Sunlight on Earth, on the day of the winter solstice. The north polar region of Earth is in 24-hour darkness, while the south polar region is in 24-hour daylight. Gif via Wikimedia Commons.
After my phone got stolen, I quickly realized just how much of my personal information and data the thief had instantly obtained. So, I let another phone get stolen. This time my phone was pre-programmed with spyware so I could keep tabs on the thief in order to get to know him. However, to what extent is it possible to truly get to know someone by going through the content of their phone?
In the Netherlands, 300 police reports a week are filed for smartphone-theft. Besides losing your expensive device, a stranger has access to all of your photos, videos, e-mails, messages and contacts.
Yet, what kind of person steals a phone? And where do stolen phones eventually end up?
The short documentary ‘Find My Phone’ follows a stolen phone’s second life by means of using spyware.
Although you’ll meet the person behind the theft up close and personal, the question remains: how well can you actually get to know someone when you base yourself on the information retrieved from their phone?
Do you want the full story behind the film? You can contact me in order to answer all of your questions by means of an interview (I’m proficient in Dutch and English), or to invite me to a film festival.
So great to have Jim Jarmusch back in classic form with this minimalist mesmerizer about a New Jersey bus driver and poet named Paterson who lives in Paterson. Too twee? No worries. He's played by Adam Driver, a sublime actor who stays alert to every nuance as Jarmusch follows the film's hero, hanging out with his Iranian wife (rocker Golshifteh Farahani) and turning his daily encounters into verse that celebrates the mysteries of the everyday. That's Jarmusch in a nutshell – and a pure pleasure to watch.
Today's book of poetry: Tiller North. Rosa Lane. Sixteen Rivers Press. San Francisco, California. 2016.
ROSA LANE is a native of coastal Maine, with familial and ancestral roots steeped in lobster fishing. She earned her MFA from Sarah Lawrence College and is the author of the poetry chapbook Roots and Reckonings (Granite Press, East, 1980). Her work has appeared in numerous journals, including The Briar Cliff Review, Crab Orchard Review, New South, and Ploughshares. After earning her second master’s and a Ph.D. in sustainable architecture from UC Berkeley, Lane works as an architect and divides her time between coastal Maine and the San Francisco Bay Area, where she lives with her partner.
Driving in my car in the middle of the day Hoping that I’m able to remember my way I start and stop can’t recall is it left or right So I pull the switch and there goes on my signal light
Chorus: I’m driving with my blinker on again You never know how this will end Will I make a right or left or even turn you’ll never guess I’m driving with my blinker on again Well at one point I’m sure I did intend to turn Now you’re asking me where my driving I did learn Well I’m pretty sure it was the school for the crazy Directionally challenged and curmudgeonly old ladies
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Bridge: You were getting pretty hopeful down on Ave B But now that we’re on M you’ve nearly given up on me That light is winking at you and it’s driving you insane You’d try to get around me too bad it’s a single lane Well it’s finally time to lose me at any cost Might go mile out or you could end up getting lost Try to turn right but suddenly out of the blue I decide to make that right, right in front of you
