The Life of Bag

A simple film (18:33) which chronicles the life of a bag. Emotionally powerful, Ramin Bahrani challenges the viewer to contemplate the environmental impact of our creations.

My Morbid Macaulay Moment

The other day I was taking the LINK to the airport. Seattle's newest piece of mass transit is smooth and quiet; an all around nice piece to ride. But as with any form of mass transit, the system does not protect against annoying passengers. Minding my own business, I find myself enjoying the tranquility which is so regularly absent when it is dramatically interrupted by fervent gesticulation. Upon making eye contact with the mime I conclude that this person annoys me for no particular reason. I speculate that if I were to hear this person speak he would comprehensively annoy the shit out of me. No sooner has this thought arrived then speculation becomes reality. He and the girl he is sitting with decide to get up and sit directly behind me. As he passes me his striking resemblance to Macaulay Culkin only inflames my annoyance beyond an uncontrollable level. A mole, quite possibly a minor character in an Austin Powers movie, smugly lits above the left side of his upper lip. Moley, moley, moley, moley, moley! He is dressed in an European overcoat and dark jeans; carrying a black umbrella. His thick greasy obsidian hair is pulled back in a slick pony tail; peach fuzz lightly stenciled on his lip. He plunks down behind me with an emphatic labored plop. Trapped between stations I am now forced to endure his moronic babble and arrogant pontifications on the meaning of life. A horribly fake British accent feebly lends validity to this ruse. He converses with a homeless man behind me, the sordid prattle intoxicating my intellect. "Good eating is Shelter grape jelly...or Spamwhiches with Velveeta and wrestling." As if just as annoyed by this lad as I am, the LINK comes to a celebratory stop and my Macaulay musing can finally abate.

Architorture

This is a trailer for a new movie coming out this spring documenting the lives of architecture students. Likely to cause tormenting flashbacks of coke addictions, severed limbs, and extreme sleep deprivation. Watch with care.

Get the ball rollin'

The latest from Ok Go; a fantastic piece of music, videography, and downright childish whimsy. This too shall pass.

Olympic Bomb Scare

The 2010 Winter Olympics concluded with a heart-throbbing battle royal on the ice as the USA scored with 0:24 seconds left in the third period to send the gold medal hockey match to overtime. The game ended with the Canadians claiming gold on home ice. But it wasn't after one of the most intense and entertaining matches in recent history. Few stoppages in dynamic play, heroic goal tending, and no lack of end-to-end attacking hockey reminded us all of what a grueling sport hockey is. This was just the kind of event to end the Olympics with; an adrenaline filled match set before a raucous crowd (well as crazy as Canadians get). The power and conviction felt during 'Oh Canada' was enough to send chills down my spine. This single game was a reminder of the talent, endurance, and grace that are the pinnacle of winter sports. And just as this event came to a climatic end, I was reminded of those events not worthy of the air space they occupy. So for all those that embrace figure skating; I leave you with this video, my closing argument for removing the event from the Olympics. Any questions?