Six degrees to me

In the last five years, I’ve conducted more interviews than I ever imagined I would. Somehow, while I do (kind of) like people, and am (kind of) curious to learn about new things, and get (kind of) excited (kind of) easily, I’ve never really seen myself as an interviewer – because somewhere deep down, I still (kind of) know that I’m (kind of) shy.

And when you think about it, the interview person is holding all the cards, really, unless you happen to know something that he doesn’t know you know, but that’s never happened to me.

Straightforward postgame interviews can be frustrating and exciting at the same time.

It's a jungle out there.

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Pinko

Just like it’s difficult to keep up with the changes in a child growing up in front of our eyes, the world around us changes so slowly and fast at the same time that it’s hard to overlook how big some of the changes in the last 50 years have been. Fifty years is a long time for a person, but not for mankind.

Sometimes, Son and I play a game called, “Tell Me What Didn’t Exist When You Were Little, Dad”.

King of the hill, last one sitting

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Bandits

OK, I can see now that several of Master Risto’s wunderful texts have been snatched to other sites, so, this is what I’ll do. I’ll take that old RSS feed, and snap it into two pieces over my knee. Here’s the Feedburner feed that – according to my long experience of googling stuff – should help.

You’ll still get the texts to your client, but the rascals at the fake sites won’t.

Thanks, amigos.

– Webmaster

Webmaster has been fired, for incompetence. His trick didn’t work. Still, grab the feed here.

Being cool

You gotta hand it to ABBA. They wrote some pretty amazing songs back in the 1970s, songs that we still listen to – and love – here in 2009. I was listening to Mamma Mia this morning, thinking about this, and how Björn and Benny tapped into something universally human pool of emotions that still resonates with us.

But I won't be wearing any of this, no matter how cool it may be.

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Fit for flight

Here’s the joke of the day.

“What do you get when you throw a mobile phone in a bathtub?
Answer: Speech bubbles.”

Pretty good, right? Before you scroll down and start ripping the joke apart – as is the custom on the Internet – let me add this tiny bit of information: The joke was written by my son, six years old.

Still friends

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Poor brain

People who are regularly bombarded with several streams of electronic information do not pay attention, control their memory or switch from one job to another as well as those who prefer to complete one task at a time, a group of Stanford researchers has found.

I suppose that would be you, dear reader, at the receiving end of my emails, blog entries, tweets, and text messages. Please don’t try to read them all at the same time, and at least please don’t try to listen to my puckcasts while reading this.

All kidding aside – but still, don’t do it – I found that study fascinating. Today, I finally listened to (while driving a car) the On Point podcast with the professor behind the study trying to convince a couple of twenty-somethings that those who try to multitask actually are worse at focusing than those that don’t multitask. The high multitaskers also had worse memory and were slower to switch from one task to another than those who didn’t multitask as much.

“They couldn’t help thinking about the task they weren’t doing,” Ophir said. “The high multitaskers are always drawing from all the information in front of them. They can’t keep things separate in their minds.”

The brain is not made for multitasking, the captain said. And well, I think I’ve known that all along, even though I can chew gum and walk, even run, at the same time. But I cannot listen to CNN and read the ticker at the same time.

Can you?

And I bet you can't read this and my tweets at the same time.

On speed

Here’s a fact I’m 100 percent sure you didn’t know: You’re reading the collected works of the speed reading champion of the Oulunkylä Elementary School, circa 1976.

One day on third grade, each of us had to leave the classroom at some point, sit down with the teacher, and read as much of a book as we could in 60 seconds, out loud. I can’t remember how many words I read, or even what the book was.

Just chillin' ... what's up?

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Sudden end

On Wednesday, September 30, 2009, on the day that the NHL teams had to file their rosters, and make the final cuts, Mats Sundin announced his retirement at the Grand Hotel in Stockholm, Sweden. Grand Hotel is the hotel where the Nobel Prize laureates spend their time in Stockholm when they come to town to collect the award in December. That’s where the stars stay when in Stockholm. Across a small bay, there is the Royal Palace where the King of Sweden has his office.

Some 15 kilometers north of Grand Hotel, there is Edsbacka krog, one of two restaurants with two Michelin stars in Sweden. The inn is in the heart of Sollentuna, next to the Edsbergs castle, which in turn overlooks Edsviken, the Baltic Sea bay, a beautiful public park where Swedes go for picnics, and walks and runs, and, on the other side of the water, a hockey arena.

Thank you very Mats.

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