tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747564820021416078.post1461721627633641595..comments2007-04-30T08:43:45.793-05:00John M. P. Knoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09842543518651197297noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747564820021416078.post-40635880327296176652007-04-30T08:43:00.000-05:002007-04-30T08:43:00.000-05:00

You mean to say that there aren't any surf shops in Antarctica? I guess breaking your gear would be a bummer.<BR/><BR/>I noticed the glove thing too. At first I though his wet suit had super-villain cuffs. Now, I suspect that they are some sort of mitten that let you pull your fingers out of the pocket. Still, I bet his hands were fairly stiff with cold.

Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09842543518651197297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747564820021416078.post-71487914000785032512007-04-29T16:17:00.000-05:002007-04-29T16:17:00.000-05:00

Man, the atmospheric music is spot-on! Could you imagine snapping your mast against a small iceberg, far from shore, friends, and life-giving bourbon?<BR/><BR/>Those seemed to be interesting gloves... some sort of wind-break shield covering the knuckles? Or am I just imagining that? And how can he handle not having his face covered?!

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