these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.


my artist website is here.

Nov 20, 2009

the weather man was not wrong...

it is coming down pretty hard out there. definitely not a good day for walking around without an umbrella. and converse are not rain shoes. i am thwarted. lucky for me, i am stocked up on coffee and hot chocolate and yarn. today is the perfect crochet day. warm home, sleeping dog, 2nd pot of coffee brewing, and a nice little nesting instinct toward making scarves and sweaters and beanies. not too bad a plan. besides, i've got to find a way to get things done in spite of winter. i will not lie... it's hard for me. i am not a winter animal. i hate the cold. cold is pain and i'm not a big fan of pain. in fact, the whole idea that hell is fire and brimstone seems like nonsense to me. i'm convinced it's one humongous iceberg.
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2 comments:

Heather Jerdee said...

Hell is an iceberg, that will have me laughing through out today.

I've thought for a while they only play country music down there. No offense to country music fans of course, I know a few people who think my taste in music is a bit hellish.;)

November 20, 2009 at 11:43 AM
angela simione said...

:) seriously. an iceberg. and everyone robbed of their ability to go numb. i'm convinced.

November 21, 2009 at 6:27 PM

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