The Finnish league has its awards gala tonight. I’m there. Not blogging.

Here I am again. Me and the babies. And their mothers of course.

This is the number one mother-baby cafe in town, and the town is Helsinki.

Only, this time, it’s also a grandpa-dad-son-grandson cafe.

And another nod to William Goldman:

Nobody knows anything.

Does everybody love the underdogs?

For those keeping score: I moved to Sweden ten years ago today. Hurra!

Europe goes back/forward to daylight saving time tonight. I’ve forgot which one is the “normal” time. The winter time?

Picked up playing the guitar again. I can play one song, and play it badly. But as proud as Mary, I play that song about her.

I just like to carry the guitar around, sit by the window, and just move my fingers on the guitar neck.

Yes, sit by the window where our neighbours can see me – but not hear.

Here’s something for the playoffs.

Anxiety affects performance by causing people to think too much about their actions, not because it is distracting per se.

Don’t think.

I hereby confess to being a control freak.
I only like chaos when it’s my own doing. And then, it ain’t chaos.
You can test your own level of freakness by traveling by train during a major public holiday when they’re redoing the signal systems, and replace all outgoing trains with buses for the first kilometers.
If you go through that smiling, you thrive on chaos, and you don’t need to worry about grumpy people like me.

Just finished some work I did for an American media company. On the bottom of the tax information document it says:

And then sign here, here, and here.