I'm not a believer of magic.
I'm not a disbeliever, either.
I guess i see magic in the way birds move as a unit, in Saturn's rings, the fact that the cells in my body know exactly what to reproduce after they've been damaged.
The inexplicable things that just don't seem possible but are.
And every now and then i get to see something, a piece of work that reflects this feeling of wonder and amazement. I get to know that there are other people out there that are happy in their blindness of not understanding how things work and accept that they just do:

Hammock - Breathturn from David Altobelli on Vimeo.

sweet caroline

short film / SPIDERBOY from ignacio ESTAREGUI on Vimeo.

This incredibly lovely film kept me from dying of complete boredom, whilst waiting for the boiler man to fix our heating.
It reminds me of a book i've been meaning to read since christmas, 'The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao' by Junot Diaz.
Does anyone else get stuck in ruts with books? I've started at least 5 in the past few months and been unable to finish. Something in my brain must have disconnected. Perhaps Oscar Wao can wire it back together.

It's April in 6 days. SIX! I'd like to revert to a younger age when a year seemed like a lifetime. It's too quick. Too too quick.
Go here. There's a nice Spike Jonze surprising waiting to be discovered.

The first Glee soundtrack just came in the post. Neat. Now to see how far i can push the noise pollution limit with Gleeful goodness.

wrapped up in piano strings

I've been such a deadbeat blogger of late.
I can't quite pinpoint why, but i think it has something to do with multiple things coming at me at once and my lack of ability to handle that.
I'm not very organised and i've discovered i like to make To Do lists but bury them under things - quite literally - and forget all about them.
This makes me gloomy and sets off my 'procrastination switch', so even less gets done!
My sisters do stuff like this for me though:
I don't know why but it helps to turn round from your desk and have something silly, mysteriously tacked to your window.
The only good thing right now is that i feel like drawing. I genuinely have the urge. I've still got to turn my procrastination switch off and actually do it but i missed that feeling. I lost it completely last year. I was only drawing to pass my third year, there was no enjoyment and no need. It's not a good place to be.
So it's nice, to feel like you're waking up.
Maybe it's the sunshine, i sometimes wonder if i'm part flower because i only really feel healthy and happy in the Summer.
I love the colder seasons but that's because i like snow and low winter sun. Plus i get to wear 6 thousand layers and feed my love of coats.
But warm is better. I just hope Scotland decides to play fair with the weather this year.

So, with Spring creeping in, hopefully it'll bring some new work from me. I can't promise because my moods have an uncanny resemblance to our erratic Scottish weather. But for now, something i did a couple of weeks ago and felt good about:
gonzales - overnight

spirit ditch

I was so sad to hear of Mark Linkous' death.
His music was wonderful and it's awful to know he and his talent are gone.

My favourite:

Sad and Beautiful World from christina vantzou on Vimeo.

this too shall pass

I think i just fell in love with them all over again.
Oh, to have their magical, mischievous minds.

salt skin

'I see the winter. She's crawling up the lawn'

- Radical Face

This snowflake has been on my window for as long as i can remember.
I like to think of it as my little ode to winter during the warmer days.

ellie goulding - wish i stayed