"[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, June 04, 2009
The list, the list, the list is getting smaller...
Got back from a weekend camping trip in the Olympics to find an email from my program director that I passed the comps and thus have the degree.
The resume has been updated accordingly.
And now, off to Boston again for a friend's wedding!
Got back from a weekend camping trip in the Olympics to find an email from my program director that I passed the comps and thus have the degree.
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