Thursday, September 29, 2011

On the way to practice...

Tonight I was walking to our 9pm practice. It's about a 35 minute walk, but I don't mind--it's through downtown, and the walk is a scenic one. It was raining pretty hard though, so I was contemplating jumping on a bus--they are free all the time. What a concept. Unfortunately, I'd missed the last one on route #1 by five minutes. So, I decided to stop for a sandwich and mull things over. Shortly thereafter, and in typical Icelandic fashion, I was flagged down by a guy who knows me from the club, Elvar. He is an 'old boy', who plays just for fun. Anyhow, he was out in the rain, taking pictures with a pretty sophistimacated camera. Told me he likes to shoot in the rain, and asked to take 'my portrait'. So, in exchange for a ride to the rink, I allowed him this courtesy.
It was no sweat, really. Haha.
Everybody wins!


Truckin' in Iceland.

Today at about 8:55am, the phone rang. It was Einar, a guy from hockey. He drives a truck. Usually, around town, but today he was on a circuitous journey to pick up 700 kilograms of fish that had been 'forgotten' the night before in Reykjavik, and flown to a spot in rural Iceland, where they needed to be delivered to an even more rural spot. Apparently, a man was waiting. And he had wanted his damn 700 kgs of fish.
Anyhow, I hopped in with Einar, and we made the run, and had a good time. He is a nice fellow. Bit lonely, I think. About to become a father for the first time, so he's having to ease off the hockey, and take more jobs n' such.
I wish I could say there were some pictures of this jaunt, but owing to the fact that I was yanked out of bed at such an hour, I forgot my camera. Too bad too, because we even had the classic highway delay while a family of farmers herded sheep across the highway.
Next time! Tomorrow, I am off to Husavik, where the whale-watching/penis-museum is. Or I should say, was. I understand they're moving it to Reykjavik. Demand must be, um, virile.


Wednesday, September 28, 2011

From the Reykjavik Grapevine:


Doing Time In Iceland

The island's prison system explained
27.9.2011
Words by Anna Andersen
Photos by Róbert Reynisson
Given that the comedian Doug Stanhope has a gig at Iceland’s maximum-security prison (read this interview with him) at the end of September, we figured we would give you the low down—or something short of that—on Iceland’s prison system.

For starters, there are six facilities, which house an average of 137 convicts per day, according to data provided by the Prison Administration. That’s a prison population of about 43 per 100.000 inhabitants, which is a fairly small number compared to the United States' whopping 756 prisoners per 100.000 inhabitants. Most of them are there for drug-related charges, followed by embezzlement and forgery, violent crimes, sex offences, and traffic law violations.

Prisoners spend their days working, making for instance, tic tac toe games, benches, boxes, license plates and cement blocks (which are available for purchase at fangelsi.is), or attending school, which they can do in lieu of work. Prison and Probation Administration representative Hafdís Guðmundsdóttir says compensation varies significantly, but the average prisoner is making 28.000 ISK/month.

With this money they are expected to buy their own groceries and personal items. The iconic image of prisoners eating cafeteria-style meals together in a big dining hall is far from the reality in Iceland where prisoners cook their own meals, with the exception of Hegningarhúsið (on Skólavörðustígur in 101 Reykjavík), which lacks facilities.

Four star hotels


Though they’re not as luxurious as Norway’s Halden prison, which boasts a rock climbing gym, Iceland’s prisons have a reputation for being rather comfortable. As Hosmany Ramos said after his famous one-minute escape last year, “I’m not in prison here. This is like a four star hotel. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Granted, he was used to sharing a similar size cell with 30 to 40 prisoners in Brazil.

In Iceland, prisoners are given their own cell and are permitted to bring with them items like a radio, a CD player and speakers, a flat screen TV up to 26” or a tube TV up to 21,” a personal computer with a 23” flat screen, keyboard, printer, mouse and speakers, 150 CDs and DVDS with see-through cases, reading and writing material, and games. Furnished cells look very much like dorm rooms (though they are leagues above the rooms at UCLA, for instance, where nearly all freshman bunk up with at least one roommate in half the space).

After prisoners have fulfilled one third of their sentence, they can apply for leave from the prison as frequently as once per month to spend a day with family and friends or short-term leave to visit an ill relative, attend a funeral of a close relative, attend the birth, baptism or confirmation of his or her child, and “attend to particularly urgent personal interests.”

While this did not allow MP Árni Johnsen—who served two years at Kvíabryggja for buying linoleum (and other stuff) on the State’s dime for personal use—to go sing and play guitar at the Þjóðhátíð festival in Vestmannaeyjar, he didn’t seem to have it too rough. During his time there, he reportedly made 40 large-scale rock sculptures, wrote five books on various topics, and as bloggers remarked, “changed the prison into a multiple star hotel” by getting The Red Cross to buy the inmates new beds, which he personally picked out. At the time, Fréttablaðið reported that the same beds were being used at KEA, Hótel Loftleiðir, Hótel Saga and Hótel Ísland.

Soon after Árni was released, DV reported that he went on a vacation to the Caribbean with Kvíabryggja’s Head Prison Chief Geirmundur Vilhjálmsson, who is now ironically under investigation for embezzling prison funds to buy his personal groceries (among other things). Purchases rang up for 3,5 million ISK in the first ten months of 2010 compared to 1,4 million in 2009, and included “luxury” items like “chicken fillets, rainbow trout, candy and soda,” which “aren’t served in the prisons,” according to the story that appeared in Fréttablaðið.

Shortly after Geirmundur was put on leave in November 2010 (and given half pay), Fréttablaðið reported that officials found motorbikes, a four-wheeler and a few cars at Kvíabryggja, which also did not belong at the prison, explaining the prison’s purchases of spare car parts including 79 light bulbs, car enamel, and fuel for 750.000 ISK.

Of course, as a low-security facility, Kvíabryggja grants prisoners more freedom than the other prisons and so it is generally reserved for the trustworthiest of convicts. Interestingly, it came to light that prisoners there are allowed free use of their cell phones between 8:00 and 23:00 when an accused rapist allegedly phoned his victim, according to an mbl.is story, “Murderer and rapist serving time at Kvíabryggja” (right…).

Sorry, no vacancy

Not that people are vying for a nice room at Iceland’s “luxurious” prisons, Hafdís says there are 350 convicted criminals waiting to serve their term on any given day. Typically she says the convicted have to wait from one day to four to five years to begin serving their time.

This problem of overcrowding is by no means new news. Plans to build a prison in the capital city have been in the works for nearly fifty years and police in downtown Reykjavík have been waiting for a new temporary detention centre for the last fourteen years, according to a RÚV report.

Because Hegningarhúsið, the temporary detention centre at Skólavörðustígur, only has room for sixteen, police have to send prisoners long distances. A police report from the year 2000 estimated that the city spent at least an additional 10 to 15 million ISK per year on transporting prisoners between the city and Litla Hraun, which is located 61 kilometres outside of Reykjavík.

Now there are serious plans to build a new prison at Hólmsheiði with room for an additional 56 prisoners (we’ve heard that before), but the project is tied up because government officials cannot agree on whether the project should be financed by the State or a private party.

So Doug Stanhope’s fans should be advised that if they commit a crime to get into his show at Litla Hraun—claiming the ‘Stanhope defence’—there’s a good chance that they will still miss it by four or five years. While Litla Hraun’s prisoners and a few lucky visitors enjoy his gig, the rest of us law abiding citizens who pay rent in town will just have to catch Doug elsewhere.

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Iceland’s Prisons

1. Hegningarhúsið, Iceland’s oldest prison, opened in 1874, holds 16 prisoners. This prison is located on Skólavörðustígur in downtown Reykjavík.

2. Litla-Hraun, maximum-security detention centre, opened in 1929, holds 87 prisoners.

3. Kópavogsbraut 17, opened in 1989, holds 12 prisoners. This is the women’s prison, but as there have only been a maximum of eight women serving at the same time, men are also housed here.

4. Kvíabryggja, opened in 1963, holds 22 prisoners. This is a low security prison for the most trustworthy of convicts, those who have committed white collar crimes.

5. Akureyri, opened in 2008, holds 10 prisoners.

6. Bitra, opened in 2010, holds 18 prisoners.

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Top Five Reasons People Are Doing Time

1. Drug-related offence

2. Embezzlement/forgery

3. Sexual offense

4. Violent crime

5. Traffic law violation

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

IIHF Statistics.

With apologies to rat-racers everywhere, today I woke up at 11am. Originally, I’d planned to head to the pool, and maybe do some reading at a café I enjoy. Josh quickly nixed this. Turns out the referee in chief for Iceland was on his way to Akureyri, and if I could write an IIHF referee certification test, he would put me on the roster of referees if I passed. I am pleased to report I passed, so am now IIHF certified. Not sure what this means, but I think it will mean I get to do some games in Reykjavik later in the winter. I am referee #6 here...one is injured, so we have a total of five referees in the country.

Sadly, the referee-in-chief, Olli, is one of those guys who loves, no, craves, power. For instance, in tonight’s game between Akureyri and Reykjavik ,he called FIVE misconduct penalties, three of which were for ‘illegal equipment’. Chin strap not done up in warm-up? That’s a 10-minute misconduct to start the game. Elbow pads not 1.27 centimetres thick? Hit the showers for ten, buddy. I see Olli being the victim of an on-ice assault one day.

Hockey-wise, the SA Vikings lost 6-3 tonight, though Josh had a goal and two assists, so that was good, I guess. I was a stats man/assistant-coach, and managed to hand Josh a note at the 2nd intermission stating that “#22 is going well, but not getting quality ice…maybe more?”. Josh double-shifted #22 Andrei Fyrir for the 3rd period, and Andrei chipped in with a goal and an assist, so I was happy with that call.

Further outrage continued after the game, when our growing legion of Domino’s Pizza purchasers were dismayed to find Domino’s closed early tonight to get their staff drunk—apparently they worked hard last week during ‘Mega Week’, so they closed at 9pm tonight. Fortunately, the local pizza place we tried was excellent. We’ll be hitting Domino’s up next Tuesday though, for sure.

In a few short hours, we have Icelandic lessons, so I must hit the sack!

2011 ICELAND PARTICIPATION

Event

Level

Host nation

Date

Men's

Div. II

Croatia

Apr. 10-16

U20

Div. II

Estonia

Dec. 13-19

U18

Div. III

Mexico

Mar. 13-19

Women's

Div. IV

Iceland

Mar. 27-Apr. 1

JERSEY

ABOUT ICELAND HOCKEY

Member Since

May 6, 1992

Total Players

613

Male Players

62

Female Players

71

Junior Players

480

Total Referees

5

Indoor Rinks

3

Outdoor Rinks

0

President

Vidar Gardarsson

Nation Population

308,910

Men's World Ranking

38th

Women's World Ranking

29th


Monday, September 26, 2011

Something you don't see every day:

The referee driving the Zamboni. This is my partner-in-crime Orri. We did six games together this past weekend. He can drive the Zamboni. He'll teach me later in the year, I think. Neat-o.









Some soccer flags.


Sunday, September 25, 2011

Ugh.

Today, I sort of snapped at this kid on the ice. He was jumping up and down on his skates every time he came on the ice. Multiple times. Two feet, every time. It was like he thought hockey was about cannon-balling on the ice or something. I watched him do this endlessly in three games yesterday, and at first I found it curious. But then I envisioned a scrum at the front of the net, where he jumped on somebody's neck. He was jumping a lot. Slamming his skates on the ice. It seemed almost like an obsession. On day two of the under-14 tournament, I mentioned this to the other ref, Orri. I was like "What's with the fucking jumping kid? He's disrespecting the game!" I should have listened to my stomach--I was clearly grumbling for a slice of humble-pie: turns out the kid has Tourette's Syndrome, and this is one of his tics. The worst part: my final words to this kid were: "You can start jumping when you've scored two goals today". Coaching is a big thing here. Those words should have been "Sorry".
I will try to apologize later in the year--he is from Akureyri, so is in 'our' club. His dad has the same thing, as does Runar the singer here, so clearly it runs in the Icelandic blood.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Icelandic Literature.

For children. Or, for those trying to learn the language. Picked these babies up yesterday at the bookstore. Felt pretty humbled to be buying them for myself. Josh and I start our intensive Icelandic lessons on Monday. Twice a week for two hours in the morning. Ja!
























First Road Trip of the Season.

So...due to having only seven players committed for tomorrow's game in Reykjavik, I'm a lock to draw into the line-up and ride the bus with the team down to Reykjavik. Pretty fired up. Apparently Runar has a game of Trivial Pursuit which has approximately sixteen cards, and they've been playing the same game for years. Should be some good breeze-shooting time.

Bus departs from our home rink at 9am for a 4:30pm game. Game ends at 7pm, but the boys then watch the women play, so we won't leave Reykjavik until 10pm, getting back to Akureyri at a solid 3am or so. Meals include a stop at Subway, and the obligatory hotdogs.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Walk Unafraid...Sweetness Follows.


Gosh...REM 'called it a day' today. First band I ever listened to. These guys were beauties. One of my first memories of pop music is listening to Power 92 in Edmonton, sometime in early 1994, and the DJ's Rob & Audie, were saying that REM's new album Monster, would 'sell like hot cakes'. Boy did it ever, going 6 x Platinum in Canada (600,000 units sold), and 4 x Platinum in the US (4,000,000 units). Everyone had that 'orange' album. The previous record, Automatic for the People, was introduced to me by Jordan, via Luc. Second CD I ever bought, and still a 'desert island' record for me.
Only band I've ever seen do a 'never-heard-before' song at an awards show, which they did in 1995 by performing 'Wake Up Bomb' at the MVA's. Gutsy.
$14.99 for 'Up' in 1998 at Future Shop, which I first listened to on our PowerPC at Petts Road in Richmond.

Anyhow, this wasn't meant to be a personal-Wikipedia about REM, I'm just really surprised they packed it in.

Oh yeah, their last song on their last record is called "Blue".

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Icelandic Hockey Explained...

Okay, so I played tonight in my first official league game...except to save a 100,000 kr. registration fee for an import player, I was technically a player named "Gerri Gerrison". No matter. When I took a 2-minute hooking call, the rink announcer simply said "#7, 2-minutes for hooking", as everyone in the building was in on the fix.
The fix, you ask?
Well, the Icelandic Hockey League has some unique aspects. This is due in large part to the teams in the League. When I came here, I thought there were three teams. I was sort of right. Here are the three 'main' teams:



1. Skautafelag Reykjavik (hereinafter "SR");
2. Skautafelag Akureyri - Vikingur ("SA");
3. Bjorinn (the "Bears")

As it happens, for the 2011-2012 season, each team was supposed to field a 'baby squad'. Indeed, two clubs, have done so: SA has the "Jotnar" ("Giants"), and the Bears have the "Baby Bears", making for a five team league. All teams play 16 games. But, in a surprising twist, the teams play each other! In the same league! They can even share as many as six players a game. So, what this means, is when the Giants play, say SR, they get loaded with Vikingur players, generally the six best. This is done to try to steal points from SR, which would ultimately help both the Vikingur and the Giants. But especially the Vikingur, because only the top 2 teams play for the Championship, which is a 5-game series.


Runar & Siggy Sigs--the fellow who cooked the Reindeer a couple of weeks ago.
Incidentally, these shots were taken from a Vikings v. Giants game last year.







Now, where I come in...Josh told me this morning he 'wanted me in the lineup', instead of refereeing...which was kind of too bad--the refereeing is good money. But, I played for the Giants...against the 'A'-squad, the Vikings. Now, to show how ridiculous this game was, some of the guys in our room were smoking cigarettes before the game. Think Vancouver Canucks against the Manitoba Moose. We knew we were going to get shelled. Vikingur lent us zero players. They had 'stuff to work on', and we were to be the guinea pigs. They also had a full contingent of four lines and six defencemen...we had a total of 11 skaters. Ouch. We were given two cases of Powerade...and that was also consumed before the god-damn pre-game warm-up. Guys were snuffing tobacco at the intermissions, whereas we could hear the other team riding exercise bikes. Just a joke. Anyhow, the final score was 15-0. I had one shot on goal (one of our seven), and was 'only' minus three.
All told, we took our lumps for the good of the club...except some younger guys had a tough time taking said lumps, so they started hitting or doing dumb things, like laying down in the penalty box, and Josh came into our room after, and laced into those wankers. Laying down in the penalty box, incidentally, is really pointless, because our penalty kill was good for about ten seconds, tops.

Needless to say, the Giants are never going to beat the Vikings, just as the Baby Bears could never conceive of beating the senior Bears.

The guy in the pink gloves is Steinur.
Most of these guys grew up together...so things are rather incestuous.
Reykjavik, or SR, incidentally, never developed a baby team, and this, amongst other things, irks Josh & the rest of the Akureyri guys to no end.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Hockey Night in Iceland.

So today I was an official for two games. In the first, I was a linesman during an Akureyri vs. Bjorninn's 'Baby Bear' squad. It was pretty intense, and I screwed up my first icing, which was frustrating.

The second game though was unforeseen: Orri, the ref in the first game, just didn't feel like being the referee for the women's game that was next. So he asked me to do it...and I was thrilled to pinch-hit for him.

This is Hrund on my right, and Andrei Maur on my left. Hrund is about 18 years old, and it's pretty neat that she can work lines. In the men's game, she got knocked down from behind during a melee at the net, but she is feisty and carried-on, no problem.

Andrei plays for the Vikings...he's about their 2nd best player. Plays for the National team as well, but also likes to do lines. Pretty neat.
After the games, I had some time to explore the barn here in Akureyri. It is such an amazing place--the community literally built it from the ground-up, with volunteer labour. It didn't have a roof until 1999...and is the only hockey rink for 350 km in any direction.
As you can see, it also doubles as a curling surface.






The trophy cabinet has a neat item: a golden Jofa. Apparently, they give it to the leading scorer each year.

























This is a picture from the 80's, when pro hockey games in Iceland were played outside. Incredible. The score-board is also the concession in this era; they sell two items: coffee and hot-dogs, of course.











These are the first Kronur I've ever made: 13,000 kr.

And the award for...



Best line of the night goes to...

Christine: "Steinar and I are going to have 11 babies...and I will give you one of them if you want".

Friday, September 16, 2011

Trent Departs.


Steinar and his roommate Olli class it up. Steiney was a monster at practice this week. Pure hustle.
Based solely upon his appearance, Olli would appear to work as what? Perhaps a computer programmer? Well, in Iceland, he's a night watchman. I think he carries a whistle in his car. Even the police have nothing stronger than pepper spray here. Prisoners wear their own clothes, saving the state from having to buy costly orange jumpsuits.







I liked this fellows shirt.

















A grizzled patron of a drinking establishment.





On his last night in Akureyri, Trent had his first (and only) shot of Brennivin. Trent is returning to Sydney for his brother's wedding, then hoping to get a tv-show in England. I wish him well!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Monarchy of Roses.




We left Iceland today...
















and flew to Mars.


Here, Josh had to implore, no, to beg, me to keep my shirt on. As it happens, I felt the need to take it off yesterday at the waterfall. Whatever.





Wednesday, September 14, 2011

We went for a walk to-day.


This is a place I'd never heard of, called
Dimmuborgir. It's mostly neat rock-outcroppings.











As Trent mentioned, the weather today was 'cracking good', so this made for a nice wander.













We also visited a waterfall called "Godafoss", where in the year 1000, the Icelanders tossed their pagan gods over the waterfall, so as to avoid persecution at the hands of their rulers, the Danes.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Fishing.

Soooo...today should have been a 'nothing' day. I was considering not getting out of my pyjamas after being quite the rabble-rouser at the Ensimi concert & after-parties last night.
Josh and Trent got home from Reykjavik around 5:30 pm. I figured they would be bagged from the weekend, and the five-hour drive back up north. Alas, not the case; they wanted to go fishing, and were good enough to invite me. I am rather glad I went.

This is a lake on a farm that we got the green light to fish on. You have to climb a mountain to get there. Nobody knows how the fish got there, but they are abundant.








This is a fishy that I caught. First of the day, second of the career for me--remember Saltspring Island, Dad!




















Ingvar. Captain of the Iceland National Hockey team. Legend of a guy. Married a Canadian girl, Sarah, from Richmond of all places. We're eating Sir Trout & Co. (see above) chez Ingvar & Sarah tomorrow.


Ingvar explained to me that Icelanders generally fly-fish. He then tried to teach me how to cast the rod. He explained that to an Icelander, using a worm as bait is seen as barbaric.

Josh's "normal fishing" was easier, but somehow less rewarding once I'd experienced how difficult fly-fishing was.








The Day's catch. Not bad for an hour, late in the day, with the wind howling.














We used corn as fish bait.















Oh, the Northern Lights were also out last night, which was neat.

Funny how the Northern Lights play second fiddle here--that's how good nature is, at least to this former office-dwelller.



I can't wait to eat you tomorrow night, Sir Trout.