Accursed circumstance!

Today has been a day of accursed circumstance, as the title of this post suggests. Accursed how? Well, allow me to enumerate:

First) The class trip to Þingvellir and Reykholt on Friday has been postponed for a couple of weeks, as we here on the Isle are getting the remnants of Hurricane Irene slammed into us.

Well, slammed isn't the correct word; gently wafted is more accurate, but it doesn't sound as impressive. Either way, no trip until the 15th, which does have the upside of me being able to then get a camera for it. So that's nice.

Second) I am dying. Slowly. Uncomfortably.

Well, that may be hyperbolic. I have a cold. It's the standard 'starts in my brain, moves to my chest and then to my nose' plague which I come down with every six months or so. It reduced me to a dribbling, shivering husk a few days ago. Now all I need to deal with are nasal issues too graphic to describe here. However, it does irritate me greatly.

Third) I'm still in limbo with the Útlendingastofnun. We're scanning and sending copies of my OSAP papers to see if that will satisfy them.

This one actually does torque me off quite badly. I mean, I'm not sure what else they want from me at this point.

Four) The part of my brain that is churning through my thesis idea gets all up in the grill of the part of my brain that actually needs to analyze historical information in an apolitical (or at least non-Marxist) fashion. Not everything is about class struggle and the conflict between ecclesiastical and lay power systems.*

Fifth) Torfi mentioned translations as a viable Thesis Project. This caused the other part of my brain that churns through project ideas to start jumping up and down and shouting "Hávamál! Translate Hávamál, you mankey bastard! DO IT!"

This could be good, but I'd need to justify just why a new translation of Hávamál is needed, which could be tricky.**

So yes, this is how things have been going thus far.

*I lied.  It is.
**Because it's an awesome poem and provides a good amount of insight not only into the mentality of the 11th C. ruling class, but it also presents the sort of Viking Ideal, much like a Viking 138 Commandments and 26 commentaries on the Runes and Magic