Lucky bastard
October 20, 2004There’s nothing like someone else’s bad news to change your point of view. I spent most of the morning mumbling and grumbling because of the teeniest, tiniest things. I was in a bad mood, a funk, a stink. But at lunch, I got word of something worse than I could imagine for myself, and my mumbles and grumbles turned to hard blinks and sighs.
I wish I could be a superhero to everyone who needs one, but I know that’s an impossible dream. Instead, I’m going to try to focus on being grateful for what I can do. For what I have.
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.
