I'm gimping today. This much-repaired back still doesn't like it when I do normal things for extended periods of time, I guess. Swapping out the winter tires on both cars was the biggest back-bender and the one I'm paying for the most. It is good to have that done, though, and the Miata is much happier with those heavy winter tires gone. Like shedding boots for tennis shoes, it adds a little extra spring to the step. Things are now back to zoom-zoom instead zlog-zlog.
The music was all Sigur Rós this morning. I guess I hadn't changed the iPod from Friday afternoon in-the-office-concentration mode. The songs this morning translate (more or less), in order: seafairer, fljótavík, so silent, and track 6 (from the album ( ) in which all the tracks are simply numbered). Fljótavík doesn't seem to translate directly, and appears to be one of Sigur Rós' "hoplandic" songs, but I'm guessing it springs from the Icelandic word for floating, fljótandi. The lyrics themselves are about a sailing trip, which supports that theory.
Hoplandic, a made-up set of Icelandic-like sounds that Sigur Rós' lead vocalist Jonsí frequently uses, seems just about right for this Monday. It doesn't pretend to be anything in particular, doesn't distract me from the work at hand, but still carries the form and thrust of the melody.
The full playlist:
- Sigur Rós: Saeglopur
- Sigur Rós: Fljótavík
- Sigur Rós: Svo Hljott
- Sigur Rós: Track 6
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