{"id":2754,"date":"2025-08-15T08:56:11","date_gmt":"2025-08-15T08:56:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jonknutur.is\/blog\/?p=2754"},"modified":"2025-08-15T09:12:45","modified_gmt":"2025-08-15T09:12:45","slug":"dagbok-fra-vodlavik-27072025-kl-15","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jonknutur.is\/blog\/?p=2754","title":{"rendered":"Dagb\u00f3k fr\u00e1 V\u00f6\u00f0lav\u00edk \u2013 27072025 \u2013 kl. 15"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n

Kl. 15:00<\/em><\/p>\n

Sit uppr\u00e9ttur \u00ed fletinu m\u00ednu \u00ed sk\u00e1lavar\u00f0akofanum og skrifa. Esther prj\u00f3nar, El\u00edas spilar \u00ed Nintendo-spilinu sem mamma og pabbi g\u00e1fu m\u00e9r \u00ed \u00e1g\u00fast 1988 \u00e1 lei\u00f0inni til Par\u00edsar. Kofinn fullur af retr\u00f3 digital-hlj\u00f3\u00f0um, \u00feetta er skj\u00e1t\u00edminn okkar og \u00e9g \u00e1 meti\u00f0. Til marks um breytt e\u00f0li \u00feessara t\u00e6kja \u00fe\u00e1 nennir enginn a\u00f0 spila lengur en \u00ed tuttugu m\u00edn\u00fatur\/h\u00e1lff\u00edma.<\/p>\n

I\u00f0unn teiknar. M\u00e9r finnst gaman a\u00f0 horfa \u00e1 hana teikna. H\u00fan er svo flink. Gerir mig stoltan. Eins og \u00feetta s\u00e9 \u00e1 einhvern h\u00e1tt m\u00e9r a\u00f0 \u00feakka sem \u00fea\u00f0 er ekki. Stend mig oft a\u00f0 \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 langa til a\u00f0 s\u00fdna f\u00f3lki myndirnar hennar. \u201eSj\u00e1\u00f0u, h\u00fan er bara ellefu \u00e1ra. Hvernig myndir teiknar barni\u00f0 \u00feitt? \u00d3, er h\u00fan enn \u00ed tv\u00edv\u00ed\u00f0um myndum. \u00dabbs. \u00deetta kemur hj\u00e1 henni\/honum. E\u00f0a ekki.\u201c<\/p>\n

…<\/p>\n

\u00dea\u00f0 p\u00e6lir enginn \u00ed \u00fev\u00ed lengur \u00fe\u00f3tt \u00e9g taki upp minnisb\u00f3k og fari a\u00f0 skrifa. \u00c9g held a\u00f0 \u00e9g hafi byrja\u00f0 \u00e1 \u00feessu vori\u00f0 2001. \u00c9g \u00e1 allavega minningu af sj\u00e1lfum m\u00e9r me\u00f0 minnisb\u00f3k b\u00ed\u00f0andi eftir lest \u00ed London. \u00deetta var ein af \u00feessum \u00fathverfast\u00f6\u00f0vum, f\u00e1ir \u00e1 ferli, og \u00e9g l\u00e1 \u00e1 bekk, me\u00f0 t\u00f6lvut\u00f6skuna undir h\u00f6f\u00f0inu, lesandi The Great Shark Hunt<\/em> eftir Hunter S. og punkta\u00f0i \u00ed minnisb\u00f3k. \u00dea\u00f0 var aldrei neitt skipulag. \u00c6tla\u00f0i alltaf a\u00f0 gera eitthva\u00f0 vi\u00f0 n\u00f3teringarnar en \u00e9g fyllti bara b\u00e6kurnar, gekk fr\u00e1 \u00feeim einhvers sta\u00f0ar og t\u00fdndi svo. Nema Moleskine-b\u00f3kin sem Esther gaf m\u00e9r \u00ed afm\u00e6lisgj\u00f6f einu sinni. \u00c9g t\u00edmdi ekki a\u00f0 skrifa \u00ed hana. E\u00f0a, \u00fea\u00f0 yr\u00f0i \u00fe\u00e1 a\u00f0 vera fullkomi\u00f0 \u00fev\u00ed h\u00fan var svo d\u00fdr.<\/p>\n

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B\u00f6rnin eru \u00fe.a.l. alin upp vi\u00f0 a\u00f0 pabbi \u00feeirra punkti hj\u00e1 s\u00e9r og konan m\u00edn er l\u00f6ngu h\u00e6tt a\u00f0 taka eftir \u00feessu. \u00deetta er bara \u00e9g. Ma\u00f0urinn hennar, hann punktar hj\u00e1 s\u00e9r. \u00c9g \u00fearf ekki a\u00f0 l\u00e6sa minnisb\u00e6kurnar m\u00ednar \u00ed sk\u00e1p, \u00fea\u00f0 k\u00edkir enginn \u00ed \u00fe\u00e6r. Ekki m\u00e9r vitanlega allavega.<\/p>\n

Og jafnvel \u00fe\u00f3tt \u00e9g k\u00e6mi a\u00f0 einhverjum a\u00f0 sko\u00f0a \u00fe\u00e6r – og \u00feetta eru \u00ed raun einhversslags dagb\u00e6kur, mj\u00f6g pers\u00f3nulegar \u00e1 k\u00f6flum – \u00fe\u00e1 v\u00e6ri m\u00e9r bara sl\u00e9tt sama. Kannski bara soldi\u00f0 upp me\u00f0 m\u00e9r. Sennilega myndi \u00e9g yfirheyra vi\u00f0komandi: \u201eH\u00e9rna, hvernig fannst \u00fe\u00e9r \u00feetta sem \u00e9g skrifa\u00f0i um kv\u00f6ldi\u00f0 sem \u00e9g missti sveind\u00f3minn? Hef\u00f0i \u00e9g kannski \u00e1tt a\u00f0 fara \u00far fyrstu pers\u00f3nu yfir \u00ed a\u00f0ra pers\u00f3nu, svona eins og Jay McInerney \u00ed Bright Lights? S\u00famma \u00fat, skapa fjarl\u00e6g\u00f0 vi\u00f0 sj\u00e1lfi\u00f0? Hefur\u00f0u lesi\u00f0 hana? Ekki? S\u00e9\u00f0 myndina \u00fe\u00e1? Me\u00f0 Michael J. Fox? Hvernig fannst \u00fe\u00e9r paragraphusinn (myndi segja paragraphus) um s\u00e1\u00f0l\u00e1ti\u00f0? Too much?\u201c<\/p>\n

T\u00e6ki vi\u00f0komandi \u00e1 taugum. Myndi drekkja honum \u00ed vi\u00f0brag\u00f0a\u00fe\u00f6rf hins skrifandi manns. Myndi gera kr\u00f6fur til hans. \u201eHeyr\u00f0u, engin pressa sko, en v\u00e6rir \u00fe\u00fa til \u00ed a\u00f0 renna yfir handrit sem \u00e9g er a\u00f0 vinna a\u00f0? M\u00e1tt alveg segja nei (en \u00e9g fyrirgef \u00fe\u00e9r aldrei).\u201c<\/p>\n

Hann – \u00feessi svonefndi \u201evi\u00f0komandi\u201c – myndi gera \u00feessi mist\u00f6k einu sinni og bara einu sinni. Hann \u00feyr\u00f0i aldrei a\u00f0 opna \u00feessa b\u00f3k framar. T\u00e6ki ekki s\u00e9nsinn. <\/p>\n

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\u00c9g hef au\u00f0vita\u00f0 veri\u00f0 spur\u00f0ur, \u00feegar \u00e9g sit og skrifa \u00ed minnisb\u00f3k, um hva\u00f0 \u00e9g s\u00e9 a\u00f0 skrifa. \u00c1tti til a\u00f0 taka \u00fea\u00f0 n\u00e6rri m\u00e9r, fannst \u00feetta truflun, var\u00f0 sj\u00e1lfsme\u00f0vita\u00f0ur og \u00fea\u00f0 er einmitt \u00fea\u00f0 sem ma\u00f0ur vill alls ekki \u00feegar ma\u00f0ur situr einhvers sta\u00f0ar og p\u00e1rar: H\u00e9r situr hann \u00e1 Mokka, hann J\u00f3n Kn\u00fatur \u00c1smundsson, og skrifar \u00ed minnisb\u00f3k.<\/em><\/p>\n

Hver \u00ed andskotanum \u00feykist \u00e9g vera? Steinn Steinarr?<\/p>\n

\u00c9g haf\u00f0i \u00e1hyggjur af \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 f\u00f3lk hef\u00f0i sko\u00f0un \u00e1 \u00feessu. Fyndist \u00e9g tilger\u00f0arlegur. \u00dev\u00ed hver skrifar eiginlega \u00ed minnisb\u00f3k \u00e1 ofanver\u00f0ri 21. \u00f6ld?!<\/p>\n

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\u00c9g f\u00f3r einu sinni \u00ed fer\u00f0alag me\u00f0 manni sem t\u00f3k eftir \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 \u00e9g skrifa\u00f0i \u00ed minnisb\u00f3k. Hann sag\u00f0ist l\u00edka skrifa \u00ed minnisb\u00f3k, teyg\u00f0i sig \u00ed innan\u00e1vasann og r\u00e9tti m\u00e9r b\u00f3kina s\u00edna. Og j\u00e1, var \u00fea\u00f0 ekki bara Moleskine! R\u00e1nd\u00fdr andskotans Moleskine. Hann sag\u00f0ist vera me\u00f0 fulla t\u00f6sku af \u00feeim. Skrifa\u00f0i v\u00edst svo miki\u00f0 \u00e1 fer\u00f0al\u00f6gum. \u201eStrax \u00ed fr\u00edh\u00f6fninni kemur frelsi\u00f0 yfir mig,\u201c sag\u00f0i hann. \u201e\u00de\u00e1 fyrst losna \u00e9g \u00far vi\u00f0jum vanans.\u201c \u00c9g var\u00f0 vandr\u00e6\u00f0alegur \u00feegar hann sag\u00f0i \u00feetta \u00fev\u00ed \u00feetta var \u00e6tla\u00f0 m\u00e9r pers\u00f3nulega. Hann var a\u00f0 reyna a\u00f0 tengjast en m\u00e9r fannst \u00feetta bara tilger\u00f0arlegt. Sag\u00f0i samt: \u201eJ\u00e1, \u00e9g veit n\u00e1kv\u00e6mlega hva\u00f0 \u00fe\u00fa meinar.\u201c Helv\u00edtis me\u00f0virknin alltaf hreint.<\/p>\n

\u00c9g keypti m\u00ednar minnisb\u00e6kur \u00ed Tiger og j\u00e1, \u00e9g var p\u00ednu \u00f6fundsj\u00fakur \u00fev\u00ed mig langa\u00f0i l\u00edka \u00ed Moleskine. B\u00f3kin hans var myntugr\u00e6n sem m\u00e9r fannst svol\u00edti\u00f0 skr\u00fdti\u00f0 val \u00e1 lit. \u00d3venju kvenlegt e\u00f0a eitthva\u00f0. Hef\u00f0i sj\u00e1lfur vali\u00f0 svarta e\u00f0a br\u00fana. Eins og Hemmingway. En \u00f3kei. Whatever. \u00c9g t\u00edmdi sums\u00e9 ekki a\u00f0 kaupa Moleskine. Alltaf blankur. Eyddi \u00f6llum peningunum m\u00ednum \u00ed geisladiska, kiljur, sm\u00e1vindla, bj\u00f3r, n\u00fa\u00f0lur og \u00f6rbylgjumat. Neyslan svo einf\u00f6ld og fyrirsj\u00e1anleg a\u00f0 einn vinur minn kalla\u00f0i mig \u201egeimfarann\u201c sem m\u00e9r fannst soldi\u00f0 fyndi\u00f0. En \u00e9g sannf\u00e6r\u00f0i mig um a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 v\u00e6ri kannski bara sk\u00e1ldlegt a\u00f0 kaupa minnisb\u00e6kur \u00ed Tiger og a\u00f0 \u00e9g \u00feyrfti ekki \u00e1 Moleskine a\u00f0 halda. \u00dea\u00f0 v\u00e6ru bara hinir n\u00fdr\u00edku \u00ed vesturb\u00e6num sem keyptu Moleskine hvorte\u00f0er og \u00fe\u00e1 ekki til a\u00f0 skrifa \u00ed \u00fe\u00e6r nema n\u00e1tt\u00farulega uppskriftir a\u00f0 gr\u00e6nkerar\u00e9ttum og\/e\u00f0a innkaupalista \u00ed Farmer’s Market.<\/p>\n

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\u00deessi ma\u00f0ur haf\u00f0i aukinheldur mikla \u00fe\u00f6rf til a\u00f0 segja m\u00e9r fr\u00e1 \u00f6llu sem hann skrifa\u00f0i \u00ed b\u00f3kina. \u00deetta voru allskonar punktar og dr\u00f6g, hendingar, myndl\u00edkingar, hugmyndir a\u00f0 \u00fatvarpspistlum, hugmyndir a\u00f0 kvikmyndahandritum. Oft eitthva\u00f0 svona \u201elj\u00f3\u00f0r\u00e6nt\u201c st\u00f6ff. Hann las upph\u00e1tt og horf\u00f0i svo \u00e1 mig. Hvernig leist m\u00e9r \u00e1? Vildi vi\u00f0br\u00f6g\u00f0, svo a\u00f0 segja jafn\u00f3\u00f0um. L\u00edktist \u00feetta einhverju? T\u00f3k \u00e9g eftir \u00feessum d\u00edteil um hvernig ryki\u00f0 settist \u00e1 silfri\u00f0 \u00ed kv\u00f6lds\u00f3linni? (\u201e\u00deetta er metaf\u00f3ra, skilur\u00f0u.\u201c)<\/p>\n

Eftir nokkra daga \u00e1 fer\u00f0alagi lei\u00f0 m\u00e9r eins og \u00e9g v\u00e6ri \u00ed vinnu hj\u00e1 honum. Var farinn a\u00f0 for\u00f0ast hann og vildi alls ekki vera einn me\u00f0 honum \u00fev\u00ed \u00fe\u00e1 var hann hva\u00f0 \u00e1kafastur. Man t.d. eftir m\u00e9r einn morguninn a\u00f0 fylgjast me\u00f0 \u00fatum h\u00f3telgluggann. Bei\u00f0 eftir \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 \u00e9g s\u00e6i hann fara \u00fat en \u00fe\u00e1 fyrst treysti \u00e9g m\u00e9r til a\u00f0 fara ni\u00f0ur \u00ed morgunmat.<\/p>\n

Hann haf\u00f0i sums\u00e9 fengi\u00f0 \u00fe\u00e1 flugu \u00ed h\u00f6fu\u00f0i\u00f0 a\u00f0 vi\u00f0 v\u00e6rum \u201ebandamenn \u00ed lj\u00f3\u00f0inu\u201c eins og hann sag\u00f0i. V\u00e6rum eitt og hi\u00f0 sama. \u00deetta slapp til vi\u00f0 \u00feri\u00f0ja mann. \u00de\u00e1 h\u00e9lt hann sig \u00e1 mottunni \u00fev\u00ed \u00fe\u00e1 gat hann n\u00e1tt\u00farulega ekki fari\u00f0 \u00e1 tr\u00fan\u00f3, blessa\u00f0ur ma\u00f0urinn. Tough luck.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u00dea\u00f0 er langt s\u00ed\u00f0an \u00e9g \u00e1tta\u00f0i mig \u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 \u00e1st\u00e6\u00f0an fyrir \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 hann f\u00f3r \u00ed taugarnar \u00e1 m\u00e9r – sem er v\u00e6gt til or\u00f0a teki\u00f0 – var s\u00fa a\u00f0 sumt af \u00fev\u00ed sem hann skrifa\u00f0i var mj\u00f6g flott. Hann var miklu liprari penni en \u00e9g. Gat leiki\u00f0 s\u00e9r me\u00f0 or\u00f0, tv\u00f6faldar merkingar, vel t\u00edmasettar klifanir og svo framvegis. Me\u00f0 st\u00edlbr\u00f6g\u00f0in upp \u00e1 t\u00edu. \u00deetta var lj\u00f3\u00f0r\u00e6nt – hva\u00f0 sem \u00fea\u00f0 n\u00fa \u00fe\u00fd\u00f0ir – en \u00e9g var bara a\u00f0 skrifa dagb\u00e6kur \u00ed bla\u00f0amannast\u00edl enda kann \u00e9g ekkert anna\u00f0. S\u00e6i \u00e9g fallegt sk\u00fd \u00e1 himni punkta\u00f0i \u00e9g hj\u00e1 m\u00e9r:<\/p>\n

\u201e\u00c9g s\u00e1 fallegt sk\u00fd \u00e1 himni.\u201c<\/p>\n

Engar flottar l\u00edkingar, engin t\u00e6kni, beis\u00edkl\u00ed engin ritlist \u00ed gangi. Bara hversdagslegar athuganir og svo \u00e1lyktanir:<\/p>\n

\u201eMa\u00f0urinn<\/span> Konan me\u00f0 s\u00ed\u00f0a gr\u00e1a<\/span> metal\u00edska (\u00fea\u00f0 er k\u00fal) h\u00e1ri\u00f0 sem situr vi\u00f0 bor\u00f0i\u00f0 h\u00e6gra<\/span> vinstramegin vi\u00f0 barinn, sn\u00fdr baki \u00ed mig, var a\u00f0 panta \u00feri\u00f0ja<\/span> fj\u00f3r\u00f0a bj\u00f3rinn \u00e1 korteri<\/span> h\u00e1lft\u00edma. Sennilega <\/span>Pott\u00fe\u00e9tt alki.\u201c<\/p>\n

…<\/p>\n

Einu sinni, \u00feegar vi\u00f0 s\u00e1tum tveir saman \u00ed morgunmat, \u00e1kva\u00f0 \u00e9g a\u00f0 s\u00fdna honum b\u00f3kina m\u00edna. \u00c9g \u00e6tla\u00f0i a\u00f0 opna mig. S\u00fdna honum \u201einn \u00ed mig\u201c.<\/p>\n

\u201eMinnsta m\u00e1li\u00f0,\u201c sag\u00f0i hann og opna\u00f0i minnisb\u00f3kina m\u00edna. T\u00f3k svo upp pennann sinn, p\u00edr\u00f0i augun og virti textann fyrir s\u00e9r \u00ed nokkur augnablik, stakk honum svo inn \u00e1 sig aftur og s\u00f3tti annan. Rau\u00f0an. Og s\u00ed\u00f0an las \u00feessi drullusokkur dagb\u00f3kina m\u00edna og lagf\u00e6r\u00f0i stafsetningu. Hann breytti t.d. \u201et\u00edna\u201c \u00ed \u201et\u00fdna\u201c og skrifa\u00f0i \u00e1 sp\u00e1ss\u00eduna: \u201e\u00deetta er ekki sama s\u00f6gnin. A\u00f0 t\u00edna er eins og a\u00f0 t\u00edna ber. T\u00fdna, eins og \u00fe\u00fa notar \u00fea\u00f0 \u00ed \u00feessari setningu, er me\u00f0 ufsiloni, s\u00f6gnin dregin af nafnor\u00f0inu tj\u00f3n.\u201c<\/p>\n

\u00c9g skalf af br\u00e6\u00f0i \u00feegar \u00e9g f\u00f3r upp \u00e1 herbergi aftur og hugsa\u00f0i um allt sem mig langa\u00f0i a\u00f0 gera honum og fj\u00f6lskyldunni hans. Hvernig \u00e9g g\u00e6ti hrint honum ni\u00f0ur stiga, hent honum fyrir leigub\u00edl, eitra\u00f0 fyrir honum, eitra\u00f0 fyrir b\u00f6rnunum hans. K\u00faka\u00f0 \u00e1 hann sofandi, k\u00f3lumb\u00edskt h\u00e1lstau o.s.frv. M.\u00f6.o.: Die motherfucker, die!<\/em><\/p>\n

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Og svo var \u00e9g barasta b\u00e6nheyr\u00f0ur \u00ed lok fer\u00f0alagsins. \u00c1 fremur sk\u00e1ldlegan h\u00e1tt ver\u00f0ur a\u00f0 segjast, svona eftir \u00e1 a\u00f0 hyggja.<\/p>\n

\u00c1 heimlei\u00f0inni, \u00ed \u00ferj\u00e1t\u00edu og fimm \u00fe\u00fasund feta h\u00e6\u00f0, f\u00f3r penninn hans, v\u00e6ntanlega s\u00f6kum loft\u00fer\u00fdstings, allt \u00ed einu a\u00f0 frey\u00f0a. \u00dea\u00f0 var blek \u00fatum allt. Blek \u00e1 g\u00f3lfinu, \u00e1 skyrtunni, \u00e1 fingrum, andliti og h\u00e1ri. Blek \u00ed buxum og s\u00edmanum og matnum. Blek, blek, blek. Og mikill vandr\u00e6\u00f0agangur n\u00e1tt\u00farulega, \u00ferj\u00e1r flugfreyjur komnar til a\u00f0 hj\u00e1lpa, hann f\u00f3rnandi h\u00f6ndum, skildi ekki hva\u00f0 \u00ed \u00f3sk\u00f6punum var eiginlega a\u00f0 gerast og eiginkonan hans or\u00f0in \u00f3r\u00f3leg enda erfitt a\u00f0 n\u00e1 sv\u00f6rtu bleki \u00far fatna\u00f0i. Hva\u00f0 \u00fe\u00e1 rau\u00f0u.<\/p>\n

\u00c9g sat aftur \u00e1 m\u00f3ti pollr\u00f3legur \u00ed bekkjarr\u00f6\u00f0inni fyrir aftan hann. Eins og konungur \u00ed s\u00e6ti m\u00ednu og glotti lymskulega vi\u00f0 t\u00f6nn. Fannst \u00e9g bera \u00e1byrg\u00f0 \u00e1 \u00feessu einhvern veginn me\u00f0 m\u00ednum illgj\u00f6rnu og sm\u00e1s\u00e1larlegu \u00fe\u00f6nkum. Var \u00d3\u00f0inn alm\u00e1ttugur, s\u00e1 s\u00edplottandi leikjah\u00f6nnu\u00f0ur. Sjaldan li\u00f0i\u00f0 betur.<\/p>\n

…<\/p>\n

Ja, h\u00e9rna. Magna\u00f0 hva\u00f0 ma\u00f0ur man \u00ed \u00feessum dagb\u00f3karskrifum. Haf\u00f0i ekki hugsa\u00f0 um \u00feetta fer\u00f0alag \u00ed m\u00f6rg \u00e1r.<\/p>\n

Hva\u00f0 \u00e6tli hafi or\u00f0i\u00f0 um \u00feennan kall? \u00c6tli hann s\u00e9 or\u00f0inn \u00fatgefinn h\u00f6fundur? Altso, ekki sj\u00e1lfs\u00fatgefinn eins og \u00e9g? \u00dea\u00f0 k\u00e6mi m\u00e9r ekki \u00e1 \u00f3vart.<\/p>\n

Hva\u00f0 h\u00e9t hann aftur?<\/p>\n

\u00d6gmundur? \u00d6rlygur?<\/p>\n

E\u00f0a var \u00fea\u00f0 \u00d3feigur?<\/p>\n

Nei, eitthva\u00f0 me\u00f0 \u00d6-i minnir mig.<\/p>\n

Finn \u00far \u00fat \u00fev\u00ed og sendi honum vinabei\u00f0ni \u00e1 feis \u00feegar vi\u00f0 komum heim.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Kl. 15:00 Sit uppr\u00e9ttur \u00ed fletinu m\u00ednu \u00ed sk\u00e1lavar\u00f0akofanum og skrifa. Esther prj\u00f3nar, El\u00edas spilar \u00ed Nintendo-spilinu sem mamma og pabbi g\u00e1fu m\u00e9r \u00ed \u00e1g\u00fast 1988 \u00e1 lei\u00f0inni til Par\u00edsar. Kofinn fullur af retr\u00f3 digital-hlj\u00f3\u00f0um, \u00feetta er skj\u00e1t\u00edminn okkar og \u00e9g \u00e1 meti\u00f0. Til marks um breytt e\u00f0li \u00feessara t\u00e6kja \u00fe\u00e1 nennir enginn a\u00f0 spila … →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2754","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jonknutur.is\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2754","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jonknutur.is\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jonknutur.is\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jonknutur.is\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jonknutur.is\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2754"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.jonknutur.is\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2754\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2757,"href":"http:\/\/www.jonknutur.is\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2754\/revisions\/2757"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jonknutur.is\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2754"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jonknutur.is\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2754"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jonknutur.is\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2754"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}