It’s not you, Ovie, it’s me. Really. You’re a fine, no, amazing, wonderful player, and a really knee-slapping funny guy, but somehow, in some strange way, I just don’t feel it.
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Musical journey
It’s amazing how music can bring back memories. I was thinking about this – and by now you already know that I always have to say where I was when I was thinking something, which, I’m thinking as I sit at my desk looking at the Bobby Orr photo must be because thinking per se is such an usual activity for my brain that I have to geotag it – as I was walking up the hill from the gym last night, listening to a tune.
It takes a village
Every city has its own special personalities that everybody knows of, but nobody really knows. And while I understand that some people look at them and feel bad, I’ve always been fascinated by them.
Maybe I’ve even admired them. The courage. The way they’ve decided to do whatever it is they want to do. The best ones are obviously the ones that are not dangerous.
Here are some of my favorites:
Class act
The Stockholm Konserthuset, “the concert house”, had an open doors day today, in a effort to get kids to come to the city, see the fabulous blue building, try some instruments, and get so totally hooked on classical music it ain’t real, baby.
Helsinki
If I had my wife here, and my adorable kids, my parents, my in-laws, my buddies, a guy who’s selling handing out free hot dogs, a pack of new sticks, and pucks, and a vintage Karhu-Kissat sweater, and another guy who’s handing out drinks, if Kirk McLean was here to stop try to stop my shots, and Wayne Gretzky to feed those passes to my tape, and if my VacuTacks were brand new, this would have been perfect.
But a skating rink in downtown Helsinki, with the sun shining, and temperature just perfectly freezing, is pretty good as it is.
“Lookin’ at me?”
Here’s something to think about:
“Nine-in-ten American adults say most of their fellow Americans are overweight. But just seven-in-ten say this about “the people they know.” And just under four-in-ten (39%) say they themselves are overweight.”
And I bet ten-in-ten say they could get rid of the extra weight if “they wanted to”.
Points of contact
I’m trying to find a photo of a gadget. I think I’ll send my email to “General Enqueries”, cc to “All Other issues.”
Wait. I’m confused again.
Date with a date
Here we are now. Welcome, 2009. Wishing you a great new year.
Snail male
Sure, the two customers in front of me were kind of difficult. Like, both asked questions. But I was in a hurry because I had just snuck out of the movie theater to get some candy for me and my son.
So every second counted.
And the only person behind the counter is a guy who’s really slow. So slow that I was actually trying to make eye contact to send him a stinky eye. But he’s just working there, so he’s not in a hurry.
When I finally get to the counter, I see a sticker on the cash register. Somebody – a frustrated customer? a scheming colleague? – has pasted a sticker with the text, “snigel” on it.
Swedish for “snail.”
Either he’s got a reputation, or he’s trying to attract dyslexic women.
Merry and Happy
A well-deserved break, even if I say so myself. Be well.
