Military operations

Posted on by
4

Not only do Wife and I quote movie lines, such as “Let’s ride!”, back to each other, we also imitate movie action in our lives. Not to the extent that we’d fly to Mexico to save a poor village from El Guapo, or that I’d be working on a time machine in our garage – although I do like Doc Brown’s hair, a lot – but when we like something in a movie, we’ll make our own version of it.

(Writing the above sentence, I also realized that there’s another line we do use with each other. A lot. Whenever one of us says something like, “Oh I hate that” or “I really liked that buffet”, the other one says, “Oh yeah? How much”, to which there is only one correct answer: “A lot”. It’s a scene in Life of Brian, a movie that Wife can recite from beginning to end, which really makes me admire her. How much? A lot).

Casting: Son, Stage design: Son, Photo: Risto

Continue reading →

Sunday tradition

Posted on by
5

A few years ago, it may even be a full decade ago, time goes so fast that I can’t really be sure just off the top of my head like this, so I’ll just say that it wasn’t “recently” which is a word Wife uses often to describe any event she can remember, it seems, most often when she talks about movies that she’s seen even if I it’s been, say, three years, or so, although in this case, I’m not even trying to say it was recently, and now that I think about it, it must have been a good ten years ago because Sister-in-Law was probably single and since Wife and I celebrate – every day, mind you – now eleven years together, I was in the picture ten years ago, too, when, and I am slowly getting to the point here, she, Sister-in-Law, had this Sunday tradition of having brunch, or afternoon tea, I can’t be sure, with this one special fellow.

The coffee cups in the photo mayor may not be from the coffee shop mentioned in the story.

Continue reading →

Blowing off steam

Posted on by
5

I saw something strange at the gym the other day, and I guess I could try to use it as a metaphor for something bigger in life, or spin a tale about things that people do.

And if I tried to reach to the inner corridors of my memory, I might be able to come up with another incident like the one I saw the other day – whoops, there it was – but since it’s not something I’d like to spend a lot of time or brain capacity on, and let’s face it, both are a limited commodity – I’m not going to do that.

Blue as my eyes

Continue reading →

Take five

Posted on by
4

Ever since I was five, Dad and I have been going to sports events together, mostly hockey and soccer games.

My earliest memories: the smell of the arena, a young boy selling popcorn by yelling “pooooooooooooop cooooooooooorneeeeeeeeeeee”, goalies looking weird, wooden benches, ads being projected onto the ice during intermissions, a huge cloud of cigarette smoke hovering close to the ceiling that was supported by thick cables, and a friend of Dad’s buying, and eating, ten sausages.

Ten.

The line to nakki heaven

Continue reading →

Spot

Posted on by
3

“Quick, quick,” Wife yelled, opening the front door for me. I grabbed my iPod off the kitchen counter and ran outside.

“Go get ‘em,” I heard her shout behind me, but by then, I was already a good 30 meters outside the house, running towards the garage, adjusting my black leather bag that kept hitting me in the rear end. Our car was parked outside the garage complex, where eight families kept their cars mostly second cars, parked. Most of the tiny garages were used as storage space and so filled with junk that the cars were always outside.

Ours, too.

I jumped inside – I had already parked it so that I could just get in and drive – and made a quick left, then another quick left, then a quick U-turn and then an even quicker parallel parking trick, to claim the only empty spot on the street – right outside our house.

I saw Wife standing by the window, giving me a thumbs-up. I smiled back, and flashed the famous Churchillian victory sign. When I got back in, we high-fived each other.

Well, he can have THAT one. Today.

Continue reading →

Webmaster speaks

Posted on by
1

People, people. People, people, people. Tsk, tsk. Two years ago, I was given a big budget and a lot of time to come up with the new, improved ristopakarinen.com. So, I spent four months in Italy, eating and drinking well, four months in India, hitchhiking through the country in a very Gandhi kind of way, and four months in Indonesia, eating and drinking well, and just as I touched down at the Arlanda airport on my way home, I came up with The Idea:

I would build one site, Home, for all of Mr. Pakarinen’s writing and blogging, links to his books, his projects, and such, another site, Puckarinen, dedicated for his hockey-related writing, and a third subsite, Risto Twist-o, for his “funny” fake news clippings.

Home would be home, the centerpiece, and the rest would follow naturally from there. I rolled up my sleeves, created three folders, and three RSS feeds, made a cup of coffee, and sent Mr. Pakarinen an email, asking him to test the new concept.

He liked it, a lot. We rolled it out the same day, and have never looked back.

But now, I realize that some of the readers of Home might also like what’s on Puckarinen, but don’t find their way there. And wise verses. And to post everything on both sites would “totally undermine the whole purpose of having the separate sites,” as Mr. Pakarinen told me.

In other words, I’m just here to remind you to check out the links under “Ristart” in the navigation, or click here to see the latest by Puckarinen.

By the way, I wrote a book, “Eat, Sleep, Drink” during my travels, and I hope it will be turned into a major motion picture some day.

Ding dang

Posted on by
2

Lately, I’ve been playing a lot of old Finnish pop in the car. So much so that the other day, I heard Son and Daughter sing one 1975 song in their rooms. This song, to be exact. And I can’t say I don’t like it, because I do. I remember exactly how funny I thought that song was myself, back in, well, 1975, when I was the same age Son is now.

Miserable blundering barbecued blister!

Continue reading →