"[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, May 28, 2008
Here's my story, it's sad but true...
So obviously this highlights some serious procedural problems, but this headline cracked me up as I walked past newsstands this morning: