My Brother the Dean and the Dean's Queen (aka sis-in-law Jan) are visiting Iceland this week. I'm very, very jealous. I have been to Iceland twice and loved it, loved it, loved it. So much so that this is how lame I am: I actually took a photograph of my favorite t-shirt, one I bought at the University of Iceland bookstore three years ago, e-mailed it to them, and begged them to bring me back another one exactly like it. Because the one I have is nearly threadbare. And because that specific design, featuring the seal of the University of Iceland in Icelandic and Latin, has this Soviet-block-state-in-the-1980s graphical look that makes me feel very, very cool when I wear it.