Since I have been working from my home office for over five years now, I’m not a regular commuter, and therefore, not a regular subway train passenger. I’d (almost) like to be, I find the subway to be a great place to read and listen to my precious podcasts.
And to get a feel what “they” think. And judging by the trip I made today, people don’t read newspapers as much as they did five years ago. Which is naturally no surprise, we knew that. But now I’ve seen it with my own eyes.
I took the train yesterday. Nice, environmental choice that also gave me an opportunity to work the full three hours it took for me to get transported from Stockholm, the “capital of Scandinavia”, as the city’s tourist council wants us to call it, to Gothenburg, the .. something of the something on the “front of Sweden”.
I’ve never been a smoker so if I sound obnoxious here, please forgive me, and just shrug it off. Just think that I’m ignorant when it comes to these things.
(Full disclosure: Back in the 1970s, I did think it was cool to smoke the liquorice pipes now banned by the EU, and the long gone liquorice cigarettes, wrapped in Camel paper and all – and in fact, I smoked a liquorice pipe as recently as today. Not endorsing that habit, either, though).
I’m not one to make cool entries or exits. I know one when I see it, but I don’t think I have the ego to pull them off. Sometimes I do something that seems like a great idea at the time, or I lash out to someone in a way that is really witty, but also mean, and then I feel bad about it for the rest of the day.
Time truly flies. In just 105 days, it’s time for another edition of Island Games, the sports event for the island nations. Or “nations”, depending on your view on autonomous parts of independent countries. It seems like yesterday that Greenland’s Kim Godtfredsen stopped the clock at 33.27.60 to win the men’s 10 000 meter race.
The six-word memoir of the day:
“Waiting for the phone to ring.”
Here’s my six-word memoir of the day:
“You still ain’t seen nothing yet.”
