Keeping Track

In preparing for Australia, a couple of you have asked me to give Becky hugs for you. I don’t mind doing this at all. Just so I have everyone accounted for, please comment below if you want me to give Becky a hug for you. Specify what kind of hug: big bear hug; macho, two-pats-on-the-back manhug; quick, girl-greeting hug; diving, tacklehug.

Also, comment if you’d like me to bring something back from Australia. This is more of a wishlist, as I can’t make any promises. So far, people have asked for Tim Tams and a didgeridoo. Don’t be afraid to get creative.

In addition to the above, if you don’t know Becky, and if you don’t want anything from Australia, but would like to say how much you want to hug me … just because, then feel free to say so. I’d be perfectly fine with that. But, so you know, wimpy hugs for Becky are unacceptable, and I won’t tolerate them for myself, either.

Camille Is Cute

Très adorable.

I met her back in January, and girl just does not run out of spunk. She’s cavorting all over England and all of Europe right now, writing of King’s College and punters and having the best summer of her life. She boasts being a brand new owner of sweatpants. She’s a lot of fun. As an art history major, she has an elegant taste in photography and high culture, and people all over the world can’t help loving her. Myself included, of course.

Go check her out.