The original conformist in a music video

A friend pointed me to this video. It's not perfect, but he's got the right idea. I'm going to nominate it for best music video I've seen in a long time.

Parts that annoy me a little:
  • Business cards with song lyrics on them.
  • The raincoat dance needs a lot of work.

I give him props for:
  • Being naked for the prostitute scene.
  • Having better-looking prostitutes.
  • Taking a break in the song to plug his own song to the prostitutes.
  • Looking, acting, talking, and smiling astonishingly like Christian Bale's Patrick Bateman.
  • The video overall; I love it.


I love buying new mobile phones

After the miraculous disappearance of my backpack in June, I replaced most of the stuff, including getting an HTC Dream to replace my iPhone 3G. The phone arrived about two weeks ago. I celebrated a friend's birthday on Friday evening, and on Saturday I found myself writing this email:

I have to buy another mobile phone because some dude decided he wanted mine, and took it by force. I was almost home last night, after being out for a friend's birthday. It was almost 3am, and between the bus stop and my apartment (400m) a guy started talking to me, nicely, and he asked me if I had a cell phone. Me, being a dumbass, said "yes". I may have had it in my hand; I don't remember exactly, but at some point I took it out of my pocket and had it in my hand, and he said "cool, let me see" and just grabbed it. He actually walked next to me for like 50 meters still talking to me, and me telling him to give me my phone back. Then I just grabbed it back and ran, but he caught my shirt and swung me around and started hitting me. I got thrown on the ground as I slipped out of my shirt which he was holding onto, and the phone slipped out of my hand. We both grabbed it at the same time, and I ended up coming up with only the back of the phone, the battery cover. He had the rest. At this point, I was sitting shirtless on the side of my street (my own street!) with him standing over me telling me to give him the battery cover. I just said "what?" and acted like I didn't have it, because it was dark and I didn't know if he could see. I also briefly considered my options, which weren't too many. He asked me again, and I said "what?" again, but in the end, I just gave it to him because I was on the ground bleeding, and he was obviously winning. I'm not sure if he kicked me in the head before or after that, but he did it at least once.

I told the police I wasn't unconscious, but now I'm not sure, because I don't remember seeing the dude running away. If I was, it was only a few seconds. The police station was only 300-400 meters away, so I ran there and told them. They called it in to the dudes on the street, I guess, with a description of the dude and the girl that was with him. I filed the report, and after a few minutes the paramedics showed up. I guess I was bleeding noticeably from my head, and there was blood on my face and hands. So, of course it was really convenient that the police station was so close, but the hospital they took me to was pretty far away. That means after they cleaned me up and the most inept x-ray technician ever made images of my head, I had to wait well over a half hour for the bus, and then it took me at least an hour to get home.

So now I'm sitting here with a big white bandage covering my head, which I have to leave on for three days, and then I can't wash my hair for ten, but I'll probably do it earlier. So today I got a new SIM card to put in my old phone (it's getting a lot of use this summer) and I was wearing what was basically a winter hat the whole time I was shopping. People were looking at me funny, but not as funny as this morning on my way back from the hospital.

So that's that story. I'll probably be more careful in the future, but maybe not.

Some observations I'd like to make, after having a few days to think about it:

  • I was never scared, and I don't know if that's good or bad.
  • It's hard to outrun someone in flip-flops, even if you're in sub-4:00 1500m shape.
  • I walked a different, and darker, way home from the bus because I was hungry. I probably won't do that again.
  • I never through a single punch; I was completely focused on getting my phone in my hand and then getting away. I should have punched him somewhere where it really hurts. Maybe that would have been preferable.
  • What bothers me the most is that this guy won. I would much rather have beat the crap out of him and then had him arrested, but completely destroyed my phone than have "lost" the fight and kept my phone.
  • Three days later, I don't even notice the cut on my head except when I touch it on accident, but I keep discovering new bruises, including a weird soreness in the bone between the nostrils of my nose. There's no visible bruise or swelling there.
  • At the police station this morning, as I was bringing them the IMEI number from my phone, the officer who took the report of my stolen backpack walked in and recognized me, having remembered me and my stolen backpack and phone from two months ago. Both he and the officer I was talking to today asked me how I liked Austria now, and then wished me better luck in the future.
  • The possibility of a knife or other weapon is the main reason why, if this happens again, I'd probably still just [try to] run away.
  • There was a pretty girl in a pink skirt with the guy when he started talking to me. She probably saw the whole thing, and will probably still hang out with the guy even after what she saw. Maybe she'd seen it before. She's just as bad as he is.

Does anyone else have any comments, suggestions, or stories?