This easter weekend grunge has been all around me.

Friday morning started with me watching the first 40 minutes of "Into the Wild" from my bed. I was captured into the movie after the first few minutes and after the first 40 I had to stop watching because this movie absolutely had to be shared. The magic continued later that day, now with three more friends, after a small hike in the mountains near Sintra.

(Original photo of Chris McCandless in front of the "Magic" bus, taken by himself, alone "in the wild")

Eddie Vedder is one of the moving forces that makes "Into the Wild" such a magic movie:

Tip: Listen closely until the very end of this song (take your time and breathe)

Ultimately, I think grunge is all about trying to control the uncontrollable, and failing at it. The (mote) movie might be taken as doing the same.