The Bucky-Gandhi Design Institution

The best damn apple pie of my life… in Iceland

from Hressingarskálinn (aka Hresso).

Looking for work in Reykjavik, Iceland

So I’m now officially looking for work in Iceland. I’m still not sure of how long I’m going to stay - I’ve rented a place, so it’s measured in “months” but the question is “months… or years?”

So far the environment is appealing. Butt-cold but not much worse than New York, and certainly nothing compared to Colorado (which I loved dearly) or Boston (meh.)

People are great - a lot like west coast Scots which isn’t all that surprising when you consider the history of the nation.

So this leaves the question of “what do I do?” Having been advising a friend on their web site I’m pretty sure that going back to tech even just for the money would be a serious hardship - the distance I have from the tech game having done hexayurts for six months full time really makes me see that it’s all a series of horribly glitchy work arounds for some really broken fundamental concepts. Rebuilding the web around RSYNC or SUBVERSION or some sensible protocol, say, and much more use of hashes for rapid content synchronization.

I wonder if IPV6 will provide a place to make that fix. Probably not
So if it’s not tech, what is it? Hexayurts, yes. Environmental consulting? Possibly, although I don’t have a degree. I’m wondering about “polish” translation - taking texts which have been translated by non-English speakers and adding the flair and detail which a good native speaker can add, but which is profoundly difficult for a non-Native speaker to add. Don’t know if it would pay, but realistically I think that international consulting on the ‘yurt is likely to be what really pays the bills. I think that I’m basically looking for a post for immigration reasons and basic expenses.

If you’re reading this and you think you might have work of some kind for me, please get in touch.

Map of Reykjavik

I live fairly near the top left hand corner of the red rectangle that marks the city center.

OK, ok…

I’ll start blogging again. Dammit.

So here’s the basic scoop. I’m in Iceland. I don’t know why I chose Iceland rather than, say, the South of France, but on arrival I recognized the place as somewhere that I could call home for a while or maybe a lifetime because there’s an energy here that’s very familiar, a sort of “go for it!” that’s quite American and quite Scottish and not much like anywhere else.

People are a bit clannish, much like west coast scots. I wonder if it’s a fishing thing.