I'm All For Livin' Large, But...

Outside magazine has gone off the deep end. One of the major features of the January 2006 issue, not yet on the website, is a list of 50 Ways to Live Large. I am all for aiming high, but some of these things are ridiculous. What do they envision? That we will train for our climb of an 8,000 meter peak by completing the Hawaii Ironman, or will it be the other way around? And how will we manage to fit in all of our training for the Olympics? Some of the 50 Ways are reasonable, like making the perfect martini or... I dunno, but there must be others.

If it weren't for the fact that Reinhold Messner may have abandoned his brother Gunther to die on Nanga Parbat, I would have no way of distinguishing one Outside issue from another. It's like a revolving door of Lance Armstrong, naked women rock climbers, and lists to help you live a more _____ life.

Not that I have a problem with any of the above, it's just that I like to read other, new things once in a while. I like Lance Armstrong, and let's face it, while I may feel envious of the ability of my fellow women (oxymoron!) to make careers out of blending athleticism with soft core porn, I support the fact that it happens at all. And who doesn't love a list? It's just that it gets bor-ing.