half fiction, half documentary.

[subjective]

just got home from seeing the ring with marissa. i was totally freaked out while sitting in the theatre but as soon as we walked out, i felt better all around. it's weird how fictional terror pales in comparison to reality these days. last night nimmy & i watched a pbs documentary on the political history of liberia (called "liberia: america's stepchild" --wtf?) & it was much more horrifying than any urban legend come true. directly following, we watched life & debt which details the more recent economic history of jamaica, contrasting the shiny tourist industry (with narration adapted from jamaica kincaid's a small place) with the poverty & breakdown of jamaica's industries & workers, brought about by the "help" of the imf/world bank. there is something so discouraging & disheartening about feeling so much anger & injustice & simultaneously feeling as though there's nothing to do about it.

and then i come home to discover that another transkid was murdered & even the news about it is fucked up in so many ways.

fiction has nothing on real life. nothing.

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hi toby, i miss you and we should hang out! call me, buster.

[tarynhipp.livejournal.com]

fuck man, this sickens me beyond belief. and remember the story i told you about the woman on the bus yesterday? today was even worse. i can't deal.

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re: life and debt
i think it was after one of the interview bits with the world bank guy that someone in the audience yelled out "down with globalisation! down with america!". another pity being that the people who need to see that film the most won't.
and on a completely artistic level, i want to marry jamaica kincaid, that book and her narrative. yeah.