Wires strung across the ocean
August 6, 2001
“can you please give my mom a message?”
“your mom went to get a massage.”
“oh, that’s nice. can you please just give her a message for me, then?”
“she’ll be back after 9:30.”
“ok, just tell her i transferred the money.”
“what? what about your daddy?”
“no, the money. the pera.”
“what? i can’t hear you!”
“nevermind.”
“what?”
“i’ll just call back!”
“okay, bye…i love you.”
“i love you too, grandma.”
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
