Opinion

I spent much of the last almost seven years with a frown on my face, a sour taste in my mouth with any mention of the Olympics. I was at home not even thinking about watching the opening ceremonies and then I talked with a friend and turned them on.

When you get right down to it the Olympics are, as we have said before, about people. People from all corners of the world coming together, people discovering their limits and abilities, people overcoming obstacles to achieve goals.

Despite the size of the video game market - it outpaced Hollywood for the first time in 2008, then posted an estimated $57 billion in worldwide revenues in 2009 - there are only a few game companies that are actually making a regular profit, usually

"Whistler has changed. Now we want to eat the bird before we hunt it." - Mario Enero Skiing, yes. But bullfighting? I mean, c'mon, there can't be lot of Whistlerites who started out life as wannabe bullfighters. Sounds so exotic somehow.

As I watched the Olympic flame go past this week I suddenly welled up with emotions that I have not felt for a few years around this town.

There's a Cultural Olympiad poster available that shows pretty much all of the arts and culture events taking place in Vancouver and Whistler during the Games, but I think you need a degree in logistics to make sense of it.

It is Thursday, Feb. 11, 2010. It has taken a lifetime to get here. Not everyone who started this journey has made it this far. Not everyone wants to be here. But here we are. Not by default or accident, but by design.

Does Olympism still exist at the Games?

My name is Fraser Kennedy, the sit skier who went up Spanky's Ladder a few weeks ago. I'd like to thank Cindy for her kind and uplifting words in the letter she sent Pique (Letters to the editor, Jan. 28).

Self-propelled paradise in our own backyard