In the weeks leading up to my trip to Iceland, I couldn't stop thinking about Neil Gaiman's American Gods. It's been my favorite book ever since an amazing friend loaned it to me in the fall of 2001, and it was heavy on my mind as I prepared for my excursion to the glaciers and … Continue reading Pilgrimage to Iceland
This marks my descent into stranger territories, which oughta be good because I haven't exactly been trying to pass myself off as a stable, normal, well-adjusted creature in the first place. I mean, Lokian nun on the path to becoming a Gyðja, etc etc. I'm pretty normal for a religious nut, but, you know. Borderline … Continue reading Oh, Okay Then. . .