"[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, November 04, 2009
Several drinks later...
I accidentally showed up in photos in both the PI and Times at a mayoral candidate's event.