Showing posts with label Olympics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Olympics. Show all posts

November 05, 2008

China






If you have ever travelled to a foreign land where all of your preconceived notions of the place were challenged and turned on themselves with every turn of a corner and human encounter than you will understand just how difficult it is to impart the experience to another person. I don't want to sound cliche but you just have to walk the walk for yourself.
The sights, sounds and smells of both Shanghai and Beijing have left an indelible impression upon me and I would love to have the chance to deepen the experience in the future with another visit.

When you give yourself up to the streets of Shanghai you will discover as you walk along lanes that are scented with exotic spices, dust from massive construction projects, grease from makeshift sidewalk kitchens selling God knows what kind of food to those brave enough to partake of the fare and the occasional whiff of raw sewerage that seems to appear out of nowhere like a Limburger phantom.
You will also experience a curious mix of fabulously old neighborhoods lending their style and blending with modern architecture that boggles the imagination and leaves one feeling quite small and insignificant among the steel and glass creations that soar into the heavens.
Top:
The french concession, a burgeoning artsy area that is quickly becoming the place for foreigners to meet and where two scooters would have a difficult time passing each other.
Below:
The view from what is presently the world's tallest building. All of the towers in the foreground are over seventy stories tall and the buildings across the river are from a place called The Bund.
The only thing I will say about Beijing is that it will reassess your ideas of scale. The city is huge! And because of the Olympics it is also very well maintained. Chinese pride insisted on showing the west the finest of livery for the multitudes of visitors who flocked to see some of the world's finest athletes compete for fame. Little did they realize that the city was competing as well.
Do make it a point to visit this town. The great wall, the forbidden city, Tienanmen Square will all give you a a memory of something that was created with the idea that there are things bigger than the single individual. Bigger even than an entire generation. Things that can only be measured in millennia and even then we aren't quite certain that we are looking at it from the correct perspective. The place is a mystery; and all the better for it.

August 25, 2008

Sport.

I don't like the Olympics.
No, it's not the commercialism. What do I care how much money broadcasting companies pay for the right to televise the events. The posturing, the politics and jingoism that appears every two years don't really effect me all that much. After all, whenever there is a world event somebody is going to use it as a pulpit to aggrandize or grouse and bellyache about their personal peeves.


I don't really care if the opening and closing ceremonies are staged productions with computer generated effects and lip syncing children. I like cool effects and the children will not care about this stuff by next summer. I don't believe that athletes feel like sex objects because of their outfits and it's quite possible that many of them are actually quite proud of their bodies and enjoy showing them off. Go ahead, Google it yourself.This gal has some really great melons.

I like to watch all the action and to tell the truth even though I cheer the American's on, I never much care about the results. Win or lose I just love to watch champions at work.

I do not like the Olympics because of the silly questions I get from folks. Specifically: Which country are you rooting for? Who do you want to win? America or Japan? This time around it was particularly severe because of the baseball and softball competition. Yet as I was watching the games my allegiance kept switching sides. I kept cursing all the errors no matter who made them and going wild over every fine play. I felt bad that Japan got their asses handed to them but I am even more pissed off that America didn't get the gold.
I wonder I I could get enough money together to afford a London vacation. I sure would like to see the spectacle with my own eyes instead of the Cyclopean one

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