Everything counts in large amounts
January 12, 2002dude. five paintings at five hundred dollars apiece. quick, do the math. i did, and i thought to myself, between sips of art show red wine in a plastic cup, “i could do that.” why haven’t i done that? where are the stories i’ve been meaning to write? where are the books i was supposed to make? where did last year go and is 2002 going to go there, too?
no. i won’t let it.
it’s like my friend once told me after going back to work after a chunk of time off: all of a sudden you get this feeling that you shouldn’t waste any more time. nine hours of your day (eleven, if you commute) are already devoured by work; don’t let the other 15 pass you by. make every free second count.
this morning, i woke up before 9 and took a walk to the blue awning café, which isn’t its real name but i always get it wrong so i have dubbed it that, instead.
how beautiful. a trace of gauze clouds stretched across the big blue sky. i sat at a table facing the street and watched people walk in and out the door, watched dogs chase their tails, watched cars zoom by. i felt like i had all the time in the world, and in a way, i guess i do.
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.
