Declare Independence!

Declare Independence! Don't let them do that to you! ... Raise your flag! (Higher, higher!)

- Björk

Jesus, how trite to quote Björk in Iceland, but it is, after all, American Independence Day, and I'll be doing my best to not come across like a typical rudely patriotic American and just lay low.

I will admit, though, to being quite sad at not having been able to attend the Rash family's annual BBQ in Modesto. I look forward to that ever year and have since I was about 6 years old!

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It seems I have a curse. I break everything and disaster follows me.

Yesterday I saw a cat run over by a car. In public. Girls gasped and cried. The cat's front legs were crushed and, with an unmistakable pet collar jingling with it's convulsions, the maimed cat fought desperately to stand up, writhing, frothing...

My action was to just turn around. I felt mute. I didn't know how to dial emergency here in Iceland. I didn't even know if anyone would come to help the cat -- who seemed clearly doomed though alive through the pain.

I returned home and fried my Korg beatbox; I had forgotten to check that Icelandic wall current was much stronger.


Fuck the beatbox. I can't stop thinking about the cat.

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