thinking of the word up
thinking of the word up or visualizing what was above me. When I got it right it was like Iwas an astronaut in space. I drifted up slowly as long as I thought up. After a few days ofpracticing at home I went outside and flew as fast as I could. I flew around the tallbuildings downtown, looking into windows and doing silly dances midair. People freakedout, but a few laughed. I did that thing in superhero movies where the superhuman personstands vigilantly on the corner of a building and then dives off toward the street, curvingup at the last possible moment. That was pretty cool. I checked the next day and didn't seeanything in the papers about it, which I guess I have Uncle Sam to thank for. I am gladong>thisong> one time that the government controls the mainstream media; it would have created alot of hassle for me if everyone in the country knew I could fly.I, personally, have not found flight to ong>beong> incredibly practical. It's kind of like owning amotorcycle in that it is really cool, somewhat dangerous, and impractical during wintermonths. I have saved a lot of money on gas, though, which is good for my bank account aswell as the environment. It makes deciding on a Halloween costume much easier. There's agame I came up with, too, that I play with the kids at family functions called “The Hawkand the Rabbits.” They love it, but the parents are always on me about ong>beong>ing careful andnot flying too high. ong>Youong> know that if they could fly they'd go a lot higher than I do butthat's just how parents are. And I have to get things for people and go up on roofs andstuff, but it's the least I can do to pay it forward. I've mentioned it on a few jobapplications, and had a little info about it on my resume, but most employers find innateflight ability irrelevant to their needs. And yeah, it is totally irrelevant, but most thingsthat are totally awesome are.6Everyone got together. Everyone in America agreed secretly in hushed voices to do ong>thisong>.We got all the fireworks in the country and designed a launch sequence. From M80s tomortars, bottle rockets and pipe bombs filled with glitter, they were all inventoried andarranged around Washington DC.As night fell the myriad explosions took a more coordinated form. Pictures ong>beong>gan toemerge from the texture of light and smoke in the sky. An outline of Iraq. An oil barrel.Ambitious phrases like Exit Strategy and quotes from famous patriotic tracts (JennyHolzer's idea). The logos of Blackwater and Halliburton and Enron shot through withgiant bursts of red that seemed to bleed out of the ceiling of night. Defamed politicos likeScooter Libong>beong>y and Jack Abramoff. The Bush Twins in various poses from candid partysnapshots. Suggestions of Congressional sex scandals. The frenetic pace of the burstsquickened throughout the night.On the last minute of the twenty-fourth hour thousands of fireworks exploded at once. Itwas like the end of Doctor Strangelove compressed into sixty seconds. Colors like onlyDorothy Gale had ever seen. When the last boom echoed and the final ray of light reflectedoff the Potomac there was a brief silence. Then clapping. And cheering. Everywhere peoplewere cheering and yelling, applauding what we accomplished on Capitol Hill that night.The good mood continued but eventually faded as people fell back into the necessaryroutine of business-as-usual. Things did change, though. Our representatives startedtelling the truth. A political solution for Iraq was drawn up and implemented. DickCheney cried on Meet the Press. And the Fourth of July was never the same again. Weblew up Washington and the flag was still there.Congress had no idea. Neither did the President, or he would have surely hid out inCrawford. We hid them in trees and on the roofs of houses. For miles around there werefireworks concealed in the most common places. We all kept the secret for months. Eventhe journalists and bloggers were in on it. Strictly word of mouth. Those of us who werereally good with computers and demolitions and rocket science planned the actual launch.America's ong>beong>st and brightest made that Fourth of July the ong>beong>st and brightest.For twenty-four hours, starting ong>beong>fore dawn, the fireworks exploded over the capital. Itwas like daylight if daylight was made from hundreds of thousands of tiny stars. The newsoutlets laughingly reported that the terror alert had ong>beong>en raised to Severe. People threwparties to watch the coverage and cheer. The fireworks came from so many angles thatevacuation was made impossible. Visibility was improved by a breeze that took most ofthe smoke out of the air. The giant fans we put up east of the city took care of the rest.The booms, pops, and whizzes were deafening.