My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

the smell of the 4th hangs around and cardboard cylinders of spent explosives scattered in the street do too. pick up trucks with folding chairs opened and facing the show, kids sitting on the roof of the SUV and the tail gate up and a cooler open on the ground. It’s a fireworks show in the town of sebastapol, california. kids are out with their parents and teenagers are in little groups with their haircuts and t shirts, they think we stare because we’ve never seen it, but it’s just us looking back for ourselves. They feel some power from our stares and shift uncomfortably.

the best part of a fireworks display is the thud of the explosion in your body, which comes moments behind the color. You could stay at home and rub your eyes to get those colors, but the kaboom is a rare charge in this peacetime economy. You climb on the shed roof, or lean against a chainlink fence at the schoolyard, your mother brings a blanket and you sit down on the grass and look up at the sky.

Matt Conway asks, as we stand in front of someone’s house listening to a live band do covers of the doors, “Is this why Al Quaeda hates us?” Then the big truck drove by, and we thought that might be what they hate us. Of course, it has more to do with us going into their neighborhoods and telling them how to live. That’s where the hate comes from. But let’s not get political on the fourth of july. it’s independence day, from a country that came into our neighborhoods and told us what to do. and we stood up! long live the gorilla war the minutemen fought!