This looks Icelandic: dsfjkl;asfjdskla;

Bjork -- did you guys know I met her?

In the Oakland airport the day after Kyle and I saw her play on Pier 42 in San Francisco a few years ago. First opening band was amazing: The Transiberian Orchestra. Prob 25 or so members... full strings/horns... DJs. Next came Bonnie Prince Billy, which could've been great except that on this particular night he was determined to play 15 identically sounding songs on his omnichord. Bjork fans were less than enthusiastic. Then came the little Icelanic powderpuff herself who danced and entertained while never missing a note. Fantastic show. And there were massive fireworks during a few songs.

... But yeah I met her at the airport and she was tiny and frightened of me.

Other famous people I've met: Rik Smits, Chris Martin, that ugly guy from Counting Crows who somehow dates only the most beautiful women, Jerry Springer, DJ Danger Mouse, Auntie Anne, John Grisham, Damien Rice, the mayor of Aalsmeer, Wayne Coyne from The Flaming Lips.

I have no idea why I wrote this post.

Oh wait, I just remembered. It's because I really want to go to Iceland but apparently the food there is unbelievably expensive. Like double London. Which is double New York. Which is double most cities in the U.S.

And apparently everyone there is upper-middle-class, which seems kind of impossible since middle class is a term describing a median standard of living.

And Bjork's mom apparently dresses like an Eskimo and wanders the streets saying strange things.