Here’s an audio post for Poem On Your Blog Day
text of poem:
Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
—W.B. Yeats, 1899
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This is a long post about a lot of things that are usually on my mind.
I just did my move-in checklist thing and it reminded me of when my mom managed a low-income HUD subsidized apartment complex. She has this old lady who’d lived there since before she even worked there, she was probably going senile before she had a stroke and cashed in her chips. Anyway, before we set her up with the Meals for Seniors program she used to eat those Swanson TV dinners, and since she was old and couldn’t get around much I remember we went in to check on her, and she had a stack that had to have been three feet tall of the foil trays that the dinner used to come in. It was a good thing it was wintertime, otherwise there would’ve been monster insects. A few things happened with this lady:
She got roaches. Her unit was in the middle of a three-townhouse block, and the neighbors noticed a roach so they called right away. They’d apparently spread from this lady’s place and she hadn’t noticed them, being old and not moving around a lot and probably couldn’t see.
The woman was a hoarder; she kept ahold of everything. She subscribed to every tabloid magazine and never threw them away. I remember after she died we went into her unit and she had stacks and stacks of magazines, tv guide, people, enquierer, national geographic, all over the place. She wasn’t particularly dirty but she couldn’t really move around a lot to clean.
This whole apartment search thing brought up a lot of memories from that period in our family’s life. I can remember the horrible time when they were redoing the road in front of the complex and they broke a sewer line and it flooded a bunch of units. What made it so much worse was it was over Labor Day Weekend, so it was hot and all of the cleanup services were closed. Someone called the local TV station and I can remember her bitching out Brian Sterling on live TV. It was hillarious. She’d tried to do everything she could (people ended up getting free hotel rooms, of course) but she couldn’t find a company that was open or could send anyone to clean up these poor folks’ basements. TV showed up and they tried to paint her as some neglectful landlady, but she just ripped poor Brian a new one (he was an asshole to her anyway) and told him it wasn’t a TV matter and she was doing everything she could. We all gathered around for the 6 o’clock evening news, the 11 o’clock news, and again for the morning broadcast.
People who lived there knew she was a bitch. If you didn’t pay your rent on time, she’d take you to court before you could say eviction notice. She had to be that way, though, because people would just stay there for months and months trying to get away without paying rent if she didn’t. It was HUD subsidized, so a lot of these people were only having to pay $200 dollars a month for a three or four bedroom townhouse. They were all on SSI and food stamps and WIC. I got to see some of the poorest people every day and how they lived. A lot of them seemed to be in perpetual poverty, mostly because they didn’t have the skills to get a decent job, or the time to learn these skills. I learned how rough it was for a single mom with three kids to keep down a day job and go to school trying to better herself.
What really sucked was when the joke of Welfare-to-Work came about. I can remember babysitting during the summer for a few people who had to get jobs in order to keep their welfare; they both worked for the Kentucky Fried Chicken down the street because it was the only job they could get. I’m sorry, but you can’t learn any skills at KFC that will get you a better job. $10,000 was the poverty line for a family size of 2 and I think these women were probably pulling in about 5k from their jobs. Welfare added enough to pay for rent and WIC bought the food. I never say anything bad about people on WIC, because I know if they qualify for it they probably have it pretty bad and I saw how WIC helped kids not starve to death.
But really, the welfare state in this country is for shit. Furthermore, the employment situation isn’t much better. Michigan currently had the second highest rate of unemployment, and if you don’t have the skills to get a good paying job, you’re stuck working for KFC or Wal-Mart and if you’ve got kids at home you just don’t have the time or the money to go to school. After seeing the people who really tried to do better, who really bought into the “American Dream” do nothing but struggle I don’t buy into that ideal. Education is too expensive, and once you’ve gone and had a child or two you’re really screwed. I’ve had my own struggle with working and going to school and I can’t imagine how much harder it would be if I had a child to worry about providing for.
Do I know how to fix it? Not really. I’m not running for President so I don’t have any grand scheme like Johnson’s Great Society but I think our culture needs to change from the ground up. The message we still send is that hard work will still get you places but more often than not this isn’t the case. We only see the success stories—the Bill Clintons and Donald Trumps—and not nearly enough of the poor people. Or, for that matter, what will happen to the folks in Greenville when their refrigerator plant closes? There simply are no jobs being created in Michigan where someone who’s worked in a factory for 15-30 years can go out and do. Sure, they can all be given training for better jobs or jobs that pay the same, but our cash-strapped state isn’t going to be able to pay for it. Greenville offered Electrolux a sweet deal to stay in town but they still passed it up for higher profits in Mexico.
But really, is more corporate welfare really the answer? When it comes down to it, the plant in Greenville wasn’t losing money, it just wasn’t as profitable as Electrolux wanted it to be. We need less corporate greed and corporate welfare. We need more Fair Trade instead of free trade.
We also need to stop spending billions of dollars on making war when kids still go to school in trailers. What is the point of “defending a way of life” when that way of life is really a fairy tale for most people? I really think most people are more concerned with job security than they are with homeland security. Does it really pay to stop terrorists from crashing planes into buildings when state funding for public programs and schools (both primary and secondary education) is drying up? What’s the point of preserving our way of life in this country if there’s no way to make a living?
The first thing that needs to happen is for all of us to realize that we’re all in this together. When that happens I will fully believe in a national healthcare system; right now I don’t. Right now I’m quite content to see the dogs of capitalism control the healthcare system in this country because eventually the system will buckle. It’ll collapse under its own weight and then will be the time to rebuid and reform it into something better. Right now we’re trying to superimpose a socialist model on a capitalist system and it won’t work. We’re seeing that with social security drying up, we’re seeing that with pension funds running out of cash, we’re seeing that with the state college budgets being slashed. Our mixed economy doesn’t work and it needs to be one way or the other. Capitalism doesn’t allow for sharing, it only allows for a big take when there’s something to give. The only way we can all share is for all of us to work together and to realize that we’re in this together.
Wow that went a long way from talking about the apartment complex. Let me tie this together. If your neighbor is struggling working two jobs to make ends meet and feed her kids, chances are that kid won’t be getting a very good education, probably because his parents are poor and live in a poor neighborhood with poor schools.
Parents who are too busy to be actively involved with their kids have kids who underachieve. The best way to fix the bad schools is the fix the values these kids are raised on. A steady media diet doesn’t help. Just telling a kid to work hard won’t cut it, not when he or she doesn’t see anyone around them who works hard reaping any benefit. Poor kids are born poor and dissilusioned and they usually die that way.
You might be fine with your college education (probably because you’re white and grew up in a white suburb and went to a mostly white school) but your neighbor only got through high school and then she had to go to work. Her kids won’t learn the skills they need, and her kids might not even finish high school. But with just a little help from you and the rest of the neighborhood maybe those kids will have a chance. Why should you give some of your hard-earned money away? Maybe then your neighbor could pay for better day care for her kids, maybe then your neighbor could get some higher education classes and get a better job. Maybe then her kids will have it just a little bit better and they won’t make the same mistakes. Then your kids won’t have to give as much of their money away in the future; education would be cheaper for everyone, healthcare would be available, people would be better cared for and better educated and better informed to make the choices that help them have a better life. Crime would probably go down, and your neighborhood would be a better place to live. The whole country would be a better place to live, just because of your small sacrifice. Generations to come would benefit and then this country would actually be a land of opportunity.
And maybe, just maybe, if we could set up a decent publicly funded social saftey net, once your job is shipped overseas or outsourced and you find yourself selling your Mercedes to feed your Starbucks addiction you won’t have to worry about getting your kids a college education or the proper healthcare. We need to remember the “United” part of The United States of America.
“It’s not that I like cocaine, I just like the way it smells.”
Yesterday was pretty hectic. I started out at 11am and went to the apartment complex office to do my move in, sign some stuff, get my key, all that. The first thing I did once I was in my new apartment was to set up the cable internet, of course. There wasn’t anywhere to sit or sleep, but you could get online.
Then Kyle called and told me that Joe had turned the power off, which really sucks for Jay since he has to live there until Friday since he’s on probation. So I decided that Tuesday was going to be the move day (I had planned on doing it this weekend so Brad could come help, but with no power I wasn’t going to stay there) and started packing up everything that wasn’t packed. I rented a U-Haul truck for $20 so I could move all my furniture in one trip. Joe was supposed to help me move but he was tired and had to work, so he didn’t. Jay and Kyle went with me to get the truck because Josh was at work, then Nick showed up and Jay and Kyle and Nick where all nice enough to help me load the heavy stuff into the truck.
Josh got home, then we went to the new place and unpacked everything. We then went to Meijer to get a shower curtain. I left my wallet on the U-Scan so they called me this morning to tell me they had it. Nothing was stolen! Yay!
I’ve still got to go back and get my kitchen stuff and clean out a closet. Otherwise I’m all done!
If you’ve got a spare few minutes, you should check out Grand Theft Auto Stick Figure Game with Bullet Time Ending. Remember to press the spacebar to reload.
sorry this link is broken iDisk is too freaken expensive
Occasionally I use this blog to provide a much needed community service: I complain.
I have this head cold thing, which must be some genetically altered variant as causes alternating sides of my head to be stuffed up. I can currently breathe out of my left nostril, but an hour ago it was the right. The left side of my head feels “full” whereas the right does not. An hour ago it was the right. Must’ve been one hell of a gene mutation to cause such a smartly annoying virus. I had a fever and chills, too but I had some errands to run so I pumped the heat up in the car and it seems to have gone away.
I’ve been sucking on these Hall’s Defense drops as I usually do, hopefully they’ll knock this shit out of me fast.
I returned some games to Blockbuster that I rented, then went to Harding’s and got some toilet roll with which to blow my nose. I also got a DiGiorno frozen pizza, to which the cashier remarked she loved. I told her I like the Meijer brand rising crust pizza better but they don’t have it at Harding’s. She gave me a funny look and said “Well we’re not Meijer” to which I laughed and informed her I was aware of my location, bid her good evening, then left. I then proceeded to Shell and paid $1.89/gal for gas. At that price you wouldn’t think we were occupying an oil producing nation. I noticed it was starting to rain but I needed to wash all of the bird shit off my car so I got a car wash anyway, just to be an asshole.
Now I’m gonna lay in bed and do nothing until I feel better.
Saw a guy with a t-shirt today that had all these fabric paint multicolored thumbprints on it. It read “Dad’s THUMBody Special!”
It was cute.
We don’t do “cute”.
Lessons learned from Vietnam
First off, I’d like to clarify that title a bit by stating that it really should read Lessons learned from other wars but I wanted to highlight Vietnam rather than compare it to the present war in Iraq.
One of the things the military and the government learned from Vietnam is that allowing vast media coverage of [US] war casualties is a bad bad thing to do. It’s one thing to list the body count, but if people start seeing images of the damages it furthers anti-war sentiment.
I missed the furor over this photo (taken by Tami Silicio) because I was at work yesterday and then went to the John Kerry Meetup. Some people talked about it a little bit there but I didn’t get a chance to check it out until now.
Ms. Silicio got fired from her job because of this photo. Sure, she violated government and company policy so Maytag Aircraft was pretty justified in firing her, but let’s look at why this policy is so.
Vietnam. I wasn’t alive to see it, but I’ve definitely seen old news coverage of the fighting. For the first time we had access to war in our homes. We learned that war is a brutal thing (it does, after all, involve killing real people) and we don’t really want to watch it on prime time. The war machine understood this, too—they began to understand the negative propaganda value televising these bloody pictures of war was having on the public sentiment.
In 1991 (the year we fought the first war in Iraq) the government made it official policy not allowing returning coffins to be photographed (as stated in the Seattle Times article) most likely for the reason of encouraging positive public sentiment.
This of course keeps the American public from getting, literally, the big picture of war. It’s fine to note the number of killed and wounded Iraqis (just look at the staggering numbers compared to US-led Coalition losses) and it’s ok to show their pictures, just don’t show the caskets full of our men and women being shipped home.
Ridiculous, of course. Necessary? Depends on how you look at it. The Pentagon and the Bush administration need and want broad public support for this war, showing images of coffins (let alone our war dead) is just not a smart thing to do.
Should we?
Yes. I want to see more pictures like Tami Silicio’s. Not because I’m morbid, but for two reasons. Firstly because this is a democracy. We simply have the right to see things like this. Our tax dollars are being used to send the soldiers there to fight (and die) and to ship their bodies back home. Whatever happened to transparency? This is not a matter of national security, there’s no need for secrecy. It’s merely that the Pentagon wants to make sure we only see the sanitized version of war-on-a-video screen. The “surgical strikes” and “smart bombs” but please, no pictures of our dead soldiers. People might get the wrong impression. Cut to the President on an aircraft carrier. Cut to the fake turkey on Thanksgiving.
Secondly, I want to see them because I want a concept in my head of what this looks like. I want other people to see them. I want everyone to see the cost of this war not just in dollars but in human lives. American lives.
Furthermore, I want a big, Times Square size image of caskets totaling the amount of people who’ve died due to the “war on terror” since 11 September 2001. Add the casualties from the Trade Center and Pentagon and Pennsylvania. I want everyone to see exactly how many people have died since that day. Military and civilian; foreign and American; we must add these bodies to the death toll of 11 September.
We then must ask ourselves if we can still call this a “just war” given the cost. We must then ask ourselves what freedom really is.
Then we should ask ourselves if we are willing to trade a small amount of security for the high price of life.
On another note, I also want to address the rampant comarisons of Iraq to Vietnam. Sure, the motives and the false pretenses sound vaguely familiar. We must also remember that the Vietnam war was fought, supposedly, to “preserve our way of life” from the threat of Communism (remember the Domino Effect?) just as the war on terror has been explained as the need to “preserve our way of life” now. But the important distinction that needs to be made is that Iraq is not Vietnam. It is Iraq. And whilst we’re fighting to preserve our so-called way of life there is an awful lot of death happening to do so, just as happened in Vietnam. But again, this is Iraq. The cards are a bit different this time, not to mention the decision makers. What’s dangerous here is the comparison; a lot of people (myself included) don’t remember the shaky sociopolitical footing the country was on during Vietnam. As well as the consequences of the draft. Still, the more I think about it, the more the underlying factors seem awfully close to those of Vietnam. But I still think deep down that to compare this war to that war does a disservice to our troops over there now and those who served in Vietnam, and I wish it would stop. These are two different wars and two different eras. While it might look like a bad remake of an old movie, it’s still a different thing itself. If anything, Ho Chi Min was never a threat to the people of Vietnam as much as Saddam Hussein was a threat to the people of Iraq and perhaps the world. It’s Iraq, not Vietnam. Bush, not Johnson(or Kennedy or Nixon). And hopefully this war will be shorter.
I was listening to a very interesting report on NPR’s All Things Considered about the “No Child Left Behind” Act and how it’s testing requirements mandate children be tested on their English skills starting in the third grade. The problem NPR was addressing is that the students at Ayaprun Immersion School (as well as other schools in Alaska) don’t start speaking English until fourth grade; they speak Yupik and other native Alaskan languages that have been spoken there for thousands of years. The school wants an exception to using the test results—like those given to schools with a high immigrant population—so that they are not penalized for teaching and learning Yupik.
What’s really of note is the fact that parents and grandparents of the children who attend Ayaprun where probably punished for speaking Yup’ik. Should the Federal government perpetuate this with the NCLB mandate?
Some might argue that you can’t close your eyes to the fact that English is spoken by the vast majority of people in this country—but you must note that these kids grow up with English all around them and it’s doubtful that they don’t speak English, they’ve been placed in this school because thier parents want to preserve their language and their way of life—something that us white folks have been trying to take away from “the natives” since we got here.
The other interesting fact in regards to NCLB is that exceptions for applying the English-language test results have been given to immigrant schools, but these children are not immigrants, they are native Alaskans; English is the foreign language to them. Should we not strive to preserve the language of people who were here long before us?
You can listen to the story (Real Audio) here.
Here’s an audio update about my work situation.
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Pantone colorstrology
You have strong emotions but do not always express what you are really feeling. You have a way with words and are mentally agile. Partnerships are important to you and a lot of transformation occurs due to your close personal relationships. Writing is one of the ways for you to process your feelings and channel your energy. Your personal color helps increase your stamina. Wearing, meditating, or surrounding yourself with Lettuce Green lets you know when to rest and when to act.
Which Pantone® color are you?
I usually use ecto to do my blogging, so I rarely log into the Blogger homepage anymore. I did tonight to edit the audio post and… since Google owns Blogger they’re offering Gmail beta accounts to active bloggers! So I got myself a brand spakin’ new Gmail account!
I don’t really have any huge privacy concerns with the service as I don’t see it being all that much different that Hotmail. For one thing, Hotmail uses your address that you enter for your Microsoft Passport to determine what kinds of ads to serve up to you (both on Hotmail and other Passport sites). I simply gave them a fake address and zipcode, and poof! Microsoft thinks I live in Cupertino, California. [never mind for a moment that almost as soon as you open up a hotmail account it's flooded with spam... there's nothing fishy with that at all...]
Google has a lot of my real information. There’s a few reasons for this. For one, they verified my information with Blogger, so I didn’t lie. Their privacy policy is rather specific. Furthermore, I trust Google. I don’t mind them having my information. And I actually don’t mind them scanning my email to decide what kind of ads to serve up; I’ve found some rather interesting things come up due to their AdSense ads—for one, it’s how I found out about Audblog. Additionally, their emails are scanned by computers (or maybe even pigeons) and not people. So really, no one is reading my email.
Secondly, as I mentioned above, I like the Google AdSense text ads. They are a lot less intrusive than those damned blinking ads that Hotmail puts next to the email and the ubiquitous banner ads on top. Of course, one pixel ads would be fantastic, but that’s not going to catch on anytime soon.
Thirdly, it’s been shown over and over again that consumers are more than willing to trade away their privacy when the price is right. Getting one gigabye of email seems a decent price to pay for allowing a computer to scan my incoming mail for keywords. I also have a Meijer Guest Card that donates a certain percentage of my spending to a community organization; of course they aren’t really donating anything, they’re simply trading that 10 dollars or whatever a month for the privilege of knowing what exactly I buy. That’s a tradeoff I’m willing to accept for the benefit; I don’t really care if they track what I buy because I’m pretty sure it’d make them scratch their heads a lot if they looked at it really hard.
The same thing goes for Google. They know all of the strange and obscure things that I search for, and if they are comfortable keywording my searches they’d better be damned comfortable keywording my emails.
But really, what does all of this tracking and keywording really accomplish? Perhaps sometime in the future Google will be smart enough to know me and my interests without having to tell it much. Let’s image that Brave New Googley World. There’ll be a cookie in my cache that shows I’ve been doing a lot of recent searching for, say, Depeche Mode. Maybe even in my inbox I’ve subscribed to a Depeche Mode mailing list. Now let’s say I go to Google again and search for Ultra. Instead of the usual everything-on-the-internet-with-the-word-Ultra-in-it search results Google will return for me at the top of the list, say, Amazon.com results for the Depeche Mode album, Depeche Mode fan sites, and digital music downloads for Depeche Mode. Use your imagination and you can figure out several different applications of this and how useful this mind be. You’d actually be finding things on the internet as opposed to searching. [it should be notable that this cookie is stored on your computer, not Google's, so they don't really keep that information, they'll just get it from the cookie]
While privacy advocates see this as dangerous (or even “viral“) I see it as a simple trade-off—they say, “you give us some adspace and we’ll give you 1GB of email storage.” Maybe sometime in the future, the whole experience of searching on the internet can be transformed. Think of it as a service that would work not by tracking you, but by learning what you’re usually looking for on the internet.
So you can start Gmailing me at my new address.
Update:I’m getting spam on my gmail account, so I removed all the links to the address from this post as well as my blog. If you need to email me, click “My Blogger Profile” in the box on the right.
here’s the first audio post
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Hm. So there are apparently no positions in Grand Rapids right now, so I figured rather than being homeless I would get a place down here for the summer.
I decided I wanted to get an apartment (not just a room in a house) by myself, just for the three months. It also had to be cheap. I found two places, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to sign a lease tomorrow for Whitehall apartments, which is a student-geared complex about 100 yards from Western. But it’s pretty cheap, only $305 a month + gas & electric. The lady at the leasing office said it’s so cheap because they’re not going to do cleaning/refurb over the summer, which I guess is going to be ok—I’ll get to see whichever one I want to lease, and it is only for 3 months. I think I can live with “that stain on the carpet” for a few months as long as it’s not really nasty.
So yay! I have a place to live… it’s the 3rd Annual Relocation Extravaganza!
This is cute.
So it’s Sunday… I’m out on the porch enjoying the summery weather and the fact that I get awesome signal from our neighbor’s wifi. Josh cancelled our cable modem since it was acting up and they sent a retard out to try and fix it. Thanks for coming out, asshole, but I already reset the router and cable modem and it didn’t help… but anyway, it’s astoundingly perfectnice outside.
Last night Joe, Chaz, Jordan, and me went to Diversions. It was fun. I had a few Kurant & Sprites, which is a drink no seems to understand but it kind of tastes like the new Sprite Remix Berryclear without the cough-syrupy flavor. After final last call (did I hear my name?) I went and danced with everyone until they turned the music off and turned the lights up. Then we went to Denny’s and then came back. People were still partying around here even though it was 4am.
Woke up today at 1pm and started playing Jedi Academy, which is still running inside.
I went to Fourth Coast for some coffee and to read a bit the other night. I’m still fighting my way through the Updike novels. They’re very interesting and I like his style, it’s just been a matter of having the motivation to read them. I hope I can finish them soon so I can formulate a summer reading list. Any suggestions as to what I should read this summer?
I did some writing while I was there, and I realize I’ve been working with the same group of characters for years; they’ve all changed a little over the years. It’s nice to have this idea of a few characters who I know rather well, it makes them rather easy to write about but the danger is that I know them so well but no one else does—I have to be careful that the story explains who they are. Another thing of having these guys laying around for so long is that I have all these collected fragments of them: story snapshots, poems, scenes for a play. It’s going to make pulling everything together a little difficult. I’m still not sure if they story will be a play or a novel, or maybe both.
We’ll see what happens when I get into the workshop groove this fall.
Kill Bill Vol 2 (Four Stars)
Last night was Kill Bill night. Joe and I had already seen Vol 1 with Eric and his friend Lloyd, so we met them at the theatre. Kalamazoo 10 sold out so we had to see it at the mall movies, which is ok but they don’t have as good of a sound system (which is ok, as most of Vol 2’s audio is dialogue on the first two channels) and no stadium seating (which was also ok, as a short person sat in front of me).
As expected, Vol 2 picks up right where Vol1 left off. Everything I’ve read about these two films is that Tarantino originally conceived of them as a single film, but taken separately the second one works as a completion of the first. It’s longer and not as action-packed; there are no against-all-odds crazy 88 fight scenes, but the one big fight (between the Bride and Elle) we do get is well timed and has a climax that had the entire theatre erupt in applause.
The reason for the lack of action in the second film seems to be because of the overabundance of it in the first. The first is very straightforward in its plot—The Bride is wronged, she wakes up, and goes about getting the tools she needs for exacting her revenge, then starts her mission. We only know about this mission and its hows and whys. We know that Bill is responsible for the death of the Bride’s entire wedding party, but we don’t know why. We know that The Bride once worked for Bill and the rest of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad, but we don’t know why she left exactly. Presumably it was because she was pregnant and getting married, but we still only have half the story.
That’s where Volume 2 comes in. And what the first film lacks in substance volume two makes up in backstory and style. Almost every chapter has its own style; the scenes where The Bride is sent off to train with Pai Mei (Gordon Liu, who also played another character in Vol 1) is shot like a 70’s kung-fu picture; the overexposed, grainy film quality almost looks like you’re watching it on a VCR. The opening sequences are all black-and-white.
So it is in the second film where we learn how The Bride and her enemies came to posses their remarkable skills, and some of what happened during the four years of The Bride’s coma. We see her daughter (who, we’re told at the end of the first film, is still alive) and learning her favourite movie is a laugh for the audience.
This film is brilliant to watch, and it reminds me of how Roger Ebert says that every shot in a Tarantino film is a reference to some other shot in another film. I caught a few of these moments, but not all of them, although I’m sure there’s a listing of every reference somewhere on the internet. (here’s one of them.)
The ending is satisfying, if not somewhat anticlimactic, but this ending is done for style, not awe. I don’t think it’s a spoiler to say that The Bride kills Bill in the end. I will leave how as a mystery. This final chapter is marvelously done and contains some of the best Tarantino dialogue ever. Almost as good as his speech in the beginning of Reservoir Dogs.
What will be great are the almost-sure-to-be-out-by-Christmas director’s cut DVDs. Then you can watch both installments back-to back. That being said it’s not absolutely necessary that you’ve seen Vol 1 in order to understand Vol 2.
So go see Kill Bill!
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If you’ve got an extra $1,200 laying around, you might want to meet this guy I know named Greg.
Update: He’s since removed his pics & it’s someone else… wonder if it’s because of us hahaha
