Swiss cheese
June 17, 2003lately, i have been thinking a lot about swiss cheese. i have been thinking about holes in stories and messages between lines that never get told. i like you, and i enjoy sharing bits of my days, but i don’t tell you everything. you know that, right?
sometimes, i feel guilty, like i owe you the whole story. but i have to remember that stories are just that–they’re stories. they are not promises to document or divulge.
my friends and i play a game. we make movies, video games and memoirs out of our lives. we choose actors who would play us, special powers we’d possess and titles of the stories of our lives. i think about that last one a lot, for obvious reasons.
what would you call the book about your life? what anecdotes would you pick to go in there? which would you keep to yourself because they are too private or precious?
i don’t even know my answers to those questions. i’m still living my story, and i’m making it up as i go along.
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.
