með blöðrum af margskonar lit og lögun, flestar grænar, grænir bangsar af ýmsum gerðum eru til sölu, hattar og skraut á hverju götuhorni. Einstaka maður klæddist skotapilsi, sekkjapípu"spilarar" voru algengir í göngunni sjálfri osfrv. Ég fór út á götu um þrjúleytið og þá voru flestir orðnir svo fullir að maður gat ekki séð hvort fólk skemmti sér vel eða ekki, en svo virtist nú samt vera. Undarlegt að upplifa svonalagað hér þar sem bannað er að drekka á götum úti. Það var þó ekki laust við að þetta minnti mig á Reykjavík eða Akureyri um góða helgi eftir að skemmtistöðum lokar (amk eins og það var áður en opnunartímar lengdust - og ég var ungur). Nema það var miður dagur. Litli maðurinn hagnast líka því bjórdósir og flöskur eru út um allt og fátæklingar týna þær upp og geta gert sér von um að eiga fyrir mat eða drykk þennan dag. Hér er því í raun og veru boðskapur kristindómsins í hnotskurn sinni - þeir sem meira eiga "gefa" þeim sem minna hafa. Eftir stendur borgin öll í rusli og drasli því fólkið virðist ekki hafa mikla tilfinningu fyrir því hvar ruslatunnur er að finna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Svona er lífið í New Haven í dag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Þar til síðar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ykkar Mummi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114222191365734355?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114222191365734355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114222191365734355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114222191365734355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114222191365734355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/03/dagur-heilags-patriks.html' title='Dagur heilags Patriks'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114124455113335293</id><published>2006-03-01T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T15:22:31.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skalli, álver og vorannarfrí</title><content type='html'>Hvað er það við mars sem er svona merkilegt? Jú, maður eldist um eitt ár í lok þessa mánaðar ár hvert. Og þá fer einnig fram árleg talning á hárunum á höfðinu á mér. Ég setti mér það markmið í lok nóvember að við talninguna í ár yrði ég búinn að ná balance í þessu og að ári hefði þeim fjölgað. Ég keypti þess vegna sterkustu blönduna af Rogaine sem finnst á markaðnum. Rogaine er hármeðal sem á að endurvekja hárvöxt hjá karlmönnum (á höfðinu!). Pabbi hans Dylans hefur notað þetta í mörg ár og þar sem hann er læknir ákvað ég að treysta þessu, annars hef ég verið afar skeptískur á allt svona, rétt eins og flestar nýjungar yfirhöfuð.  Nú bíð ég bara spenntur eftir nýjustu tölum, ekki ósvipað og Húsvíkingar biðu eftir yfirlýsingu Alcoa í morgun vegna álversins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Það er mér sífelld undrun að íslensk stjórnvöld skuli stefna að því að gera út af við útflutningsgreinar eins og sjávarútveg og margskonar hátækniiðnað, að ógleymdri ferðaþjónustunni, með áframhaldandi stóriðjustefnu sinni. Mér verður líka hugsað til skuldbindinga Íslendinga vegna Kyoto bókunarinnar og er spurn hvort sú koltvíoxíðsmengun sem fylgir álverum rúmist innan þess kvóta sem við höfum samkvæmt bókuninni (en við fengum 10% aukinn kvóta miðað við útlosun árið 1990, meðan flest önnur vestræn iðnríki þurftu að minnka útlosun). Það er margt skrítið í kýrhausnum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Það styttist í vorannarfrí hjá mér (2 dagar). Flórída var álitlegur viðkomustaður en plön breyttust sökum kostnaðar. Það er til nokkuð sem heitir lastminute.com og hljómar alveg rosalega vel, en hverskonar last minute er það sem krefst viku fyrirvara!!!??? Ég held stundum að heimurinn sé ekki tilbúinn fyrir fólk eins og mig, fólk sem tekur ákvarðanir á síðustu stundu, er alveg rosa spontant og lifir lífinu á ystu nöf eins og segir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Góðir hálsar,&lt;br /&gt;later...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mumm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114124455113335293?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114124455113335293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114124455113335293&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114124455113335293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114124455113335293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/03/skalli-lver-og-vorannarfr.html' title='Skalli, álver og vorannarfrí'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-114066389288998740</id><published>2006-02-22T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:04:52.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts about Farting</title><content type='html'>I’ve been reading one of Dylan’s books called ‘Why Do Men Have Nipples?’. I find it a funny read. Judging from the title of the book, it should not surprise anyone that this book has something on farting. A short section is devoted to why beans (and other veggies) give you gas. In short the reason is because beans and some vegetables contain a high percentage of indigestible oligosaccharides (sugars). So they go: “Notice the abundance of vegetables on the fart-producing list. That is why those vegetarians are always passing wind in yoga class as they contort themselves into weird positions” (Kristen I remember some strange odour when we were taking yoga classes together but I always thought that was me not you, need to reconsider that). Anyway, this is my quote of the day. Quickly responding to this, I have reduced my bean consumption to begin with. Now when I buy my burrito for lunch, I ask them to give me no beans! One has to think about the green house gas emissions too! However, I still fart like I’m being paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those interested, I finished my last exam today for my entire stay here at Yale. I feel good about that. Only 89 days to the graduation ceremony. Spring break is coming up in a week. I was so “lucky” that I ended up having to give a presentation immediately after spring break, so I don't know how much a break it's going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you some more thoughts on different farting aspects later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later…&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mumm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-114066389288998740?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/114066389288998740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=114066389288998740&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114066389288998740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/114066389288998740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/02/facts-about-farting.html' title='Facts about Farting'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-113999045121714901</id><published>2006-02-15T02:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:00:26.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Business</title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a rather productive day, I went with Saima and Rita to Hot Tomatoes for &lt;strong&gt;a drink&lt;/strong&gt;. And really, it was only three drinks. I met with my supervisor today and I had a very fruitful discussion with him on my master's project. Saima believes I'm in love with him, but truly I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a little tipsy, I volunteered to be an international panelist in some kind of a discussion on queer things. The problem is that I don't know when or where, I only know that it's happening tomorrow. I don't know if I have really anything to contribute to that discussion, but still I feel that I would have wanted to know someone in a similar position as I was in when I was thinking about stuff. Luisa, you should have acted on your impulse right away when you first met me. I should really consider to go back into the closet just for you darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other stuff. I'm kind of worried that my skull does not tolerate the Rogaine. Perhaps I'll just have to live with the fact that genetically I'm supposed to be a sexy bald man. Let's face the reality like we did with the snow in my last posting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, nothing on the weather, nothing on my ongoing greenhouse gas emissions. I'm obviously loosing track. I'll catch up with stuff later. I recently had a severe diarrhea and vomiting, but enough is enough as I've been told more often than I remember. Although I wonder if my diarrhea is God's punishment for liking guys, use your imagination to figured out why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;love to nature and humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mumm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-113999045121714901?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/113999045121714901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=113999045121714901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/113999045121714901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/113999045121714901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-in-business.html' title='Back in Business'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22330379.post-113972272123253047</id><published>2006-02-12T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:42:20.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It´s snowing again</title><content type='html'>Welcome back reality. I knew that the 'no snow, no cold' delusion would not last forever. The weather has been so good all January and February. It seems to be over kids. Let´s go out and play in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I welcome all of you to my new blogsite and this first posting of mine. I´ll probably write in Icelandic at most times. However, to honour my dear friend Saima P. Baig, my first posting is in English and Urdu (Humanty, nei nei). Saima and I do not spend so much time together anymore because we´ve stopped drinking and now we work most of the time. So, I want her to be able to know what´s going on in my life upstairs and now she can comment on it from downstairs through my blogsite. That's why I'll blog in English every now and then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blogsite should enable all of you to watch my last months in New Haven from distance. I'm very likely to talk a lot about the weather, about my bowel movements, farting experiences and the related greenhouse gas emissions. Sometimes I fart so much that I wish I was a cow in India or Nepal where cows are holy and no one can say anything when they fart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish all of you good night and hope you'll have sweet dreams. It's a pity that no one knows about my blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later... Mr. Mumm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22330379-113972272123253047?l=mummimyri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/feeds/113972272123253047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22330379&amp;postID=113972272123253047&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/113972272123253047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22330379/posts/default/113972272123253047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mummimyri.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-snowing-again.html' title='It´s snowing again'/><author><name>Mummi Mýri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16074970754060983903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
