The hum and bustle has increased notably around here as Olympics time approaches. Just a couple of days ago, this (below) was the the scene in the media work center, where I pound out this post. Today it's packed.



When they told me at the media village that breakfast was served at "half four to half four" I thought I had stumbled upon a new way to put together familiar words. 12 hours of breakfast kept warm on a steam table? But we forgive them; they're just preparing for the enormous amount of work coming up as teams rush round the clock to get cameras in place.

I sleep right above the kitchen, and the smell of bacon frying away at 4 am can be a big incentive to draw the covers over my head and succomb to dreams involving snow-lined arteries and a pudgy dude riding a luge through them, chanting "pork fat rules!"

I doubt Apollo Ohno has these dreams.

Picture of Olympics Media Center © 2006 by James Martin.