Konnichiwa
October 11, 2004I was standing before a wall of Halloween costumes when a girl approached me. She was heavy-set and dark-skinned and dressed like she belonged at a Renaissance Fair. “Can I help you find anything?” she asked.
“No, thanks,” I said, “just trying to get ideas.”
“Okay,” she smiled. Before she could walk away, I asked her if she knew what she was going to be for Halloween.
“Nah, man,” she said, “we just sold my costume. I’m so bummed. We just sold it.”
“What were you going to be?” I asked.
“I was gonna be Chinese. I was gonna be all ‘Konnichiwa’ and everything,” she said, putting her palms together and bowing before me. “Now I don’t know what I’m going to be.”
Japanese? I thought.
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.
