Perhaps the seven key-holders to the internet should safeguard this secret data. Or maybe not—we don’t want the internet to go all Lord of the Rings with misuse of power.
When I was a kid and travelled up to the big city, my sister and I would point out the car window and cry “dinosaurs” when pylons appeared on the hills. In this Icelandic dreamland, kids would shout “people!”
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Photographer Sean Stiegemeier: “So I saw all of these mediocre pictures of that volcano in Iceland nobody can pronounce the name of, so I figured I should go and do better.” Well, good job, Sean.
From the same chap who brought us the watch with actual moon dust and parts from Apollo 11, comes the timely (sorry) Icelandic Eyjafjallajökull watch. With – you guessed it – volcanic ash. Pretty fast, considering it only erupted last week.
Back in March 2009, Seydisfjordur, Iceland, was invaded by the weirdest and most zowielala plague there could be: music. Sony installed a ton of speakers of all shapes and forms everywhere, some of which I’ve never seen.
Maybe you don’t get over to Reykjavik very often, but the old Viking homestead is a crazy mix of old and modern architecture. Joining the skyline will be the Icelandic Opera House, an icy glass fortress that changes colours throughout the day. Designed by a man whose middle name is Thor, the transparent cube and enclosed 820-seat theatre are situated upon a hill known for its magical elf population. What now? Elves, you say?