The quiet game
November 6, 2001i don’t know what else to say except it’s been so long and i can’t tell you why. this seems to be the time of the year when i get quiet, for one reason or other. i feel like keeping things to myself, lately, the way i feel and what i see and where i think i’m going.
(i don’t know where i’m going.)
this doesn’t leave much for me to say, at least nothing i think is extraordinarily interesting or profound.
there is something wrong with my left eye and i have eliminated soda from my diet and i spent another weekend learning so much from high school kids and we are throwing a party on saturday to celebrate three birthdays because soon i will be 26, which i don’t think is such a nice number, and i have been writing too many run-on sentences, like this one, passing it off for good detail.
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.
