This weekend was pretty much the most awesome way to see the Winter Olympics. In an otherwise paralyzed-by-snow metropolis, we holed up for three nights at one of the nicest hotels downtown, one that turns out to have excellent (if sometimes tad enthusiastic) service and amazing views.
In all that decadence we clocked many, many hours of television watching, actively and half-attentively, laughing at the spectacle, pushing back at the commentary, marveling with amazment at the performances of the athletes, and feeling like we were among the luckiest people in the entire city.
I cheered for the Russians, mostly, because they're the home team. But mostly in watching the events one gets addicted to sheer excellence.
Rockstar---I used that word in my last post. Okki likes to use that word, and Red gets what I mean too.
I describe it as some temporary state of being, available to contemporary First Worlders, a brand-new-to-you and highly awesome experience, during which one is manifestly swaddled in material comfort (if that's appropriate) and vibes of connection ot the world and the other human beings.
You don't have to be a famous musician. In fact, that has huge negatives (you have to stay in Rockstar mode).
Instead, I think, for ordinary folk, it can just come upon you, if you live your life along the right way, with the right attitude.
I sometimes compare it to the way old pinball machines worked, that sometimes the ball would find its way into some upper chamber of the table, and bing around a bit up there, racking up bonus points.
Then you can go back to your normal life, or to whatever comes next, after its done, invigorated, if you choose, with deep gratitude to the Great Jet Stream of Life and the Universe that let you taste it for a few days.
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