The hustle the bustle
May 9, 2002i am back, i guess. i was gone and then i was back and then i was gone again. (remember? new york.) everything i did and saw, ate and smelled, felt and thought, was written in list form, as it happened or shortly thereafter, on green paper ricky and i bound with thread and glue. angel’s share. blue’s clues. jurassic five. fire escapes. bacon wrapped asparagus. he’s gay. i am a big fat ball.
everyone keeps asking me how my trip was, as if i could sum it up in five minutes of anecdotes and, i don’t know, i just can’t. maybe i’m not ready to share it with you. maybe i don’t know how.
a lot of my time was spent just watching life hustle and bustle all around me and wondering where i — if i — fit. i thought i’d come back with some answers, but i think i came back with more questions than ever before.
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.
