My full name is Christine Lam Tran (hence, site URL).
I grew up in the 90s and early aughts. Ask me about Beetlejuice (the movie or the animated series) or when Dr. Oz was a beacon of “reliable” information who owes his career to Oprah. We can also talk about the time when MTV aired music videos. I was way too young to be watching the 1993 music video for Mary Jane’s Last Dance, but I remember being angry with Tom Petty for being such an asshole. Why was he forcing Kim Basinger to dance with him? It was obvious she was not into it.
My childhood was spent in a homogeneous Chicago suburb, where the grass was always green and the cicadas buzzed every hot, humid summer. My dad didn’t believe in air-conditioning. He believed in window fans. Central air-conditioning was also out of our budget, but we didn’t talk about things like that.
When the summer nights were still in the high 70s, the house remained muggy inside. That’s when we set up air mattresses in the basement and slept inches above the cool, concrete floor. And then the crickets decided to find refuge from the heat in our basement. I decided I was okay with sweating through the night in my room upstairs.
I’m often aware of how I fit in with my surroundings. Some of my thoughts take shape in the form of writing. My tendency to observe and remember random details is something that serves me well, as proven in my design research.
Writing, opinions, media and illustrations are my own, unless otherwise indicated.