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McDonald’s Pulls out of Iceland

dsc02041The last sign of Iceland‘s foray into globalization is gone. The small Arctic country is going to lose its three McDonald’s restaurants. Three locations were owned by Lyst Hr., all in the capital city, Reykjavik. According to Lyst, the economic situation was just too difficult, especially since the company had to by its supplies from Germany. The decline in the Icelandic krona relative to the euro just pushed costs too high. In order to be profitable, the Icelandic Big Mac would have to become the most expesnive in the world, at $6.36. Right now, it’s priced at $5.29, with the most expensive in Norway and Switzerland at $5.75.

[Via Gadling]

Icelandair Can’t Get It Right

icelandair-planeWell, I’m on the last leg of my Stockholm trip, a six-hour flight on Icelandair. Followers of the Migrant Blogger know that Icelandair is not among my favorites, typically failing to get even the basics right. The trip home from Sweden has put everything in the airline’s favor. From Stockholm to Keflavik, I had an entire row to myself. From Keflavik to JFK, I have an empty seat next to me-not as good, but still plenty of room.So, how did Icelandair screw it up?

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I still hate Icelandair

Might as well get this jotted down while the memory is still fresh. I still hate the only airline that will get you into and out of Iceland. Icelandair announced some major improvements a few weeks ago, so I was cautiously optimistic. After my last experience with this airline, I had to keep my hopes realistic.

That was smart.

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Back in Iceland …

Sculpture in Keflavik Airport

Sculpture in Keflavik Airport

… though not for long. I got here with enough time to grab some coffee and find a bathroom. I’m plucking away at my laptop now to post later because, of course, Keflavik Airport doesn’t offer free internet access. I just looked down at the computer’s clock: 2:09 AM. Of course, it’s really 7:10 AM here in Iceland.

Translation: I got screwed out of five hours of sleep. But, this is the life I chose.

I think I’ll be awake for the Iceland-to-Sweden leg of my trip. I’m pretty much awake now, and a bit more caffeine on the plane should seal the deal for me. I need to do a bit of prep for the day’s festivities in Stockholm.

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Sitting at the airport

Well, I have less than an hour until the wheels go up. Six hours to Reykjavik, then another three to Stockholm. I’m dreading the flight but excited about the trip. I’ll be covering an event dealing with clean technologies. Before you dismiss this as some tree-hugger shit, keep in mind that we live in a country beholden to oil, and some alternative will be needed soon. Think about it from a perspective of diversification. With all our eggs in one basket, we’re taking on a hell of a lot of risk. I think I know the angles I want to cover, so I’ll be able to hit the ground running.

More Funny Signs in New York

These are from my neighborhood, I’m ashamed to admit. If I’m going to make fun of Reykjavik, Helsinki and even the East Village, I guess I ought to throw my neighborhood, the Upper West Side, into the mix.

This sign, which hangs from the Lincoln Center, bugs me. I’m bothered by the event at the bottom, “Lincoln Center Out of Doors”. “Out of Doors”? Why not just say “Outdoors” like a normal person? Instead, they have to dress it up a bit, just to ensure the proletarians know they don’t belong.

Don’t worry, Lincoln Center, we’ve picked up your message. Unless we have loads of cash and crave linguistic differentiation, we should just keep walking. It’s not a problem. Really. Thanks for telling us you don’t want us.

 

This sign is for an ice cream shop in my neighborhood. But, it looks like it belongs in some other country, like Finland or South Korea. It’s a flashy, goofy sign, in which something inanimate is supposed to be a character of some kind. But, the character seems moronic.

I was surprised to see this in New York. It’s not the sort of sign that would resonate with New Yorkers. But, it is near Lincoln Center, so I guess it could appeal to those idiotic tourists who think they are coming to a different country when the cross the East River from JFK.

Anyway, I think this sign is stupid and just wanted to let you know.

Some of my favorite graffiti displays

I like graffiti that sends a message. There’s one wall decoration that I still wish I’d captured, but I never got around to it. I used to go to the Peace Club, a dive bar outside Camp Casey in South Korea– back when we still had troops that far north. In the bathroom, they had a piss-trough instead of urinals. I remember it well. The wall over the trough was littered with graffiti; there was barely room for anything new. After all the time I spent there, removing consumed beer from my body, I read most of it. One “exchange” is still crystal clear.

“I used to believe in the common decency of man”

“I still do”

They were written by two people, the second below the first. After a while, I used to pick the spot at the trough that would put these two lines at eye-level. In some ways, I still miss that wall and these two comments. I doubt it’s there any more. Last I heard, the Peace Club was no more. I do hope that management kept that wall intact.

Ever since then, I’ve been extremely interested in graffiti. The first, up top, is from a small covered walkway in Old Quebec. Yeah, some people still aren’t crazy about being French-speakers in an English-speaking country.

Iceland is such a sanitary country, but they are developing a graffiti problem. This wall just struck me as the antithesis of what one expects to see in Iceland.

Tallin, Estonia had some good material as well. The tagger below, it seems, was hungry. I guess he (or she) likes Italian.

The next one, though, is my favorite from Estonia. It sends a pretty powerful political message, and indicates the importance of open dialogue in a free society.

There was clearly a taggers’ debate going on here. First, someone wrote “Fuck Fascism!” I happen to concur. Next, someone put “anti” in front. Since I’m not a fascist, “Fuck AntiFascism!” doesn’t exactly resonate. But, a third person joined the conversation and crossed out “anti,” and then a fourth person crossed out “Fuck”. So, we wind up with the message, “Fascism!” Of course, I could have the order of events a bit screwed up, but we can see clearly where the discussion ends. Such a shame.

Also political was a bit of graffiti I saw in  Paris metro station. This was during the Sarkozy/Segoline election, which got pretty nasty.

Wow, I guess this guy doesn’t watch Fox News!

I love hot dogs

They may be foreign; they may be domestic. Either way, I am a big fan of the food nature could never have produced on its own. You’ve seen me eat a hot dog in Reykjavik, Iceland, and you’ve heard my thoughts on dogs served in Massachusetts and New York. Well, I have finally added a new delight to the list.

I stopped by a dog shop in Montreal, yesterday. I have to say, it wasn’t bad. From what I understand, this was the best Montreal had to offer.

The verdict? Montreal offers a good dog, certainly far above average. But, it does have a way to go before it can compete with Swamscott, MA’s Popo’s or the crazy shop in Reykjavik.