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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 14:01:05 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>healing</category><category>sex</category><category>love quotes</category><category>in the news</category><category>sharon's art</category><category>activism</category><category>love art</category><category>love quote</category><category>parenting</category><category>i love you virus</category><category>pop culture</category><category>music</category><category>love science</category><category>love graffiti</category><category>forgiveness</category><category>human kindness</category><category>love poetry</category><category>romantic love</category><category>i love you in different languages</category><category>valentine's day</category><title>The I Love You Blog</title><description>I Love You blog with love poems, love letters, love quotes, love and sex, and love pictures by Sharon Harris. Love you!</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>870</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheILoveYouBlog" /><feedburner:info uri="theiloveyoublog" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-7068613118997332467</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2012 16:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-10T12:02:32.083-04:00</atom:updated><title>I Love Spring</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4W61oTpSnk/T4RYf2P481I/AAAAAAAABjk/UNQcwTea7Oc/s1600/cherry-blossoms-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4W61oTpSnk/T4RYf2P481I/AAAAAAAABjk/UNQcwTea7Oc/s400/cherry-blossoms-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Every May, my blog slows down a little because Spring sproings me outside! This year, warm weather came early, and then left ... even the cherry blossoms in High Park are confused. Here they are, almost in full bloom, one month ahead of time. Happy Spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-7068613118997332467?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/04/i-love-spring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4W61oTpSnk/T4RYf2P481I/AAAAAAAABjk/UNQcwTea7Oc/s72-c/cherry-blossoms-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-1166004534513978513</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2012 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-09T23:17:41.569-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love graffiti</category><title>Love is Possible</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSQUt5kqTfc/T4OQ-01XQfI/AAAAAAAABjc/FG-8VZ_YDRQ/s1600/loveispossible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSQUt5kqTfc/T4OQ-01XQfI/AAAAAAAABjc/FG-8VZ_YDRQ/s400/loveispossible.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Why yes, I do believe it is! This stencil was photographed by Flickr's &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/4rilla/4555855247/"&gt;4illa&lt;/a&gt;, in Brooklyn, New York. Seeing "love is possible" done up in stickers and stencils in many styles -- the earliest seem to be from Berlin.   Also, check out this "&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loveispossible/"&gt;love is possible" photoset&lt;/a&gt; from Tel Aviv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-1166004534513978513?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/04/love-is-possible.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSQUt5kqTfc/T4OQ-01XQfI/AAAAAAAABjc/FG-8VZ_YDRQ/s72-c/loveispossible.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-5091672403659089494</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2012 12:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-07T08:23:55.903-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love quotes</category><title>Simple.</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;The heart of all spiritual teaching is simple.&lt;br /&gt;
Be love. Be peace. Be harmony. Be compassion. Be joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;-Author unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sure that the meaning of life would fit on a T-shirt. It might say something like this:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;There is no greater than love with no object.&lt;br /&gt;
For then you yourself, have become love, itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;-Rumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or maybe that's too complicated. We have been taught to make things complicated:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier. Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth. It's seeing through the facade of pretense. It's the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;-Adyashanti&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love you. I love. Maybe the T-shirt only needs to say:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2q-LpTY3RSs/T4Aw095riBI/AAAAAAAABjI/i20BLFGkyQI/s1600/love-shirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2q-LpTY3RSs/T4Aw095riBI/AAAAAAAABjI/i20BLFGkyQI/s320/love-shirt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(in any font or colour you like : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-5091672403659089494?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/04/simple.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2q-LpTY3RSs/T4Aw095riBI/AAAAAAAABjI/i20BLFGkyQI/s72-c/love-shirt.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-4746021446316898408</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-02T12:07:33.889-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pop culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love art</category><title>Neon I Love You</title><description>Sometimes I Love You is subtly whispered; other times, it's screaming in neon. Neon I Love You signs have been sold on &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/Neon-Sign-I-LOVE-YOU-13-x-32-500-2538-/250004727368?pt=BI_Signage&amp;amp;hash=item3a35716648"&gt;eBay&lt;/a&gt; as long as I've been looking for ILY items, but in the past few years, they've entered the art world. The following three photos are part of &lt;a href="http://12monthsofneonlove.blog.com/"&gt;12 Months of Neon Love&lt;/a&gt;, a project that rendered twelve bits of pop lyric in large, red, neon letters. The messages were displayed on a rooftop in view of a commuter train and were, fittingly, sold by auction afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVktWnvtmvE/T3mu3gmOprI/AAAAAAAABio/Dsfcwz1vZHA/s1600/i-love-you-just-the-way-you-are.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVktWnvtmvE/T3mu3gmOprI/AAAAAAAABio/Dsfcwz1vZHA/s320/i-love-you-just-the-way-you-are.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The project was a collaboration between British artists Victoria Lucas and Richard William Wheater, and began on Valentines day 2011. They write:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;As the fleeting expressions of love change month by month, so too does the relationship that conceived them. On the eighth month of the project the personal journey between the collaborating artists dynamically shifted, their own failing relationship becoming as much a part of the artwork as the neon that blazes on the roof top. Lyrics such as Joy Division’s Love, Love will Tear Us Apart Again echoed the real events occurring closer to home. Thus 12 Months of Neon Love is as much about the pain that all lovers endure as it is the euphoric rapture the feeling of love can bestow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C_EkrVA0aQ4/T3murVxUO-I/AAAAAAAABig/9DB2AzICvfE/s1600/love-is-a-losing-game.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C_EkrVA0aQ4/T3murVxUO-I/AAAAAAAABig/9DB2AzICvfE/s320/love-is-a-losing-game.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyAwC3KslD4/T3muqUUylSI/AAAAAAAABiY/2ADlux--bt8/s1600/NO-MORE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyAwC3KslD4/T3muqUUylSI/AAAAAAAABiY/2ADlux--bt8/s320/NO-MORE.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;“I think the fact that we have experienced the full spectrum of feelings associated with love during the projects short life span is so important, and for me has become the main concept driving the work. The work was conceived out of our love, which now only exists in our memories. The transitory nature of the project and its temporal existence echoes this; a year long artwork representing a year long love affair.” – Lucas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Neon has been big in the art world for a couple of years. The formula seems to be something like: take a banal and/or highly personal phrase, do it up in a form that we mostly associate with seedy businesses, and then note that neon is light, meaning that your words are now pulsating with electricity. Not saying this is a bad thing. Tracey Emin has embraced it:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzSrk9Zo0gY/T3m3kdHBbEI/AAAAAAAABiw/qy5nLw2zaXc/s1600/Tracey-Emin-i-love-you.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzSrk9Zo0gY/T3m3kdHBbEI/AAAAAAAABiw/qy5nLw2zaXc/s320/Tracey-Emin-i-love-you.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image swiped from &lt;a href="http://art-corpus.blogspot.ca/2011/10/report-on-proliferation-of-text-art-at.html"&gt;art-Corpus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
More neon love art &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fernandosaiki/2535900440/in/photostream/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.artlog.com/artworks/39068"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and well, just search through the hundreds of signs at Google Images for more. Ever since I saw my first I Love You neon sign on eBay, I've wanted one for the collection of found I Love You objects. I think a found sign is as interesting as a created one, but I didn't feel like shelling out the cash.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I do have one of these, though. From eBay.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s3iM_Ix_CQg/T3m6gjZ4QPI/AAAAAAAABi4/qN9JpANRCIE/s1600/iloveyoubulb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s3iM_Ix_CQg/T3m6gjZ4QPI/AAAAAAAABi4/qN9JpANRCIE/s320/iloveyoubulb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-4746021446316898408?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/04/neon-i-love-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVktWnvtmvE/T3mu3gmOprI/AAAAAAAABio/Dsfcwz1vZHA/s72-c/i-love-you-just-the-way-you-are.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-2909871931362904767</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2012 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-28T11:43:31.374-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pop culture</category><title>wtf I Love You</title><description>&lt;a href="http://throwboy.com/"&gt;Throwboy&lt;/a&gt; decorates brightly coloured pillows with chatroom acronyms, Internet icons, and even Facebook "Like" buttons. I bought one of their small "ily" chat pillows for my I Love You collection (which, with thousands of pieces, will make a &lt;i&gt;bizarre&lt;/i&gt; art show one day) . Months later, I received a package at my door, like this:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FlGsI4f4yVs/T3DdhdU_EqI/AAAAAAAABhU/e6fyU6g7LPU/s1600/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FlGsI4f4yVs/T3DdhdU_EqI/AAAAAAAABhU/e6fyU6g7LPU/s320/4.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Graphic swiped from Throwboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The package looked too large for the little pillow.&lt;br /&gt;
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Inside, was this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWGWUNOGJPw/T3Dfg1wIrlI/AAAAAAAABhc/U6hYyGsKl3M/s1600/wtf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWGWUNOGJPw/T3Dfg1wIrlI/AAAAAAAABhc/U6hYyGsKl3M/s320/wtf.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Wtf, Throwboy? My seven-year-old son wanted the three letters explained, turning the wtf moment into a teachable moment (but just barely). Then, at the bottom of the package, what did we find?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJvYYZ4VtKg/T3DgAB2O2mI/AAAAAAAABhk/jAXyQ2U-_R8/s1600/i-love-you-pillow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJvYYZ4VtKg/T3DgAB2O2mI/AAAAAAAABhk/jAXyQ2U-_R8/s320/i-love-you-pillow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was the "ily" pillow, plus a note apologizing for its delayed arrival: "Enjoy this pillow on the house!" We will, Throwboy. Let the adolescent jokes and badly-done Photoshopping begin.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VtbQdg1mdMk/T3H_pfrkqWI/AAAAAAAABiA/wlQNdM-qpHg/s1600/wtf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VtbQdg1mdMk/T3H_pfrkqWI/AAAAAAAABiA/wlQNdM-qpHg/s320/wtf.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j6vfyjc9VX0/T3HPp8eX6-I/AAAAAAAABh4/fce0AbWLxoU/s1600/reindeer2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Wtf" could be a response to I Love You. Or, if you're surprised to find yourself saying I Love You, you might be thinking "wtf" at the same time. But maybe the most commonly spoken combination -- especially on the Internet -- is, "I love you, but wtf????" Heck, "ily but wtf?" might name one our our favourite feelings about the Internet, expressed with acronyms that became popular through social networking technologies. It's the theme of many pop songs, films, and stories, which need the conflict of "wtf" and the "ily" happy ending. The "wtf" factor triggers our adrenaline and keeps us engaged; then, "ily" makes it all better so we'll watch or listen or read the same formula again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess that's why I try to stay in love, in energies that are more subtly rewarding, instead wanting to ride the love/conflict cycle.&amp;nbsp; Life throws me enough wtf moments so I don't feel like seeking it out through "entertainment" or in most of our "art." &lt;br /&gt;
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But if I were starting a punk band, "ily but wtf" would be pretty kickass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-2909871931362904767?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/03/wtf-i-love-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FlGsI4f4yVs/T3DdhdU_EqI/AAAAAAAABhU/e6fyU6g7LPU/s72-c/4.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-1640978941086192290</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-23T23:27:06.132-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romantic love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love art</category><title>Who Did You Love?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/38884905?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/fringefirstloveproject"&gt;The First Love Project&lt;/a&gt; collects videos in which people reminisce about first relationships, first crushes on celebrities, first unrequited loves, or even first infatuations over cars. It's "a place for people gay or straight and from  all backgrounds to share and watch stories about their lives and loves." &lt;br /&gt;
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Above is a cute video by the &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt; Jenny Foulds, Head Of Happy Things at &lt;a href="http://happygraffiti.com/"&gt;HappyGraffiti.com&lt;/a&gt;. Who (or what) was your first love? I have never thought about it, but mine was hockey. Yes, hockey : ) Then, there's the following advice, from &lt;i&gt;Love Science&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Dr. Nancy Kalish, expert on reunited relationships and author of a research-based book, &lt;i&gt;Lost and Found Lovers: Facts and fantasies of rekindled romances&lt;/i&gt;, has interviewed hundreds of lovers who re-established contact with a former flame. Although a few re-connections crash and burn, almost 80% of rekindled first loves—if single at the time of the re-kindling!— passionately burn for a lifetime of happiness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;I don't think that Jenny wants to look for her first love, but my reunion with hockey four years ago was an astounding success. Dr. Kalish predicts good outcomes for rekindled first relationships if they fit a certain profile (kind of turns Facebook into an accident waiting to happen, doesn't it?). Check out Duana C. Welch's summary of the criteria at &lt;a href="http://www.lovesciencemedia.com/love-science-media/when-first-love-is-true-love-re-igniting-the-old-flame.html"&gt;Dear Duana&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-1640978941086192290?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/03/who-did-you-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-7958389674269091343</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2012 16:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-23T23:28:03.267-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><title>Hello, I Love You</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qyOhDw86Ong/T2YR075itPI/AAAAAAAABg8/0w-RPdhZMQA/s1600/Hello-i-love-you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qyOhDw86Ong/T2YR075itPI/AAAAAAAABg8/0w-RPdhZMQA/s1600/Hello-i-love-you.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;I write about love. It's non-political, simple and universal. "I love you" are the corniest three words you'll ever use, but the whole world is looking for it and you can't wait for someone to say it to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;-Lionel Ritchie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/35055590?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ff0179" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Movie mashup of Lionel Richie's "Hello."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A recent study suggests that &lt;a href="http://news.discovery.com/human/brain-takes-less-than-second-to-fall-in-love.html"&gt;it takes one-fifth of a second to fall in love&lt;/a&gt;, so maybe there's something to saying, "hello, I love you," and checking names later. Who would have time to even say, "hi"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-7958389674269091343?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/03/hello-i-love-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qyOhDw86Ong/T2YR075itPI/AAAAAAAABg8/0w-RPdhZMQA/s72-c/Hello-i-love-you.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-2850613257609371453</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2012 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-23T23:36:45.431-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romantic love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love science</category><title>I Love You By Accident</title><description>Have you ever said I Love You to an acquaintance or stranger when you only meant to say, "thank you"?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;She handed me my receipt and credit card and told me I could pick up my order when my&amp;nbsp;name was called and I said 'Ok, love you." Followed by "I mean 'THANK YOU." Then, I dropped my credit card, scrambled away and&amp;nbsp;found my friend B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;-Jen Fernicola Ronaly,&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.chicagonow.com/stop-and-blog-the-roses/2012/03/i-said-love-you-to-the-cashier-at-panera/"&gt;Stop and Blog the Roses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In related but different news, &lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/sex-love-life/2012/03/what-men-think-professing-his-love"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Glamour&lt;/i&gt;'s 2012 Guy Survey&lt;/a&gt; found that fifty per cent of one thousand male respondents let I Love You slip after a few drinks and/or sex. Intoxication accounted for twenty-three per cent of premature declarations; sex was to blame thirteen per cent of the time. &lt;br /&gt;
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The survey also found that fifty-six per cent of men said I Love You to their partners first. There have been at least two other surveys with similar findings. In 2011, MIT interviewed 205 heterosexual men and women and found that sixty-one per cent of men said I Love You first. Ten years ago, a &lt;a href="http://www.questia.com/googleScholar.qst?docId=5000610648"&gt;survey&lt;/a&gt; of university students also showed that men went first, noting:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Female students now have empirical verification that hearing "I love you" may mean little more than "I am saying this just so I hope you will have sex with me." Faculty who teach relationship courses and counselors of university students might reemphasize that hearing and saying "I love you" may have entirely different meanings for college men and women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-2850613257609371453?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/03/i-love-you-by-accident.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-2800677683294203284</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-23T23:39:41.667-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romantic love</category><title>She Said ‘Scotch,’ So I Said ‘I Love You’</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;This is Rocio and I meeting for the first time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;INT. Jurgen’s kitchen – Evening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bryan&lt;/b&gt; (looking for more wine, finding none) – You know what this party needs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rocio&lt;/b&gt; – Scotch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bryan&lt;/b&gt; – I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The second sentence I ever said to this girl was “I love you.” Since then I have said that sentence probably millions of times, and each time I have meant it even more, and for a new reason. The sentence itself has transformed into this fantasy we have conjured where we exist as the solitary conscious creatures. We dream together, and when I think of her during the times we are separated, I can only laugh or cry to myself because she makes my life so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;-Bryan Aranson.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;More about Bryan's and Rocio's story at &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://hypervocal.com/culture/2012/she-said-scotch-so-i-said-i-love-you/"&gt;HyperVocal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-2800677683294203284?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/03/she-said-scotch-so-i-said-i-love-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-4494481227535657290</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2012 21:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-02T16:15:47.317-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><title>I Love You Chips!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm working on a few longer posts, so my seven year-old son, Cyan, is taking over the blog today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yR1UjrtXlqo/T1E4Lp_qK-I/AAAAAAAABgM/HgbO3qyZg1c/s1600/iloveyouchips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yR1UjrtXlqo/T1E4Lp_qK-I/AAAAAAAABgM/HgbO3qyZg1c/s320/iloveyouchips.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He only asks to be paid in cookies! Chip off the ol' block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-4494481227535657290?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/03/i-love-you-chips.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yR1UjrtXlqo/T1E4Lp_qK-I/AAAAAAAABgM/HgbO3qyZg1c/s72-c/iloveyouchips.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-350202239869475309</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 20:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-29T15:40:05.506-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love graffiti</category><title>Love Letter Boxes</title><description>&lt;div style="font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/adam_holloway/5562357889/" title="♥♥"&gt;&lt;img alt="♥♥ by Adam Holloway" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5060/5562357889_66ec1efbee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/adam_holloway/5562357889/"&gt;♥♥&lt;/a&gt;, a photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/adam_holloway/"&gt;Adam Holloway&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kinda meta, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-350202239869475309?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/love-letter-boxes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-6087822896957394254</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-25T15:39:09.376-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love poetry</category><title>"when someone says i love you and means it"</title><description>&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7u6PhRSHXQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7u6PhRSHXQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;"shades of pink and green glow around them ... their shoes stop squeaking ... trees begin to talk to them ..."&lt;br /&gt;
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By Stephen Roxborough. From &lt;i&gt;this wonderful perpetual beauty&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://neopoiesispress.com/12401/70334.html"&gt;NeoPoiesis Press&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-6087822896957394254?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/when-someone-says-i-love-you-and-means.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-8454606859708502952</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-24T09:12:40.321-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">forgiveness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">healing</category><title>Levels of Truth</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;"Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;-Bob Marley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Working theory: when you get beyond pain and suffering, you realize it was a gift. Let's hope you didn't resist pain so long that it became suffering. You see why you attracted this event into your life. You grow. Maybe one day, you look back at it and think you wouldn't change a thing, because you wouldn't be the same person you are today. You forgive.&lt;br /&gt;
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The funny thing is, when you get to this point, you find there's nothing to forgive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-8454606859708502952?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/levels-of-truth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-5211628958113863203</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2012 14:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-23T23:38:11.066-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love graffiti</category><title>Ancient Love Messages</title><description>Rebecca Benefiel is an archeologist who studies the graffiti that was left behind in Pompeii, before Mount Vesuvius erupted in A.D. 79 and buried the city. She told &lt;a href="http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history-archaeology/Reading-the-Writing-on-Pompeiis-Walls.html?c=y&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Smithsonian&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;They were much nicer in their graffiti than we are. There are lots of pairings with the word ‘felicter,’ which means  ‘happily.’ When you pair it with someone’s name, it means you’re hoping  things go well for that person. There are lots of graffiti that say  ‘Felicter Pompeii,’ wishing the whole town well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She hypothesizes that graffiti was widespread in the ancient world and part of everyday expression. It was carved into brightly painted stucco walls, showing the underlying white plaster. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;In the ancient Roman world, graffiti was a respected form of  writing—often interactive. Inside elite dwellings like that of  Maius Castricius—a four-story home with panoramic windows overlooking  the Bay of Naples that was excavated in the 1960s—she’s examined 85  graffito. Some were greetings from friends, carefully incised around the  edges of frescoes in the home’s finest room. In a stairwell, people  took turns quoting popular poems and adding their own clever twists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Driving home from my studio this evening, I noticed a mural on the side of a laundromat signed by  "AMORE," a stylized "ily" painted underneath a train bridge and a bumper  sticker that read, "I love, therefore I am."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-K1S19idzI/T0ZRStV5PvI/AAAAAAAABgE/51f9rvZcA6w/s1600/ilovethereforeiam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="91" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-K1S19idzI/T0ZRStV5PvI/AAAAAAAABgE/51f9rvZcA6w/s320/ilovethereforeiam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://starshinearts.com/product.php?id_product=761"&gt;"I love, therefore I am" bumper sticker.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
2000 years since ancient Rome: expression in the public space is illegal instead of celebrated, limited to those who will break laws. Our graffiti is brightly coloured, a visual response to our neutral buildings, and ephemeral, not carved for future historians.&lt;br /&gt;
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But some things don't change. &lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amo ergo sum&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-5211628958113863203?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/ancient-love-messages.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-K1S19idzI/T0ZRStV5PvI/AAAAAAAABgE/51f9rvZcA6w/s72-c/ilovethereforeiam.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-5734403300712416458</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-21T14:28:18.891-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pop culture</category><title>Family Day Love</title><description>Taking down the Valentine's decorations today, though some might think my house is ready for Feb.14 any day of the year. Yesterday was Family Day, a new holiday in the Canadian province of Ontario, where I live. I got thinking about the mysterious origins of holidays and their traditions, and wondered how Family Day will play out:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;FAMILY DAY: A Primer To Ontario’s Newest Holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1. Holiday events will be packed with other people’s families – avoid.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Federal employees work on Family Day. Provincial employees have the day off. Therefore, provincial workers have families; federal workers do not.&lt;br /&gt;
3. All children’s extracurricular activities will be cancelled except for hockey, which only stops for Christmas Day. &lt;br /&gt;
3a. Do not allow your son to dismantle his goalie helmet prior to Family Day dinner, before his 6 p.m. game. That you are coaching. &lt;br /&gt;
4. If Easter has eggs and St. Patrick’s Day has shamrocks, then Family Day has ______?&lt;br /&gt;
5. Family Day is celebrated in AB, ON, and SK. Also, in Arizona, Nevada, and Vietnam. The only factor common to these locales: families live there.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Valentine’s Day may piss off citizens without significant others. Family Day may anger adults without kids, and parents who would rather be vacationing in warm, tropical countries. Expect an Anti-Family Day Movement, with parties, Anti-Family Day cards, manifestoes, and Occupy Family Day parades.&lt;br /&gt;
7. In Canada, National Family Week is in October. I approve of this day/week model and suggest Hallowe’en Week in June.&lt;br /&gt;
8. “Family Day was certainly not invented for the self-employed.” – Shawn Squires, Father of Two.&lt;br /&gt;
9. Ontario Premier Dalton McGuinty created Family Day after his 2007 election victory. Every post-election giddy Premier should be encouraged to create a new statutory holiday: eventually, no one would ever have to work again. “Everyday Should Be A Holiday” by the Dandy Warhols could be adopted as our provincial song.&lt;br /&gt;
10. You can’t pick your family, but you can pick the family you want to celebrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-5734403300712416458?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/family-day-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-9111796218697964501</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2012 15:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-07T12:06:04.912-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love graffiti</category><title>Roadsworth’s Street Art Hearts +  Stars' Dead Hearts</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xj0RULVDQ5g?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xj0RULVDQ5g?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Dead Hearts” by Montreal's Stars contains heavy, somber lyrics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...but the video is lovely with street artist Roadsworth's contrasting heart imagery.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Edit: Roadsworth explains to &lt;i&gt;PSFK&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.psfk.com/2012/02/street-art-urban-hearts.html#ixzz1oS33WZtg"&gt;why he chose hearts&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: left;"&gt;The hearts are a metaphor for dead spaces that exist in urban areas in  particular, spaces that nevertheless exude a certain kind of soul. And  yes, these dead spaces also speak of a certain kind of environmental  neglect that is endemic of our time. Former industrial areas for example  – and in cities around the world these areas are legion- which have  been abandoned and which exist in a state of limbo of sorts. No longer  are they used for industrial purposes but they are also often too toxic  or problematic for whatever reason, to be exploited by developers or  used by people. But aside from the physical spaces that these “dead  hearts” occupy, they are also metaphor for a human state of being which  is characterized by a sense of alienation, disconnection and general  loss of soul that a modern urban world can bring about. &amp;nbsp;The dead hearts  speak of loss but also of the beauty that is apparent once that loss is  recognized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://roadsworth.com/home/art/work/dead-hearts/"&gt;Roadsworth's photo gallery of Dead Hearts&lt;/a&gt; for more pics. Thanks to Michelle Morgan for sharing!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-9111796218697964501?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/roadsworths-street-art-hearts-stars.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuufXBtqXN4/T0JtPuAKkmI/AAAAAAAABf0/ykidFQqess4/s72-c/roadsworth_hearts.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-854416214773541668</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2012 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-20T11:01:38.137-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">i love you in different languages</category><title>I Love You x 100</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P5f1Y3CWTc0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P5f1Y3CWTc0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/i-love-you-in-different-languages.html"&gt;A few posts ago&lt;/a&gt;, I wrote that there are many webpages telling us how to say I Love You in different languages, but that I'd like to hear how I Love You sounds in all of those  tongues. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.memrise.com/set/10012714/i-love-you-in-100-languages/"&gt;Memrise&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/occupylovefilm"&gt;Occupy Love&lt;/a&gt; for granting my wish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-854416214773541668?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/i-love-you-x-100.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-1537584187610187602</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 16:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-17T11:25:38.956-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romantic love</category><title>The Best Of The Worst Pick-up Lines</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyVuHiLEFAs/Tz51wkzGkOI/AAAAAAAABfU/c2DH-X1y_7s/s1600/i_love_you_for_your_brains_zombie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyVuHiLEFAs/Tz51wkzGkOI/AAAAAAAABfU/c2DH-X1y_7s/s320/i_love_you_for_your_brains_zombie.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image swiped from &lt;a href="http://www.buzzymultimedia.com/zombie-pick-up-line-tshirt.html?"&gt;Buzzy Multimedia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Last week, &lt;i&gt;The Grid&lt;/i&gt; asked, "What’s the worst pick-up attempt you’ve ever been on the receiving end  of? We’re not talking do-you-come-here-oftens or what’s-your-signs—we mean the mortifying ones, the ones that aren’t just lines but &lt;i&gt;stories." &lt;/i&gt;Dinner at the &lt;a href="http://www.themiller.ca/"&gt;Miller Tavern&lt;/a&gt; was offered as a prize.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why not turn lemons into lemonade? So I entered. And won! Please check out &lt;a href="http://www.thegridto.com/city/sexuality/your-very-worst-pick-up-stories/"&gt;the worst pick-up stories received by &lt;i&gt;The Grid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to read it. I'm "Sharon H." (which is totally fun, because the last time I was Sharon H., I was in Girl Guides with Sharon R. We're still friends).&lt;br /&gt;
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While you're there, you might want to visit &lt;i&gt;The Grid&lt;/i&gt;'s excellent &lt;a href="http://www.thegridto.com/timewasters/dating-diaries/"&gt;Dating Diaries Issue&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-1537584187610187602?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/best-of-worst-pick-up-lines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyVuHiLEFAs/Tz51wkzGkOI/AAAAAAAABfU/c2DH-X1y_7s/s72-c/i_love_you_for_your_brains_zombie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-6371468508951602801</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-16T23:49:34.711-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romantic love</category><title>What I Know About Love</title><description>What I Know About Love Now That I'm In My...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/michelle-cacciatore/relationship-advice-what-i-know-about-love_b_1233932.html"&gt;20s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jill-di-donato/what-i-know-about-love-no_1_b_1275123.html"&gt;30s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tessa-blake/what-i-know-about-love_b_1275943.html"&gt;40s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/rachel-a-sussman-lcsw/what-i-know-about-love-no_2_b_1275130.html?ref=women"&gt;50s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ann-brenoff/what-i-know-about-love-no_b_1269292.html?ref=women"&gt;60s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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over at &lt;i&gt;HuffPost Women.&lt;/i&gt; Interesting and a good start, but I'd also like to hear from men. And women who aren't white. Gay folks. Octogenarians. And, well, everybody. Kids too. I wish my four-month old puppy could tell me all that she knows, because she excels in applied love.&lt;br /&gt;
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The question, "what do you know about love?" makes more sense than the usual (but impossible to answer) "What is love?" A collection of answers to the former could make a &lt;i&gt;great &lt;/i&gt;book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-6371468508951602801?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/what-i-know-about-love-now-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-4779221262236380655</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 18:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-15T13:34:46.419-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romantic love</category><title>Missed Connections</title><description>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://blip.tv/play/oF6C6flvAg.html?p=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;embed src="http://a.blip.tv/api.swf#oF6C6flvAg" style="display: none;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Messages in bottles, smoke signals, letters written in the sand; the modern equivalents are the funny, sad, beautiful, hopeful, hopeless, poetic posts on Missed Connections websites. Every day hundreds of strangers reach out to other strangers on the strength of a glance, a smile or a blue hat. Their messages have the lifespan of a butterfly. I'm trying to pin a few of them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;-Sophie Blackall, &lt;i&gt;Missed Connections &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate to use the word, "exquisite" but that's how I'll explain Sophie Blackall's &lt;a href="http://missedconnectionsny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missed Connections&lt;/a&gt; project. I love how she illustrates heartfelt yet anonymous craigslist posts with such care. And that she says she can't draw landscapes or animals well because she is so interested in &lt;i&gt;people&lt;/i&gt;. And I love how this poster sums up the entire Missed Connections phenomenon:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;I saw you for maybe a second or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;I've read missed-connections  before and wondered why people just didn't say something then and there.  Now I understand... perhaps it's because the moment is extraordinary;  containing a fullness of its own... and the thought that this person  across from me is not a part of my everyday life, and at any second will  disappear, didn't even occur to me... it seemed that we were in  whatever it was together, and that sort of connection rarely, if ever,  happens between strangers, so my mind was a little slow on registering  that there would be no "some other time" if neither of us asked for the  others phone or email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Now, hours later, the ripples created by those few tender seconds still gently rock something within me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;and I become a missed-connections poster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Would you be interested in having tea or going on a ride? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;If life were slower, would we miss the connection? I wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-4779221262236380655?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/missed-connections.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVcrQr2f4_U/Tzv2rrUGDoI/AAAAAAAABfI/NDA7NctVfCQ/s72-c/missedconnections.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-8207011832094092564</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2012 19:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-14T15:27:02.403-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">valentine's day</category><title>Valentine's Day Rant And Link Love</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPDNJRVWtdk/TzqMZxDAuXI/AAAAAAAABeo/ae3pp3mSPuM/s1600/googlelove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPDNJRVWtdk/TzqMZxDAuXI/AAAAAAAABeo/ae3pp3mSPuM/s400/googlelove.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Niiiice Valentine, Google! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I've been saying for years that Valentine's Day has a lot of potential: celebrating romance is a good thing, but why not have a day for loving everybody? Love your partner, your friends, your family, the world, yourself. Love it all. Love life. Shine love on anything that needs it, whether its a personal problem or a global issue. A day that gets people thinking and talking about love isn't a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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All good things can be used for bad, though. Of course, &lt;a href="http://www.ksdk.com/news/article/303454/3/Getting-paid-to-say-I-love-you"&gt;Valentine's Day has been commercialized&lt;/a&gt;. EVERYTHING HAS BEEN COMMERCIALIZED. You don't have to take part in that aspect of it. There is no "pressure" unless you believe in it such things. I like &lt;i&gt;The Oatmeal&lt;/i&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://theoatmeal.com/blog/valentines_day"&gt;"Less complaining. More sexy rumpus."&lt;/a&gt; (Warning: swear words : )&lt;br /&gt;
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Valentine's Day can also bring up pain and show where healing is needed. This can hurt if you resist it! I don't know anyone who has not suffered a broken heart in some way. If that's you, maybe try going inward to investigate -- instead of expressing your pain outwardly? I don't want to tell you what to do, but that's what I try when it's me, and it seems to help. Otherwise, you carry around your own, personal &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-501843_162-57376498/on-valentines-day-a-museum-for-broken-hearts/"&gt;Museum of Broken Relationships&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe forgiveness needs to be a big part of Valentine's Day. &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-18563_162-57376258/in-japan-screaming-i-love-you-for-valentines/"&gt;Letting it go and letting it out&lt;/a&gt; feels pretty darned good -- and then there's chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, end of rant. Here are a few Valentines from around the internet world today.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a small collection of vintage Valentines and a hard-to-find book about the history of the Valentine's Day card. Mitch O'Connell's selection of &lt;a href="http://mitchoconnell.blogspot.com/2012/02/top-100-most-strange-odd-perplexing-and.html"&gt;old, unintentionally funny Valentines&lt;/a&gt; is inappropriate, sexist, and violent --&amp;nbsp; not for everyone -- but I'm cracking up. Thanks to Marc Lostracco for sharing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.nationalpost.com/m/wp/appetizer/blog.html?b=life.nationalpost.com%2F2012%2F02%2F12%2Flove-among-the-carrots-at-everdale-farm"&gt;"Love among the carrots at Everdale Farm."&lt;/a&gt; Everdale Farm has been called "Loverdale" Farm because its interns keep falling in love and starting their own farms together. "Given the killer hours and program’s workload — seven months of long  days learning curriculum and working the fields — it’s surprising anyone  found time to court. But McCormick thinks it’s precisely the hard  physical labour that results in love. The “feeling of energy and being  more alive” puts you more in touch with your body, he says. Combined  with the close physical contact of being side by side in fields under a  hot sun, it’s a recipe for romance."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R8R0C0Duqvg/TzqkJG9QZ1I/AAAAAAAABew/hRsVVgrGkyI/s1600/love+map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R8R0C0Duqvg/TzqkJG9QZ1I/AAAAAAAABew/hRsVVgrGkyI/s320/love+map.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Old school love map. Swiped from &lt;a href="http://minimozblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-map-tutorial.html"&gt;minimoz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You (and I) Are Here: we like to map love with any available technology, maybe because we're afraid of getting lost? Anyway, &lt;a href="http://canadakissmap.com/"&gt;Canada Kiss Map&lt;/a&gt;, an interactive online map for sharing stories about memorable kisses, launches today. Great introduction to the project by its creator, Chris Kay Frazer, &lt;a href="http://canadakissmap.com/the-story-of-the-canada-kiss-map/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;The Guardian&lt;/i&gt; is attempting to map how love holidays are celebrated around the world with its online &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?msa=0&amp;amp;msid=216140851129629702950.0004b6f3e2211e8ec4036&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=p&amp;amp;vpsrc=6&amp;amp;ll=15.284185,-14.765625&amp;amp;spn=136.677195,149.414063&amp;amp;z=2&amp;amp;source=embed"&gt;Love Data Map&lt;/a&gt;. And check out &lt;a href="http://ijustmadelove.com/"&gt;I Just Made Love&lt;/a&gt;, which shows places where, oh, nevermind. I mapped the &lt;a href="http://iloveyougraffiti.com/gallery2.htm"&gt;sites of Toronto's I Love You graffiti&lt;/a&gt; in 2001 and once made my sweetheart a map showing cities and towns that included our names, so I am not immune to the fear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right, so that's all well and good, but let's conclude with what you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; want to know: &lt;a href="http://todayentertainment.today.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/02/14/10405320-best-valentine-ever-six-year-old-girl-with-cancer-gets-date-with-justin-bieber"&gt;what is Justin Bieber doing for Valentine's Day?????? OMG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-8207011832094092564?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/valentines-day-rant-and-link-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPDNJRVWtdk/TzqMZxDAuXI/AAAAAAAABeo/ae3pp3mSPuM/s72-c/googlelove.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-2132567351610764008</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2012 19:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-14T15:27:55.822-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">valentine's day</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><title>Valentine's Day Chez Moi</title><description>I write about love almost every day, so sometimes people think Valentine's Day must be the household highlight of the year, with fireworks and marching bands. On Feb 13, my youngest son said, "I can't wait for Valentine's Day." His Dad thought he was looking forward to the chocolate, but no ... "I like that there is a day all about love." My oldest son made this:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I attempted to decorate cupcakes for the hockey team I coach. These are supposed to look like faceoff circles, but green (our team colour):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WcwwqRnudJA/Tzq516DqPeI/AAAAAAAABfA/d9mJd9-us6w/s1600/hockeycupcakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WcwwqRnudJA/Tzq516DqPeI/AAAAAAAABfA/d9mJd9-us6w/s320/hockeycupcakes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's what our newest family member, four-month old Molly, is up to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm feeling grateful for my family and friends today. Also, I love you, &lt;a href="http://stephencain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephen Cain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-2132567351610764008?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/valentines-day-chez-moi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WcwwqRnudJA/Tzq516DqPeI/AAAAAAAABfA/d9mJd9-us6w/s72-c/hockeycupcakes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-2368978255130826915</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 16:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-13T11:11:05.956-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">valentine's day</category><title>2012 Valentine's Day Love</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PL5WvXhq8jE/TzkpyBok9kI/AAAAAAAABeg/jGCCosFnO7E/s1600/i_love_you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PL5WvXhq8jE/TzkpyBok9kI/AAAAAAAABeg/jGCCosFnO7E/s320/i_love_you.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I write about Valentine's Day trends each year because once every 364 days, popular culture dedicates &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; day to love (sort of). One day! Amateurs ;-)&lt;br /&gt;
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As in most years, the 2012 stories can be categorized as: gifts to buy, the perfect night out (or in), things to make, cheap gifts, anti-Valentine's Day, weird and/or geeky ways to celebrate, aphrodisiac recipes, sex advice, statistics on the amount of money people spend, to break up or not break up (to buy a gift or save your money), being single, the history of Valentine's Day (though its origin is unknown), marriage proposals, lists of appropriate songs and films, heart-shaped ______, men's opinions of Valentine's Day (what does he &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; think?), green Valentine's Day, countries where Valentine's Day is banned, and my favourite, which is gaining in popularity every year: &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Valentine's Day should be a holiday to celebrate every kind of love (not just romance)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
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White bears holding red I Love You hearts enjoyed popularity for many years (I wish I knew why) but have vanished from most store shelves. Stuffed animals still offer their red hearts, but they are now blank or say, "hottie," "cutie," or "xoxo." There are more puppies, apes, and kittens than last year. Unicorns are new, as they've entered the teen lexicon -- interesting that "unicorn" is being used to denote unobtainable fantasies, for example, "The hottie who no one can beat at Guitar Hero is an absolute unicorn" (from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Unicorn%20&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;Urban Dictionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;
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This year, instead of press releases promoting Valentine's Day events, there were infographics about gift-buying habits in my inbox. Guessing that this is due to the popularity of photos + text that are being shared on Facebook and Pinterest (if you're on Pinterest, please say hi! I'm &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/theiloveyoublog/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;
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New-to-me: the Valentine's tree. People decorate trees for Christmas, Easter, and Hallowe'en -- is this a year-round thing now?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDRHl6L3b8w/TzkC1YykGwI/AAAAAAAABd4/ferNVva1zhk/s1600/valentinetree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDRHl6L3b8w/TzkC1YykGwI/AAAAAAAABd4/ferNVva1zhk/s200/valentinetree.JPG" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;At our house, we don't decorate the greenery for Valentine's Day. No, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGef_VX01zc/TzkRpf5eczI/AAAAAAAABeA/vpomjYdFNrg/s1600/valentines_day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGef_VX01zc/TzkRpf5eczI/AAAAAAAABeA/vpomjYdFNrg/s1600/valentines_day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't quite put my finger on it, but there seems to be a throwback to some sort of Victorian cutesy meets &lt;i&gt;Mad Men&lt;/i&gt; retro look meets silk screened everything happening on &lt;i&gt;Etsy&lt;/i&gt;. Dollar stores and big chains are selling fake-looking homemade. Red velvet cupcakes rule.&lt;br /&gt;
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Usually, I find the annual love and sex guides presented by Toronto's alternative weeklies to be depressingly shallow, but &lt;i&gt;The Grid&lt;/i&gt; put together a great &lt;a href="http://www.thegridto.com/timewasters/dating-diaries/the-dating-diaries-issue/"&gt;dating issue&lt;/a&gt; last week. Instead of sensationalizing sex and portraying love as a freak show, they photographed forty-four single Torontonians and offered up some pretty solid dating advice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Other Favourite 2012 Valentine Stories:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://goafrica.about.com/b/2012/01/31/valentines-day-in-africa.htm"&gt;Valentine's Day in Africa&lt;/a&gt; - "Valentine's day is not widely celebrated in Africa, except by the more affluent urban folks. But Africa is very much involved in our Valentine's day celebrations. More than 70% of all cocoa  beans are grown on African soil, so your Valentine chocolates are  likely to have originated in Africa.  And around 800 million flowers  will be making their way from Kenya's Lake Naivasha region to markets  throughout Europe for the Valentine's day rush."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.hallmark.com/ECardDisplay/ECardDisplay/npg6592_DK"&gt;The cheesiest Star Wars thing ever&lt;/a&gt;. I admit that when I was a little girl, I made my &lt;i&gt;Star Wars&lt;/i&gt; figures kiss. But this is worse than Jar Jar Binks.&lt;br /&gt;
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In which &lt;a href="http://rogueclassicism.com/2009/02/12/lupercalia-nothing-to-do-with-valentines-day/"&gt;a Classics professor insists Valentine's Day is NOT based on Lupercalia&lt;/a&gt;, as every press release in Western civilization would lead you to believe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.utne.com/Literature/How-To-Write-A-Love-Poem.aspx#ixzz1mGuE6EGQ"&gt;"How to Write a Love Poem"&lt;/a&gt; by Jim Behrle. "A not-so-serious tutorial on the art of seductive verse." Thanks to Amanda Earl for sharing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/gallery/2011/feb/14/valentines-day-around-world-in-pictures#/?picture=371729426&amp;amp;index=0"&gt;Valentine's Day around the world - in pictures&lt;/a&gt; (2011, but oh well). "From old married couples to newlywed dogs." &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com/living/article/1127776--how-to-fend-off-that-odious-rose-guy-and-still-keep-your-romance-alive-cribb?bn=1#article"&gt;How to fend off the restaurant Rose Guy and still keep your romance alive&lt;/a&gt;. "Few contemporary figures strike fear into the hearts of men more than The Rose Guy." Thanks to Amy Lavender Harris for sharing.&lt;br /&gt;
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And, the weirdest gift of 2012: a cockroach. Nothing says love like naming a roach at the Bronx Zoo after the beloved: "tell your chosen love bug you admire their resilience and ingenuity by naming one of our 58,000 hissing cockroaches after them." If that's not enough, a hand-painted, artisanal chocolate roach can be added to the gift for $15.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRL51zKLrik/TzkhTLBGoUI/AAAAAAAABeQ/KWXqovA8mII/s1600/roaches.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRL51zKLrik/TzkhTLBGoUI/AAAAAAAABeQ/KWXqovA8mII/s320/roaches.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Lonely roaches looking for love." Photo: Bronx Zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A Twitter meme for the Valentine haters: &lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;Valentine's Day canceled this year.  14-02-12 = zero." For the rest of you: Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-2368978255130826915?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/2012-valentines-day-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PL5WvXhq8jE/TzkpyBok9kI/AAAAAAAABeg/jGCCosFnO7E/s72-c/i_love_you.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-3699987702646479261</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 15:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-11T14:04:59.995-05:00</atom:updated><title>Mad Math Love</title><description>Pssst ... go type this into Google:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;sqrt(cos(x))*cos(300x)+sqrt(abs(x))-0.7)*(4-x*x)^0.01, sqrt(6-x^2), -sqrt(6-x^2) from -4.5 to 4.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;lt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-3699987702646479261?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/math-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15364027.post-1948794965687974831</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 11:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-10T06:50:52.176-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pop culture</category><title>"Hot Guys Saying I Love You"</title><description>&lt;script src="http://player.popsugar.com/player.js?embedCode=5ldmdnMzpQtOlVsFKm1SG1zZyxAiFbVg&amp;amp;wmode=transparent&amp;amp;width=550&amp;amp;height=310"&gt;
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To compare and contrast with yesterday's video about saying I Love You in different languages: the Hollywood I Love You is released after tension has a chance to build between the two main love interests. It's usually a significant moment in the plot, spoken at the climax. It has the power to save the protagonist when all else fails, transforming the hero's suffering, evoking a happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15364027-1948794965687974831?l=www.theiloveyoublog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.theiloveyoublog.com/2012/02/hot-guys-saying-i-love-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I Love You)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

