Iceland
I miss Iceland. I was there for less than a week—maybe it’s my distant Viking heritage trying to call me home.
Actually, I’m a bit surprised, given that my first impression of Iceland was “barren.” The landscape along my ride from the airport to Reykjavik was about forty-five minutes, a long winding road with a stunningly beautiful ocean on one side, and broken, volcanic, treeless landscape on the other. After about twenty or thirty minutes, my impression had been modified from simply “barren” to “barren, stark, and dramatically beautiful.” The day is windy, enough so that the waves are being whipped up into whitecaps in stark contrast with the deep blue ocean and sky. It’s a clean, crisp and cold day, invigoratingly so. There is no pollution—I feel like I can see forever, right up to the glacial mountains in the distance.
Near to Reykjavik, the landscape changes. The hillsides become fissured, covered with moss and grasses still brown from winter. Curious stone monoliths dot the landscape, and I wonder if these have something to do with the legends of elves I’ve been cautioned not to bring up too much. A few lonely outposts along the oceanside soon turn into a city, modern but still quaint in many regards. The buildings are charming, colorful. The roads are clear and wide with lighting every hundred feet or so. I can’t help notice that most of the taxis seem to be Mercedes.
So what am I doing on a volcanic island midway between Greenland and Europe? Well, it’s about my kids, and finding a better lifestyle. I’m visiting CCP, an Icelandic company best described as a builder of the hands-down largest virtual world in existence today—although, if you’ve heard of them, odds are you identify CCP with EVE Online. CCP has bigger plans than EVE, and those plans are intriguing.
Moving to Iceland is an exciting prospect, but, alas, over the past year or so I haven’t been able to bring it to fruition. It’s far away, and the economic differences between the U.S. (and the complexity of owning real estate in the U.S.) make it a tough nut to crack.
As a U.S. citizen, I’ve always felt terribly dismayed at how insular the United States is. Very few of us travel internationally, and only marginally more seem to have any knowledge of the world at large. Most of our students can’t draw a map of the world or even a reasonably accurate map of Europe. In fact, I recently saw a video clip in which confused interviewees claimed they would support Bush’s plans to start a war with Australia, which had been incorrectly labeled as “Serbia” on a world map. On the whole, as a people the United States is not a part of the world. There is nothing beyond our borders worth talking about, unless perhaps it has some financial impact on our future.
There’s also the matter of the horrible state of education in this country. Granted, we still have good colleges, presuming you can pay for them. But pre-collegiate education is suffering—continuing a steady decline that began in the 1970’s. Bush’s “no child left behind” is, in fact, making sure that we leave nobody behind—at the cost of our nation’s future.
This is not the environment I would like my children to grow up in. And according to the Programme for International Student Assessment (PISA), Iceland—for that matter, just about all of Europe, New Zealand and Australia—would be an immense improvement. The prospect of my children gaining a European eduction is irresistible… and yet, at least for the time being, out of reach.
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