My Olympics
Olympics being a distant memory now, I wanted to record in some way what the most memorable moments for me her in Vancouver 2010.
Going into the Olympics, the excitement and conversations that Vancouverites were having was boundless... everyone was impacted by the event in one way or another. All businesses had been putting together contingency plans for the eventual traffic nightmare that it was going to be, some places, like my office, were not even going to have access to their parking lots because of the closure - not to mention the new constructions - the Olympics was on everyone's mind. It was even more significant for me as I had quite a few friends who were going to be working during with VANOC as organizers. I myself was was a candidate for a two jobs with major overseas sponsors.
Every conversation leading up to Feb 12th was about what they plan to do with during the Olympics, what sporting event to see, which ceremonies they got tickets for, which houses they wanted to visit, what their beef with the Olympics were...or which city they were escaping to.
By December, I was sure not going to get any of the two major jobs with the visiting sponsors, so I was starting to think what I wanted to do to make this experience memorable. I hate being a spectator to large events, being in a stadium of 30K+ plus people fills me with a feeling of void. Not sure if it's the sense that I am better than everyone else, or my myopsy which makes watching a show an anything farther than 100 meters makes me opt for a seat infront of the TV in my living room. Plus, given the large number of connections I have in this city, I should be able to score a sweet deal - which is why I rarely pay for movies anymore nor stand in lineups for cultural events.
But the Olympics were on a slightly larger scale especially given the high security that was everywhere. Getting a guest/staff pass into venues to watch the show from the green room or sneaking into the tech booth was out of the question this time. I had not planned to buy any tickets from way earlier on to the events or the ceremonies, and it was too late at this point to get anything decent. I did not want to completely miss out this once-in-a-lifetime-event because of my "agoraphobia". I still wanted to have "One Olympic Moment" that would be so powerful and meaningful that it would be emblazoned in my memory for ever - like what I was doing during 9/11 (visiting a 13th century church in the middle of Armenia with a few cool paysans and my dad).
...well I ended up having about 4-5
The following set of essays will be the recounting of "My Olympic Moments"
Going into the Olympics, the excitement and conversations that Vancouverites were having was boundless... everyone was impacted by the event in one way or another. All businesses had been putting together contingency plans for the eventual traffic nightmare that it was going to be, some places, like my office, were not even going to have access to their parking lots because of the closure - not to mention the new constructions - the Olympics was on everyone's mind. It was even more significant for me as I had quite a few friends who were going to be working during with VANOC as organizers. I myself was was a candidate for a two jobs with major overseas sponsors.
Every conversation leading up to Feb 12th was about what they plan to do with during the Olympics, what sporting event to see, which ceremonies they got tickets for, which houses they wanted to visit, what their beef with the Olympics were...or which city they were escaping to.
By December, I was sure not going to get any of the two major jobs with the visiting sponsors, so I was starting to think what I wanted to do to make this experience memorable. I hate being a spectator to large events, being in a stadium of 30K+ plus people fills me with a feeling of void. Not sure if it's the sense that I am better than everyone else, or my myopsy which makes watching a show an anything farther than 100 meters makes me opt for a seat infront of the TV in my living room. Plus, given the large number of connections I have in this city, I should be able to score a sweet deal - which is why I rarely pay for movies anymore nor stand in lineups for cultural events.
But the Olympics were on a slightly larger scale especially given the high security that was everywhere. Getting a guest/staff pass into venues to watch the show from the green room or sneaking into the tech booth was out of the question this time. I had not planned to buy any tickets from way earlier on to the events or the ceremonies, and it was too late at this point to get anything decent. I did not want to completely miss out this once-in-a-lifetime-event because of my "agoraphobia". I still wanted to have "One Olympic Moment" that would be so powerful and meaningful that it would be emblazoned in my memory for ever - like what I was doing during 9/11 (visiting a 13th century church in the middle of Armenia with a few cool paysans and my dad).
...well I ended up having about 4-5
The following set of essays will be the recounting of "My Olympic Moments"
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