Illumination: The Fyrefly Jar Weblog

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

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Sentence in something I edited:

"People who spontaneously view challenges as learning opportunities rather than threats; who think about chores in a positive rather than in a distressing manner; who think in ways that promote effective action; who are trusting of others but not naively so; who live in the present, plan for the future, and do not dwell on the past; who are realistically but not unreasonably optimistic; and who automatically think in a wide variety of more constructive ways than others tend to be more successful than others in all aspects of living."

Well, crap, why didn't someone tell me that in middle school???

Sunday, September 26, 2010

More cut-up poems from magazines, summer 2010:

a birch-white spark powder-coated in this soft light more intensely replicates resistance

quietly spring undulates the delicate vermeil petals, circlets in motion as a brushstroke hidden

the beach and current swing in complement to the carbon ocean, these graystone loops from dark indigo beyond

Saturday, September 25, 2010


Went to see Porcupine Tree with Greg on Friday night. Put makeup on, wore white jeans and a black swirl sleeveless shirt, and hit the humid NYC night. Times Square was amazingly quiet. I got to Radio City a half hour before the show, met up with Greg, and headed in. The alcoholic drinks had blue light-up swizzles. Kinda neat. We were in the 20th row. Extremely neat.


A bit of acoustic at first, and then the rocking electric. Some video, most of which I didn't think enhanced the music particularly. Great drumming and bass lines. I was glad to hear "Time Flies," and I did a few head-banging flips to "Drawing the Line." I was very happy to hear "Dislocated Day" but I was really in the mood for "Blackest Eyes," which might be my favorite.


Honestly, I was just happy to get out of Jersey for a bit and do something adult, see people together enjoying something, feel music pulse around and through me, believe that prog rock is not dead.
 
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