WHO ARE YOU?

We're a ship without a storm... the warm without cold... the light inside the darkness ... we're a laugh without a tear... the hope without the fear... we're fire, we're stone... we're the hand that writes and quickly moves away

We're off with the witch... we may never never never come home but the magic that we feel is worth a lifetime .... We follow the eyes from the west... We're the angel and the beast... And the answer lies between the good and bad... We search for the truth, we could die upon the sword but the thrill of just the chase is worth the pain

OLYMPIC GOLD

Uzay is a chatting buddy of mine... She's a beautiful 35 year-old historian from Istambul, Turkey. When we talk, we talk about our families, about our countries, our significant others, religion, politics or even sports... We exchange photographs... we have fun...

As I watched the Olympic Opening Ceremony tonight... as my jaw dropped open with the beautiful and amazing display of light... as I watched the 200+ delegations march in the Olympic venue... as Bjork's dress covered the athletes... as as tear rolled down my cheek when the Olympic torch was lit... I couldn't stop thinking how she was there in person... in the stadium... and how she had invited me to go with there... we have relatives in Greece, she said to me... You could stay with us... shit, man... why do you do that to me?

The closest I've been to an actual Olympic was in 2002 when I was in Salt Lake City two weeks after the Winter Olympic Games... I visited some of the venues and stadiums... and I got a real life replica of an Olympic Gold Medal... which was once my proudest possession... and now unfortunately lies painfully forgotten somewhere in a box in my office...

What are my changes to making it to Beijin in 2008?