Thursday, December 29, 2011


Dear 2011,
I really enjoyed law school.
I am so thankful for all that I have.
Dear 2012,
I want a hell of a lot more. (Out of myself).

I got a coffee maker for Christmas - a real life changer/game changer/the most adult thing I own. Paired with Starbucks' Christmas Blend.

I saw Girl With A Dragon Tattoo.
Man, it was good. David Fincher mesmerizes me.

I love to read!
An Object of Beauty by Steve Martin. Which I adored.
Blue Nights by Joan Didion. She is probably my favorite writer, but I must say I found this one to be a disappointment.
Currently, The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides. Which I believe may have been written precisely just for me.
And Out of Africa, which I dabble in between the interruptions. My back-burner book, slowly simmering.
And maybe Kentucky Fried Tender, because my boyfriend insists. After I steal the volume of Christopher Hitchens essays I got him.

Outsiders see it once, or hear about it after it's been reduced to an insult: "It's a bunch of squiggles that my kid could do."
I would like to see a kid who could paint a Jackson Pollock. In a half second, any pro could tell the difference. People want to think Pollock's not struggling, that he's kidding. He's not kidding.
You want to know how I think art should be taught to children? Take them to a museum and say, "This is art, and you can't do it."
(An Object of Beauty, Steve Martin).

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

all of the lights.

To me, Oklahoma in the winter time is so distinct: there's this film of gray covering and clinging to the landscape so that everything appears in these dull, muted colors. I'd liken it to dirty dish water. A prolonged quiet before the storm. Makes me think of the noun subterfuge. Makes me think of the grainy quality in old movies.'s more romantic then it sounds.

I will always love driving through fancy neighborhoods to look at lights, but I think I've discovered something even better: crappy little houses in suspect, crumbling neighborhoods, completely covered in lights.
There's just something so hopeful and sadly sweet in a tiny, forlorn looking house on an otherwise dark, cheerless street: shining for all the world to see with its crappy candy cane cut-outs and over-the-top, low-hanging icicle lights.
The residential equivalent of a Charlie Brown Christmas tree.

I think I'm starting to collect them. I saw one on 41st and Georgia the other day that made me think of a quote from one of my favorite books (having nothing to do with Christmas) Steve Martin's Shopgirl:

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

private eye.

The purring voice was now as false as an usherette's eyelashes and as slippery as a watermelon seed.
(Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep).

Just finished reading. Talk about being able to set a mood with your writing.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

important questions to ask in a relationship:

Me: Are you a real tree or fake tree person?

Walker: Is that a fucking joke?

Me: Real?

Walker: I think fake trees - Christmas or otherwise - are an abomination of satan.

Me: Oh my gosh. That was the perfect answer! We so have a future together!

Walker: Listen, if I'd thought for one second that you were a fake tree person this would have never made it this far

Me: :)

(Via Text).


It's been several days since Thanksgiving.
And my fun dinner the other night consisted of an entire Wedge pizza + beer.
So, I thought it perfectly appropriate timing for Kate's Perspectives on Health - a completely unprofessional, actually quite sloppy and a constant work-in-progress, look at my own experiences with trying to be healthy.

Okay, so on exercise:

There's a picture of skin-and-bones me from sophomore year of high school on the fridge at my friend Christa's mom's house, all thanks to a very brief stint on the track team, where I'd spend the entire school day making myself sick with nervous dread for the workout that lay ahead of me, killing myself for one ounce of speed in practice, and coming home to spend the rest of the day in the bathtub devouring entire boxes of Chex cereal. Seriously, the skinniest I've ever been in my life - and I wasn't even trying.

What did I take from that horrible experience? Pump your arms when you run. Have good posture. Exercise can be scary.

I kept up the running throughout college. But that's all I would ever do: run and run and run, mostly thousands upon millions of times around an indoor track.
This wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either in terms of my making any progress.

Post-college, it got a lot better:

I joined the Y.
Which goes with my theory: find something that works for you.
The Y works for me: multiple locations, wide variety of classes for mixing it up, a sense of normalcy and community that I never felt when surrounded by sorority girls and meatheads at The Huff (no offense)...
I learned to mix up my workouts - now I only do one long outdoor run a week, and actually look forward to it.

I literally throw a gym bag into my car when I leave every morning, because you never ever know what the day will bring or where you'll find a pocket of time.
And time is probably the biggest hindrance to the ability to exercise.
I once read somewhere that workouts should be considered an unbreakable appointment, akin to the work meetings, classes, and social dates we all refuse to cancel.

But for me,
I just did it and did it and did it until my body came to crave it.
I've basically got to exercise on a daily basis or it will literally feel like my body is screaming at me: move it!
It's not meant to be hunched over computer screens, packed into a car, and forced into a sedentary routine.
And when I do get to exercise, I do everything else better.

I also do 10 minutes of this pilates/abs video thing in my living room. Again, I just made myself do this until it's become a daily habit I can't kick.

I don't think of myself as athletic.
I don't go near weights (ick) - and so consequently have no arm strength.
I always have the best of intentions to get into yoga.
And am currently grappling with the idea of not running a marathon with a friend (when even a half seems daunting), because I really just don't think it's in the cards for me.
...but I do know I feel happy, healthy, balanced, and physically capable (hello, Inca Trail) - so I've got to be on the right path.

Jams are super important.
I can't even run a mile without my iPod, a fact I'm a little ashamed of. And soundtracks will make or break my opinion of a spin class instructor.
(Do yourself a favor and download David Guetta's I'm a Machine, which was made to workout to).
...but I also listened to Neutral Milk Hotel on my run the other day and contemplated what Jeff Mangum would think of me. I highly doubt a 24-year-old girl motivating herself on a six mile run through a patchwork Oklahoma City neighborhoods was his intended audience.

And so, on to food:

I don't deny myself anything I'm really wanting. It just seems like a recipe for disaster.
And I have an epically bottomless appetite the stuff of legend.

Basically, I stress quality. It better be 100% worth it.
Just for example: yes to Prairie Thunder's homemade blueberry scone, no to pastries from Starbucks and Panera - because, to me, they're simply not as good, and thus, not worth the calories.

I don't buy groceries that I don't want myself eating. Basically, I don't keep things in the pantry or fridge that are on the bad list.
(So maybe one night I'm craving "Natural" White Cheddar Cheeto Puffs, that means I have to make a separate trip to the store just for my beloved Puffs: waste gas, brave the creepy parking lot, spend money, wait in line. Sometimes a successful deterrent, and sometimes completely worth the trip).

Juice and fruit all the time. And water, can't drink enough water.
I love my pizza, but prefer it loaded with spinach and mushrooms.
Always eat breakfast - currently working on favoring eggs over cereal.
And trying to slowly phase out diet soda. Oh, but never coffee.

I also try to remember how awful I feel after eating an entire bag of gummy bears, etc. - as opposed to that opposite end of the spectrum feeling after drinking a smoothie or eating a kale salad.

I am not perfect, nor do I want to be - those people scare me.
I mean, good food is the best!
I never want to imagine myself not fully relishing a burger. Or cheese - oh my gosh cheese!
But, ya know, it's a work in progress.

(p.s. This news piece on artificial flavoring officially freaked me out).

Monday, November 28, 2011


homemade pies & pumpkin pie ice cream, Reebok family runs, multiple meals, coffee mugs, Fox Lake, flag football...

and quotes! as this year my grandmother required everyone to bring their favorite quotes to the Thanksgiving dinner table. my favorites:

Try it, you might like it.

- Andrew, via his Dad.

Enjoy every sandwich.
- My Dad, via Warren Zevon.

Do the common things, uncommonly well.
- Meg, via a boss.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

i was here.

These videos are my inspiration for finals and beyond.
Note to self: girl, don't be living small.

Friday, November 11, 2011

a thanksgiving-style post inspired by watching Joe Versus The Volcano.

(an especially good movie when watched while consuming takeout Chinese).

Dear God, whose name I do not know - thank you for my life. I forgot how big...thank you. Thank you for my life.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

happy halloween!

My sister sent me some pics of her and her boyfriend's pinata costumes they made themselves! It's also Meg's birthday today, so holla!
Meanwhile, back in Oklahoma, Walker went as MacGruber and I went as a flapper. Next year, an extravagant couple theme for sure.

I really enjoyed this Halloween season:
I painted my nails black.
I watched Paranormal Activity and enjoyed the thrill of it (I usually trend away from scary movies because I become too emotionally invested in characters. As Walker puts it, my ideal movie is one where absolutely nothing happens).
I made Peanut Butter Cups from scratch.
Attended parties and parades.
I had cider on the stove and Hocus Pocus playing in the background while handing out candy to the handful of trick-or-treaters that braved our neighborhood.
And I enjoyed watching Walker's attempts to humanely catch a mouse. (I took matters into my own hands and have only this to say: STICKY TRAPS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL!).

When I grow-up I want to throw over-the-top Halloween parties a la Heidi Klum.
(I've decided Heidi Klum is easily the most likeable insanely hott person).

I've also requested copies of Hitchcock movies from my local library to ensure the spooky season continues a bit longer.
(So pllllease lay off the Christmas commercials for the time being).

This has nothing to with Halloween, but I thought it an important, easy read.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

product placement.

There's so much to beauty.
It's got a lot of depth and complexity for something that seems to always get bogged down in skin-deep surface obsessions: skinny/fat, pretty/ugly, hott/or not. It's so not that easy.
It's such an undefinable thing: black and white photos of my Mom in her high school cheerleading uniform, the waitress sporting the perfect coral lip color, character descriptions from my favorite books, Nike commercials, the way the guy in front of me in line at Starbucks looked at his girlfriend - so gone in love, scratchy voices, the courage of my roommate in the face of upcoming surgery...

I've never been much of a makeup person. I truly believe there is no such thing as a life-changing mascara.
But IntotheGloss has become one of my favorite places to visit on the internet.

Beauty Products I would personally endorse if I were an "expert"...

Clarins Sunless Tanning Gel.
I love that "glow." And in the summer I am on a constant quest for the perfect suntan and live to sunbathe (but I always apply my SPF). However, I have never, and hopefully will never, set foot in a tanning salon.
Tip: Mix it in with your moisturizer.

Moroccan Oil.
Believe all the hype. It's worth the price. Your hair will thank you. Especially if you're like me and wait eons in between hair cuts. Plus, it smells amazing.

Noxema Triple-Clean Anti-Blemish Pads.
Harsh - like, it stings. But I think I would go so far as to make a clearer skin guarantee.

Bare Essentials face powder.
Seriously the perfect coverup for people who like it to look like they're not wearing any makeup.

Dial Soy & Almond Milk shower gel.
It's just so perfect: cheap, industrial-sized, leaves a subtle, clean smell.

Best beauty decision:
Putting an end to the high school highlighted hair.

Best beauty advice:
Drink lots of water.

this weekend.

Finding the fun in rain delays, followed by something that can only be described as absolute heartbreak.

...with nothing at stake, Kevin Durant's charity basketball game helped ease the pain.

p.s. Boomer Sooner!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

last weekend.

Weekend-ing in Arkansas: our favorite restaurant + a Halloween-themed hike.
We've decided Arkansas' bad reputation (meth lab
s à la Winter's Bone and incest) is a foil to keep a surprisingly gorgeous state from overcrowding.

Perfect album for the drive:
Bruce Springsteen, We Shall Overcome: The Seeger Sessions...

Now Old Dan Tuker was a fine old man
Washed his face in a fryin' pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And died with a toothache in his heel
(Old Dan Tucker).

Tuesday, October 11, 2011


There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes

In Spite of Ourselves, John Prine (w/Iris DeMint).

I highly recommend listening to the entire song.
...because today marks two years and I am still constantly surprised by the music playing in my boyfriend's car :)

p.s. Today is also the day one of my favorite writers, Jeffrey Eugenides, has a much anticipated new book coming out. Yup, today is definitely a good day.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

this art of swimming.

Currently reading Out of Africa by Isak Dinesen.
(While it rains and I bask in the glory of beating Texas).
And I've already determined it's the most beautiful book I've ever read. a moment of extreme tension, I have met the eyes of my Native companions, and have felt that we were at a great distance from one another, and that they were wondering at my apprehension of our risk. It made me reflect that perhaps they were, in life itself, within their own element, such as we can never be, like fishes in deep water which for the life of them cannot understand our fear of drowning. This assurance, this art of swimming, they had, I thought, because they had preserved a knowledge that was lost to us by our first parents; Africa, amongst the continents, will teach it to you: that God and the Devil are one, the majesty co-eternal, not two created but one uncreated, and the Natives neither confounded the persons nor divided the substance.

process & product.

Gourd turned ghost, a personal point of pride.

natural selection.

I really find nothing more aesthetically pleasing than rows upon rows of pumpkins.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

whether i shall turn out to be the hero of my own life.

I had my first pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks this morning.
Even though I love all things pumpkin, I've resisted the urge. Just like I don't want to be the girl at the bar ordering the super girly drink, I don't want to be taken as a "frou frou' coffee drinker.

However, it was delicious. Fall in a to-go cup. And further proof that I will be attempting to cling to October with all of my might.
Remember when "I Go Out Of My Way To Step On A Particularly Crunchy Leaf" was like the most popular facebook group to be a part of? I want the crisp mornings and latte sips to be more than a potential blog post. I want to revel in the moments and be completely present. I will not let this month zoom by.

p.s. There was a great scene from Boardwalk Empire tonight where the opening lines of Charles Dickens' David Copperfield were read aloud:

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

the great state fair... a nutshell.

poodles & pastries (and other important matters).

This weekend Walker and I explored some of the promising exhibits at the Oklahoma City Museum of Art.

The big drawl was Passages which, despite having the foundation of an awesome historical bible collection, turned out to be a really creepy experience. Think Hobby Lobby background with animatronic figures coming to life at every corner - a lot like Lester's Possum Park from The Goofy Movie.

There was Faded Elegance, an exhibit that featured photography from Havana, Cuba. Neat photographs, but nothing new.

But really,
The surprising favorite was Poodles & Pastries, the exhibit featuring the quirky high class meets low culture art of Franco Mondini-Ruiz.
I've included some quick snaps I illegally took with my iPhone, because I found everything just so darn delightful.
And it turns out Mondini-Ruiz is a lawyer.
Which was kind of a nice wake-up call for me: there's never an excuse to not have an imagination.