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<blockquote data-quote="Lone Wolf &#039;49" data-source="post: 1859310" data-attributes="member: 3016"><p>(Please excuse the typos. Will hurry. There’s much Olympics to explore.)</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Breakfast: Mixed fruit, awesome crunchy bscon (ACB), great link sausage, scrambled eggs, canaloni beans (pork ‘n to us rednecks), wheat toast with currant jelly, orange juice, yogurt:</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Commute: Slept in‘til 7. Took the 8:30 red double-decker. Top deck. Bus not full. Worked instead of looking at the Tower of London and Tower Bridge. Won’t make that mistake again.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>It’s Monday and Londoners-those who stayed in town-are going back to work. </p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Home on the 10 p.m. red double-deck bus from the MPC to Russell Square. S</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>There’s an Olympic bubble, like Pleasantville. You could spend the whole Olympics in the bubble-eating, sleeping, working and shopping. Many people do it. But it’s important to break out. That’s why I love riding the tube. I love walking in the Russell Square. Inside the bubble is a great, enchanting magic world. Mostly the bubble was picked up by giant cranes and carried here from Vancouver. Vancouver hauled the bubble the same way from Beijing. I love it inside. </p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>But outside is a place not to be missed. Real people are there. Real places to be smelled and tasted and seen. Real wide-eyed children. Real chances to show that Americans are not ugly.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Volunteer du jour: Rosaland, 60-ish, round-faced and grandmotherly. Working at different places in the MPC; was helping Gabi at the ticketing desk today. Thinks the Olympics is “fantastic, better than just about anything. The buzz&#8230;the energy&#8230;.I will remember it for the rest of my life.” She was so happy, so almost made me cry.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> Ouch. When I was walking past the press conference rooms this morning, a young man with a perky British accent asked where I was from; it was time for me to say Oklahoma. He responded, “are they known for anything other than bombings?”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> I was too shocked to say what I should have: “golly, young man, everybody knew somebody, or knew somebody who knew somebody” and so he would have learned a lesson on thoughtfulness. Somebody else will teach him some day. With a right cross to the chin, maybe. </p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> (Full disclosure: a British accent sounds a lot like Aussie, or Kiwi, and I sure wouldn’t recognize him if I saw himi gain. So I have no idea where he’s from and don’t want to indict any group. There are immature people everywhere.)</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Lunch: Yogurt, apple, two cookies.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> The Evening Standard reported that Paul McCartney and the others were paid just one pound for performing at the opening ceremony. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> Workers have finished moving the Olympic flame to the south end of the stadium, where it will reside for the rest of the games. Only people with tickets to the track and field events will be able to see it in person. I’m sure you’ve heard the complaints about that. </p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Today’s confirmation that George Bernard Shaw was right when he wrote that we and the British are “two peoples separated by a common language.” The hotel guy said, “we can knock you up at 6:15.” Back home, we would have said, “I will knock on your door and wake you up at 6:15.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Speaking of Shaw, to wake me up, they could hail and salute me, then haul off and shoot me, but get me to the MPC on time&#8230;</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> Walked over to the pool this afternoon and enjoyed the 10-meter men’s synchronized diving. The crowd was enjoying it, too. It’s a noisy arena. Such athleticism!</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Email from a person at home who, while acknowledging that all typos are excused, thought he had spotted one: “At first I thought that was the case with today's final item - ‘Dinner: Pastie with Nicki at the swimming venue.’ Then I checked online and discovered that a pastie actually is ‘a large to medium sized round battered pie common to Northern Ireland.’”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Weather: Brilliant sun early, then the clouds rolled in. The a spectacular nearly-Oklahoma sunset. Breezy and pretty-much raw. High 66, low 54. The weather really has been quite brisk since last week. I do sort of stubbornly wear shorts every day, because it IS the summer Olympics, after all.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Email from home: “Sorry you are having to endure the chilly temperatures and rain. According to weather.com here's what's happening in Hobart:</p><p> </p><p>Today 108 (107 right now at 2:30) </p><p>Tues 111 </p><p>Weds 113 </p><p>Thu 113 </p><p>Fri 110 </p><p>Sat 106 </p><p>Sun 105 </p><p>Mon 104 </p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> Locog’s daily newsletter listed some of the items that have been turned into lost-and-found here in the MPC: passports, phones, broadcast cameras, Kindles, clothing, keys, cameras and lenses, Dictaphones, wallets, sunglasses, microphones, laptops, binoculars and a set of paddles.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> Watched the USA defeat Hungary in a sold-out water polo venue tonight. I really enjoy water polo. Or, as it was known after I asked the driver to take me to the “pollo aquatic” venue at the 1991 Pan American games, “water chicken.” (Someone heard me, and every day when I returned to our office in the Havana Libre Hotel, people would say, “how did we do in Water Chicken today?” The stadium here is next door to the swimming/diving venue. It’s warm and classy. And it was a great game.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> Major fouls lead to exclusion; that is, time in the penalty box. After three exclusionary fouls, as the public address man said, “That is the third exclusionary foul on Jessica; she may participate no further.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> While we enjoyed the walk back to the MPC among happy strolling fellow Olympics lovers, the orange sunset stopped everyone in their tracks despite the cool breeze. The crowd cheered a GBR field hockey goal and young people relaxed on the grass beside the canal. </p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> Email from Oklahoma: You may have already heard this but on the Today show this morning, they were broadcasting from London....behind them stood a guy holding an OU flag...it was front & center. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Dinner: porridge. Seriously. From a concession stand in Olympic Park. I asked the server what porridge is. “Oats,” he said. They hadn’t sold much so far, because he didn’t quie know how to make it. Somebody showed him how to pour in the hot water and stir. Nicki I shared. I liked it, but Nicki said it wasn’t as good as her beloved McDonald’s outmeal back home. She gives up Cheetos for Lent; I give up McDonald’s for the Olympics.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Maybe in honor of the buses, Nicole brought a double-deck McDonald’s burger to the office today. It sure did smell good.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> So far 17,220 broadcasters and 6,601 print journalists have been credentialed.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> Fun fact: in 1948, the equestrian events were still limited to male commissioned officers. A Swedish sergeant won gold, but was disqualified later for not being a commissioned officer.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>These people are SO friendly and helpful and earnest&#8230;.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>What a privilege to be here! Every day is an adventure. Inspire a generation. And mind the gap.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lone Wolf '49, post: 1859310, member: 3016"] (Please excuse the typos. Will hurry. There’s much Olympics to explore.) Breakfast: Mixed fruit, awesome crunchy bscon (ACB), great link sausage, scrambled eggs, canaloni beans (pork ‘n to us rednecks), wheat toast with currant jelly, orange juice, yogurt: Commute: Slept in‘til 7. Took the 8:30 red double-decker. Top deck. Bus not full. Worked instead of looking at the Tower of London and Tower Bridge. Won’t make that mistake again. It’s Monday and Londoners-those who stayed in town-are going back to work. Home on the 10 p.m. red double-deck bus from the MPC to Russell Square. S There’s an Olympic bubble, like Pleasantville. You could spend the whole Olympics in the bubble-eating, sleeping, working and shopping. Many people do it. But it’s important to break out. That’s why I love riding the tube. I love walking in the Russell Square. Inside the bubble is a great, enchanting magic world. Mostly the bubble was picked up by giant cranes and carried here from Vancouver. Vancouver hauled the bubble the same way from Beijing. I love it inside. But outside is a place not to be missed. Real people are there. Real places to be smelled and tasted and seen. Real wide-eyed children. Real chances to show that Americans are not ugly. Volunteer du jour: Rosaland, 60-ish, round-faced and grandmotherly. Working at different places in the MPC; was helping Gabi at the ticketing desk today. Thinks the Olympics is “fantastic, better than just about anything. The buzz…the energy….I will remember it for the rest of my life.” She was so happy, so almost made me cry. Ouch. When I was walking past the press conference rooms this morning, a young man with a perky British accent asked where I was from; it was time for me to say Oklahoma. He responded, “are they known for anything other than bombings?” I was too shocked to say what I should have: “golly, young man, everybody knew somebody, or knew somebody who knew somebody” and so he would have learned a lesson on thoughtfulness. Somebody else will teach him some day. With a right cross to the chin, maybe. (Full disclosure: a British accent sounds a lot like Aussie, or Kiwi, and I sure wouldn’t recognize him if I saw himi gain. So I have no idea where he’s from and don’t want to indict any group. There are immature people everywhere.) Lunch: Yogurt, apple, two cookies. The Evening Standard reported that Paul McCartney and the others were paid just one pound for performing at the opening ceremony. Workers have finished moving the Olympic flame to the south end of the stadium, where it will reside for the rest of the games. Only people with tickets to the track and field events will be able to see it in person. I’m sure you’ve heard the complaints about that. Today’s confirmation that George Bernard Shaw was right when he wrote that we and the British are “two peoples separated by a common language.” The hotel guy said, “we can knock you up at 6:15.” Back home, we would have said, “I will knock on your door and wake you up at 6:15.” Speaking of Shaw, to wake me up, they could hail and salute me, then haul off and shoot me, but get me to the MPC on time… Walked over to the pool this afternoon and enjoyed the 10-meter men’s synchronized diving. The crowd was enjoying it, too. It’s a noisy arena. Such athleticism! Email from a person at home who, while acknowledging that all typos are excused, thought he had spotted one: “At first I thought that was the case with today's final item - ‘Dinner: Pastie with Nicki at the swimming venue.’ Then I checked online and discovered that a pastie actually is ‘a large to medium sized round battered pie common to Northern Ireland.’” Weather: Brilliant sun early, then the clouds rolled in. The a spectacular nearly-Oklahoma sunset. Breezy and pretty-much raw. High 66, low 54. The weather really has been quite brisk since last week. I do sort of stubbornly wear shorts every day, because it IS the summer Olympics, after all. Email from home: “Sorry you are having to endure the chilly temperatures and rain. According to weather.com here's what's happening in Hobart: Today 108 (107 right now at 2:30) Tues 111 Weds 113 Thu 113 Fri 110 Sat 106 Sun 105 Mon 104 Locog’s daily newsletter listed some of the items that have been turned into lost-and-found here in the MPC: passports, phones, broadcast cameras, Kindles, clothing, keys, cameras and lenses, Dictaphones, wallets, sunglasses, microphones, laptops, binoculars and a set of paddles. Watched the USA defeat Hungary in a sold-out water polo venue tonight. I really enjoy water polo. Or, as it was known after I asked the driver to take me to the “pollo aquatic” venue at the 1991 Pan American games, “water chicken.” (Someone heard me, and every day when I returned to our office in the Havana Libre Hotel, people would say, “how did we do in Water Chicken today?” The stadium here is next door to the swimming/diving venue. It’s warm and classy. And it was a great game. Major fouls lead to exclusion; that is, time in the penalty box. After three exclusionary fouls, as the public address man said, “That is the third exclusionary foul on Jessica; she may participate no further.” While we enjoyed the walk back to the MPC among happy strolling fellow Olympics lovers, the orange sunset stopped everyone in their tracks despite the cool breeze. The crowd cheered a GBR field hockey goal and young people relaxed on the grass beside the canal. Email from Oklahoma: You may have already heard this but on the Today show this morning, they were broadcasting from London....behind them stood a guy holding an OU flag...it was front & center. Dinner: porridge. Seriously. From a concession stand in Olympic Park. I asked the server what porridge is. “Oats,” he said. They hadn’t sold much so far, because he didn’t quie know how to make it. Somebody showed him how to pour in the hot water and stir. Nicki I shared. I liked it, but Nicki said it wasn’t as good as her beloved McDonald’s outmeal back home. She gives up Cheetos for Lent; I give up McDonald’s for the Olympics. Maybe in honor of the buses, Nicole brought a double-deck McDonald’s burger to the office today. It sure did smell good. So far 17,220 broadcasters and 6,601 print journalists have been credentialed. Fun fact: in 1948, the equestrian events were still limited to male commissioned officers. A Swedish sergeant won gold, but was disqualified later for not being a commissioned officer. These people are SO friendly and helpful and earnest…. What a privilege to be here! Every day is an adventure. Inspire a generation. And mind the gap. [/QUOTE]
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