Fourth fret, second string
February 13, 2002i am taking guitar lessons, and i feel like i am 7 all over again, playing two-line tunes that make chopsticks sound like a symphony. i read the notes on the page and i know how they should sound, but my fingers stumble and find the wrong string, instead.
my hands are not used to this. they used to dance across piano keys but now they can’t even find C.
this is beginning, this is learning, i have to remind myself, and then i realize that i’m not just learning the guitar. i’m learning patience, too.
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.
