Aug 16, '09 : Winner takes it all
Filed under: True story
Doing the post-game interview can be tough, especially after a loss. But, being the professional that I like to think I am, of course I was ready for one … even if the walk upstairs was a long one, made even heavier by the weight of the loss on my shoulders.
The winner was already sitting in the booth when I got there. I saw the door with the sign, “Announcer / head referee”, at the end of the room. When I opened it, I saw her sitting in a special chair, smiling, and chatting with the said announcer, a legend in his field, mind you.
The winner was already sitting in the booth when I got there. I saw the door with the sign, “Announcer / head referee”, at the end of the room. When I opened it, I saw her sitting in a special chair, smiling, and chatting with the said announcer, a legend in his field, mind you.

Aug 11, '09 : Being Risto Pakarinen
Filed under: True story
When a baby is born in Finland, it is customary for the godmother (or father) to buy him (or her) a spoon that has the baby’s vital stats engraved in it. At that point in time, the stats are height and weight at birth as well as the date and time of birth.
And - naturally - the name.
And - naturally - the name.

Aug 08, '09 : Sibelius, sauna, and sisu
Filed under: True story
When I was a small boy living in Finland, my teacher told my class that despite Finnish being a small language with only about five million speakers, there were, in fact, two words that the rest of the world had adopted from us: sauna, and sisu.
For emphasis, that story was then followed by another one about Finnish UN soldiers in the Middle East, and how the first thing they did at their post was to build a sauna.
(For sisu, and sauna, see here.)
For emphasis, that story was then followed by another one about Finnish UN soldiers in the Middle East, and how the first thing they did at their post was to build a sauna.
(For sisu, and sauna, see here.)

Aug 07, '09 : Priority one
Filed under: True story
About nine years and eight months ago, I received an email from a pretty, young lady. The subject of the email was, “I hope you visit this site every day”, with the appropriate link attached to the body of the message.
http://www.thehungersite.com
The link took me to a site which I obviously hadn’t ever visited - the Hunger Site which helps to feed the hungry in Africa - but which I just as obviously visited right then.

http://www.thehungersite.com
The link took me to a site which I obviously hadn’t ever visited - the Hunger Site which helps to feed the hungry in Africa - but which I just as obviously visited right then.
