queen bee vs. the worker bee

May 23

worry less // live more

Apr 25

I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have a hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day very difficult. Well said, E.B. White.. As we continue on, boats beating against the current, trying to bridge (merge!) the gap between reality and our dreams.. -KL

“What we’ve said to the girls is, ‘If you guys ever decided you’re going to get a tattoo, then mommy and me will get the exact same tattoo in the same place. And we’ll go on YouTube and show it off as a family tattoo.’”

Apr 25

President Obama is That Dad and I like him all the better for it.

Apr 24

If it a fox is crossing your path- Opportunity is coming. If the fox is looking at you- Opportunity will be wildly successful. If the fox turns back- Opportunity will fail.

"But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies"

- Jack

Apr 23

Apr 17

Let them eat Vogue.

"I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can’t see from the center."

- Kurt Vonnegut

Apr 17

Apr 10

Mad Men, Then & Now. Cue in my go-to quotable partner in crime; the one, the only: Nietzsche, “Original minds are not distinguished by being the first to see a new thing, but instead by seeing the old, familiar thing that is over-looked as something new.”

Mar 28

Morticia: “Wednesday, look at all of the other children, their freckles, their bright little eyes, their eager, friendly smiles. Help them.”

Mar 25

“The stories we love best live in us forever.” -JK Rowling

"My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind… And a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge."

- Tyrion Lannister

Mar 1

"But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact."

- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

Feb 12

Feb 11

Australian Vogue, February 2013

Feb 4

Personally I think Australians ought to be extremely proud that from the most awkwardly unpropitious beginnings, in a remote and challenging place, they created a prosperous and dynamic society. That is exceedingly good going. So what if dear old Gramps was a bit of a sticky-fingered felon in his youth? Look what he left behind.

For a moment he looked at me as if he failed to understand.
"I'm Gatsby," he said suddenly.
"What!" I exclaimed. "Oh, I beg your pardon."
"I thought you knew, old sport. I'm afraid I'm not a very good host."
He smiled understandingly- much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced- or seemed to face- the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and you assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey. Precisely at that point it vanished- and I was looking at an elegant young roughneck, a year or two over thirty, whose elaborate formality of speech just missed being absurd. Some time before he introduced himself I'd got a strong impression that he was picking his words with care.
Almost at the moment when Mr. Gatsby identified himself, a butler hurried toward him with the information that Chicago was calling him on the wire. He excused himself with a small bow that included each of us in turn.
"If you want anything just ask for it, old sport," he urged me. "Excuse me. I will rejoin you later."
When he was gone I turned immediately to Jordan- constrained to assure her of my surprise. I had expected that Mr. Gatsby would be a florid and corpulent person in his middle years.
"Who is he?" I demanded. "Do you know?"
"He's just a man named Gatsby."

Feb 4

He's just a man named Gatsby