See this:
More Hankenstein here.
See this:
More Hankenstein here.
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.
Fifty years ago, Brazil and Sweden played in the World Cup final. Brazil won, 5-2, but with the 50th anniversary and everything, the Swedish media is running a lot of stories about the game.
In one of the photos, the Brazilian captain lifts the World Cup trophy. Around him, there’s a half a dozen photographers, dressed in suits and ties, and the Swedish players, with their arms crossed, some are smiling and seem to be talking with each other a little.
Imagine that. Not even the Swedes are as great losers anymore.
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.
Easter is my least favorite holiday. Although, I remember this one time when my parents and I did this funny thing where you take the, um, go to the, uh, when you watch a lot of movies and try to, kind of, and you… In fact, the only fun memory I have of Easter are the funny pictures my father used to paint on the eggs on Easter Sunday. Other than that, Easter is just one big gray bore to me.
Compared to Xmas, Easter has nothing. The food’s worse, there are no presents, the weather’s bad, and it at least used to be a really long holiday with all the stores closed, and absolutely nobody around. Easter was a solitary holiday for me and the Good Friday, well, just an OK Friday at best.
Hopefully, this year, we can make Easter a Feaster, and paint a lot of funny eggs.

The airport is quiet. Only two international flights remain for today, and only one from this particular part of the terminal. Most of the shops are closed, only one coffee shop serves its customers.

My latest on iihf.com:
Two more wins, and Leif Boork would be getting ready for his TV work at the World Championships in Canada later this year. Instead, he’s back in Brynas, back as the head coach, back to save the day.
Read it here.
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.
Anywhere you turn, you hear people saying that nobody reads anymore.