Oscar Wilde once quipped: “I love to talk about nothing. It’s the only thing I know anything about.”
The blog’s most literal, direct referent is the worldwide credit crunch, and, more specifically, its effects on that Kentucky-sized, geyser-studded, frozen canary in the mineshaft: Iceland.
Iceland functions in the American imaginary as the more wild feminized sibling of Canada– strange, socialist, generally other.
This is as much a conversation with myself as anything– a conversation between me and the consciousness picking the cultural ephemera that sediment around the borders of this “nothing”– images and experience.