"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Polly Wanna Tattle?
Tuesday morning monotony broken by a story about a guy who found out his girlfriend was cheating on him because his pet parrot kept repeating the other guy's name.
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Here's another bizarre news story for today... I have my doubts about its accuracy.
Why are all these bizarre domestic issues making the "news"?
Because the real news is depressing?
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