the ocean park series.

Richard Diebenkorn.

I'm a fan of the color scheme, get me a whole white walled room of 'em!

p.s. I will always love how Dallas is the remedy for an easy Oklahoma escape.

...but can only be withstood for a maximum of 48 hours.

walker + the richard serra's of texas.

I had a wonderful birthday with my wonderful boyfriend.

And I appreciate the work of Serra because of my Meg.

Museums:

The Kimbell.

Fort Worth Modern.

Dallas Museum of Art.

- (Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit actually was quite entertaining).

- (But I will always actually be there for the Nash Sculpture Garden).

And food:

Lonesome Dove. Featured on Top Chef. I die.

Coal Vines.

Oddfellows.

my christmas break reading list in image form.

p.s.

I'm going to try to be more textual on here.

Meanwhile, also re-trying to use Tumblr.

And Twitter.

Just, to feel a little more updated with my updating.

pumped up kicks.

So my sister got me the most awesome Christmas present ever: an all-access pass to customize my own pair of Reeboks!

Sky's the limit, there's even an option to have your name stitched on the back!

I am having a blast on the website, but there are far too many design possibilities for me to feel like I'm ever going to get these babies on to my actual feet.

The above examples are my three current favorite creations (done with help from Walker).

Obviously I've finally settled on a general Thunder colors theme (I figure when you get to customize your kicks, why not go bold?), but am finding the devil is in the details.

So here's to hoping I'll be able to make a decision and have these babies on my feet by playoffs!

NYE.

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).

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.

...it'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:

Mirabelle Buttersfield moved from Vermont hoping to begin her life. And now she is stranded in the vast openness of LA. She keeps working to make connections, but the pile of near misses is starting to overwhelm her. What Mirabelle needs is an omniscient voice to illuminate and spotlight her and to inform everyone that this one has value, this one standing behind the counter in the glove department and to find her counterpart and bring him to her.

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.