Shattered
Jul 21by Angela Fardo I see a light before me A glimmer in my eye Reflections from a street lamp And then I start to cry The pavement’s cold and lonely And wet against my cheek My friend she lay beside me but she no longer speaks I gaze upon her pallid face She rests in a bed of glass The crimson droplets frighten me How much more time will pass? The sirens peal into my ears My chest heaves out a...
Maiden Voyage
Mar 02Maiden Voyag from Angela Fardo on Vimeo.
As many of you know, we recently purchased a 27’ Catalina sailboat along with our friends John and Ann. This video chronicles the maiden voyage of the Costa Azul. Well…not exactly her maiden voyage but it’s definitely our maiden voyage with her. There’s still a lot of work to be done but the boys sailed her 30 miles to move her from Marina Cortez in San Diego Bay over to...
Idle Hands
Feb 24
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here Dantes Inferno I’ve always scoffed at the saying “Idle hands are the devil’s handiwork”. It’s one of those trite comments your mother made to you when she wanted you to do chores on a beautiful summer afternoon. I never put any stock into it, until I witnessed what happens when my husband has idle hands. For months now we have attempted to lounge...
Where Am I Supposed to Be?
Jan 21
When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That’s relativity. Albert Einstein I just want to take a brief moment to let everyone know out there that if you are working with large groups of people and you haven’t figured out what a shared calendar is, you are wrong. I’ve been working on a really large...
Gaming Again
Dec 20
Ok, so I can’t help it. Sometimes I just have to get my game on… So I haven’t blogged in a while….. Work is making me crazy and the only thing I can think about when I walk in the door is getting my game on. I’ve fragged, role played, become a professional drummer in a Rock Band and in general played my happy little behind off every time I’ve hit the door of the apartment. ...
