It's taken me five months to get over my fear of how trite it is to blog from Beijing about the Olympics. If the passage of time hasn't made the notion of the Olympic blog post any less hackneyed, perhaps it's created room for some nostalgia to creep in. My nostalgia is unforgiving, though.
The smog grew worse each day in late July. I wonder how many officials were fired.
Opening ceremony broadcast at Ditan Park.
Cuba vs. North Korea, lightweight women's judo. This is what the Olympics now means to me.
Portuguese judo competitor's head wound bandaged.
Pure irony.
Danish handball fans went wild after a last minute upset over Russia. 
This gentleman felt obliged to point out his shirt to me, as if it were not obvious why I had just asked permission to photograph him.
North Korean fans (or at least fans of North Korea).
Speedwalking.
Wading in the steeplechase trap.
McDonald's crowd control
Small "installation" adjacent to handball and water polo venues.
Handwritten directions at the interchange station between the Olympic subway line and the rest of the subway system.
Iceland's #1 fan, this woman (married to Icelandic man at left) insisted that everyone cheer for her team during the handball match. Some of her lobbying included such educational facts as "Iceland is an island nation of 300,000 people."
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I'm not quite sure why, but I really like Iceland's superfan. Forcing people around her to change the way they're acting is so something my mom would do.
Plus, it looks like she's giving the Chinese version of the finger to an unrepentant fan of China. Excellent.
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