Well, it's me.  Karen.

Some of you will have stumbled across this page following a link, and have no idea who I am.  That's okay; chances are that I have no idea who you are either.  If it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me.  You can always write to me and say hello if you like, and then we'll be a little closer to knowing each other.

Others of you may already know me.  Even if you're a friend of mine, you probably haven't seen me in a while.  Some of you haven't ever seen me in person, because we've only met online and so many of you live in strange obscure places instead of living around San Francisco like all civilized internet correspondents are supposed to do. Now that I've moved to a strange obscure place too, chances are even higher that we won't bump into each other in real life.

So here's a few pictures for those of you who know me only through the net and need visual cues, and for those of you who haven't seen me in a few months and have completely forgotten what I look like.

I am told I still have exactly this expression on my face to this day whenever I eat chicken wings.

1976

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Even though my hair hasn't been this long in years, this is the way I want you to visualize me because I think it looks wicked cool. I miss the hair.

1990

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Pregnant and all madonna-like.  No, the other madonna.

2000

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Hanging out with my son.

2001



Then there's Pär. The best thing ever imported to America from Sweden. Better than Abba. Better, and don't argue with me on this, than Ikea.

1991

1993

1993

1999

Together, we made a Tot.

2001

1999

So there we are.

That's us.

 
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