Sunday was a perfect day out at the farm. Bright, not too hot, under a sky so blue and clear it looked as if it were out of a badly CGI’d fantasy. I rode Bowie, a red and white paint. Not Frisbee; I think I need to catch you all Read more…
“They laid down the king they had dearly loved, their tall ring-giver, in the center of the ship, the mighty by the mast. Great treasure was there, bright gold and silver, gems from far lands.” –“The Funeral of Scyld Scefing,” from Beowulf, translated by Howell D. Chickering, Jr. “Once [the Read more…
I lived in Iceland in the early 1980s during my junior year abroad. During the Christmas break I stayed with the family at Litla Sandvik, a farm in the south of Iceland near Selfoss. With the Eyjafjallajókull volcano causing flooding in the region, I’ve grown concerned about the family of Read more…