Wednesday, June 29, 2011

I love the name Reykjavik. I love the way it sounds, I love the way it looks, I love how it feels on your tongue when you say it. Reykjavik.

I've said for years that if I ever have a son, his middle name would be Reykjavik. I could call him Reggie for short. Who wouldn't love an Icelandic middle name?

Well, tonight a friend introduced me to Bjork, an Icelandic singer who I quickly grew to love. She only further solidified my admiration of all things Icelandic and legitimized my son's name. Here's a sampling:

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