What's with all the video?

This piece was done by Henrik Hansen. In a complimentary way it has a very Wes Anderson feel to it. If I may use the man as an adjective. Many of the videos I have seen of late have that look. Perhaps Wes stole it; I don't profess to be the expert. Certainly the Futura typeface is right in there but I think there is a bit of a 60's documentary thing happening with a generous helping of Gen-X styled creativity.
The bit at the 1:10 mark is...I don't think there is a word for it in English. It has a quality that is what I want to have as my essence. Yeah, that's right. There is visual imagery, nice light, a simple mechanical operation. Ratchet, boot, energy transfer. Life. Those four blue flames against the leg. Kill me now, it won't get any better than that. Wait...maybe if I can create something with that quality. That's my heroin. The carrot on a string. Photography and motorcycles coming together in a perfect storm of blue flames and hand beat 2002 aluminum sheet. It makes my mind clear if just for a split second. Thank you Henrik. Thank you Shinya.

Working really hard at being sort of o.k. or The Trouble with Sisyphus

I've been thinking about this post for quite some time and some recent events sparked all the right synapses to get me to write it all down. I apologize for all the name dropping but for those of you not into photography, I suppose the names help the context. The days leading up to this past weekend were not all that great. Though there were a few good moments, all the bad stuff seemed to culminate on Father's day. I had a bad day Sunday. Now, don't go feeling sorry for me. I am my own worst enemy. Dealing with this is getting easier, but I have had a habit of letting one little (and I mean little) issue derail a perfectly good day. I had thought of writing a post about just how horrible my day was in a humorous, self-deprecating way, but I didn't think I could pull it off. I would have either sounded like a HUGE baby (probably pretty close to the truth) or it would have been weird and not so funny. Suffice to say, some actual stuff happened that kind of sucked but mostly I just dwelled on how I was letting my day suck. See, there is the big baby part. What does all this have to do with photography? Hit the jump...