Snowboard boots are a little heavy for walking around in the city, but I’ve worn them for two days because that is all I had with me. I wasn’t at my dorm and I didn’t feel like going to get my regular boots. Damn my legs hurt.
I shan’t forget you dear sweet blogger people on Valentine’s Days. My attitude about it, as I wrote in my blog last year, only apply when it concerns a love or lovers, and as you not my lover or lovers I can wish you all a Happy Valentine’s Day. This may seem a little too frugal in light of Shayna’s gifts but she is a nice person and I am not. I’m a cynical student living in the city, with a cold, but not wooden, heart.
Of love I have nothing to say. I have surely had love in my life. love of family, love of friends, and maybe “the other kind” even though, admittedly, I have been stingy in that regard to this point in my life. I’m not stingy in general, but love (to me) is a vague concept for which there exists no definition that is firm and sure.
Love is individually defined and remains an obscure concept to me.
Perhaps when time allows, and investigation proceeds, it will manifest itself to me in a way which I will understand, and I will be able to say most assuredly…ah yes…I get it now.
I am pretty sure that candy, flowers, dinner or diamonds will have no role, not even an understudy role, in this revelation. I have no doubt also that love will not come after a hot sweaty night on satin sheets . Dear Judy you were right I think.
They say:
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Tell me Virgil dear if you can do you still think love conquers all?
I can only hope that Erica Jong’s musing were correct .
Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk everything, you risk even more.
They say:
Someday love will finally be enough.
I say:
Until that time…………it won’t
Until then……………………………….
The heart is a lonely hunter after all.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
oh alice… I don’t believe you have a cold heart!
Underneath that cynical student I believe there is a sweet little school girl just aching to get out… right? 
Happy v-day my dear!
I’m hardly a celebrant of the holiday, but if tommorrow happens to be Valentine’s Day and you happen to be happy, I’m all for it.
Happy V-Day
*hugs* and all that.
I guess you expect me to say something wise about love. OK. You will find it, just when you least expect it. Follow your intuition and instincts and inspirations, and don’t think of love with any rational thought. Use synchronicity… That probably was kitschier than it was wise. I told you I wasn’t wise.
I have nothing wise to say.
The heart is a lonely hunter and some day love will enough until then it isn’t. That says it all really. That is assuming that love is something that can be found.
I have my doubts on this.
happy day of hearts and flowers
My thoughts on love are far too idealistic and romantic to ever come true. For now I’ll have to settle for a mildly amusing version of love rather than the all-encompassingly passionate version I’m searching for.
And, yes, I totally agree. The heart is a lonely, Miss McCullers.
Nothing wise to say either… was in your shoes when I was 20… or should I say boots? Quite cynical yet somewhere deep down hopeful… hadn’t seen much real love anywhere, always heard the corny, oft-repeated line “when you know, you know” until the mere mention of it made me nauseous.
Then “it” happened to me dammit and I did know! WTF? So yeah, in time, when it’s right, love happens, and you’ll know.
Doesn’t need to be mushy though. The hubby’s my best friend. Sometimes, romance is…
Me– Say something romantic dammit! Make it sincere and don’t make me puke.
Him– Oh, how I love your boobies!
Me– You’re such a fucker!
Him– Well, at least you didn’t call me a cunt this time.
Me– Asshole!
And on it goes, all in good fun, but it works for us.
I don’ know what the point of it all was but hey, Valentine’s day talk has me in a tizzy, feelin’ quite dizzy!
Nope, don’t celebrate it here! I expect the loooveee around the clock. Bohemians are demanding! Wooohooo!
Have a good one and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do… nope, don’t know what that means either… just living up to my Mizzy Bohem name! Sizzlin’!
I’m with you on your old post.
It’s hard to find love into a busy life and I agree it is something that is not really definable. Sit around a bar and talk about it with people and you will see what I mean.
Until that time it won’t. That’s about it.
Like the song. No wooden heart.
Alice you are one of the kindest people I have ever had the privelege to be blogging friends with, or to know period
Think that if you found love too early you would always regret what could have been, or might just go out looking for more, so.…
It’s simply a matter of choice for you and you know that.
The heart is a large muscle in your chest nothing more; the rest is all in your head. The head that makes the choices.
Don’t lose the in between because your not ready for a final act; it is not always so black and white.
Throw away that film.
Happy Valentine’s Day Cooper.
Happy Snow too.
Enjoy the discount chocolate tomorrow.
Happy Valentine’s Day to you as well.
I couldn’t get the file to download. It’s probably my computer, it never seems to work at the right times.
The weather here has been so great. Nothing like that of New England or New York City. Today it was 68 degrees and the same is expected for tomorrow. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing some real snow for a change.
shayna: No?????
Hope had a great heart day.
wombat: same to you my friends including the hugs.
indie: kitschier is good.
jake: thank you.
mojo: you are certainly the most idealistically romatic person i have come across in cyberpspace. You ideas exceed anything i ever had even when i was very young. I wish for some of your thoughts at times.
mizzy bohem: happy day to you and the lova boy.
coyote: i certainly intend to.
bizman thanks.
pia: your too kind.
robotman: happy snow is right.
mj: i think we were due to some serious snow though.
Nah…have to agree with Shayna…no cold heart on the other side of the WON blog. You seem like a really sweet person…cynical, but sweet.
Love’s not really that hard, just a pain in the ass.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Happy Valentine’s Day to you too. I think you should be congratulated on not chasing every love rainbow that might have come your way. Most of them disappear in a surprisingly short time.
What’s this? You have a secret love for kitsch? Perhaps I should write you a poem…
That’s what you get when you grow up watching adolescent Canadian melodrama and always seem to be pining for women whose flaws never seem to see the light of day until you’re actually with them.
But it’s mostly due to the adolescent Canadian melodrama.
Man was I dead tired when I wrote that. The kid had me up most of the night… not going bonkers on him, now that’s love! ;-P
I think Pia said it best… I ditto her thoughts… there is a time for everything and when yours comes the cynicism will be no problem! Have a beautiful day everyday!
zenpro: hope your day was happy as well.
indie: you should.….….….. as I love poems.
weirsdo: it comes form having too many other things to chase at this time.…..prioritizing is my specialty. I may also be under the false impression that live is not something you chase it is just something that occurs.
mojo: but you see no women could ever live up to that…leaving you forever disappointed.….…..damn Canadians.
mizzy bohem: an beautiful day for all, we can all agree on that.
I knew I was doing something wrong. I’m going to delete all my blogs and start a poetry blog.
Alice, Happy belated Valentines day. For me V-day was tests and papers, then carving out some time to actually play with my children in the sun. I don’t find you to be particularly cold or cynical in my knowing of you… but people see what they will.
Love is one of those personal and ephemeral things. Sometimes love of what you do, where you’re going or what you’re chasing, or the love of wisdom, or knowledge is enough; For me at times anyway. I have never been a big celebrator of holidays in general, and Valentines Day is no exception, although I did get the wife a gift I think she liked (no need to torment others with my own beliefs – though I am guilty at times of this).
I think the heart is a lonely hunter. Maybe there is not love in that, but sometimes I think there is passion in the hunt regardless of what the prey.
indie: you are a poetry blog.
bell: I know what you mean , mine was prety busy as well much of the same. Nice that yu were able to carve out time to play with your children in the sun.…very important in light of all you write about and think about. Passion.…ah …another topic another time.
Love.
A powerful drug.
A sinful shudder.
And a full blast of heaven.
Rock on.
Alice: This is liable to go to my head. But it would look great on a t-shirt: “I am a poetry blog” What could people say to that?