In a couple weeks, a K-1 tournament is going to be held somewhere in Sweden, Stockholm, or the surrounding international waters. Now, the fairly new combat sport has a lot of fans, and it attracts a lot of people, and I guess it’s gaining in popularity.
On the advertising posters that you can see in the Stockholm subway cars, they run a few quotes from papers to add creditibility to the event.
One of them is by an evening paper columnist and it goes like this: “… this is the future.”
Moving is huge. Moving in with another person even huger. Helping out with that moving in is not as huge, but can be pretty interesting, especially if you only really know half of the couple now moving in together and if you’ve never seen the other person’s apartment before.
STOCKHOLM – We all love winners, and many a book has been written about what exactly makes a winner, without a definite answer. They come in all shapes and sizes, and they come from the east and the west. They’re nice guys and they’re tough guys, and they’re forward, defensemen and goalies.
Looking at a young player, it can be difficult to predict, or tell, who the true winners will be. They’re competitors, sure, but a lot of people compete without winning. There’s something special about the players who always seem to be able to win.
Naturally, they’re easy to spot after the fact – just look at their records – but none as easy as Mats Näslund, the former Tre Kronor and Montreal Canadiens star, who turns 50 on Saturday.
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.
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”.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
