Two thoughts on the Olympic Games closing ceremonies (and, no, I didn't manage to stay awake for the whole thing): What's up with them plucking the mothballs off the old Soviet national anthem and presenting it as the Russian tune? Did they think no one would notice? Or did they think we would notice, and it's VladPut's way of announcing that, shades of Uncle Joe, the Ruskies are a force to be reckoned with?
Also--anyone else see a freaky disconnect between the high-toned Russian "cultchuh"--the ballet, Borodin, etc.--and the winter games themselves--hot-doggers on snowboards and what can best be described as roller derby on ice? The descent from the sublime to the ridiculous: when I went to school, they called it "bathos".