"[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
Thursday, July 10, 2008
The sixth sheik's sick sheep
Doing more research at work, and saying this slogan from a great national organization makes me feel like I've been drinking on the job (and I haven't at this one yet, I swear*):
"When women run, women win"
It's impossible to say twice correctly!
*except for the work-related happy hours or late-night events