One Year of Writing

Today marks the one year anniversary of me joining the WordPress blog community. Although I haven’t been active lately I intend to write more in the future. I want to use this anniversary to thank my followers for reading my ramblings and bad poetry and I hope you will stick with me in the future. 


Rick and Morty: Season 3!

Yeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhh motherf*ckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SEASON 3 IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But just kind of, one episode to quench our thirst. I seriously recommend the show to my readers, there’s something in there for everybody I think. 


I had to post something today, even if it was short.

Recently I have been thinking about the Icelandic language.
I thought about how often I feel like it is difficult to communicate personal feelings with it. It feels as if one is breaking a taboo and I sometimes switch over to English!

Is the Icelandic language just flawed?
Or, maybe it is just the fact that I switch to an another language for a brief moment to put on a different “persona,” distancing myself from the often awkward subject.

The Supernatural in Iceland

Given the season I think this is an excellent time to talk about famous haunted houses in Reykjavík. Iceland has a long history of ghosts, evil spirits, elves and monsters. Perhaps this is not all that surprising giving the country’s history of paganism and witch trials. Not to mention the darkness, which dominates the winter months. Don’t forget that darkness a bigger factor in people’s lives in the past, when the absence of modern electric lighting undoubtedly fueled people’s fear and imagination.

Without further introduction, here are three of my favorite haunted houses in Reykjavík.

Number one, Höfði Manor:

Slap dab in the middle of Reykjavík lies one of it’s most haunted houses, Höfði Manor (built in 1909). The building is undoubtedly best known for having hosted the 1986 Reagan and Gorbachev Cold War meeting and has for most of it’s history been used for official purposes. However, locals like talking about the buildings poltergeist which haunts it. Tales of strange and unexplained events are reported to this day but here is one that I found amusing; During the 1970s a tour-guide entertained guests with various ghost stories of the house to which one woman reportedly responded to in a cynical manner and scolded the guide for telling fibs. Moments later the woman raised a champagne glass she was holding above her head and showered herself with it’s contents. Afterwards she became very embarrassed and said that she had not been in control of her actions.    

Number two, The National Theater:

No proper theater is complete without a spooky ghost, and the Icelandic National Theater certainly has one. During the British invasion of Iceland in the spring of 1940 the theater was still under construction and the interior of the building was unfinished. The British Army took advantage of this fact and stored ammunition within the building’s thick concrete walls. According to legend, a British soldier stationed at the theater committed suicide. He then proceeded to haunt the building for years afterwards. The most haunted place in the building was the trench between the main stage and the audience. A fitting place for a soldier to haunt. 

Number three: Landakotskirkja (Landakot-church) and Landakotsskóli (Landakot-school).

These two buildings share a macabre history and play a shameful and sadly, a part of Reykjavík’s history unknown to outsiders. The church and school of Landakot were, until 2008 administered by the Catholic Church. The school’s headmaster and monseigneur of the church, father Ágúst George, and his lover the teacher Margrét Müller, ruled the school and church like their own petty fiefdom from the 1970s to the late 1990s. Before the duo’s death in 2008, accusations of widespread physical and sexual violence that took place during their tenure at the school began to surface. The scandal took Iceland by storm but the church defended the accused. Father Ágúst Georg died in 2008 before the case went to trial and Margrét Müller threw herself from the school’s tower. Her suicide took place early on a school morning, in full view of the children I might add.
Icelandic psychics are convinced that the area is haunted. They say that Margrét’s spirit wanders the courtyard trying to awaken her husband, which lies buried in the churches graveyard. However, she cannot breach the wall of sanctity that surrounds the church and graveyard. Thus, she is cursed to her miserable existence for all eternity. 

Where are the Angels?


Recently I stumbled on a documentary of sorts about “mole people” from the 1990’s. The Youtube title of the documentary is Subway Cops vs. Mole People,  however the real title of the documentary is Subway Cops and Mole Kings. The documentary is rather short and the quality is not what one has come to expect from Youtube, it seems the video was copied from a VHS tape onto digital format. Anyway, enough about the technicalities.

The documentary itself is hardly groundbreaking in terms of research and seems to simply be a dramatic delving into the world of the homeless rather than simple journalism. The viewer is taken down into the (literal) underworld of NYC in the 90s and is exposed to the terrible conditions of the average homeless person down there. However, where there is ugliness it does not mean there cannot be beauty as well. I found it enlightening to see that some of the homeless tried to make their dwellings look like home with books, radio and musical instruments being prized possessions. What stuck with me the most was a poem by Captain Bryan Henry of the NYPD who is the documentary’s “guide” of sorts. His poem is called The Mole King and this is a section from it;

How sad this human garbage, lost for all time.
Though breathing he is dead.
This Mole king who burrows through his  own waste for comfort is an absurdity to the universe and to all humanity.
Banished to a man made self imposed hell, he is to late for extrication.
He died long before he ruled this abyss.
Where are the angels.

For those who are interested here is the documentary;


Please let me know in the comments what you thought of the documentary.