Rest in peace, Performa
July 29, 2001i unplugged my computer today–a kind of bittersweet moment, as i’ve had the thing for so long. now it’s sitting on the floor, a big clunky machine and mess of wires, waiting to be put into a box and stuffed in the garage. my hard drive is saved on a zip disk and everything else went into the trash.
are you sure you want to delete 500 million items?
um, i think so.
it took so long to go through all the files, microsoft word documents and quark files and jpgs that are such crappy quality you can barely make out my face. i probably won’t need them ever again, but it’s so hard to throw that stuff away. my thoughts and ideas and conversations and e-mails and designs and stories.
it’s hard to believe six years of my life fits on a on a zip disk.
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.
