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If you can’t get excited about a big fireworks display there are two options:
- You are trying way too hard to be cool.
- You are dead inside.
PS: My little boy Reese called the fireworks “Hot tweet tweets!” I think he should have been less excited if he really thought they were flaming birds.
He also kept reaching towards them and saying, “Reach it! Reach it!”
We were down in Austin driving up from San Marcos and watched about five different fire works displays on the way. We had a 2 1/2 year old in the car and he mentioned to us about every five minutes that he really didn’t care for fireworks at all. However, no matter how hard we tried to change the subject he kept saying “I really don’t like fireworks”. Funny, in my head I thought to myself, ‘man this kid is trying way too hard to be cool.’ In retrospect I believe he was simply trying to cover up his compulsive desire to watch and talk of fireworks.
I never really liked fireworks until I watched them this year with my 2 year old. I found them to be kind of boring, I’m still waiting for new steps to be made in the progression of fireworks. Maybe fireworks in the shape of animals, I think monkeys would be good. Or better yet, fireworks that draw a picture of Jefferson signing the Declaraiton of Independence. The smiley-face one is just not cutting it for me. I think the first step firewok-designers should do is to create a firework that, when ignited, spells out in the sky “Thank you, that is all, go home and have a happy 4th of July” because every year I hear at least 10 times “Is this the grand finale…oh wait…is this the grand finale..mmm i dunno”.
Hear hear! I’m with the dead guy; maybe I have driven by Disneyland a few too many times but fireworks need to at least match what Gandalf could do . . . 2000 years ago in pre-Roman europe? I’m not too cool for a firework that turns into a dragon and then fly’s right at me! Actually this 4th I saw the smallest (shortest) firework show in my memory and enjoyed it throughly. I think this was because I was lying on the fairway of a golf course 50 yards from the launch site. there was NO lag between the visual and the audio – I think when you can feel the boom – not just hear it the experience improves significanty.
What is wrong with you people? You can’t enjoy a fireworks show? Not even with your delighted children? Not even on the celebrated day of our independence? I am so disappointed. I still LOVE fireworks. And I grew up even closer to Disneyland than you did, Martin. But I think the ones at the Great Stadium of Fire probably trump the Disneyland ones by quite a bit. I wish they happened every night. Hey, they’re no Gandalph, but sitting there on the lawn with Josh and a purely joyful Reese, I kept checking myself to see if I could be any happier. And I couldn’t! So that has to count for something. The score: Fireworks– 1 Inwardly Dead and Cool People– 0
I consider myself duly chastised. I guess I didn’t make myself clear when I said I ENJOYED the fireworks on the 4th even though they were not a Stadium-of-Fire-style extravaganza. I think I enjoyed them because of the setting – with my family, celebrating the 4th. However I stand by my assertion that fireworks – simply for the sake of fireworks are not an automatic classic memory. Don’t get me wrong – when I am around a fire works show I watch it. We have been to several (read more than 6) Friday night Angels baseball games where they do a fabulous fireworks show after each game.; complete with inspiring music, and first rate mortars. But only one show was truly memorable. If was after a game the Angels won in their last at bat with Garret Anderson hitting a walk-off home run into the section we were sitting in! We screamed till we were horse (Becky included) then stood (not sat) in centerfield for the fireworks immediately after. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much! The whole experience was wonderful and the fireworks added to it – but it would have been great without them, and if the homerun was a game ending fly ball out – then the memory would have faded into the fuzzy list of fireworks shows I have witnessed in my brief lifetime, and nothing else. I think you can see now that I am not dead inside – nor aspiring to exude some Euro-trash cool. I just think that if you want me to love a fireworks show without a holiday or dramatic moment then you need to bring out the big boys – dragons et all.
Its funny what people see. I am way more impressed with Reeses perception of fireworks as hot tweet tweets. That just knocks me out. Its a small window into the workings of a budding mind. I am impressed with what he has found to explain a new thing in his world. The juxtaposition of the sky and birds and the expolsions with , possibly, his having seen fire or a hot stove burner or …what? is just amazing. The fact that it is massively cute doesnt hurt anything either. That strikes me as the most important element of the post. We can all get jaded. We all do eventually I fear, but Reese is new and bright. I’d like his comment on a rainbow.
Hey, I said I didn’t enjoy them UNTIL this year with my DAUGHTER, who happens to call them farwox and then proceeds to name the color of each of them. “farwox geen” “farwox oinge” “ohhhhdaddy, farwox bue”. That was the enjoyment. As for the fireworks themselves, well I would have much rather have seen Garret Anderson’s 9th inning homer, and I’m a Texas Rangers fan.
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I think that they need to combine an entire firworks show into one single magnificent collosal firework explosion. The intro, the grande finale, the crescendo in the middle all mingled into one glorious moment. People will come from miles to see the single greatest firework explosion ever.
I’m truly humbled by defense of fireworks shows posts. I guess I’ll enjoy fireworks more when I have kids later on. As for now, people talk about fireworks and how great they were and I think “yup, kind of reminded me of last year and the year before…sparkling lights in the sky”. I guess age and euro trash cool is eating out my insides. I need to rethink how I look at the world; or become this decrepit thing with puss coming out of every crack in my corrupt leathery skin. Being “too cool for school” wasn’t imposed on me, I let it in. Well with this webs site discussion board thingy as my witness, I’m going to change my ways!!! (read this in a dramatic shakespearian style voice).
Someone has to check out http://www.illmitch.com. I can hardly believe it.
Mirror images Friday 18 July, 2003 While lying awake just now, in bed in the middle of the night, and in some discomfort (Its hot here and has been all day), and wiling away the time by posting very nice digital pictures in the air around the bed room I began idling wondering if on the other side of sleep, the sleep side, there were the same pictures in mirror image. It was a very interesting insight and I was proud of it. I thought if there were I would name the last one, where I brushed off some ants (They are everywhere here, looking for water) I would name that last picture hot feet, and then smiling wryly, I thought, or hot feet feet, yeah, that would be clever. A kind of play on Reeses Hot Tweet Tweets and everyone would get it and think I was a heck of a guy. So I carefully drifted closer and closer to the pictures, a delicate operation you understand, and finally checked the other side of the hot feet feet picture and found there was, as I surmised, another side to the picture and it was identical to the ones I posted when I was awake but I was a little upset to see that the mirror image of the picture(s) confirmed to sleep and awake and darn it I was now awake and it is 2:46 am. So I got up, I think, and typed this. I can’t wait to see if its really here when I wake up in the morning. If it is it should exist on the other side of sleep in mirror image. I think I will check that now. [I just tried to post this but keep getting a “cannot find server” message and I realized that my daughter and her family are visiting and are sleeping in the next room, on the floor, next to my phone connection, at the end of a very long line and they have probably loosened the plug-in and I cant get in there to check it. Ok I will have to post this in the morning. And how did it suddenly get to be 3:12 am, here in the dark, in the heat, bathed in the white glow of the screen? No, I mistake myself, it’s 3:22]
3:31 am ok I think I’ve figured out the genesis of this thing. My screen saver is now a beautiful picture by Vermeer, called “a girl pouring milk”, which I took myself at the museum in Amsterdam a couple of weeks ago, with my new and wonderful cannon S 50 digital camera. And I have been going to sleep watching a slide show of “walking Hadrian Wall” whose pictures and which last half of the wall I did on the same trip. It’s all so clear now. Notice the clarity of the prose also.
I’m not too cool for these fireworks.
http://www.maylin.net/Fireworks2.html