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March Break felt a little empty at first; I had not realised how much the school and its related projects have been creeping into and dominating my life. But I found myself delighted to actually get a bit of a rest and concentrate on different things entirely.
Keira, planning the hybrid tournament on March 18, requested borrowing of the school's buzzers, and I picked those up the Thursday before.
And indeed the workshop was fun - although it actually only began at four, but I skipped the practice anyway, simply taking the time to hang out in the lab, write letters, and blog a little if I recall correctly. Although when the seminar came, Consuelo (Concolor's mother) pointed me out as the only person present with any formal math training, stats are far out of my league: I am sneakily getting away with a mathematics degree involving no stats whatsoever. Their discussion of SAS and analysis of variance went completely over my head after a while, as I dug out my sociolinguistics assignment on making sense of data collected by the Ottawa Intensifier Project and tried to make sense of it. It was then that I realised that the numbers were not percentages, and I completely lost making any sense out of it.
However, much more fun was the dinner after the seminar, at the Elephant and Castle (Consuelo explained that such pubs are actually named for a mangling of "the Infant of Castile") where us happy gang of eight gals from the language acquisition lab and the statistics professor (who is the father of one of them) chatted in Spanish and English.
Tuesday I went to work with Concolor. Once he heard that I do not have to go to the school to coach at lunch, he proposed going somewhere for lunch. However, this was not to be: Amico and Aldonza were curious about getting some results from the Copula Omission Project. For the last few weeks, Carrie, Concolor and I had been going through transcripts and finding Leo and Simon's (their real code names; I do not assign code names on top of code names; that is too encicode for me) uses of am, is, was, were, be, and marking them @gram@overt, @ungram@overt, @ungram@null. Even though the only one of the three stages of Leo and Simon's development that was completely coded was the first stage (a bow from yours truly), that Tuesday Amico tried to use the freq @ command in CLAN to at least find out how many times in a particular file the boys used @gram@overt.
The numbers looked interesting. But, overeager be us linguists, we checked the numbers using the Find command directly in the file. And we got completely different numbers. Freq gave us 12 @gram@overts, and Find was giving us at least 30. On the other hand, freq claimed that there was a mention of "yesterday" and one of "absolutely" in the session - and neither Find nor Microsoft Word, which we pasted the text into to use the Find function, could encounter one of those ghostly words.
So, Amico and Aldonza and Concolor and I worked like crazy little beavers all through what was supposed to be my lunch, trying to account for the discrepancy. We even left a note to Carrie, who had been quietly using the freq command to spell-check the transcripts: "Stop using the freq command! It's unreliable!"
Tired and still confused, Concolor and I walked to His de Maths.
"Could it be that freq is reading the words that have letters in brackets as phonologically incomplete, such as "do n(o)t" for "don't" or "he(r)e" - or "yeste(r)day"?" I mused. "That would explain the ghost words. But not the words freq seems to be missing. It can't be a computational limit on the number of words it finds, since it found something like 144 the's without any problem. Hmm@fp... By the way," I looked up to tease Concolor, "you still owe me lunch."
On Wednesday, I talked to Carrie about it, and she reminded me what the CLAN command was that would extract the tokens in context. It was combo @. We used it, and we realised that, indeed, my conjecture is right: unlike Find, freq does see "yeste(r)day" as "yesterday." However, that still does not explain why we found 30 @gram@overt's with Find and 12 with freq. A mystery to this day, since I have not been able to duplicate our experience that Tuesday.
In His de Maths, we had a presentation on the constants of mathematics, including Pi. That it happened on 3/14, (and covered the minute 1:59) was the only notable thing about it.
And that Tuesday afternoon, I decided that I have had enough martyrdom for causes; I deserve some fun too. And Concolor had once lent me a CD with the jpg's of all the pages of the graphic novel V for Vendetta... Which was coming out on Friday...
Do not provoke me with fake Elizabethan English; I can talk all four legs off an Arcturan Megadonkey in that dialect. And persuade it to take a walk afterwards.
Tourmaline to Concolor, March 16
On Thursday I finally rekindled Irene's and my tradition to meet for coffee and chat of many things - of our times at school, of Russian grammar, and of the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab now. This led to that, and I invited her to attend the His de Maths presentations.
We arrived to the presentation on John Nash late (quote me, "Oh, math history presentations never start on time...oh, this time they do.") Irene listened attentively to the tales of John Nash having affairs with his students, writing insane things on the board, to the argument as to why mathematicians go insane (I argued that it is because dealing with abstract objects all the time can seriously skew your perception of reality) and to the accounts of the Hilbert problems. And to Pestov's recap of the field axioms, which provoked my tilting back my seat after I had answered a few: "Let someone else have a turn, I have said enough." Zero does not equal one.
As we were getting up to leave, Pestov approached me: "Tourmaline, I seem to see you less frequently. Why is that?"
"That's because I dropped Topology," I said complacently.
"Really?"
Don't professors get little notices that such and such a student had dropped the course? "So you have abandoned my class!" "Not of my own free will, sir, and I am as devastated as you are!" This time it was of my own free will, and I was not devastated at all. "It was being too stressful on me, and I dropped my most difficult course."
"So what did you learn today?" I asked Irene as we walked to Sociolinguistics. "Other than the fact that John Nash had affairs and that I am a desperate show-off who asks pesky questions?"
"I think that Pestov is intimidated by you," Irene said. "I can see him being nervous every time you ask a question."
A little vain person deep inside me thought Serves him right for jilting me last summer. Now he sees what kind of inquiring mind he has missed.
Irene enjoyed Sociolinguistics, I think. Unlike field axioms, a discussion of age-grading is more easily accessible to random people - and an acquaintanceship with Jane's beadwork is never a bad thing.
And when I came home that night, there was a check from Reach for the Top for the packs I wrote. Finally! I would have run and deposited it and made a payment on my Magpie necklace right then and there, but I decided not to rush. Tomorrow, before work, I would do it.
The next day was St.Patrick's Day, and as i headed to the Rideau Centre, I suddenly realised that I was not wearing anything green. And an old tradition I have read once says that anyone not wearing green on St.Patrick's Day may get a pinch from anyone Irish. And Carrie is Irish.
Catherine at Magpie greeted me as she set out little cards saying "Sale! 30% off!"
"Hi, I have come to make a payment on layaway #30666," I said my usual line.
"Why don't you just pick it up?" said Catherine. "We are having a sale on, tax off all designer jewelry."
Sales usually do not apply to layaways made prior to the sale, in my experience, but if Catherine knew otherwise, that was all good. "Well, do the math for me," I asked, "and I'll see."
And that was why, as I entered the lab, I said to Carrie, "Hold it a minute, let me put on something green..." and I put on the necklace. Luck of the Irish.
The Ottawa Hybrid Tournament was marked by a bad vendetta between Binturong and the Lawn Bowler. Indeed, as I may have hinted before, Binturong is a highly unreliable character and I trust him a much shorter distance than I can throw him. I did not expect him at all to join my table when we met at Quizno's and he made that offer, and I was indeed surprised that he did so. There, he descibed the Lawn Bowler to his teammate, "Think of the most unattractive man at the tournament..." The funny part was that she immediately placed the Lawn Bowler. But the aspect of Binturong's behaviour that I did not bear witness to but which scandalised Keira was that she trusted him to read a game between the Lawn Bowler and the Wise Men of Trivia - and Binturong kept on ruling against the Lawn Bowler.
It infuriated Keira. It did not ruffle me, because at lunch I went to check my email in the lab, and there was a message from Concolor.
And then the tournament ended (the winners were McGill B) and I prepared to lug the buzzers home. Thanksfully, I had forgotten my gloves in the lab, and while fetching them I checked my email again.
And, looking around the lab, I thought to myself "Why do I need to schlep the buzzers home anyway? They are much safer in the lab, and I will be in the lab right before I go to school anyway. At home they may just be cannibalised for spare parts or something."
Joy to the world.
At 8:27 I looked outside the door window to see Concolor's car. Darn, and I was not yet dressed! In a whirlwind I put on boots and jacket, said goodbye to my parents, and dashed out to the porch. The guy sitting outside the girl's house while she takes forever to dress may be a cliche, but I want no part of it.
"How long have you been waiting here?" I asked as I got into the car.
"Like, a minute. Don't worry."
"So who is coming with us?"
"Amico, and Aldonza. I invited them. I was not sure if Aldonza would like this, but she likes movies, so..."
Amico and Aldonza did like it. I was a little flustered because while Amico was there we could speak English, but as soon as Aldonza got into the car, we had to almost completely switch to Spanish. The obligations of sociolinguistic code switching.
Concolor parked the car at the World Exchange, and we ascended and bought our tickets.
"Do you want popcorn?" Concolor asked.
Aldonza and Amico did not want any. I hesitated, but when Concolor said he would be getting some for himself anyway, I admitted to a fondness for popcorn. Concolor bravely took on our entire concession bill, Amico's and mine and his own. Amico and I, guilty, tried to give him bills, but he waved us aside.
I do not normally watch TV, or, as the astute reader may have noticed, go to the movies, so the trailers that were being shown were completely new to me. "X-Men 3?"
"No," Concolor replied, "that's Mission Impossible 3...There's X-Men 3."
"Is that Magneto?" I think I asked about someone on the screen.
"No," Concolor replied. "You mean, you haven't seen the other X-Men?"
"Nope."
"I have them."
I laughed. "Thing to lend Tourmaline #22..."
Then the feature presentation came on, and we were in the world of Natalie Portman and Hugo Weaving and the Wachowski brothers.
I must admit I had been afraid it would turn out a bad movie. Amico was even more afraid: she had seen The Matrix Reloaded, and I had not. I had read the reviews, talking of marvellous acting and complaining about the subplots. I did not think that the movie went off on a bunch of subplots at all; far less than the graphic novel. Indeed, many of the events were changed, but unlike Alan Moore, I do not blame the Wachowski brothers for that. I think Alan Moore had one piece of art, and they made another piece of art, and for that they should be commended.
And of course, there is the interesting feeling of listening to V and closing your eyes and thinking "Agent Smith..."
As we drove home, I muttered, "I want to see it again."
Concolor agreed.
Keira, planning the hybrid tournament on March 18, requested borrowing of the school's buzzers, and I picked those up the Thursday before.
Tourmaline to Keira, March 11
All's fine on the buzzer front. They are currently parked in my living room, and they will be there. However, I may not be at Monday's practice: the linguistics dept is holding a math seminar, and it's been a while since I've taken some time for myself. It is sad if my way of relaxing and casting my cares away is to attend "A workshop on statistical methods for analysis of first language acquisition and psycholinguistic data" ;-)
And indeed the workshop was fun - although it actually only began at four, but I skipped the practice anyway, simply taking the time to hang out in the lab, write letters, and blog a little if I recall correctly. Although when the seminar came, Consuelo (Concolor's mother) pointed me out as the only person present with any formal math training, stats are far out of my league: I am sneakily getting away with a mathematics degree involving no stats whatsoever. Their discussion of SAS and analysis of variance went completely over my head after a while, as I dug out my sociolinguistics assignment on making sense of data collected by the Ottawa Intensifier Project and tried to make sense of it. It was then that I realised that the numbers were not percentages, and I completely lost making any sense out of it.
However, much more fun was the dinner after the seminar, at the Elephant and Castle (Consuelo explained that such pubs are actually named for a mangling of "the Infant of Castile") where us happy gang of eight gals from the language acquisition lab and the statistics professor (who is the father of one of them) chatted in Spanish and English.
Tuesday I went to work with Concolor. Once he heard that I do not have to go to the school to coach at lunch, he proposed going somewhere for lunch. However, this was not to be: Amico and Aldonza were curious about getting some results from the Copula Omission Project. For the last few weeks, Carrie, Concolor and I had been going through transcripts and finding Leo and Simon's (their real code names; I do not assign code names on top of code names; that is too encicode for me) uses of am, is, was, were, be, and marking them @gram@overt, @ungram@overt, @ungram@null. Even though the only one of the three stages of Leo and Simon's development that was completely coded was the first stage (a bow from yours truly), that Tuesday Amico tried to use the freq @ command in CLAN to at least find out how many times in a particular file the boys used @gram@overt.
The numbers looked interesting. But, overeager be us linguists, we checked the numbers using the Find command directly in the file. And we got completely different numbers. Freq gave us 12 @gram@overts, and Find was giving us at least 30. On the other hand, freq claimed that there was a mention of "yesterday" and one of "absolutely" in the session - and neither Find nor Microsoft Word, which we pasted the text into to use the Find function, could encounter one of those ghostly words.
So, Amico and Aldonza and Concolor and I worked like crazy little beavers all through what was supposed to be my lunch, trying to account for the discrepancy. We even left a note to Carrie, who had been quietly using the freq command to spell-check the transcripts: "Stop using the freq command! It's unreliable!"
Tired and still confused, Concolor and I walked to His de Maths.
"Could it be that freq is reading the words that have letters in brackets as phonologically incomplete, such as "do n(o)t" for "don't" or "he(r)e" - or "yeste(r)day"?" I mused. "That would explain the ghost words. But not the words freq seems to be missing. It can't be a computational limit on the number of words it finds, since it found something like 144 the's without any problem. Hmm@fp... By the way," I looked up to tease Concolor, "you still owe me lunch."
On Wednesday, I talked to Carrie about it, and she reminded me what the CLAN command was that would extract the tokens in context. It was combo @. We used it, and we realised that, indeed, my conjecture is right: unlike Find, freq does see "yeste(r)day" as "yesterday." However, that still does not explain why we found 30 @gram@overt's with Find and 12 with freq. A mystery to this day, since I have not been able to duplicate our experience that Tuesday.
In His de Maths, we had a presentation on the constants of mathematics, including Pi. That it happened on 3/14, (and covered the minute 1:59) was the only notable thing about it.
And that Tuesday afternoon, I decided that I have had enough martyrdom for causes; I deserve some fun too. And Concolor had once lent me a CD with the jpg's of all the pages of the graphic novel V for Vendetta... Which was coming out on Friday...
Tourmaline to Concolor, March 14
When are you planning to see V? And can I come, especially if it is Saturday or later rather than Friday (there will probably be crowds on Friday, and I have rehearsal anyway)?
Since you'll probably be comparing it to the book a lot...
Concolor to Tourmaline, March 14
C'est un bonne idée! I will let you know...hopefully we can see it this weekend! Maybe Amico would like to join in?
Tourmaline to Concolor, March 16
Sheesh, I have just forgotten that I have to read for a quiz tournament on Saturday, at the university, from 9 until about 5 or 6. Thus if we go on Saturday, we will go for an evening show; my Sunday should be completely free. We should find out ASAP what the World Exchange's schedule is, and plan our weekend around that.
Pretty important thing to forget, given that we have been planning that tournament since, like, November.
P.S. And the mean websites change their schedules on Friday. It plays Thursday 10 pm. However, looking at the other movies, most of them play on Saturday at 7-something and at 9-something.
Concolor to Tourmaline, March 16
To my dearest Lady Variety of Streetshire
Upon perusal of that great electronic network we affectionately call the Internet, I have ascertained the times of showing for the adaptation of our most beloved Vendetta. Hereafter are the aforementioned: 12:30, 3:30, 6:30, 9:30.
You will note these times apply both to the Jewish and Christian Sabbath; allowing the 9:30 hour on the former (as per your previous engagements), and any choice on the latter.
Let us hope the adaptation has merit in more than simply Ms. Portman
I fervently await your reply,
Yours sincerely,
Lord Concolor of Avenue Dukedom
Do not provoke me with fake Elizabethan English; I can talk all four legs off an Arcturan Megadonkey in that dialect. And persuade it to take a walk afterwards.
Tourmaline to Concolor, March 16
The hour of nine past the sun's midday and thirty more minutes on the hourglass doth seem most pleasing to us, for we have not any need to wake early on the Christian Sabbath.
The reviews do say that the strolling players hired to portray the characters wrought by the pen of Master Alan Moore do so well indeed; yet they complain that screenplay doth wander on many subplots. In truth, I wonder if they have read the original work of graphics, for it doth indeed wander as well. They do reprimand Master Moore for complaining in a silly manner. However, we will judge, and enjoy the explosions. To paraphrase the Russian expression that was about women but applies to a great many things, "there is no such things as a bad movie, there is such a thing as too little vodka."
On Thursday I finally rekindled Irene's and my tradition to meet for coffee and chat of many things - of our times at school, of Russian grammar, and of the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab now. This led to that, and I invited her to attend the His de Maths presentations.
We arrived to the presentation on John Nash late (quote me, "Oh, math history presentations never start on time...oh, this time they do.") Irene listened attentively to the tales of John Nash having affairs with his students, writing insane things on the board, to the argument as to why mathematicians go insane (I argued that it is because dealing with abstract objects all the time can seriously skew your perception of reality) and to the accounts of the Hilbert problems. And to Pestov's recap of the field axioms, which provoked my tilting back my seat after I had answered a few: "Let someone else have a turn, I have said enough." Zero does not equal one.
As we were getting up to leave, Pestov approached me: "Tourmaline, I seem to see you less frequently. Why is that?"
"That's because I dropped Topology," I said complacently.
"Really?"
Don't professors get little notices that such and such a student had dropped the course? "So you have abandoned my class!" "Not of my own free will, sir, and I am as devastated as you are!" This time it was of my own free will, and I was not devastated at all. "It was being too stressful on me, and I dropped my most difficult course."
"So what did you learn today?" I asked Irene as we walked to Sociolinguistics. "Other than the fact that John Nash had affairs and that I am a desperate show-off who asks pesky questions?"
"I think that Pestov is intimidated by you," Irene said. "I can see him being nervous every time you ask a question."
A little vain person deep inside me thought Serves him right for jilting me last summer. Now he sees what kind of inquiring mind he has missed.
Irene enjoyed Sociolinguistics, I think. Unlike field axioms, a discussion of age-grading is more easily accessible to random people - and an acquaintanceship with Jane's beadwork is never a bad thing.
And when I came home that night, there was a check from Reach for the Top for the packs I wrote. Finally! I would have run and deposited it and made a payment on my Magpie necklace right then and there, but I decided not to rush. Tomorrow, before work, I would do it.
The next day was St.Patrick's Day, and as i headed to the Rideau Centre, I suddenly realised that I was not wearing anything green. And an old tradition I have read once says that anyone not wearing green on St.Patrick's Day may get a pinch from anyone Irish. And Carrie is Irish.
Catherine at Magpie greeted me as she set out little cards saying "Sale! 30% off!"
"Hi, I have come to make a payment on layaway #30666," I said my usual line.
"Why don't you just pick it up?" said Catherine. "We are having a sale on, tax off all designer jewelry."
Sales usually do not apply to layaways made prior to the sale, in my experience, but if Catherine knew otherwise, that was all good. "Well, do the math for me," I asked, "and I'll see."
And that was why, as I entered the lab, I said to Carrie, "Hold it a minute, let me put on something green..." and I put on the necklace. Luck of the Irish.
The Ottawa Hybrid Tournament was marked by a bad vendetta between Binturong and the Lawn Bowler. Indeed, as I may have hinted before, Binturong is a highly unreliable character and I trust him a much shorter distance than I can throw him. I did not expect him at all to join my table when we met at Quizno's and he made that offer, and I was indeed surprised that he did so. There, he descibed the Lawn Bowler to his teammate, "Think of the most unattractive man at the tournament..." The funny part was that she immediately placed the Lawn Bowler. But the aspect of Binturong's behaviour that I did not bear witness to but which scandalised Keira was that she trusted him to read a game between the Lawn Bowler and the Wise Men of Trivia - and Binturong kept on ruling against the Lawn Bowler.
It infuriated Keira. It did not ruffle me, because at lunch I went to check my email in the lab, and there was a message from Concolor.
Concolor to Tourmaline, March18
When shall I pick you up? 8:30?
Tourmaline to Concolor, March 18
I should be done by then. If not, I will just drop the question pack and announce to the teams, "That's the end of games; I am going on a date." Actually, if the tournament lasts until eight, I won't be the only one who will be crying.
8:30 is good.
And then the tournament ended (the winners were McGill B) and I prepared to lug the buzzers home. Thanksfully, I had forgotten my gloves in the lab, and while fetching them I checked my email again.
Tourmaline to Concolor, March 18
Me free! I will be home and ready by 8:30 for sure (I am writing this from the lab).
And, looking around the lab, I thought to myself "Why do I need to schlep the buzzers home anyway? They are much safer in the lab, and I will be in the lab right before I go to school anyway. At home they may just be cannibalised for spare parts or something."
Joy to the world.
At 8:27 I looked outside the door window to see Concolor's car. Darn, and I was not yet dressed! In a whirlwind I put on boots and jacket, said goodbye to my parents, and dashed out to the porch. The guy sitting outside the girl's house while she takes forever to dress may be a cliche, but I want no part of it.
"How long have you been waiting here?" I asked as I got into the car.
"Like, a minute. Don't worry."
"So who is coming with us?"
"Amico, and Aldonza. I invited them. I was not sure if Aldonza would like this, but she likes movies, so..."
Amico and Aldonza did like it. I was a little flustered because while Amico was there we could speak English, but as soon as Aldonza got into the car, we had to almost completely switch to Spanish. The obligations of sociolinguistic code switching.
Concolor parked the car at the World Exchange, and we ascended and bought our tickets.
"Do you want popcorn?" Concolor asked.
Aldonza and Amico did not want any. I hesitated, but when Concolor said he would be getting some for himself anyway, I admitted to a fondness for popcorn. Concolor bravely took on our entire concession bill, Amico's and mine and his own. Amico and I, guilty, tried to give him bills, but he waved us aside.
I do not normally watch TV, or, as the astute reader may have noticed, go to the movies, so the trailers that were being shown were completely new to me. "X-Men 3?"
"No," Concolor replied, "that's Mission Impossible 3...There's X-Men 3."
"Is that Magneto?" I think I asked about someone on the screen.
"No," Concolor replied. "You mean, you haven't seen the other X-Men?"
"Nope."
"I have them."
I laughed. "Thing to lend Tourmaline #22..."
Then the feature presentation came on, and we were in the world of Natalie Portman and Hugo Weaving and the Wachowski brothers.
I must admit I had been afraid it would turn out a bad movie. Amico was even more afraid: she had seen The Matrix Reloaded, and I had not. I had read the reviews, talking of marvellous acting and complaining about the subplots. I did not think that the movie went off on a bunch of subplots at all; far less than the graphic novel. Indeed, many of the events were changed, but unlike Alan Moore, I do not blame the Wachowski brothers for that. I think Alan Moore had one piece of art, and they made another piece of art, and for that they should be commended.
And of course, there is the interesting feeling of listening to V and closing your eyes and thinking "Agent Smith..."
As we drove home, I muttered, "I want to see it again."
Concolor agreed.
Concolor to Tourmaline, March 19You have taught us power, indeed. But now school was beginning again.
ah, beautiful beautiful Vendetta.
"No snowflake, in an avalanche, ever feels responsible" - V(oltaire)
Tourmaline to Concolor, March 19
Two fingers up -
V for victorious!
- And also two fingers
to put the eyes out.
From Tuesday to Wednesday
We fight to death glorious
But we can't understand
What Thursday's about.
Do we have what we want in this world?
No!
Do we believe that we can change it?
Yes!
But
Revolution, you have taught us power
And belief in the injustice that good inspires.
How many worlds do we burn an hour
In the name of your sacred bonfires?
Human flesh is the sweetest meat,
As the war-winter Judases know and live.
What's for breakfast? Again Jesus you eat?
Eat, but know that we won't forgive!
Do we have what we want in this world?
No!
Do we believe that we can change it?
Yes!
But
Revolution, you have taught us power
And belief in the injustice that good inspires.
How many worlds do we burn an hour
In the name of your sacred bonfires?
And what should we do, should we sing with our breath?
On whose shoulders did my head alight?
How many Afghanis is the price of death?
If someone's life isn't right?
Do we have what we want in this world?
No!
Do we believe that we can change it?
Yes!
But
Revolution, you have taught us power
And belief in the injustice that good inspires.
How many worlds do we burn an hour
In the name of your sacred bonfires?
- Yuri Shevchuk, "Revolution"
Shevchuk is the writer and lead singer of the Russian hard-rock band DDT, and has a talent for very poetic turns of phrase in his lyrics. I have translated several of his songs, amateurishly, but watching V really made me think of this one and figure out approximately what it would sound like in English (I always try to keep my song translations as singable as possible with the original tune); I'll see if by Tuesday I can get an mp3 to show you what it sounds like, if you're interested.
Tourmaline to Concolor, March 20
An interesting thought: Valerie, in the movie, says she filmed the Salt Flats and met Ruth in 2002, and lived with her for three years before the fascism started. Do the math: the Wachowski brothers mean to say that the fascism could have started in 2005 or 2006 - as in, now, if we do not heed the movie's message.
And the sight of the underground train loaded with fertilizer explosives made me think of the Oklahoma City bombing there in the theatre, although I forgot to mention it afterwards. A double check on Wikipedia confirms that the Oklahoma bombing was caused by a truck loaded with fertiliser and car fuel and driven towards a federal building - and was the worst act of terrorism against the U.S by its own native citizens. See the parallels? I do not think Moore specified what kind of explosive V used, so I am sure that was what the Wachowskis were thinking.
Concolor to Tourmaline, March 20
Bravo.
you must disseminate this to the others!! (read...Aldonza & Amico)
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