Anywhere you turn, you hear people saying that nobody reads anymore.
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Author Archives: Risto
To Russia, with love
When I was twelve years old, I got a book for Xmas. Now, I understand that hockey players (and coaches) and reading don’t always seem to mix, but this was a special book. That book essentially made me who I am. I read it that night, and again the next day. I carried it around with me for a while.
2 gigs
My mother’s computer got screwy on her way from China to Stockholm. The keyboard went crazy, and when the Dell support didn’t reply in 20 hours, she was naturally left with only one option: to buy a Mac.
I wonder what she’ll do if her car doesn’t start when she gets to Finland.
Terrific two
My daughter turned two today. She was blissfully ignorant about that, but fully enjoyed the attention she got all day.
As did her brother, the emcee of the show, and her manager. I think his cut is 30 percent, which, having seen him work, is only fair.
Run, baby, run
Why do people often run as fast as they can all the way to the street, then look around, and finally walk across it, slowly? Why not just keep running?
If they’re afraid of getting hit by a car, walking slowly is not going to help.
Is this one of the predictably irrational decisions we make? (And when I say “we”, I mean “they.” I run, baby.)
The Grapes of Wrath
He got off easy. Red card is nothing, considering that the punishment for this deadly sin, wrath (or anger), is being dismembered alive. Of course, that’s after the Big Referee takes the priest off the game. How he can be dismembered alive in Hell is beyond me.
NHL.com: The fat lady
Fortune cookie
Twenty years ago, I wanted to become a Hallmark card writer. I thought that it took a special talent to make a joke in such a small space, with only one element of surprise – the turn of the page – available.
Still do.
Yes is the answer
This just in.
Somebody’s entering a crowded market.
Stories from The Vault
A few years ago, Alexander Ovechkin was just a top prospect, the Sporting News covered the NHL, and I was editor-in-chief of Finnish Hockey magazine. How time flies.
Here’s a piece from the archives: When Risto met Alex. (pdf)