"And who's to say this isn't what happens?"

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures
and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me...


I know the info area of this blog makes it seem as if it is one heavily based on technological nuances of Apple products, and to those who have tuned in on the hopes of reading reviews on the latest line of ipods or consumer uses for rarely spoken of software I am deeply apologetic. In truth, this blog was created with the sole purpose of giving advice. Apples-a-day, if you will, to help combat whatever may ail one throughout his or her wanderings and the small tidbits of wisdom that I've picked up along the way. Now, there will be many a post devoted to my geeking out on new apple products, musical releases, attended concerts, art, food, and the like, but for today I shall deviate from the normal post. Many of these nuggets of knowledge are just thoughts being mulled over, and others - such as todays - at times fall from the sky as if through gravitational inspiration ( I promise the cheap Apple references and jokes will cease with time ). Whether it be the day or just the emotion passing through, todays post is about love. Cheesy I know, but few things inspire me to write, much less share those writings, more than its' idea and practice. So, for my first blog post ever, to love...


The lyrics above are from Peter Gabriels' rendition of the Magnetic Fields' "The Book of Love". He took a rather upbeat acoustic song, written by a group that was more known for their synth pop hits than love songs, and turned it into a rather mellowed and orchestral honest approach towards romance and courtship. Though lyrically identical, the difference in performance gives the song the perspective of one who is in love, one who has read this so called book and has found its' formulaic flaws. Instead of sounding as one bitterly raging against the books rules and suggestions, the song is made to sound as if there will always be more to love than can be written in a book, more to commitment than can be expressed to anyone outside of such an engagement. And Peter Gabriel is right.


There are no rules to love, no regulations on what to do, who to be, how to dance, and what to give. In the end love is about one thing; two people, and one would do well to keep it as simple as that. Maybe we should love blindly. Not blind to the glaring discrepancies in the characters of others, but with a blind optimism towards how grand each and every love can be. We are all meant to love without fear, with the candid exuberance of children, and there is no book that can teach one how to do that. In the end, love - like life - cannot be taught but must be experienced. We must love with a sense of reckless abandon or risk never truly living out life with love. So in the spirit of love...


"Who can tell me that my fantasy's won't come true? Just this once..."


Dream big people. Hope to post again soon!