Birgitta was sitting by herself wondering why it was so boring being a poet. The only ways it seemed to get poems across to people was to read them at an organized poem evening or publish it in a book. Sometimes they could be heard on the radio and sometimes papers would publish it. And people would ask can you make a living being a poet.......!??! Of course the answer had to be no. So she was thinking and thinking until her brain was frying. Thinking of how much fun it was to mix all possible things together and make some unpredictable blend out of it. Thinking of that it would be really about time that poets would get some dough for having to be poets. Thinking how great it was to work on making things for the Internet. When the brain in Birgittas head was about to be just a tiny little burned out piece of over fried organ she got an idea. This idea was very little in the beginning and she would talk about it and then she stumbled into Kristrún and other good people and told them about this techno poet concept and the Internet broadcast and they decided that it would be fun to make something out of it. This was half an year ago. The whole process of getting this thing moving has been a very positive experience. But this thing is as heavy as an elephant that needs to be pushed through a glass factory. So now Birgitta is not bored anymore but she is drowning in work. And being a typical Icelander she likes that a lot........