To my everything

You see everything
You see every part
You see all my light
And you love my dark
You dig everything
Of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything
To which you can't relate
And you're still here

Olympics

I just watched the opening ceremony. The TV commentators do their bit, and in between, the TV studio has been asking a Norwegian movie guy what he thought about it. He thought the statue and history bit was cold and didn't like it because the embarrassing thing the Norwegians did 8 years ago with freaky looking kids was so warm and fuzzy, and he thought the flame lighting was boring.

It's nice to know a supposed culture personality is so incapable of appreciating a ceremony that is elegant, and one that isn't so jam packed with disjointed cute entertainment bits that you can't remember what happened after it's done.