Fairly early in life I established that I was afraid of things flying at my head.  Not such a bad instinct if one lives in a war zone or near a volcano.  Probably means I should never have tried playing goalie in water polo.  Anyway, its too bad I spent my childhood living in fear because the tragic consequence is that I never got good a beach volleyball.  How awesome is beach volleyball?  I can watch all sorts of other Olympic events and be impressed by the athleticism and the human drama and whatever but there are few that I so badly want to jump up and do.  It just looks like so much fun.  Too bad I'd be terrified of the ball.

I'm spending way too much time watching the Olympics.  My roommate and I were discussing making a drinking game out of the coverage (drink when one of the three occurs: a) a sweeping generalization is made about the 1.4 billion people of China - "tonight is the night the people of China have all been waiting for... tonight the people of China stand tall..." (also racist?  yes, I just nested parentheses) b) a bit of not so subtle subtext about China being very disciplined and/or dangerous both gymnastically and geopolitically c) Bob Costas refers to some Taoist wisdom or quotes Confucius, seemingly off-the-cuff) which has made even the filler chatter interesting.  And the commercials!  Aren't we glad that Morgan Freeman is going to be okay?  VISA would have had to really scramble.  AND!  AND!  AT&T used my very favorite song by The Decemberists!  Ex-citing!  Why would I ever leave this house and its really big television?

Actually, I think I'm going for a run soon, before the sky opens up and really pours.

If you see my brother be sure to ask him about the nice little Saturday he spent with Baron Davis.

If you see Sam Bean as him why he doesn't return my phone calls.