Saturday, February 25, 2006
Olympics.... Success or failure...
Growing up I remember watching the Olympics... I remember Mary Lou retain being on the cover of Wheaties, the great Dave and Dan commercials for the decathlon. I remember the opening ceremonies being as big a deal as New Years. Most importantly I remember the World putting aside their differences to express themselves the way the used to, through competition on various playing fields. At 22 while living in Europe I remember thinking a tattoo of the Olympic rings would be a reasonable symbol on my body to express ULTIMATE competition.
I have found myself disappointed this year with the Olympics. Now more than ever the world needs to unite behind great competition. It feels as though from every angle (despite NBC raking in north of $65,000,000) the Olympics have become less important than, well anything. I find myself blogging about my lack of desire to watch as opposed to watching. These are superior athletes, the best at what they do, competing for themselves and their countries without a lot of fans.
so I ask, why do the Rings mean so little... Why now... When they should mean the most do they mean the least. Why can't we stand side by side and stand with great pride when any national anthem is played to honor success. Look at the world, read the newspaper, we need to come together. The Olympics need to allow us to take a step back, a step out of the mountains in afghatnistan, a day of peace in Iraq, a day watching and rooting, not for your favorite athlete, or your country but for the hope that at some point in the future the World will come together and compete, with respect, in peace.
I never did get that tattoo but hope one day I want it again...
good luck
'the guy'
Growing up I remember watching the Olympics... I remember Mary Lou retain being on the cover of Wheaties, the great Dave and Dan commercials for the decathlon. I remember the opening ceremonies being as big a deal as New Years. Most importantly I remember the World putting aside their differences to express themselves the way the used to, through competition on various playing fields. At 22 while living in Europe I remember thinking a tattoo of the Olympic rings would be a reasonable symbol on my body to express ULTIMATE competition.
I have found myself disappointed this year with the Olympics. Now more than ever the world needs to unite behind great competition. It feels as though from every angle (despite NBC raking in north of $65,000,000) the Olympics have become less important than, well anything. I find myself blogging about my lack of desire to watch as opposed to watching. These are superior athletes, the best at what they do, competing for themselves and their countries without a lot of fans.
so I ask, why do the Rings mean so little... Why now... When they should mean the most do they mean the least. Why can't we stand side by side and stand with great pride when any national anthem is played to honor success. Look at the world, read the newspaper, we need to come together. The Olympics need to allow us to take a step back, a step out of the mountains in afghatnistan, a day of peace in Iraq, a day watching and rooting, not for your favorite athlete, or your country but for the hope that at some point in the future the World will come together and compete, with respect, in peace.
I never did get that tattoo but hope one day I want it again...
good luck
'the guy'
Thursday, February 02, 2006
test driving a blog...
I have been debating the blog scene for some time. I would often think about who would read my blog and then I realized I really do not care. I decided in order to write a blog I must first decide what a blog really is and I have concluded it is a place to share your thoughts with anyone who might want to read, family, friends, strangers, hero's, enemies alike without discrimination. I am both surprised and disappointed that it has been so hard to write my first entry but I am convinced this is the hurdle, the only hurdle. I remember buying my own first car and being so excited at the dealer and debating if I would want to take it for a test drive or not. I thought about it and was dumbfounded that minutes before making the most expensive and biggest decision of my life I was nervous. When driving my car I rarely think about crashing, never have two hands on the wheel, always drive a little over the speed limit and the radio is never loud enough. So I took the plunge and nodded slowly with a dry mouth when asked if I wanted to take the care for a test drive. After adjusting the mirrors and my seat for a good 10 minutes (so it felt) I cruised along with my hands at 10-2 on the wheel just under the posted speed limit and used my blinkers WAY to far in advance. Oh, what song was on the radio, are you kidding, no radio... I was focused on not crashing. So there you have it, looks like my first blog is done and I'm safely back at the dealership, ready to make a purchase, explore the world, see things I haven't seen, challenge myself, challenge others, on my blog (or in a silver 1998 Jetta).- the guy'
