I can't remember if I've talked about this before, but do you remember that night we went on our Ethiopian dinner date? Of course you do. You talked about how very deep beneath the soil, botanists found common strains of DNA in what were thought to be unrelated, and spatially distant plants.
I think our tattoos should maybe reflect that deep, hidden network, like we each have two flowers/plants with intertwined roots. I don't know how this will play out visually, but I like the idea.

-Karen

I am so happy to be living my life right now. I feel light and grounded, incandescent and calm. As you know, someone special came over this weekend and it was so many good things. I woke up at 2:30 in the afternoon today because I couldn't sleep until 7:30, not that I was trying very hard. I watched Mad Men until I passed out. I haven't visited the apple thieves in a while, partly because my camera has been behaving badly, but here are two things I want to show you. Here is an obese t-rex from a really awesome kid that I tutored all year.


And here is a picture of my parents that makes me really happy. Such swagger <3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-AhJHz0cRHFDMxeNopl1jjrGDTaoPKmc2C6LbF7TOt9pigB5NNXCsLXqkg5lw3UDpE-IPsowI3EkMcM-7y493hg-Uwuh0_zdyp5uGmwQVMVUS7dbJJThpmKAdjb3XuHUJc2l-lk7rh0/s1600/SCAN0002.JPG">
-Karen

I am tempted to put something on Craigslist asking people:

"In search of ideas for a date. The date must be free, must not in any way feel like a date, but must end in sex. Sex must not come too quickly. It also must involve much of the outdoors, not require driving anywhere (we will be in his house) and cannot require a tv or internet connection, as neither will be available. Note: man involved in this date is someone who I've slept with many times before and have had a pretty affectionate and loving but also fucking weird friendship with for a long time. This can't be awkward.
Thank you"

I am bad at coming up with ideas for easy to read, easy to please men. POOP.

-Camille

Yesterday I went into the ocean for the first time this year. It was chilly and a shock to the system, but I love those quick, freezing dips. I usually go into the ocean in early March with my friend Liz, but this year school got in the way and I didn't get to go until yesterday.
I've been so unhappy lately. What delicious, temporary, and inexplicable joy getting back into nature, if only for 2 minutes, can bring.

-Camille

MAC is launching a collaboration with Disney in September, called Venomous Villains, and the products are only supposed to be from $12 to $30. I am excited.
http://www.maccosmetics.com/vv_landing/index.tmpl

-Karen

Today I played with my kittens, saw my mommy, bought new pillows, went to the thrift store and found three great things (which you will see on Friday), and then I came home to my apartment and my Daria DVDs and a belated birthday gift were on the steps. I know you told me not to, but I couldn't resist because I have terrible willpower, and there's no stopping me. But I am super happy. And when you get here on Friday you can watch them with me if you would like.


-Karen

Does this look disgusting or wonderful? Because it was WONDERFUL and also what I ate for dinner 2/7 nights a week this year. Spinach + onions + quinoa.
Also, check out the stains I introduced to my roommate's rug. :)

The night I got back to Bellport, we made this. Paulina and Brian made stinging nettle-arugula-shiitake ravioli and I made tomato sauce and a blueberry almond cake and it was absolute heaven.

On Saturday night, Paulina and I drank gin and went on chatroulette. We showed people our mouths full of candy and not our tits. Then, after 3 hours of sleep, I woke up at 8 to drive an hour to some gallery in Nassau and help take down my mother's show. I smelled like horrors and looked worse but I appeared to all to be a good person and I think my karma points increased a little bit.
Also, I secretly thought to myself the entire time "see, now I can properly marry an artist because I know the ins and outs of the artist lifestyle. I am fully equipped to support them in all their creative endeavors, I've got the brawn to help them hang/unhang shows, and I am a decent schmoozer when in the right mood. The perfect artist's companion." Everything I think and do is related to marriage and babies and love and my own happiness. Camille's selfish utilitarian way of life.
and a p.s.
I have been in love with one person in my whole entire life and he invited me today to his wedding celebration. It'll be taking place in July in Bern. There were only 100 other people invited. Of the 50 people he chose to invite, I was one of them. Is this ultra-flattering or ultra-insulting, considering that 5 months ago he was my partner; his now-wife is the woman he left me for; and, most of all, considering that I still think about him constantly, cry over him, and am generally less fun to be around because of my inability to get over his dazzling self?
I don't know if the invite was out of pity or meanness, but either way
bummer, man.

-Camille