I’m in LA right now, attending the MS TechEd conference. Walking around on the premices meeting people, both new accquaintances and people I already know. Perfectly normal. The other day Knowledge Factory had a party. Jeremy Moskowitz, running GPanswers.com, is a partner of Knowledge Factory, and he was at the party. It turns out that he plays pinball, and that he met a Swedish Pinball player last year. But he can’t remember the name, but he’s got a friend back home that do, so he could text her and ask for the name. So Jeremy sits down and start to write an SMS. I look at his phone, and the to field reads “Jamie”. I realize that Jeremy is from Seattle, and I know a Jamie from Seattle, so I ask him if it’s Jamie Beth. Yup, it was Jamie Beth – My candy lady! I told Jeremy to text her that he was partying with Candyman. And of course I knew that Swedish guy very well as well – Mats Runsten. Hilarious!

If we were talking about Säffle and Bromölla or some other redneck places I wouldn’t have been that surprised, but now we’re talking about two million-headed cities, and two guys meeting at a conference with several thousand attendees in a 15 million-headed city…

A couple of days later I met up with my friend John – the shotsbricka guy – and went to the Pig’n Whistle on Hollywood Blvd. We had a beer when this guy comes up and asks if he can have some snus from my box on the table. Apparently he had lived in Sweden, and he even had a Swedish flag tattooed. He talked about an Opeth concert the next day, and I told him that I knew a former singer of Opeth. It turns out that he knows him too, and a couple of other Swedish friends of mine, both from Stockholm and from Örebro. Hilarious!

Itty bitty world.

/P

Edit: And it happened again!