It's morning out here. Some last thoughts on the opening ceremonies, from this little spot, having taken it in from beautiful downtown Richmond's O-Zone, and from around the net:
Big ups to:
Ashley McIsaac. The party moment of the night got the whole joint hopping. Close second goes to k.d. Lang and Measha Brueggergosman. From the I-never-though-I'd ever-see-that dept.: Measha's operatic number got a kick line going at Heineken Holland House in Richmond. And although I really wanted to see Leonard Cohen in there somewhere, Lang doing his Hallelujah was a great alternative and really tingled my curved spine.
The whales. Chilling, beautiful and effective. Very west coast. (UPDATE: Star photo blog has a lovely st of pics, including the whales).
The athletes' march. And especially the Bermuda shorts. Nothing says Winter Games like Bermuda shorts. These Winter Games, that is, the ones of slush and balmy temperatures.
And what I didn't like, or didn't quite get:
The Spinal Tap moment. I can't get too exercised about the malfunctioning cauldron except to say that the wow factor carries some risk with it, along with the obligatory huge price tag. Kudos to Catriona LeMay Doan for keeping cool about it and improvising. The lack of First Nations reps during the final segment was far more troubling to me than mechanical failure.
Donald Sutherland. I almost did a Danny Thomas moment when I saw him holding the flag at the end. Why was he there?
Commemorating Nodar. Georgia's fallen athlete got a moment's silence and a mention. Could it have been so disruptive to the schedule to have done something a little more over-arching that indicated the shared and constant sense of grief - black armbands on Jacques Rogge and John Furlong, say?
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