If you believe this:
“Police in Finland believe they have caught a car-thief thanks to a DNA sample taken from a sample of his blood found inside a mosquito.”
then I guess you have a hard time believing the suspect who said that
he did not steal the car, saying he had hitchhiked and was given a lift by a man driving the car:
Sports is best enjoyed live. I’m sorry to disappoint avid readers, but that’s just a fact.
For example, there is nothing better than to hear 6 000 Slovaks cheer and yell and play their drums and horns and whistles creating a noise that makes your ears pop, and the hair on your arms to stand up and salute – only to welcome their hockey team onto the ice. Because the noise they make when their team scores a goal can’t be called better. Just more.
First, a conversation with my Dutch colleague.
Me: I just had a huge insight. Huge.
Dutch: What is it?
Me: You know how people always say quitting is the easy way out? Well, it’s not. Quitting is really hard.
Dutch: Yes. Who says quitting is easy?
Me (sheepishly): They just say so.
Dutch: Who’s they?
Me: People.
Dutch: They’re wrong. Quitting is not easy.
Me: I know!
Then, my two lessons:
1. Quitting is not easy.
2. Huge insight may not be so huge.
About a year ago, I mentioned that I keep a list on my desk. Here’s another list of mine, but this one has only existed in my head until now. These are the Top 3 Worst Answers to Anything.
1. “You should understand that, you’re a smart person.”
2. “I was kidding, don’t you have a sense of humor?”
3. “Lighten up, it ain’t that serious.“
They all put whoever is saying it in a position of power, and make him/her an authority to evaluate (and judge) others’ intelligence, seriousness, and the quality of their sense of humor.
And to quote George Costanza: “Where do you get the ego?”
What would you say, if I told you that
“if your friend’s friend’s friend becomes happy, that has a bigger impact on you being happy than putting an extra $5,000 in your pocket.”
That’s what a recent study says, anyway.
Happiness is contagious! You surround yourself with people that are happy, and you’ll be happy.
So, thank you for visiting my blog. It makes me so happy. Nice to have you here, why don’t you just click around a bit. Maybe this is is something you’d like? Or this one? And I know you’d be happy to find this one again, I bet you had forgotten all about it. Fun stuff, right?
Be happy.
How do you not want to buy this modeling set:
I think I need one.
I see that Brian Burke is in the news again. I wish him good luck at the new job, even if, to me, he’ll always be best known for this:
»This is a must-read for the hockey fan, whether hard-core or casual. The tales are well-told, whimsical and thoughtful all at the same time.« – Brian Burke, GM, Anaheim Ducks
“What?” said the taxi driver after he picked up his phone and made the sound of a Formula One car engine finally go away.
“Is it Ben? Yeah, I missed your call earlier, tried to call you back just now,” he then went on, even though he hadn’t.
“What?” he said again. “A rat? In the Volvo? In the garage? Are you kidding me?” he said, getting more upset with each question. And then he paused, for a second or so.
“The rat ate the journal?”
I guess nobody believes a cat or a dog eating the homework anymore.
Anybody who’s spoken with me in the last two years, knows that I often begin my sentences, “I heard in a podcast that…”
Because I listen to a lot of them. On the bus, the subway, driving, at the gym, you name it.
But I realized today, walking towards the Old Town in Vienna that, whenever I’m in a new city, I don’t want to listen to my iPod. I want to hear the sound of the city, even if it is the same old sound of cars driving by.
There’s the odd clonk of the trams, the honking, and the lacking of it. The muffled sounds of everything when there’s snow. And I don’t want to miss it.
