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Year 150 (CL) was a common year starting on Wednesday (link will display the full calendar) of the Julian calendar. At the time, it was known as the Year of the Consulship of Squilla and Vetus (or, less frequently, year 903 Ab urbe condita). The denomination 150 for this year has been used since the early medieval period, when the Anno Domini calendar era became the prevalent method in Europe for naming years.
Erik Thorvaldsson (Old Norse: Eirīkr Þōrvaldsson; 950 – c. 1003), known as Erik the Red (Old Norse: Eirīkr hinn rauði), is remembered in medieval and Icelandic saga sources as having founded the first Norse settlement in Greenland. The Icelandic tradition indicates that he was born in the Jæren district of Rogaland, Norway, as the son of Thorvald Asvaldsson, he therefore also appears, patronymically, as Erik Thorvaldsson (Eiríkr Þorvaldsson). The appellation "the Red" most likely refers to his hair color.Leif Ericson, the famous Icelandic explorer, was Erik's son.
Erik the Red's father was exiled from Norway for the crime of manslaughter. He sailed West from Norway with his family and settled in Hornstrandir in northwestern Iceland. The Icelanders later sentenced Erik to exile for three years due to "some killings" he committed around the year 982.[citation needed]
After marrying Thjodhild (Þjóðhildr), he moved to Haukadal (Hawksdale) where he built a farm. The initial confrontation happened when his thralls started a landslide on the neighboring farm belonging to Valthjof (Valþjófr). Valthjof's friend, Eyiolf the Foul (Eyjólfr saurr), killed the thralls. In return, Erik killed Eyjiolf and Holmgang-Hrafn (Hólmgöngu-Hrafn). Eyiolf's kinsmen demanded his banishment from Haukadal.
(White)
It seems off time again, I'll let the tapes sync up.
Quick, the walls are caving in, I'll show you here
what I mean with all thats done before the humour met
my hurt side. When four best friends collide the
heart is where you go. How was I supposed to know
that you couldn't let this go? It seems so separated
but this came together like a wound into the flesh.
It means this is everything. To measure up the rock
to my heart and its percent of me. Well it's a
hundred and fifty, and thats the way it will be. How
was I supposed to know that you couldn't let this go.
You can't fake this heart. It's not the same to you.
I'm not in debt to any heart except my own. This is
my medicine, my effort, my home. I'm not in debt to
anyone except myself. This is my happiness, my