July 4th firewords at Union bay was spectacular yesterday.  Being almost crowd-phobic, I have never went to see the fireworks from the main site.  After watching the glittering sparkles almost raining on me, and music like "fly me to the moon" playing alongside the synchonized lighting works, it was all worth it.

It's amazing how many asians are there in Seattle.  But these are not of the Vancourite kind, being the stuff that has been in the american melting pot.  They even brand themselves with stars and stripes, red and blue.  Within a sea of American Patriots, I strikes me odd that I actually have never celebrated a Canada day, nor October 1st, nor July 1st.

Maybe as a honger, we have lived under ambiguity for so long, that we are comfortable with the vaguest sense of who we are.  Of coures, some of us would brand themselves one way or other.  Some would be deeply anti-mainland china, thinking that compared to them we are somewhat superior.  Some would be deeply anti-american, thinking they are just bullies.  What's magical is that some would be both.   It's funny that nobody realizes that these are two conflicting proposition.  Maybe some would give thought to it and find out that it's too hard to sort thru their ideology and give up.  Or more likely, they may never even have thought about it; they just don't give a fuck.