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I came back with a handful of CDs, again. A few weeks of classical drowning did not stop me from collecting more goodies, and this time I got a pretty good deal on the Dire Straits "alchemy", among others. The streets were cleared abnormally, if not justified by the independence saga, and by the time I had dinner it started bombing outside, in bursts of splendor and dazzlements. I hesitated for a second and didn't walk out to join the cheers and hurrays of the crowds. There's a sadness inside the tones of the fireworks. Just like Tori murmered along the piano, "pretty good year~" and the moment you hear that you realize that the year hadn't been that great. What if the same sound is roaring around the globe, for an unanimously different reason? How am I going to interpret the psychological effect of the explosiong sounds, in two drastically opposite ways?

I went to see the Fahrenheit thing after all, even though from "The Corporation" I knew pretty well what kind of tune this one would be in. Well at least I thought I knew. I guess the truth is, I only guessed part of it. Wasn't all, wasn't all. I didn't get the tear part, for example, before I really entered the theater and sat there, mouth wide open and heart deep sunk. I guess the honors and applause to Mr. Moore has been so overwhelming and "controversial" that anything I add would seem so...trivial. But I had more concerns, too. I saw in his film numerous Iraq scenes that, at present, put so many people to aghast and astonishment, and they are almost identical to the fictional ones that Kubrick made in his then-blockbuster "Full Metal Jacket" nearly 20 years ago. If people have been concious enough, consistently in history, they must have known the results of their behavior for a freaking long time through all these box-office success. And yet they keep doing the same damn thing, which I find so much harder to understand than the most awkward Fassbinder work. Is this out of consideration for the movie business, so that they'll never run out of materials for their money-making? (Maybe they already are, look at the "Spiderman" and similar hamburger-movies. Yeah more bombs! To inspire our cute directors!! Ahhhhhh!!)

And deep down I think that's the tractor that keeps me from stepping out and enjoying the 7.4. Nothing's really wrong, I'm just a litting bit fucking angry.