obsessed:

Lovelier Than You, B.O.B.
(via Walker and my new appreciation for hiphopfusionthatsoundslikekidcudiandorcommonorjohnlegend)

so true.

weekend.

This past week was absolutely, perfectly April.

Getting to see two victorious Thunder playoff games with an electric crowd, complete with annoying Lakers fans and really good (and now superstitious) hotdogs.

An amazing NFL draft for the Sooners.

Discovering a neighborhood bar complete with dog.

Kori and I going overboard making an epic brunch for our boyfriends (with a little help from them).

Several trips - including a lunch break - to the Oklahoma City Arts Festival for gyros, fried peaches, an indian taco (oh, and art?).

Recharging with a night alone making Nutella banana nut bread while watching one of the very few movies I can watch repeatedly - Nanny Diaries.

Riding bikes past the swoonworthy homes and gardens in Crown Heights and to Coits for rootbeer floats.

Cheering on Memorial Marathon runners.

And capping it all off with the Norman Music Festival, where it was decided that next year one really needs to wear fairy wings while on a golf cart supplied with corndogs and mixed drinks.

p.s. I got caught up on Glee and decided forget Gaga, Madonna did it so much better.

Who You Gonna Run To, Solid Gold

Stillness is the Move, Dirty Projectors

Cape Canaveral, Conor Oberst

Boy Lilikoi, Jonsi

Frozen, Madonna

cheer up, trendy!

So, unfortunately I'm not able to capture stunning pictures of street styles. Only a blurry picture taken while walking back to the hotel one night. But look here for ideas:

Garance Dore in Australia.

The Sartorialist in Australia.

So, I love my Aunt Barb. But there is an age disparity between us and I sometimes found myself craving youth while on our travels.

Cue Kate attempts to go out one night in Sydney on her own. Hahahahahaha. No really, I did.

Maybe it was at the bar right next to the hotel we were staying at. And maybe I only made friends with Texas students studying abroad. And maybe we talked a lot about American television. But still. For how intimidating Sydney nightlife is I was proud to say I ended my night around 2am dancing.

That was the night I decided I admired Australian girls and the way they embody their signature saying: Cheer up, trendy!

In other words, don't try so hard.

Don't wear a stitch of makeup. Put on a little dress, have long Aussie legs in killer heels and pile your long beach hair into a messy bun on top of your head. It should take you five minutes to get ready. Dance until dawn and drink any boy under the table. Walk home along the harbor.

Another quintessential Aussie characteristic: it doesn't take a whole lot to be happy.

Today I spread out on a bath towel upon the grass in our backyard to soak up some of the beautiful weather. I was in my swimsuit, breezing back and forth through the screen door for handfuls of strawberries or a popsicle. Just entirely content, all I need out of life is sunshine and a swimsuit.

...and a good book.

I finished, Diana Vreeland's autobiography, D.V., and it tickled me to death.

She was the iconic editor of Harper's Bazaar and Vogue and later a curator for the Met. The book left me in awe of how utterly out of touch she was with reality, poverty, war, politics, etc.

She lived so completely in a world of Chanel, Andy Warhol, royalty, french, pink and power and, thus, comes off as quite trivial and shallow - despite being such an edgy visionary with the best tastes.

Sydney is a Rogue Wave song. Their new album, I dig it.

lady gaga vs. beyonce.

I'm not writing this because I'm particularly passionate about the topic. I promise I'm not a Beyonce freak. Though I do totally love her.

It's just that after reading the following passage in a recent feature on Lady Gaga in New York Magazine, I became a little outraged.

"And what a happening. At a time when you wouldn’t recognize the faces of the people who make most of the music we listen to (who are those guys in Vampire Weekend, again?), Gaga is visually iconic; in an age of Twitter, the remoteness she has cultivated since her first moment in the spotlight has made her an even bigger star. She completely turns the page on the last decade’s era of bimbodom, taking back the limelight from women who made their careers by admitting that they had nothing to say, like Paris Hilton and Jessica Simpson. She also closes a strange era in female pop stardom, with rising talents unable to push through to superstardom (Katy Perry, Rihanna),American Idol contestants (Kelly Clarkson), older stars (Gwen, Fergie), tween stars (Miley and posse), and hugely popular musicians who aren’t pop in their hearts, like Taylor Swift (country crossover) and Beyoncé (urban crossover). She’s riveting in any language, with lyrics that compose their own Esperanto—she’s effortlessly global."

Yes, I think Lady Gaga is over-hyped and it would be nice to not have to hear Bad Romance 10+ times a day. But on the other hand, I'm sure her live show would be awesome to see.

This is not an attack on Gaga, merely the idea that she is the current queen of pop.

My anger is really focused on the fact that the article denies Beyonce - so obviously the biggest female pop star of this decade (see album sales, see the varied markets she reaches, see longevity) - #1 pop diva status because she's an "urban crossover." Which to me just screams: she's black, and therefore can't truly personify pop music. I'm sure I'm reading too much into it, but seriously - what the heck does "urban crossover" even mean and why is it a disqualifier?

p.s. Need more proof, Beyonce's Coachella cool factor: look here.

always remind her that she's braver than she believes, stronger than she seems and smarter than she thinks.

a) Yeah, we were really into LOST.

b) I can't get over how Parisian you look in this picture!

c) Making out with wonderful Andrew. (Couldn't help myself, too cute).

d) Yeah, we were really really into boba.

Okay, so I stole the above quote from Glamour magazine, but it reminded me of my best friend Jenna Williams who is celebrating her birthday in Paris today!

It's hard not to be seriously jealous of Jenna. In fact, in high school I really, really was - (gotta love the boy drama).

Not only is she super smart, super gorgeous and super hilarious - but she's spent the last years of our friendship in Malibu and Paris.

She goes for her goals, isn't afraid to work hard, is the most honest, good and straight-forward person I know, possesses an unshakable value system and I always leave our skype conversations (which are too few and far between) feeling completely refreshed and energized.

Our friendship has only grown - and instead of any feelings of jealousy, I am only left constantly inspired.

Love you (and miss you) across the miles birthday girl!

Memory: It's Jenna's birthday and we're sleeping over at her house watching Blue Crush when her Dad comes in and says we have to go to OC and take shelter from incoming tornadoes. There is nothing that freaks me out more than a tornado. Michelle and I end up under tables sobbing hysterically while everyone else comforts us. I've never been able to watch Blue Crush without an impending sense of doom since.

past blast.

Last Thursday I visited Christa Town's kindergarten class at Arbor Grove Elementary to talk about my scuba diving trip to the Great Barrier Reef.

Now, somehow I had it in my head that kindergartners would be able to converse knowingly with me about continents and tropical fish and the human inability to breathe underwater.

Here is what I now know about kindergartners:

they love you unconditionally before they know you.

they prefer pictures.

your high heels will send them over the edge.

if their hand is up, waving in the air and you don't immediately call on them - they will die.

they want candy.

they want candy now.

they will become insanely interested on the one thing you barely mentioned and don't know much about.

they like to hug.

they will call you Ms. Kate over and over.

it's nickname is The Great Barry.

Australia, Antarctica - who cares.

they have yet to notice the limitations of being underwater.

I also came away with so much more appreciation for my best friend Christa, not only because she can get an intimidating room full of tiny, tiny people to sit crisscross applesauce - but because she has to be so tolerant, colorblind, giving, patient, energetic and open to do a job that seems impossible.

I also saw the ever famous Edmond Memorial Follies, starring Casey Callahan!

In a sea of uncomfortably suggestive dance routines, duets, skits, bands, etc. I always find relief in the kids that transcend the high school auditorium. That so purely love to twirl or play the drums. They're not necessarily the best, but they're so free and happy it looks effortless and unassuming and original.

Saw The Runaways with Kori - really liked it.

And adding to my Follies observation, you could just tell Joan Jett would be the one in the band to make it - she literally loved the rock and roll more than all the other trappings that ate everyone else up.

Also, decided my teen years were way too tame.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!

And, I can't believe it's been 15 years. I was in 2nd grade, talk about events that shape our lives. Read this.