Watch the Olympics With Me, vol. 1
I'm watching it all on tv. Big Cuter thinks we are hopelessly 20th century, sticking to the big screen in our living room. He watches in real time, on his telephone. Honestly, even if I had more than a stupid phone (which I don't) I don't think I'd watch that way. I just don't care that much. What I like are the stories and the spectacle and the momentary hush before the bell rings and the event begins. I like the preparation coming down to that one instant for everyone, all at the same time. The athletes, the time keepers, the bell ringers, the basket-ladies, the groundskeepers, the maintenance crews - it's all been about this moment in time. They are all in it together, and I, sitting at home on Douglas, am there with them, too... and with the billion other people who watched the Opening Ceremonies last week. Danny Boyd made a movie for the modern age, and he did it with style. There was no over-the-top extravag...