The best days are the first to fly

Optima dies prima fugit. The best days are the first to fly. It's from Virgil's Georgics -- it's also the epigraph to Willa Cather's My Antonia. It's one of those vaguely nostalgic, carpe diem, cherish the moment, ubi sunt? kinds of sentiments. I like it. It'd make a sweet tattoo. Hence, the title of my new - and improved - blog. :)

I've decided the whole artsy debauchery thing really is only attractive and appealing in a guy -- think F. Scott Fitzgerald, Graham Greene, Ernest Hemingway, Evelyn Waugh, etc. It's one of those unfortunate but unavoidable double standards.

Anyway, I'm a girl, and I'm starting to realize I really don't pull off the whole materialistic hedonist thing well.