I know that it's hardly Iceland here. It's not even below freezing today, but the temps did plummet from yesterday, when it was insanely warm, and people were running around in shorts. Today it's wintry again and grey, perfect conditions for a little Bjork. Her heavy accent and wailings, and the sometimes stark musical landscape backing her up, hit the spot on a cold, sunless day. I love you, Bjork. You're a true original.