Doppleganger am Island/Babi in Iceland/101 Reykjavik

I love the idea of living in a country where you drift in and out of languages. It was something about the eyes, maybe the glasses, but no it was that shifty look, of soft half blue, half gray, half green eyes,,,,uh, or maybe it was that slight build, though taller by maybe a third of a foot. That slacker, maybe ambivalent, attitude, that sexhound on the sniff... though admittedly Babi is more industrious...

Perhaps, if you know someone, ambivalent maybe, and you're willing to sit through a movie where the english isn't subtitled, but maybe should be... Well I've seen only 2 or 3 icelandic movies, and I must say they've all been good... It's always like I'd rather be there... or one of them. It's amazing how the winters don't look cold.

And if you don't like the haircut, you have to at least like a couch that turns into a bathtub, you have to like the girl, who isn't english, nor american, (though maybe frenchcanadian... and well, american...), who only has a common language which is english, and yet has a sisterhood and brotherhood here... Golly gee, I wanted to be writing parking tickets in that sunshine at the end of the show.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, but maybe it intrigues you, you might check out 101 Reykjavik.... (Please feel free to correct my german.)