12.12.2023 | 15:42
The Painter and the Bomb (special edition)
Jón was a painter, but not a famous one. He lived in a small town in the south of Iceland, where he worked as a teacher and painted in his spare time. He loved to capture the beauty of nature, the colors of the sky, the shapes of the mountains, the reflections of the water. He had a modest talent, but a great passion. He had a friend, Bjarni, who was a goldsmith and a farmer. They had met at a local market, where they had exchanged their crafts and stories. They had become good friends, and often visited each other's homes and workshops. They shared a common interest in art and history, and enjoyed talking about their dreams and ideas. One day, they decided to go for a walk along a country road, to enjoy the fresh air and the scenery. They took their tools with them, in case they found something interesting or inspiring. Jón carried his easel, his canvas, and his paints, while Bjarni carried his hammer, his anvil, and his metals. They walked and talked, admiring the landscape and the weather. It was a sunny day, with a few clouds in the sky. They felt happy and relaxed, as if nothing could disturb their peace. But then, something did. Something unexpected and terrifying. Something that changed their lives forever. They heard a loud noise, like a thunderclap, coming from above. They looked up and saw a plane, a big and dark one, flying low and fast. They recognized it as a German bomber, one of those that had been attacking the British and American bases in Iceland. They felt a surge of fear and anger, as they realized that they were in danger. They saw the plane drop something, something that looked like a metal cylinder, something that they knew was a bomb. They saw it fall towards the ground, towards them. They had no time to react, no time to run, no time to hide. They only had time to scream. The bomb landed beside a shed, a few meters away from them. It exploded, creating a huge blast that shook the earth and the air. It sent a wave of fire and shrapnel, that tore everything apart. It destroyed the shed, the road, the fields, and everything else in its vicinity. Jón and Bjarni were thrown to the ground, by the force of the explosion. They felt a sharp pain, as they were hit by the debris and the heat. They lost consciousness, as they were covered by the dust and the smoke. They survived, by a miracle. They were found by some farmers, who heard the explosion and came to help. They were taken to a hospital, where they were treated for their wounds and burns. They recovered, after a long and painful process. They lived, but they were never the same. Jón lost his sight, as his eyes were damaged by the blast and the shrapnel. He could no longer see the beauty of nature, the colors of the sky, the shapes of the mountains, the reflections of the water. He could no longer paint, his greatest joy and passion. He became blind, and bitter. Bjarni lost his hand, as it was severed by the blast and the shrapnel. He could no longer work with his metals, his hammer, and his anvil. He could no longer create his beautiful and intricate jewelry, his pride and skill. He became crippled, and depressed. They lost their friendship, as they drifted apart. They blamed each other, and themselves, for their misfortune. They felt guilty, and angry, and hopeless. They could no longer talk, or laugh, or dream. They became strangers, and enemies. They lost their peace, as they lived in fear and hatred. They hated the Germans, who had dropped the bomb. They hated the British and the Americans, who had brought the war to their land. They hated the world, that had become a nightmare. They hated themselves, for being alive. They lost their lives, as they died inside. They died, long before their bodies did.
Bloggar | Breytt s.d. kl. 15:44 | Slóð | Facebook | Athugasemdir (0)
11.12.2023 | 14:38
The prime of life
David had always dreamed of becoming a successful lawyer. He worked hard in school, aced his exams, and landed a prestigious job at a top law firm. He was confident, ambitious, and driven. He had everything he wanted in life: a beautiful wife, a spacious apartment, and a promising career. But then, everything changed. One day, he received a phone call from his doctor, who told him that he had a rare and aggressive form of cancer. He was shocked and devastated. He had only a few months to live. He felt like his life was over. He decided to quit his job and spend his remaining time with his wife and family. He tried to be positive and grateful, but he couldn't help feeling angry and bitter. He wondered why this had happened to him, why he had to suffer so much, why he had to die so young. He started to question everything he had done in his life. He wondered if he had wasted his time and talents on a meaningless career. He wondered if he had neglected his wife and family for his work. He wondered if he had missed out on the true joys of life. He realized that he had never really lived. He had never traveled the world, never pursued his passions, never followed his dreams. He had never taken any risks, never faced any challenges, never overcome any obstacles. He had never grown, never learned, never changed. He wished he could go back in time and do things differently. He wished he could have a second chance at life. He wished he could make the most of his prime of life. But he knew it was too late. He knew he had to accept his fate. He knew he had to say goodbye to his loved ones. He knew he had to face death. He closed his eyes and took his last breath.
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9.2.2020 | 14:45
Það eru ekki svellin.
Kom að sunnan á fimmtudaginn var austur á Seyðisfjörð. Það hafði gert hnjúkaþey á fimmtudeginum þannig að mestan snjó hafði tekið upp og götur því svo til auðar. Klaki þó á gangstéttum og túnum. Leikritið Skarfur var sýnt á Seyðisfirði um helgina og Miðflokkurinn hélt stjórnmálafund um sveitarstjórnarmál og landsbyggðarmál. Mæltist flestum vel en mestur fengur var þó í orðum fyrrum forsætisráðherra Sigmundar Davíðs Gunnlaugssonar, en hann kvaðst fylgjandi Fjarðarheiðargöngum. Gaman verður að heyra hvað hann segir eftir heimsókn í Fjarðabyggð sem fyrirhuguð er á mánudaginn 10. febrúar.
Samgöngur | Breytt s.d. kl. 14:50 | Slóð | Facebook | Athugasemdir (0)
14.5.2019 | 11:11
Norræna hefur komið til Seyðisfjarðar vikulega í allan vetur.
Ferjan Norræna hefur komið til Seyðisfjarðar skv. áætlun á hverjum þriðjudegi í allan vetur og farið á miðvikudagskvöldum. Svo mun verða áfram þar til sumaráætlun hefst um miðjan júní.
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Norræna komin til Seyðisfjarðar |
Tilkynna um óviðeigandi tengingu við frétt |
Samgöngur | Breytt s.d. kl. 11:12 | Slóð | Facebook | Athugasemdir (0)
21.11.2018 | 14:49
I remember
I remember waking up this morning not being sure if I was alive or dead or if I was rely just dreaming. I remember my wife lying beside me, but it wasn´t actually my wife but rather Elisabeth Taylor. I remember being a bit confused as Miss Taylor is no longer among us, so I guess I was not yet awake. I remember waking up again or at least I thought I had and then I was standing in my bathroom with the toothbrush stuck up my nose so at that point I gathered I must be asleep still. I remember the next minute I was out the door and the neighbour cat attacked me on my way to the car, which took me by surprise as we are pretty good friends. I remember I had my shotgun in my hand luckily and was able to scare the cat away which was good because this was no ordinary cat but a Puma that had gotten of the Car-ferry Norrönna escaping from a Circus that was headed for Reykjavik. I remember there were also elephants on the loose which I came across on my way to work and many people were running wild to get away from them. I remember the elephants tearing up trees and lampposts all over town and throwing cars around as if they were merely toys. I remember the Rescue Team coming in trying to fight of the wild animals. I remember that in the middle of all this there was an earthquake and the earth was ripped apart which was good in away because all the animals were thrown in to the cracks that the eruption made. I remember that I went inside my workplace when this was over and had a good strong cup of coffee . I remember that once again I woke up after having this cup of coffee. I remember that then and there I remembered that on my way to work I had seen these bright lights which I imagine may have caused all this and that maybe this was all planted in my head by Aliens.
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1.11.2018 | 15:49
Days of darkness
Deep into the night
creeps the creature that hunts
other humans and sucks out their blood
until they all become sombies,
walking around town with emty expressions on their faces
trying to eat everyone they meet.
There is a discount in the local Supermarket.
Why dont they go there and buy Haggis?
Deep into the night
Creep the aliens witch
came this morning
in their shiny cicarshabed ships
Hunting the sombies
that bought up the Haggisstock
of the local Supermarket
last week
Deep into the night
crolles the commercial man
that lost his job
because of the sommbies
that destroyed his Haggis department
in the Supermarket.
Only to find one leg of a
deteriorating alien.
Deep into the night
goes the capitain of the cruser
looking for the old passangers
that the aliens
mistook for sommbies
the other day...
Ljóð | Breytt 12.12.2023 kl. 15:52 | Slóð | Facebook | Athugasemdir (0)
21.10.2018 | 16:52
Rakst á grein í BT sem vekur athygli.
Merkileg grein í BT með hliðsjón af fyrirhuguðum breytingum á innheimtu opinberra gjalda á Íslandi, en til stendur að flytja innheimtuna frá Tollsjóra til Ríkisskattstjóra.
https://www.berlingske.dk/politik/efter-skandale-paa-skandale-regeringen-lukker-skat-naeste-aar
18.10.2018 | 10:40
Eitraða barnið.
Var að klára "Eitraða barnið", eftir Guðmund S. Brynjólfsson. Hafði gaman af lestrinum þó að Kolbrún hafi ekki mælt með henni í Kiljunni hjá Agli. Get reyndar fallist á ýmislegt í hennar gagnrýni t.a.m. varaðandi lýsingar á ofbeldisverkum, plott o.fl., en eftir sem áður var þetta fyrir mig athyglisverð lesning og að mörgu leyti skemmtilega saman sett bók. Sérstaklega hafði ég gaman af orðbragðinu hjá pabba gamla þegar hann er að lesa yfir syni sínum fyrir að vera mannvænlegur og bölvaður ónytjungur og fyllibytta allt í senn. Kannski er það vegna þess að ég var þeirrar lukku aðnjótandi að heyra höfundinn lesa þennan kafla bókarinnar í Húsinu á Eyrarbakka, sem setti allt í samhengi í huga mínum sem lesanda. Takk fyrir. Hlakka til framhaldsins en þetta er trílógía og ég bíð spenngtur eftir næstu bók.
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3.2.2018 | 21:24
Tilboð um innblástur.
Fékk tilboð um innblástur fyrir færslur á þetta blogg,
Ekki veitir nú af. Eitthvert hóks þó. Hunsaði það enda verð ég seint bloggari. Takk samt.
28.8.2017 | 20:44
Orkuveituhúsið
Jæja þá er komið að okkur neytendum að borga fyrir bruðlið í flottræflunum. Af hverju í ósköpunum dugði Orkuveitunni ekki að hafa sínar skrifstofur í hæveskri byggingu. Hvaða vit er svo i að neytendur eigi að borga brúsann. Maður bara spyr sig.