This is Kari channeling Anya who is at summer camp cooking for a bunch of kids and climbing rocks all day. As the camera-less owner of a blog, I told Anya I’d scan photos she selected while I’m in San Diego so that I can be useful. Blogging by proxy! I have to do this on my mom’s computer and she listens to a lot of Kelly Clarkson and The New Christy Minstrels. I wish I didn’t have ears. Blog ho!

Disclaimer: These photos are in the order and with the sentimemts which Anya bestowed. Mostly.

Bob blowing bubbles

The most tender picture ever taken

Spendin’ G’s

Former member of the NRA channeling what was always repressed

Anya thinks this picture is “cute”

Check out that hirsuite gentleman

“Being a supermodel is so tough sometimes. I get tired.” -Bryan

Sheeba and bubbles in Dolores Park before Maggie Mudd and before Born in June

Me and Tommy with Sheeba trying to avoid the bubbles

Lucky for Anya, this picture from Maggie Mudd turned out really well. Jahaari smells like salsa for some reason.

Portrait of the portraitist

Anya’s parents moved apartments in SF the morning after Born in June. This is a picture of that.

Anya misses you all. She’ll send letters though, don’t worry.

Gradually regaining worth,
Kari

Partying: what we do best. A little room to room, a little of Kari’s birthday, and something funny.

Half the house crammed into a hallway on their single-minded quest for booze.

We had a seventies room with blacklights, love juice, and reefers.

Rebecca is glowing with mystery and the light of a stegasaurus.

Self-portraiture with a manual camera, especially in the dark, is quite difficult.

Kari, Morgan, and Jordan are good friends.

She’s ready for it.

Allana! I think that’s her name…why am I so bad at remembering names?

Yes, life really is that exciting.

Joe is winsome, Kari is preoccupied.

Later that night we robbed a bank. Then Kari discovered the tap had been stolen, so there went the loot.

This is unrelated, cos it’s from my birthday, yet also very pertinent, because no birthday is complete without a little phallic imagery (it’s vegan, Bryan!).