The Olympics

As you'll know if you've been reading this blog for more than 5 minutes, the FG loves the Olympics. That said, she prefers Winter to Summer (there's just too much going on in the Summer), and CBC coverage to anyone else's.

Yes, they are happening. Yes, the opening ceremony uniforms were mostly awful, but how fun was it to see the countries in the order of the number of brush strokes in Chinese calligraphy? Yes, the US team is well ahead, depending on whether you rank by total number of medals, or weight the golds over the total, but how fun is it that the two fastest people in the world are two 21 year olds from Jamaica? Yes, Michael Phelps won more medals than anyone else, ever, and yes, it has been amazing to watch him win and win and win.

I had a lovely, and much needed, shore weekend again, featuring a healthy debate: Be it resolved that the Opening Ceremonies were frightening. As in, "1984" frightening. Discuss.

Frankly, in part, I'm distracted by events in my own life. Not to mention war in Georgia. Hello, Olympic truce, anyone? How disturbing was it to watch the Leader of the Free World blithely sitting next to Putin at the opening ceremonies? Oh, wait, that's right. America doesn't have problems ...