absalom, absalom!....olympics

I take a break from my intense (and confusing) reading of Faulkner's Absalom, Absalom! to mention the Olympics. I love them. My family has never been into watching sports, though throughout my childhood I took swimming lessons, and played some basketball and soccer here and there. We have never had a favorite sports team, or worn sports paraphernalia on purpose. But we eat up the Olympics. Ever since I was pretty small, I can remember all of us cheering and getting excited over speed skating, gymnastics, swimming, figure skating, skiing, you name it. Once we got a little older we would stay up with mom and watch until we could hardly keep our eyes open.

Tonight, Heidi (my roommate) and I searched high and low for a TV to watch the Olympics. We tried the one in our dorm's basement. No dice. Some very awkward couples watched a movie as we waited, doing our homework at a study table, and then the couples decided to watch another movie. Rude. We trekked through the snow to another building, but there was no room for us around that TV. So, we tried the Student Union, and found an Olympics-friendly TV in the commuter lounge.

I am reading the Faulkner novel while watching figure skating, which might not be a good idea, considering Faulkner has sentences that last for half a page sometimes, and it's easy to get lost. I like Faulkner, but I'm looking forward to class tomorrow, where Dr. Messer will tell us what in the world Faulkner is trying to communicate. It's beyond me.