Although I will readily admit to being hooked on both The Apprentice and The Amazing Race, I still think reality-the-noun is a lot more entertaining than reality-the-word-that-goes-before-television. Case in point: Found Magazine, recently introduced to me by Rossanna. It's a monthly collection of random notes, journal entries, emails, handwritten ads, etcetera, that people find on the floor at bus stations or stuck to the bottom of their shoe or wherever. Some of them are depressing; some make you think; some are just absolutely fucking hilarious. I think I need a subscription.