Pickpocket Blues

A few days ago, a thief stole my phone right out of my front pants pocket, on a late-night bus along East Ave. It was fast, turned around and my pocket was lighter, my earphone jack dangling, thief off the bus and gone into the night. Impressive skill really, just sucks that it happened to me. Guy left my wallet alone, right in the same pocket, which seems like an insult.

Anyway, got another Motorola cos I like having a a lot of battery life. And yay, Ingress works on the Defy Mini.

Currently listening to Jet. This is the kind of rock I like; good beat and loud guitars.

Just finished downloading a Heavy Metal torrent archive, 1977-2012. I haven't been keeping up the last few years, mostly because now it's so easy to get free content off the web, but I used to be a big fan. Going through the back issues reminds me of how HM shaped my dreams, let me escape the humdrum world and go somewhere more interesting in my imagination.

Upstream Color

I loved Primer, so I'd been waiting for Shane Carruth's next movie. Initially I was turned off because reviews compared it to Terence Malick's Tree of Life, which I despised. But compared to Malick's sentimentality, Upstream Color's more cognitive, a puzzle of a movie.

My theory is the foley-sampling pig farmer is God, the con man is the Devil, and they work together, like in the Book of Job. Kris's story arc parallels Eve.