“A Ghost Town Bike Tour” by Celeste Inez Mathilda

Exploring emptiness in the Canadian prairie, with adventure, and melancholy, and rhapsody; cemeteries of Norwegian and Icelandic immigrants; goats and a threatening dog; the lost town of Snowflake, Manitoba; and commentary on agriculture, agribusiness, memory, decay, and the whole of rurality.
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“Yule Cat” from Wikipedia

Xmas Special:
Christmas monster. (Iceland has the coolest stuff.)
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“Yule Cat”

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The Yule Cat (Icelandic: Jólakötturinn or Jólaköttur) is a monster from Icelandic folklore, a huge and vicious cat said to lurk about the snowy countryside during Christmastime and eat people who have not received any new clothes to wear before Christmas Eve. The Yule Cat has become associated with other figures from Icelandic folklore as the house pet of the giantess Grýla and her sons, the Yule Lads.

The threat of being eaten by the Yule Cat was used by farmers as an incentive for their workers to finish processing the autumn wool before Christmas. The ones who took part in the work would be rewarded with new clothes, but otherwise get nothing and thus be preyed upon by the monstrous cat. The cat has alternatively been interpreted as merely eating away the food of ones without new clothes during Christmas feasts. The perception of the Yule Cat as a man-eating beast was partly popularized by the poet Jóhannes úr Kötlum in his poem “Jólakötturinn.”

“Thor’s Adventures Among the Jötuns” adapted by Julia Goddard

Adapted from the Icelandic Prose Edda, this is cra-zee.
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“Thor’s Adventures Among the Jötuns”

adapted by Julia Goddard

Once upon a time Thor set out upon his travels, taking Loki with him, for despite Loki’s spirit of mischief he often aided Thor, who doubtless, in the present expedition, felt that Loki might be of use to him.

So they set off together in Thor’s chariot, drawn by its two strong he-goats, and as night drew nigh, stopped at the hut of a peasant, where they asked food and shelter.

“Food I have none to give you,” said the peasant. “I am a poor man and not able even to give supper to my children, but if you like to rest under my roof you are welcome to do so.”

“Never mind the food; I can manage that,” said Thor, dismounting from the chariot and entering the hut.

It was a poor place, and not at all fitted to receive one of the Asi, but Thor was glad enough to meet with it, wretched as it was.

“You can kill the goats,” said he; “they will make us an excellent meal.”

The peasant could not help thinking that it was a pity to kill two such fine animals; but wisely thinking Continue reading