Sitting at the real estate agent’s office today, the nice lady selling her old house to us was telling us what a pain it was to move. But that, fortunately, she hadn’t had to do that very often. That’s when my wife jumped in with the facts*.
(* Still unverified).
You may have noticed that it’s been a few days since Mr. Pakarinen updated this page, and let’s be honest here – as we always are here at RPlog – his last real update here was almost two weeks ago. I see he’s been posting some old columns here. Oh well.
But, in all fairness – and we’re nothing if not fair around here – he hasn’t been slacking off, no, no, sir. In fact, I just put in the last details on a new page Mr. Pakarinen has been working on the last few weeks. That’s right, a new page.
It’s got nothing to do with hockey, although, hockey may also come up in his work. What it is, is a collection of “news clippings” he’s “found”. That means he makes them up and thinks he’s being funny.
“It’s a little different kind of writing,” says Mr. Pakarinen.
Is it different or “different”? I’m not saying I like all of his pieces, but I have laughed at some of them. Especially the one about the … well, see for your self.
The Risto Twist-o at www.ristopakarinen.com/home/twisto/
Get a free lifetime subscription, while you’re there. I know I did.
Oh, to have the power of the sports execs.
Lost and found:
Just to let you know: I finished both Monday’s and Tuesday’s crosswords this week. And correctly, too, not filling the blanks with random letters – like I’m known to have done in the past.
Filed under “true story”.
Apparently, self-control is a good thing:
Once Mischel began analyzing the results, he noticed that low delayers, the children who rang the bell quickly [to get marshmallows now instead of waiting and getting two later], seemed more likely to have behavioral problems, both in school and at home. They got lower S.A.T. scores. They struggled in stressful situations, often had trouble paying attention, and found it difficult to maintain friendships. The child who could wait fifteen minutes had an S.A.T. score that was, on average, two hundred and ten points higher than that of the kid who could wait only thirty seconds.
[T]he ability to delay gratification … was a far better predictor of academic performance than I.Q. In other words, “intelligence is really important, but it’s still not as important as self-control.”
That’s my problem. I would have failed the marshmallow test. I’ve always been the kind who eats all candy right away, hand to mouth until the bag is empty. The upside is that I would have been just fine with getting only one marshmallow now. No regrets, either.
However, I always did well in school, I had the patience to learn those German verbs, and work my through the math problems. Maybe I’m a genius?
But I can’t get up at 5 am to work out, I’m no good at dieting, and I generally prefer now to later. Which is why I can never have projects just lying around. I’ve published three books, two of them were collections of my earlier articles, the third an oral history of a hockey team.
I would love to have “work-in-progress”. When I picked up painting, I loved it – the actual work – but I always had to finish everything in one sitting. (Standing).
So, now I’m actually trying to practice having unfinished work lying around. I go to bed in the middle of a sentence instead of burning the midnight oil and working my way to the end of the story. I would love to have a half-finished crossword puzzle folded inside my notebook, so that I could add a word every now and then, over a course of days and weeks.
And this weekend, I did something that may be a step to the right direction.
This:
Although, I chose Monday’s crossword because it’s the easiest, and I finished it in one sitting.
Upside: I should have been working instead. I feel like a better person already.
Music can transcend time and place like nothing else (except apparently smell). Hearing a song can bring back memories that you didn’t know you even had. And then make you wonder why you have them.
Here are my two examples. Except I know.
Oops.
Huan and Hui stuffed the money in a duffle bag, closed down their gas station, and hit the road, in pursuit of a better life as millionaires.
Below is a fairly long thing about running.
Get the printer-friendly pdf here or keep reading the 3 000-word story below.
