Our cable TV provider was acquired by another company a few months ago. For us, that meant picking up a new digital box for our TV. According to the instructions that came with the new box, we should now throw the old one in the garbage.
I was so bored today I had to call my Mom and tell her that I had nothing to do. As usual, she had a few suggestions. Mothers always do. Must be something they get at the maternity clinic when the father is in the parking lot, trying to find his car.
Tough guys don’t dance:
Here’s an entry from the archives. All the way from December 2005, in fact.
Magic with Malik and Dad
There we were, Dad and I, in the Madison Square Garden last Saturday. It was Dad’s first NHL game ever, and for me, it was the first time I was in MSG.
Finns see themselves as a nation with a poor collective self-esteem. If that’s possible. To have a collective self-esteem, I mean.
Anyway, apparently, our self-esteem is fine, thank you very much, and instead, we rank higher than, for example, Japan, in how we feel about ourselves.
Where do we get the ego?
Just got back from London where we spent a long weekend, taking in the latest trends, the sights, and doing a lot of shopping. Amazing city.
But the left-hand traffic is a killer. Really. Without the huge “LOOK RIGHT” signs painted on the streets, I don’t know how right I would look now.
The funny thing is that many people here talk about that as “the Brits driving on the wrong side of the street.” Left isn’t wrong, right? It’s just … left.
Here’s a special post for a special occasion. It’s my wife’s birthday, and I wanted to do something special. So, here’s the first ever RPodcast. It’s a short short story about a man, his job and a baby, with some autobiographical elements in it.
If you don’t want to listen to my reading of the piece, the entire text can be found after the jump. (But you’ll miss photos, some sound effects, and my lulling voice.)
I’ve been thinking about different sorts of clubs lately. Not night clubs, more like membership in an exclusive group. Such as, VIP treatment at a hockey, an inner circle of any genre, a gym, and how we all want to feel special.
I’m in Finland for the Finnish Custom Publishing Day, and staying at a hotel. Every time I eat alone in a restaurant – and that happens regularly on my numerous visits to the old country – I think about this movie: Steve Martin, The Lonely Guy.
No spotlights on me tonight, though.
