c’est la vie.

i spend a lot of time {probably too much} thinking about life and its purpose. i’ve often come to the conclusion that we exist as a means to better the lives of future generations. but this seems all too hollow and empty and it doesn’t leave much hope or enjoyment for the present. i’ve also thought that maybe we are here to correct the injustices of the past. that we should somehow justify the acts of the past in their context, then correct them in order that whatever atrocity occurred never happens again. this idea loops back to making the world a better place for the future. this is a wonderful idea and i’m all for it but it still leaves the present out of the picture, beyond the thoughts and energy required to make change happen. i guess that can give a sense of accomplishment and hope in the moment, but there must be more. my latest conclusion is that we exist in order to love and be loved, in order to rescue each other from the difficulties that surround us, in order to find beauty in every life, in order to unite our collective spirits and truly come alive, in order to give our lives meaning through others when we can’t find meaning in ourselves. in the present, what better joy is there to know that you are loved and that you can freely give love unconditionally. love brings out our best and our worst, but what really counts is that those who love us, love beyond our faults and failings. why is it that we argue most with the ones closest to us? most likely, because we know they are the ones who will be there when the fires cool and will continue to love us regardless. we have all been loved in some capacity or another, from above, from our families, from our friends, from our significant others, so why not give purpose to the moment and show that love to someone else, even if you know you may not receive anything in return. {and it's not reserved for occasions like valentine's day or christmas}.

crocs.

are the ugliest things ever. they are in no way fashionable. they are apparently comfortable but i can think of many other shoes that are more comfortable and more attractive. they can be used for gardening and in the privacy of your own home, not mine. i would be very happy to never see anyone wearing them again. {my apologies if you are a crocs fan, but i just don't like them}.

whore.

in light of my recent futile attempts to find employment in the greater portland area, i have decided to whore myself out (no, not like that you sickos). anyways, if anyone wants to buy some artwork, postcards, greeting cards, collages, photos, etc. or i can cook you something really tasty...cookies, carrot cake, banana bread, dinner....or if you have anything that needs to be sewn or if you have a really cool old t-shirt you don't wear anymore and you would like it turned into a really sweet purse or back patch or something...babysit your illegitimate children. prices are negotiable. just thought i'd throw it out there. oh and if anyone has any connections where i could get an actual job that would be sweet too.
peace.
+
emilie.

why are norwegians so damn cool?

datarock.

all the way from norway.






















rock it.

cartoons.

i've recently taken to drawing cartoons.

this one is a recreation of a cartoon i stole from a book full of rejects from the new yorker.



this one is based off my frustrations with my car.



and this one is fairly self-explanatory. avocado stains courtesy of john's awesome sushi making.