Bound

There is just something mesmerizing about watching a book be put together by hand.

Maybe it's the careful craftsmanship. How everything seems so delicate and precise. Complicated yes - but it seems extremely relaxing. Calming and soothing.

I've never seen something like this - nor did I believe there were those out there who still put them together by hand.

   

Escape

He had been running so long - he wasn't sure how much further he could make it. His limbs were stiff, refusing use - mind racing, unable to focus.

He couldn't see them behind him, but he could hear them. The mens' voices echoing, the beating pads of the dogs feet. At any moment he knew he'd feel their jaws lock onto his arms or back, dragging him to the ground. He could already feel it.

The world was beginning to close in on him, strangling him. His vision was shrinking - the road in front of him was just a haze.

He didn't want to go back. He couldn't go back.

Granulated Path

It had been some time since he had passed through a town. He had looked forward to it - to feeling the cobblestone under his feet, smelling the food on the venors' carts, hearing other voices other than his own. The journey had been long and hard. He had tried counting as he trudged through the dunes, the wind wiping the sand across his face, waiting to reach his destination, the city beyond the horizon. It had begun as days, slowly turning into weeks, into what he thought was months. One dune blended into the next. The sun beat down. It could have been years. Yet, he continued on, creating his own trail amongst the meandering dunes.

Why was he wandering into the desert? He was not so sure. He had heard that it was his destiny, his goal to reach what lay beyond the horizon, the city at the edge of the world. Growing up it had always been a rumor, but once the seed was planted in his head, he knew he had to make it. He wasn't sure how it was his destiny or why, nor did he care. Once his first foot was buried within the warm sand, it became his journey - something he needed to finish. It wasn't for anyone else. Or an answer. It was something he had to do.

The last town he had passed through was now just a distant memory lost amongst the swirling sand. He had fooled himself into thinking it was the end to his journey, but deep within his heart he was prepared that it wasn't. But it was not as hard to continue as he had thought.

He had come this far - further than he thought possible. Stopping was not an option.

Dropping his head, he continued forward, into the wind - for in the distance he thought he saw a glimmer on the horizon.

Hotel Blues

Long day. Wooh, what a Monday it was - not as rough as for some other people (Mom - I love you - keep that head held high), but still exhausting.

Whats that saying? All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy? Well, its only been one day and I feel played out already. Not going to be a quick, easy, or fun week. Blah.

But, ;et's see if I can lighten the mood for everyone with a music video that I've always enjoyed since seeing it. On the surface, it seems pretty mundane and straight forward - sticking to stereotypes that music videos are known for. But, once it picks up and gets going, it starts to become more and more unique. One example? When the actor starts singing the song, while the song is playing on the radio in the hotel room. I love this tiny little detail. Rather than just being music that is playing for us - it is coming from the world in the video and it can be interacted with. Point in case - later, when the main actor (also the real life singer of the song) walks down the hotel hallway and the music fades away as he walks further. Small and seemingly insignificant details? Yes. But they carry with them much more substance than one would think.

Doesn't hurt that the song is catchy as well.

Oh right and the ending. It certainly got me the first time I saw it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Do you see anything else that is less conventional than the standard music video?

Can't Sleep

I'm in the process of planning a trip with an extremely good friend of mine who I haven't seen in almost two years, and it is going to be glorious.

I'm so excited for it, I can't stop thinking about it tonight, which subsequently is keeping me from sleeping.

We're going to road trip California and tear it up. Wine tours in Sonoma, ride the trollies in San Fran, camp in Yosemite (I've already begun making a list of tents, sleeping bags, and other goodies - my inner boyscout is giddy as can be), and of course drive up and down the Pacific Coast High Way.

Hot damn. This will be the most fun week and a half (if not longer) of my life.

And to be honest - it is less about the experience and more about the company. That is what is the most exciting. So much to catch up on - stories to tell, memories to relive, and laughter to share. I know it's still 4 or 5 months away, but I'm already losing sleep because of it.

I can't believe its been two years.

Perfect Pint

You know what time it is.

Friday video time! Yayaya.

This is going to be short and sweet - a video I have loved since the moment I saw it (and appropriate since St. Patty's Day just passed).

It is fun, heart warming, and uplifting.

Enjoy!

Late Night Drizzle

She loved when the seasons were beginning to turn. Right around the time that winter wass pushed out by the swirling winds of spring.

Sure, the nights were cold and windy - the kind of breeze that could penetrate your clothing instantly and send a shiver up your spine, but it was clean. That type of air that energized you, dared you to breath deeper, opened your pores. She waited for the nights that she could smell the young buds just forming on the trees. Sweet and intoxicating - drifting through the air. Thats when she knew it was coming.

Tonight was the kind of night she waited for each year. The first evening rain of spring. Ever since she was a little girl, she'd wait for it to begin to drizzle. It was inevitable - once a few drops began falling, the rest would shortly follow, plunging down to the thawing earth. Somehow, it always struck a perfect balance - never dense enough to soak through her clothes onto her skin, but never light enough to seem like a passing gesture. It was always enough to leave her feeling cleansed.

Tonight was no different.

She just tilted her head back and smiled as the rain washed away all the filth from the previous months.

Sleeper of the Summer

I know I've posted about this before, but get over it.

It's real - the official, full length trailer for Ridley Scott's Prometheus  has been released and my god, is it a doozy. It has everything you could want from the man who created Alien, Blade Runner, and so many other films. Atmosphere, tension, compelling narrative. This movie will drive itself and take us along for the ride, regardless of if we are ready for the turns it'll take.

Is it going to be scary? Absolutely. I think that's why I'm so excited for it. I know there are other big films coming out this summer, mainly The Avengers and The Dark Knight Rises (my big two), but I think Prometheus is a force to be reckoned with. I have no doubt it'll be as good as the others, if not better, my doubt just comes when I think about how much it'll make at the box office. Obviously I'm in full support of it and I hope everyone else will be too.

Sit back and enjoy. I know the last couple teasers have been vague, but this covers a little more story. Sure, they're still very loose with what they tell us - but it still sucked me in.

Hell - the cast is even impressive. Charlize Theron, Idris Elba, Michael Fassbender, Noomi Rapace. Hot damn, I just want it to get here now.