Marvelous Olympics so far. Bob Costas' hairpiece is an individual medley worthy of a medal. It looks set to pole vault over his left ear. Outstanding bio-snapshots of our athletes shopping in supermarkets for Coke, coupled with a world record for Chevy ads, eighteen in one hour. I choked on my chow mein, as I watched this and the beach volleyball from my favorite seat in a Chinese restaurant in my local shopping mall. GE showed its Orientalist stuff, an ad filled with simple Chinese peasants waking a dragon that blew its breath to warm a pool of relaxing bathers. The solution to the energy crisis is at hand. At the counter, great steaming woks of life ordered to go. A shot putt headed man, a lady with a javelin in her hair, a cop dressed as a Sumo Wrestler. Is that an Olympic sport? And delighted to see the British won the Badminton Gold Medal, another victory for class. Not too good in the long jump, the Brits, but ace at the small bore rifle. Shoot me first. I drove home, two hundred yards, why walk when the dragon breathes.