Illumination: The Fyrefly Jar Weblog

The journal of a new mom and freelance editor who blogs about both when she has the time!

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

This is one of the best birthday presents a girl could wish for:

WASHINGTON (Reuters) - The Senate on Wednesday rejected attempts to allow oil drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, which drilling supporters had sought to add as part of a $453 billion defense spending bill. The ANWR refuge, which sprawls along Alaska's northern coast and may hold 10 billion barrels of oil, has been the focus of bitter wrangling in the U.S. Congress for more than 2 decades. Most Senate Democrats and some moderate Republicans said the frigid wilderness and its assortment of wildlife, ranging from polar bears to peregrine falcons, should be protected. Republicans contended ANWR must be opened to drilling to stop a steady slide in U.S. crude oil production.

Republican Ted Stevens of Alaska attached the measure to a $453 billion defense spending bill that pays for U.S. troops and weapons programs in the coming year. Furious Democrats conducted extended debate to delay its passage. Although lawmakers were anxious to wrap up work for the year, the Republican majority failed to get the required 60 votes in the 100-member chamber needed to cut off debate on the bill. The vote was 56-44.

"Holding funding for our troops and relief for Hurricane Katrina victims hostage in this manner is just plain wrong and a violation of at least two Senate rules," said Democrat Dianne Feinstein of California. Another Democrat, Joseph Lieberman of Connecticut, said the issue was not whether to support the defense funding for U.S. troops. "If we yield to this tactic on ANWR, next year it will be someone else's pet project attached to the defense spending bill," he said.

But Stevens, who has fought since the 1980s to pry open ANWR, indicated he would not give up easily. "I want you to know we're going to be here until (New Years Day)... We're going to stay here until this is finished," Stevens said before the vote. "I can't go home for Christmas. I've already canceled (airplane tickets)."

Saturday, December 17, 2005

I just read online that the cute little dog I used to own is sick and has a tough road ahead. I will keep her in my thoughts and wish her the best. I know that she is in very good hands.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Every December I hope against hope that I won't have to endure the one commercial series that turns my stomach and balls my fists. Perhaps they run these only in the east, but the Lexus commercials (for the "December to Remember" Sales Event) make me embarrassed to be an American. This year we have two that are played incessantly.

In the less nauseous of the two, a man is shopping in a jewelry store, looking terribly bored by the selection of expensive diamond bijous, and he turns to look out the front window, only to see a Lexus parked beneath a large red bow. The car pulls away from the curb, and the man sees that the ribbon was adorning something else; it just appeared as if the bow were on the roof so that the car looked like a present. (What a clever tromp l'oeil!) You see his expression change, as does the scene, and then he is presenting his wife/girlfriend/mistress/brother's wife with a new Lexus with its own red bow.

The worse of the two is the one where a woman (an actress who is in so many commercials that I should know her name by now) is using a laptop to search online for a gift for a man in her life. She looks at golfing items and a cashmere sweater (*YAWN*) and is so unimpressed that she actually squints and sighs, then turns around to look out her huge and incredibly clean plate-glass windows. She sees a Lexus with a bow ... yadda yadda yadda ... bow on the fence ... yadda yadda ... evil smile for deciding on a great gift ... and her husband/boyfriend/pimp gets a new car in the drive for the holidays.

There have been many versions of this obnoxiousness over the years, and they never get any less pretentious, of course. There are people who have lost everything in this country this year, and yet the most important decision that a Lexus customer can make is: golf clubs, cashmere, or Lexus? I'm sure after the additional tax break for the wealthy, they'll all have a group hug at the dealership.

I also admit that just catching the start of the tinkling Steinway notes of the background music makes me run out of the living room. I am certain that this has become the soundtrack to my nightmares.

If you go here, you can watch the worst one at the top left of the page. Please do turn it up so you can enjoy the fabulous music, the smooth voiceover, and the woman's sigh!

According to the starting prices on the Lexus site, the models range from $30,580 to $67,990. (I believe the one in the commercial is about $33K minimum, but I am uncertain.) So let's say it's $33K for argument's sake. On Oprah's registry for Katrina victims, you could get the following instead of that one car:
  • 41 computers OR
  • 55 couches OR
  • 1,320 lamps OR
  • 21 full kitchens OR
  • 287 new tableware sets OR
  • 23 full living rooms OR
  • 1,100 comforters ...

Do you get my drift?

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Just saw this summary called "Befriend a Bathroom Scale" on page 86 of the December 12 Time magazine. It's a blurb about an article I printed in one of my journals at work. Cool to see the Annals info get out to an even larger audience. I'll have to write the editors on Monday to make sure they saw it.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Three things overheard while Christmas shopping this afternoon:

  1. A boy of about 7 and his father walk into a game store:

    Son: Dad, can I have a video game?
    Dad: No, and if you ask me again I'll beat the crap out of you.

  2. A well-dressed petite blonde talks with the manager of a restaurant:

    Manager: How has the work on the house been going?
    Blonde: Oh, we've been working on the little things. We added one fireplace, and then I decided that I wanted three, so they put them all in and then told me that one was at the stud and weakened the wall, so I had them move it.

  3. A brunette talks on her cell phone at a cafe table full of scribbled papers and a BlackBerry:

    Woman: Inspector X, this is Y. Yes. We spoke about the letters. I can bring them down. They get progressively more threatening. I have all the neighbors' envelopes unopened, so can you dust them for fingerprints?

Friday, December 02, 2005

On a random scan of other blogs I found this one and its post for November 29, 2005, which has won my (instantly created) award for all-time worst blog post ever. The day a Ziggy panel makes a narrow-minded, disgusting statement about the treatment of people based on sexual preference (let alone makes it to print in every paper in America without comment from one person of journalistic interest) is the day I move to the outback and raise dingoes for fun and profit. As Sigmund Freud's personal chef once said, "Sometimes a fruitcake is only a fruitcake."

I have only one thing to say to this blogger:

IT DOESN'T MEAN WHAT YOU THINK IT DOES.

Based on this line of thought, please note that the following song does not mean what you might think it means:

  • Food, Glorious Food - Oliver! soundtrack
    "Food, glorious food! Hot sausage and mustard! While we're in the mood -- Cold jelly and custard! Pease pudding and saveloys! What next is the question? Rich gentlemen have it, boys --In-di-gestion!"
I would also like to note that the following food-related items do mean what you think they do:

  • The Lemon Song - Led Zeppelin
    "The way you squeeze my lemon/I'm gonna fall right out of bed"
  • The Joker - Steve Miller Band
    "I really love your peaches/Want to shake your tree"

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Happy December everyone. Last night was Rudolph, which rocks of course. Clarise is the best; all girlfriends should strive to be that supportive and nonjudgmental. And I did some Internet research to discover the answer to our burning question on what is wrong with Dolly, the misfit toy. Apparently she had little air time in the original version and was scripted to have a "psychological problem," which they stuck with when giving her a bigger part in the version we see now. I wouldn't even want to venture a guess as to what ails her. I hope Santa gave her to a special girl, or one who wants to be a therapist.

Normally I don't talk of the work I do, but I just received a copy of one of the books I edited, and it is really sharp. The design work came out fantastic, and the fold-out maps look great. And I haven't seen one review that trashes the copyediting! :) Any young adult reader would like this adventure.

I recently checked out findyourspot.com and took the survey. I'm always interested in finding out where I would best fit in. After making many selections on culture, weather, hobbies, and so on, these are the top 10 towns (out of all in the U.S. apparently) that are my "own best place to live":

1. Woodstock, VT
2. Johnson, VT
3. Williamstown, MA
4. Shelburne Falls, MA
5. Danbury, CT
6. Essex, CT
7. Burlington, VT
8. Northampton, MA
9. Middlebury, VT
10. Amherst, MA

I am assuming that my preference for cold weather, culture, etc., pushed them to look in New England. The towns not in New England were Eagle River WI (#17), LaPointe WI (#21), Taos NM (#22), Joseph OR (#23). Very interesting list.
 
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