"[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
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
300 dance hits
Crack up every time I watch this video (and I've forwarded it a lot!), passed on courtesy of The Scot. And now every time I hear "It's Raining Men," I'll think of those oh-so-fabulous Spartans with their shaved chests and homoerotic undertones.