| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Extreme |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | High |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very Low |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very Low |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Low |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Low |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Very Low |
I was going to post a review regarding why The Matrix: Revolutions didn’t suck, and didn’t ignore the previous premises of the series. And then Corporate Mofo had already done the work. He’d even done stellar work on Reloaded I somehow missed. Maybe I’ll go in on a little more detail later, but not now.
Okay, so it’s been almost a month since I posted last. And what a month it’s been. Within the past 25 days, I totaled my car, my grandfather’s illness progressed to its final stages, ending in his death, the whole family packed up and left for Pensylvania (in the middle of midterms), I returned feeling better at first, then quickly re-stressed while writing two papers in a matter of two days. However, now that the papers are handed in and a Guiness or two has blessed my bloodstream with its sweet nectar, I am on the way back to normal.
Overall, though, I am a tired cookie.
But let’s not focus on the negative. It’s horribly depressing, and if you want the details, I’ll tell you in person where I can pepper the sadness with a reassuring smile telling you that I really am all right now, even though it was rather rough for a bit.
I just finished an eight-hour drawing for art class. As in, it took me eight hours to draw. And it wasn’t even very big! Only about 9×11, all told. What made it take forever was the fact that it was a technical graphite still life (no smudging!), that included a steel pot…drawing a reflective surface is a pain. Also, getting the negative space in the background properly black took an hour alone. May my ebony pencil rest in peace.
I saw Kill Bill since my last post. It really is a brilliant film. My initial reaction wasn’t very positive. I knew it was interesting, and there was no doubt it was gorgeous and full of style, but I didn’t know if I liked it. However, I talked about it with Shaun all the way home (the Simon and Garfunkel Reunion concert let out at the Palace same time the movie did at Great Lakes Crossing, so the usually ten-minute-ride-home was a good forty-five minutes), thought about it before falling asleep, ruminated on scenes in the shower, doodled pictures of it during class, talked about it with friends, and by the end of three days realized I really adored the movie. It’s very Japanese, and very in tune with the old kung-fu flicks, spaghetti westerns, and 70’s exploitation films it’s based on at the same time it’s satirizing them. Kill Bill touches on something deeper than the old grindhouse flicks did, though, it had a soul and emotion. It’s also practically a textbook for the samurai bushido philosophy, the melting together of buddhism, confucianism, and shinto specifically for the warrior set. I mean, if you’ve seen the movie, read this. If you haven’t seen the movie yet, read it and keep it in mind. Everything reinforces the bushido. Even the soundtrack.
Okay, maybe not the soundtrack, but there is no way to describe the soundtrack other than ass-kickingly amazing.