Confessions of an Old Nerd
OK, it’s time to fess up. I’m in my mid-50s, and I never learned to touch-type. But it gets worse.
OK, it’s time to fess up. I’m in my mid-50s, and I never learned to touch-type. But it gets worse.
Am I the only one who is considering sprint planning “sessions” for personal side projects? Am I crazy?
I’m about to start a new and utterly crazy side project, and I’m not even sure that I’ll be able to pull it off, or how I’ll do it, or even when.
Trains. People. Interesting to watch. All kinds of people. Walking slow. Running to catch the train.
Today everything is late. 30 minutes. 45 minutes. 1 hour. Connections are missed. Connections are delayed? Am I going to make it?
I wonder how time I waste each year waiting for flights, trains, buses, Ubers, Lyfts, taxis, cars.
Noise-canceling headphones are a true godsend! I can now bring my “quiet bubble” wherever I go.
It’s snowing! First snow of the season. It’s cold and dark. The days are short. Very short.
It’s a strange feeling to sit in these coffee shops in the …
Another morning in Stockholm. Another coffee shop. Another day of …
It’s been almost 2 weeks now since I completely rebooted my …
Well, it’s day one as an ex-expat back in Sweden after 35 years …