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The Mobile Defamer Team (OK, one person hardly makes a "team") landed in Salt Lake City late last night, and has accomplished nothing other than discovering that shuttle bus drivers are not required to know how to reach any particular destination within Park City ("close enough" seems to be their mantra), rushing to Main Street to get in a solitary beer before last call, and watching two people roughly fifteen seconds away from public, full-on penetration devour each other's faces in front of the Intel storefront on the central drag, romantically bathed in the warm, blue light of the microprocessor-touting sign above their grinding heads. Let it not be said that there is no love at Sundance.

On the plus side, we had to go no further than the Salt Lake airport baggage claim to see our first shoulder-mounted movie camera (pictured in blurry majesty above), no doubt part of a sixteen hour documentary on the baggage carousel experiences of aspiring filmmakers. And we point out the happy accident of capturing someone on their Blackberry only because noticing it somehow made us think about how creepy we must have seemed pretending to make a call while sneaking a camphone photo of the guy with the movie camera.

More T/K when something actually happens.

Movie/party ratio: 0/0