When I first saw this video I thought it was a short film. It wasn't until about the sixth time that I watched it that I realized it was a music video.

And that's what I'm talkin' about. My favorite music videos have been funny, or intense. But never have they been-- profound. This was such a good video the first time that I saw it that I couldn't help but watch it several times after-- that is to say that it stayed with me, and I wanted to repeat that feeling as much as I could.

Take note musicians and future music video directors. This is how it's done.

My love of bikes died out with the millennium and I haven't been on one in years. It wasn't until I found this one that I realized how necessary these machines are. Well-- scratch that. Audrey found it. Let me explain.

I was at a nondescript video game store when she called me. She explained how she had found, and currently had in a vice-grip, an amazing bike that was the envy of many. There were many people eying and cursing that they didn't have it-- and I almost turned it down.

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate a good bike, I do. But they weren't for me, or I thought they weren't. Audrey wasn't convinced, she had the tone of someone who was talking to a person they knew to be wrong and was out to prove it. "Are you sure? This is a really nice bike Trent." And so I headed over to the DI to give it a look see. What can I say, it doesn't take a lot to convince me.

I was apathetic right up until I saw the bike. I loved the color of green and the custom pedals. Hell, I even loved the worn down grey tape on the handles. But it's a bike, what am I going to do with a bike?

It was $65.00 and even I had to appreciate the great price. I waited for the DI worker to yell up to the top floor to the others to have the elevator brought down so I could bring it up to ground level to bring it to my car. I took off the front tire and packed the green lit frame into the back seat. After Audrey was done thrifting I dropped her off at home and ran to get a bike pump that we both needed.

Miraculously all the tires needed were some air and me to adjust the seat a little lower and the bike was perfect. Good to go as they say.

I underestimated these things. They're alright. In fact, they're more than that. They are just the kind of thing a person like me needs. It is the perfect transportation for thinking. If you have an MP3 player and a bike there's nothing you can't accomplish. I've taken to calling it my epiphocycle from all the philosophical quandaries I've managed to go through on the seat of this vehicle. It was something I was missing and now I've made a place for.

Finding yourself bored this Spring? A bike might be just what you need.

Can I share an impractical, unjustifiable dream for a moment? I want this keyboard. And before I tell you what it can do I'm going to tell you the price tag for this keyboard. $1,599.99. Yes. $1600 for a keyboard. A keyboard.

Why I hear you asking? Well it's not just ANY ol' keyboard. It's a keyboard with 113 mini LED screens for keys. And you can program those keys to be anything you want. You can have a little mini movie playing on each key if you really wanted-- you can have it do a lightshow for you, or perhaps it will start walking around and make you a killer BLT. I said it was an impractical dream right?

I'm going to hold out for this in the distant future. Who knows... maybe in the future everyone will have these keyboards and it will be considered a barbaric practice to use any keyboard WITHOUT screens on every key.

My girlfriend already has a pretty well established blog that's blossoming right now. In a way it's what inspired me to start my blog. There's also this thing that happened last weekend that made me go, This is worth writing about.

Audrey and I had been lookin' for a coffee table upwards of six months-- ever since we got a couch really, but we've had no such luck. We-- and by we I mean Audrey-- have several places we like to check to see if there's any good deals on vintage furniture, The Green Ant being our choice of preference. On a Saturday morning we had just stopped by there to see if Ron had any choice coffee tables. Nothing. Well okay, off to pay rent. Then to go home through a residential shortcut that I like to take every so often. But there on the corner, a free sign taped to what appears to be a coffee table.

"Did you see that?" I say.

"See what?" Audrey says.

"That was a coffee table," I say simultaneously turning the car around.

Or... what could pass for one I suppose.

It wasn't much when we found it. Audrey had the brilliant idea of sanding the thing and making it brand new again. I couldn't have agreed more, what's manlier than sanding a coffee table on a Saturday afternoon while his girlfriend watches in adoration? Nothing. So we got to sanding.

Picked up some little sponge sanders that would have been nice for detailed-- and much smaller-- projects. But this was something else altogether so Audrey offered to go back up and get some much larger sheets of sandpaper. We got to work.

Four hours later we had finished sanding down the table to its bare essentials. The work paid off, there was beautiful wood underneath that orange stain that was on it before.

A week later I put a Danish Oil coating on it that Audrey's brother had recommended. It darkened the outer maple edges to blend more with the inner oak and it finally looked like what it might have back in its heyday. It's an incredible accomplishment-- better even than finding our couch or credenza. A free coffee that we paid $40.00 for the necessary tools to inject love into. I think this will be the first of many projects Audrey and I will do together.