Tarantino Story

Ill-Timed Travel

Tracy had never wondered what her friend was like in youth, she was exactly the same just in a different time and place. 

The sharp pungent scent of chlorine and echoed laughter of children set the stage. Normally the gentle whispers of energetic nurses and could be herd, and the screech of a whistle for scampering children. This day was special; it was a day for a show. Three rows: four, three, two, of shinny elastic Pepto-Bismol swim caps.  Each woman adorned with polka-dots and a fake glossy smile. They had trained for months, none of them wanting to, some had given up on health, others on life. The doctor, and overbearing children often win.

Each woman was one nuclear shade of lipstick away from vanishing, what was the point of such theatrics? The Everly Brothers were switched on, and the routine began. Each movement slow and concentrated, pasty, saggy, and with little genuine enthusiasm, the years of wear on each body resulting in perfect synchronization. The splashing was gentle and delicate, like reaching your hand between the barbs of a electric fence to fetch a valuable.   The first chorus went well, splashing and smiling the ladies were having no difficulty faking their enjoyment enough to please the supervision. It was when the ladies had formed a star with wrinkled and slippery hands that Ruth broke away. Great balls of fire, she had left them again and was making a run for it.

“Welcome. Welcome I am so glad you decided to stop by” she said opening her arms wide to Tracy, whose look went from concern to confusion, where had she gone this time? Tracy the ever present friend was always the one to go to the rescue of their friend Ruth. Ruth was the shortest, darkest, and she gave the least gruff about her forced exercise, she knew about her disease but hardly remembered about it. ‘Hopefully it disrupts and entertains enough to give you all a break’ she used to say with a thick Brooklyn accent when the ladies would talk together. Tracy was such a busy-body, ‘that is what you get for having millions of kids, just care care care all the time’ she had herd the other ladies say behind her back. Eventually Ruth would lose all of herself totally, but not just yet.  She really preferred the past to the present anyways, let it come quickly she thought to herself often.

“You know the pool is just one of the many new features our hotel has to offer, if you would follow me this way I can show you to the sauna and the steam rooms too” she explained with a slightly mischievous grin. Just then the final number came on the cheap pink boom-box. The music was muffled from the protective plastic bag and the pool was not known for its acoustics, but Elves Presley was Elves Presley even through a plastic bag. The music changed Ruth, and she stopped mouth agape scraggily pink lipstick, cataract blue eyes, and enough wrinkles to write a story.

 

“I always have a couple of extra minutes for Elvis” she proclaimed and proceeded to dance energetically, splashing with her arms and kicking her legs up as far as they would go.

 

Process:

This is my second DS106 assignment of the section “Tarantino Your Story!” This is my story, and I just followed the directions and put the last sentence at the beginning, I wonder if you all can tell? This is from the Writing section, one of my favorites, so I am sad to see it go~ I hope you enjoy the story, let me know what you think. I re-did some of the sentences you can see them in purple, I hope it affords clarification. Also I added some pictures, because everyone loves pictures and I think it helps capture the reminiscent feeling that I am going for. Did I go overboard with the pictures?? Let me know~

Do not think of me when I am gone~

Inspired by Stephanie H’s project From presumably las semester’s batch of students. The assignment is to write my Will. I actually, do not and cannot yet accept death. Even though I was a child surrounded by pets, and plants, whenever something dies even if I fully know that they or it will be gone from the earth forever, even if I flush the creature down the toilette myself, I can never feel a difference. I think this is because I have not felt the extreme loss of a close person, while both of my grandparents and several people that I have known  have passed away, and I have attend funerals, I still feel the same before and after. This lack of a change in feeling for me was the cause for me to bother my (father particularly) about the details of what he wants done for his death. I am sure he does not want to talk about it every, but he also knows my character better than anyone, and may be amused by the whole thing anyways. In the end I sort of planned his funeral and all that suff, based on his lack of a concrete answer. So here would be my plans, for after I die and how I would like everything to be arranged:

I GABRIELLE CELANI, a resident of Shinagawa-ku Tokyo Japan, and a citizen of the United States of America from Colorado, in Boulder County do herby make publish and declare this to be my Last Will and Testament and do revoke any and all other Wills and Codicils heretofore made by me.

I. I direct payment of my debts, funeral expenses, and expenses for administration of my estate, shall be paid in full by the largest of monetary funds inheritor of my estate and funds. Therein the person with the larges total sum of monetary collection from my will will bear full responsibility in paying the caterer, even if it is for food that I will not eat.

II I direct that Andrew Gerald Celani should inherit my estate and any monitory funds within the United States Of America, and abroad. If he should predecease me, let the funds fall upon a sober Andrew Christian Celani.

II.2 If any beneficiary shall fail to survive me by 45 days, it shall be deemed that such person shall have predeceased me.

II.3 Should neither party be able to preform the above mentioned tasks, the funds will remain frozen until said party is able to comply, or else let the funds fall upon Andrew Jr.’s offspring equally, or proceed to be donated.

Article III

3.1 – I appoint my mother Carley Christian Celani Executrix of this will. If she predeceases me, I appoint my friends (a) Megan Bettenhausen, and (b) Joseph Benjamin Leeds to said office. I direct that no appointee hereunder shall be required to give bond for the faithful performance of the duties of said office.

Article IV

4.1 – To the following I leave my possessions. Megan Bettenhausen, I give you my books please be sure that they are cared for and not sun-damaged. To Gwenivere Schwartz I leave my miscellanies personal affects(unmentioned things) , specifically my hat collection, to be divided and given away accordingly. Under no circumstance is my mother (Carley Christian Celani) allowed any of my personal effects, goodness knows she has enough stuff. To my brother Andrew Christian Celani my coin collection and black box, you will know what to do with it. To my father, Andrew Gerald Celani, I leave all of my trees.

4.2 – This Will has been prepared in duplicate, each copy of which has been executed as an original. One of these executed copies is in my possession and the other is deposited for safekeeping with my mother.

I, Gabrielle Elizabeth Maude Celani, do hereby declare to the undersigned authority that I am 18 years of age or older, of sound mind, and under no constraint or undue influence willingly sign and execute this instrument as my Last Will and Testament in the presence of the following witnesses, who witnessed and subscribed this will at my request, and in my presence at Tokyo, Japan on this 22nd day of February, 2012

            Gabrielle Celani

In reflection of this post: I imagine a giant floating cluster of junk. What will happen to all of our accounts when we are gone? Actually I think that nothing, I think that eventually things will fade in and out of popularity. Same as MySpace did I still have an account, but the box is full of Cialis Ads and Nigerien money scams. They will just sit there gathering other things, like mails and spams. The perfect target for such viruses. Then at some point the creater, or someone will just delete everything. There will be a hacker, that does some damage, and the site will be shut down. All of the information will eventually be lost forever. If the sites stay interesting, stay current then I imagine that the information that is not being used, like the accounts that become abandoned, will just be like trash that is shipped out to sea. It will be accumulated and stuck together, and just put somewhere. It reminds me of a job for Katamari, a popular Japanese video game where things are accumulated into a giant ball of junk. 

I think that eventually someone will set these balls of junk on fire, or just erase them. There are many ideas about how destructive this junk could be. The film Summer Wars is just one fun example, where a man creates a virus that attacked everyone’s accounts and it begins to affect traffic, and everything that is computer controlled, even weapons of mass destruction. It is an amusing movie but I think that someone will step in a delete all of the accounts before they take up too much space. Plus the issue of running out of space is not an issue on the internet, because more space can be made quickly and more and more space is being created. The sky is the limit. I wonder if ever all the space could be filled? I doubt it. Those are my thoughts on cyber-decay. Do you concur? Or do you think that cyber zombies will eventually amass and get us all? 

Three Word, Sunday

So for this weeks DS106 assignment I shall write a piece of prose biased on the Three Word Wednesday I went to this Website and got the words that I will use:

Angelic adjective: Of or relating to angels.

Foster; verb: Encourage or promote the development of (something, typically something regarded as good); bring up; adjective: Denoting someone that has a specified family connection through fostering rather than birth; involving or concerned with fostering a child.

Ruin; noun: the physical destruction or disintegration of something or the state of disintegrating or being destroyed; the remains of a building, typically an old one, that has suffered much damage or disintegration; the disastrous disintegration of someone’s life; the complete loss of one’s money and other assets; verb: Reduce (a building or place) to a state of decay, collapse, or disintegration; reduce to a state of poverty.

     Because I am living in Japan I think that it is only fair to make some cultural references. The idea for my story is based on the Japanese Folk tale Momotaro. Rather than re-telling it entirely myself, you can read it here it is not too long, and it is good to know because there are all sorts of references to this story in everyday things. Obviously my story is a very rough interpretation.

     He was beautiful, the second the peach split open the small angelic child rolled onto her hand. Orange hair, chubby cheeks everything that was to be desired in a child of such raw becoming. Despite her old age and her humble living she decided to take him home wrapped up carefully atop the basket of peaches that she had collected for the day. The cool river had always given them what they wanted. When the old lady brought him home her husband immediately declared him their son.

The couple fostered the boy to be like their own son. He was for want of nothing. They gave him any food, toy, or any clothes that he wanted. In return he became fat, and uninteresting. As all of their money was going to their son the skeleton of the old shack that the three lived in started to rot. No one had taken notice until the son displeased with one of his many gifts threw a tantrum, breaking the house around him. They were more violent and more frequent than ever before. The boy was as rotten inside as the house, and the old couple knew it, sometimes they wished the house would just collapse on them crushing everyone. The couple begged their son daily to venture out, even just for a walk, but the rotting Momotaro refused and accused them of wanting to be rid of him.

     The couple were angry, why would the river give them something so terrible? They were angry at the spirit of the water, and they were angry at themselves. As time wore on, he became worse, like an illness on the house, so large that he could not even move and all he could do is demand things from his foster mother. He had ruined their house, he had ruined their happiness. All that was left was to ruin himself and that was not so far off. Sometimes the old woman would go to the river and wade in again, no more peaches came. She would stare into the water, angry, what she saw was to blame for all of her unhappiness. The river always just remained silent always reflecting the truth.

This picture shows the happiness that was found with the miracle baby, Momotaro. With the original story Momotaro became great with his own hard work and friendship. Unfortunately he did not end up that way with my story, but that is why I want to finish with this picture. To remind everyone that it is just a story, and the picture describes the real story very well, and I like the colors. 

Oops, I did it again~

This picture became Iconic over the summer during the riots in Vancouver

My next assignment was inspired by R. Kelly Can Fly? I really liked the idea and often spend my  time reading funny articles about bizarre crimes. like you do. The assignment asks to find a police action that matches a seemingly innocent song, actually my song is not innocent by any stretch of the imagination, but it fit my theme well. The process was a breif search of amusing police reports or arrests, and many I did, so many in fact that I was overwhelmed with what ones to use. This one was a popular one with a image that is very popular right now, and the animosity that the American people feel towards the “man” is also fitting of my assignment. Have a look at my favorites/most shocking:

This fella looking classy abusing these people

According to the complaint,  Cantu, a diesel mechanic, was making his lunch January 22, 2010, when he saw a few cops streaking across his yard. A deafening explosion shook the room as a flash bomb shot through the door. Nearly 20 officers crashed in.”Get on the ground!” they allegedly ordered him. Cantu, according to the complaint, obliged and was zipcuffed. Inexplicably, the filing claims, the officers kicked and punched him until he was unconscious, lying in a pool of his own blood on the kitchen floor. Meanwhile, they searched his house and allegedly didn’t find what they were after. Cantu’s alleged butcher’s bill: a broken orbital bone, a broken nose, a concussion, traumatic brain injury, a loss of vision in his left eye and loss of hearing in his left ear. According to his complaint, the “injuries required surgical intervention and caused significant scarring and disfigurement.”

Cantu was arrested but never charged with a crime. Indeed, a search of county court records yielded no charges under that name. Dallas Police spokesman Kevin Janse told Unfair Park neither the raid nor the name rang a bell.  The title says it all “Man claims that the Dallas Police Department stormed his house, beat the hell out of him, for no reason”

I found this story here, and thanks to Brantly Hargrove, the writer. But this story sounded familiar. Yup here was another one, this one is close to my home in Denver the poor man was standing up for another man, when he was beat! The video shoes the hustle, you can see the little doggie fleeing the scene too!

What song then shall I do? Well what with the numerous mistakes and almost comedic turn when so many police are abusing their rights only one person could cover it so perfectly.  Brittany! Her song Oops I did it again, was like a chorus for the esteemed police forces that I have herd of over the many years. Not only do the lyrics match up with the police assumed feelings about their actions, her orange jail-like outfit is even a foreshadowing for her own life!

Let me know of any other Ops America’s finest beat the crap out of the innocent to the musical beats of a pre-crazy Brittany.  Maybe we can assemble a whole collection of abusive force articles~