"[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
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Word of Wisdom Learned the Hard Way #549
Note to self: when one of your favorite songs starts to play at the gym and you're on the stationary bike, don't try to chair dance to it. Unbeknownst to you, there might be people behind you watching, and you might start to fall off the bike and have to catch yourself on the neighboring piece of machinery. Then you'll hear their loud gasps and know you looked really, really pathetic.
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