2016 is far, far away. 7 whole years to be exact. and heaven knows where we'll be in 7 years. 7 years ago i was in mississippi. i'd never been here. 7 years from now, i could be in nebraska. or dubrovnik. or kalamazoo.
but for the moment i am in chicago. and as someone in chicago, i've been somewhat captivated by the whole olympic candidate city process.
i didn't realize this had climbed into the territory of obsession until lunch today- when i clapped my hands in joy at the prospect of the bid book's release and croftie shot me the eybrows of are you on drugs?
this is all rather out of character.
i don't particularly like the summer olympics. they're all sweaty and sunburned and everyone's running about publically in garments that are little more than generous underwear. to me, the summer olympics always seemed oddly devoid of real sports like figure skating and hockey- a poor shabby sister of the glorious WINTER OLYMPIC GAMES.
when i think the olympics, i think the cutting edge.
my interest in chicago 2016 is probably a little mercinary. if i'm still here in 7 years and the olympics are too, the killing to be made by prostituting la petite maison de ohlighn is tantilizing to say the least.
but there's more than that. i love chicago. it is my city. it is my home. and i cannot begin to bear the idea that after years of flirtation, of flaunting its best assets, of being on its best behaviour and prettying up, my city could be found wanting by a committee ostensibly representing the whole entire world.
the whole world could be just not that into us. and that's just mean.