I come from a decadent northern capital filled with artists, musicians, social critics, left-leaners and law-breakers. I'm proud to count myself among them. I'm Icelandic, but not overly so. I have an unfashionably strong predilection towards early 90s hip hop. My city is probably the only metropolitan village in the world. I work for a computer game company but I don't know how to write code. Please don't tell them that.
I'm a fan of words. My top five list is onomatopoeic, representative, tranquility, preponderance and luminous. Not necessarily in that order. I think when normal people say weird things it's funny, but when weird people say normal things it's sad. I like cats but dogs are smelly. Sometimes I pretend I'm a secret agent on an important mission when really I'm just walking to the store. I think "Gnarly Charlie Baston backing up the fliptop to load up the back at the Outback Flipout" is the greatest sentence ever.
When I'm a passenger in a car I picture a little guy running alongside, jumping all the obstacles he meets. Sometimes he's flattened by a road sign, but hey, that's life. I play the piano. I get epic headaches. I use too many semicolons. I can't tie a tie knot. I know jiu-jitsu. Suburban people call me bohemian. I don't know what bohemian people call me. I write stuff for a living, but I stole this blurb's style from a friend.
