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Manliness of main character (10 points) Camera work and production values (10 points) Usefulness of survival advice (10 points) Overall realism of show (20 points). Category 1: Manliness of main character Stroud comes out strong in the manliness department because in his show, he's in the wild for a full week rather than a mere 48 hours. He's also alone with no crew, making the ordeal that much more difficult. Grylls, on the other hand, is much more daring and balsy when it comes to what he decides to do on the show. He goes out of his way to eat absurdly disgusting foods, ascend and descend absurdly dangerous cliffs, and he also makes sure to involve large dead mammals as food and/or clothing in most of his episodes; a manly decision there is no greater. Digging deeper into their pre-show lives, we find that Grylls pulls ahead for manliness. According to Wikipedia, he's paramotored over the Himalayas (I don't know what that means but it soun...

Well, inspite of being a bit ill this weekend, I made it to the dentist for a checkup and cleaning. Only 60 bucks, x-ray included for good measure. I think the reason people hate the dentist is all the very small metal things... some are just a little bit too pointy, some a little bit too scrapey, and some spin around at uncomfortably fast speeds. And all of them go into your mouth. I know it's not a torture chamber, but if I wanted to own and operate a torture chamber, I'd just buy a dental office and add some straps to the chairs. It'd be a turnkey operation. And the good news is, the dental hygene streak continues! Looks like I'll make it to 25 without a single cavity. Brush and floss daily, kids. It'll save you a ton of money in the long run.

I think that I've lived in more places (I mean to say apartments/houses) than most people my age. Since I left home at the age of 21, it's been six. If you include my living spaces before that (my parents lived separately; they both moved around a fair bit and I was with my father on weekends/summers), you can add seven or eight more to the list. One thing that never fails to surprise me is that, when I move from one place to the next, I always have more stuff than I thought I did. You think it's going to be one car-load, maybe two. Then it's four. Things just tend to fill up boxes faster than you expect them to. One blanket and a couple of pillows; that's a box right there. A few books and a blender; there's the next box. Add to that your computer desk and modest CD collection, and the borrowed van is full already. But the older I got, the fewer things I wished to accompany me to the next apartment. Every time I moved, I moved fewer things and gave up mo...

Well, third time's the charm. My hike got rained out yet again... I was ready for a bit of the wet stuff, but then it started to pour down like Noah himself was ready to set sail on the morning of my departure from the park's nearby town. The town is called Gurye, and what I'm writing here now about it will probably contain more detail than any other (English) source you can find online. I ended up staying in Gurye for three days on account of my cancelled trip, and it was a pleasant time; the town had a few stories to tell, which added a silver lining to the disappointment of not being able to hike. When I first arrived early Friday afternoon, the weather was wonderful, and I hoped dearly that it would stick. The view from the motel window, facing Jirisan National Park But, it did not. It turned on Saturday, so I postponed the hike until Sunday morning. Come sunday it was even worse, so I stayed in town snapping photos and trying to have a good time amid the on-and-off ra...

Well, I'm off to Jirisan, for take two. There are clouds in the sky, but I'm taking my shot anyway... loosely prepared for rain this time. I'm hoping, it being november now, that it might just be cold enough to snow instead of rain up on the ridge (5000ft) where my hike takes place. I'll be back on tuesday with photos. I'd like to give a shout-out to the swine flu outbreak and my school's alarmist policies, for making this 4-day trip possible. Additionally, here's an article for your reading pleasure while I'm away. I promise, it's pretty funny. Cracked is kindof my guilty pleasure in Korea, and this article is a good one. http://www.cracked.com/article/139_5-ridiculous-ancient-beliefs-that-thrive-internet/

Lately I've been having dreams nearly every night. Long ones... memorable ones. Last night I had a dream that I was near death, and chose to have my body frozen on the hopes that future technology could revive me and regenerate dead tissue. So, along came the future, and suddenly I "woke up" inside a clone of myself. Scientists explained to the clone that they'd used brain matter too make him, and duplicated hard-wired memory patterns to make the clone feel as though he was the same person. The thing was, somewhere in the process, the original "me" got transferred into the new body, but I was only able to experience the physical senses that the new body was experiencing. I wasn't able to have "his" emotions, or speak, control the body in any way. I could only think, listen, see, etc... as though the brain were supporting two separate inner "I's" and one of them was a mere observer. It was strange and melancholic as I watched...

It seems an unspoken maxim that you haven't really partied in Seoul unless you've partied until the subways start running again in the morning. See the thing is, most of the residential areas are a very expensive cab ride away from the clubbing districts, so on a night out one must choose between taking the late train around 11:30, emptying every pocket for a cab, or taking the morning train at 6AM. And the choice really is a difficult one, because unlike in Canada, Korea has no (enforced) laws regarding liquor service and venue closure limitations. Popular joints just stay open until the sun breaks and people clear out on their own. Anyway, I figured I should have at it at least once. And it was an alright time. Apparently I'm a good dancer (that's an opinion from two real no-foolin' females, though one of them might have been saying "I like your red vest" instead of "I like your dancing"), and our social gang got up the pace at a club for a sol...