1 Week in Parad-Iceland by Diana Khoi Nguyen

Insane that nearly a week has past now. I feel happy, calm, and in full spirits to be here--not boiling over the top glee, but the slow contentment that can burn through the night, for years of nights. Productive calm, I'd call it.

I feel a bit in a rut at the moment--chiefly due to procrastination at getting some less fun writing done--gotta shell out a micro poetry review and also some Fulbright essays. Will do this weekend so I can be free to make art! And hunker down to revise poems. Am lazy. Am moor--than lazy.

Have also spent more time on walks exploring the town--I love it! The views from my room and studios are killer--love seeing the river and ocean and mountains in the background.

Next weekend is the big international sheep/wool conference, held in Iceland for the first time. I get to attend all the events and at the end, go along on their bus ride through the Highlands back to Reykjavik, where I hope to do an excursion to Landmannalauger. That geothermal creek/pond looks incredible and that alone sold me on that particular excursion. I had a hard time deciding between those colorful mountains and the glacier lagoon of Jokulsarlon. I have total FOMO here, and it's apt. The time-window is closing to do these excursions as summer season ends right about now and winter begins and things become limited in terms of tours.

But! During the sheep conference I'll get to go help herd sheep and be among all the wool my little heart desires.

I'll leave you with two audio postcards recorded during my hike on a small island just across from the N1 gas station (huge meeting spot/hub/place to eat/only place to gather in town).

Pack Life by Diana Khoi Nguyen

It would be insulting to anyone paying attention for me to apologize for lack of posts/updates--since it's highly likely that I'll keep maintaining long intervals between posts!

Life! So busy! I lazy!

Major news: now have puppy in our tribe, and thus: pack life. Am light years happier, and a lot more tired. But fulfilling in a way I couldn't have imagined. So grateful to have little Beckett in our life. Will miss him immensely when I am away in Iceland.

I promise to document my travels in Iceland. Will temporarily rename blog: A Wild Sheep Chase, out of love for Murakami (obvs.)

For now, am trying to redeem self after pushing back start date of self-inflicted 30/30 from June 1 to June 15. Have been furiously trying to read/write notes of all books read since I moved into the Poets Cottage. Tiring work, but really inspiring material! I am thinking about possibly doing 15/15 then 15/15 in July. We'll see. I'll be doing it (separately, but simul) with dear friends Miriam Bird Greenberg and E.C. Belli (or Martin, depending).

And somehow will manage to be pup guardian/caretaker, freelance writing person, part-time jobber (Slifer House Museum archives, summer camp art teacher, occasional pharmacy worker).

Can't wait until Iceland. But I worry I'll be lonely and that perhaps it won't live up to my expectations. Sheep expectations.

List of isthmuses by Diana Khoi Nguyen

Because I am procrastinating in small spurts while trying to do the task of writing this dense/compact review of Joshua Marie Wilkinson's Swamp Isthmus , I have now decided to soon start a jewelry line that features brass/copper + rope concoctions called STRAIT ISTHMUS. Obviously, I need many day jobs and a nap.

But! I do find images of isthmuses to be rather lovely, so I'll leave you with this.


Neck Bruny Island

Neck Bruny Island

Now back to the review. 

Day 2/30: So it has begun! by Diana Khoi Nguyen

Turned in my first poem last night (late, actually--at 12:04am, which is technically day 2!)--and so the 30/30 challenge has begun!

Mondays are my Sundays, but instead of writing the poem at a proper time, I waited to start at 10pm! But did important pantry foraging, napping, etc. while housesitting JB's parents' apartment for the day.

This is definitely going to prove difficult to sustain throughout the month--my goal is to write the poems at work Tuesday-Saturday, and somehow fit it in on the weekend. I do have TONS! of notes from reading all those books in March, but I feel a bit overwhelmed.

The poems are posted here. As you can see, JB is participating as well. Which means both of us are under the gun all month and we'll have relatively no life/lives. But sleep we will, I hope.

Best find of yesterday while poem: