I can’t hear you
January 17, 2003“i like this song,” i thought, so i turned up the volume up-up-up and then he passed by. a man in white sneakers and rolled-up jeans and a brown sweater. he was plugging his ears – a finger in each – and holding a crumpled nestle crunch wrapper.
“what is it that he’s trying to block?” i wondered.
when i rolled down my window to check, there was only the low humming of oncoming cars.
–stoplight at or near 20th street, wilshire boulevard, santa monica
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.
