The Letter C

A Christmas Story

The best christmas movie. Ever.

A Confluence of Birds

I was driving home one day, and I saw something beautiful in the sky above me.

Calico Fish Press

In 1993, the Calico Fish Press was founded in the basement of Hillyer Hall at Smith College. It was about 10:30 at night, and I was surrounded by some truly great women, a lot of type, and a lots of ink. I don't even own a proofing press (yet), and so for the time being, the Calico Fish Press produces only digital ephemera.

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Capen Annex

Some women went abroad for their junior year; I spent mine in Capen Annex.

Carrboro

Home for two years, while I attended the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Carrboro is the liberal town in North Carolina; when they elected a gay mayor, citizens all over the state were outraged! Annoyed! Disgusted! I was glad I lived there. ... and yes, I lived on the J and the C lines.

Cat

Griselda Bernadette Livia Grace. AKA Satan. AKA Kitty. AKA You. AKA Bernie. My cat. The undisputed queen cat of the family. The pretender - Munson, my brother's cat - was intimidated by Mez Lite. Mez Lite!

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Cat Wars

With competing Cat Halls of Fame, animated discussions of worthiness, clever letters from plush ancient stuffed animal lawyers, and silly nicknames, my family is a hot-bed of cat-ology, cat debate, and of course, cat popularity contests

Cezanne, Paul

Cezanne was a genius, who changed the face of art forever, and who has always represented for me my greatest hopes and fears. His art seems to follow me, digging in under my conciousness, and filling my life just as I am making those big life-changing decisions.

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Charlotte, NC

What I really like about Charlotte is that there's a fountain on every block uptown in almost every possible configuration. It's just so nice to walk out on a Spring evening and hear the sounds of water. It was one of the few perks of the Project from Hell. Of course, the gerbil tubes that connect the northern part of downtown give it that cool and scary future-world sense of existing. The best thing about Charlotte is that Robin lives nearby.

Charlottesville, VA

I grew up outside of Charlottesville (see below), worked at UVA during vacations and after school, and lived there for a few months after graduate school, thereby freaking my parents out. Between college and graduate school, I found the web, became involved in the initial efforts to wire Charlottesville, and began Charlottesville On-Line as a temporary stop-gap before the Monticello Avenue Virtual Village was founded.

More: The now retired Charlottesville On-Line and the thriving Monticello Avenue

Chicago

I like Central Standard Time, and I loved the cows. The fact I can get bratwurst in four different places one block from my former firm's offices was pretty impressive for a girl who grew up in Virginia. What really sealed my affection for the city was the palpable small-city sense in very big city (except for the police station, which was strangely deserted for something so very big-city).

Chrysler Building

If there's one thing that says New York to me, it's the Chrysler Building. I could look at the curving pinacle of the building for hours, drinking in the perfect curves and colors.

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Colophon and Copyright

The hows and wherefores of the site, the exquisite details of ownership, and a bit of history. Plus I harp on the fact that it's mine, mine, mine.

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Crayons

I adore crayons. I think they are one of the great triumphs of the past 124 years.I've often thought the Mona Lisa would have been greatly improved if it had been done with crayons.
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Crozet, Va

The small town outside of which I grew up - the home of my local library, the best pizza in central Virginia, and featuring so many of the perks of small town life. It was a great place to grow up - we didn't need stoplights, we didn't have a movie theater (it closed down fifty-odd years ago), but we were surrounded by farms and orchards.

Curious George

My favorite childhood book. I even had a Curious George doll; you could pull his string and a scratchy voice would say "I want to play!" and "Will you be my friend?" Like most children, I thrilled to George's adventures and mischevious ways. The books shaped my world view. Now that I'm an adult, I have learned that the books are the primo gift for kids around the age of three. I gave it to my little cousin Brad for Christmas in 1997, and he literally abandoned the other toys, climbed up and over his father so he could have his face as close to the book as possible.

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