Winter Olympics
I watched a lot of Olympics coverage in Canada last weekend. It was the first time I’d watched non-U.S. coverage, and it’s good to see other countries are so unashamedly patriotic. I get into it even when I’m not watching my own countrymen.
But it means you miss out on the awesome backstories of so many awesome athletes from around the world. I’ve got a Fungible Conviction coming up called “Think Global; Act Global” that discusses the issue of branding a lit mag as a geographically specific product—it deals with the idea of ignoring the Internet’s inherent arc toward universality—but for now, about these Olympians who make me so happy, I’ll give this axiom:
They offer up their past to be consumed by the flame of their performance. That’s what makes perfection so exhilarating.
