As with each beginning...

There is an end.

As it is with this blog. I am in the process of moving to another blog. I may keep these up for historical sake, but other than this posting, all my writings will occur as follows;

Rasing Dad - new blog site
Gregs Pocketbook - new business site
Facebook me - find me on Wastebook
Gregs Pocketbook - Facebook Page

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daT is now on last.fm

I've started using last.fm and am finding myself hooked. Well, it IS a new playtoy and am only in the initial stages, but it looks interesting so far. I use Winamp as my player as I abhor the ubiquitous WMP. I've tried foobar extensively but find it too much for what I need and use.

So, I thought I'd see how I could get what I listen to on to my page here and I came up with last.fm.

What is Last.fm?
Last.fm is a music service that lets you discover new music you like, based on the music you already listen to.
The Last.fm website is filled with tons of information on artists, albums and tracks, more music similar to them, charts and other statistics and more, all built by the Last.fm users who’re keeping track of what they’re listening to with Last.fm.

You can read about artists you like, check out their most popular tracks, browse their album and find out what other artists are similar to them; learn about upcoming events, explore interesting genres, listen to music and watch videos.


daT links...
daT's Profile
daT's Library
daT's Recently Played
Some helpful last.fm links...
Last.fm FAQ
Scrobblers

Check out my profile and lemme know what you think, and/or add me!

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It is what it is.

I've had quite a day thanks!

And though I've been busy I am working on a post that is worthy of today's events.

I'll share this quote to begin, and then finish up the post tomorrow.

"If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever." Read More...

Love is...

I've loved two women in my life.

At the age of 47 I consider that not too bad. I don't throw the word around lightly as I know what it's like to love someone over a period of decades. I may not speak to my first love anymore (just the way it is sometimes) but I certainly still, and always will, love her. My most recent lover... that's another matter entirely. I've blogged about my experiences of late many a time, and will more than likely continue to do so as I'm sure she will remain the last woman I truly love.

You may/may not recall a single panel comic strip from a while back entitled Love is... Was in black/white and there was one panel that I still recall to this day. Love is... no fun without her. Which is pretty much where I stand right now with my last love. Currently we're only swapping messages on Wastebook (with thanks to Goddo frontman Greg Godovitz for the phrase). It is my hope that we reunite as best of friends and failing that, have a respectful goodbye. We each deserve that.

And I'm okay with that.

But, what is Love?

Wikipedia defines Love as "the emotion of strong affection and personal attachment". In my mind there's a whole heck of a lot more to love than simply that.

How about a dictionary definition from reference.com? The dictionary defines love as "a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person." Nope, that doesn't do it for me either.

Perhaps then Love is simply indescribable.

What I do is thus... if you still love someone today, then it's love. If you no longer love them, you never did.

That's about the best I can do.

With that here's something I came across contained within an image file which I transcribed here.

Enjoy!

What is love?

Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, and is your voice caught within your chest? - It isn't love, it's like.

You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?- It isn't love it's lust.

Are you proud and eager to show them off?- It isn't love, it's pride.

Do you want them because you know they're there?- It isn't love, it's loneliness.

Do you want them because it's what everyone wants?- It isn't love, it's loyalty.

Are you there because they kissed you or held your hand?- It isn't love, it's low confidence.

Do you stay for their confessions of love because you don't want to hurt them?- It isn't love, it's pity.

Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skp a beat?- It isn't love, it's infatuation.

Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?- It isn't love, it's friendship.

Do you tell them every day that they are the only one you think of?- It isn't love, it's a lie.

Are you willing to give all your favourite things for their sake?- It isn't love, it's charity.

Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?- Then it's love.

Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?- Then it's love.

Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?- Then it's love.

Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there?- Then it's love.

Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?- Then it's love.

Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?- Then it's love.

Would you give them your heart, your life... your death?

Think about that for a second...

There are images which fit this post which can be found under the heading Slideshows - Just Because, no, not here, along the left of this page. You can also look under the heading The Basics of daT - Quotations, for further reading.

I'll finish off by saying that I love my kids (now 21 and 19), but I classify that love as different than romantic love, which was the subject of this post.

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Chivalry and character...

Chivalry can be defined as having the sum ideal qualities of a knight (*snicker*) whereas character can be distinguised from being a character.

I myself always make the effort to hold the door ajar for a woman (of any age really), simply because it's the polite gesture to make. Sure it's often not acknowledged (whereupon I loudly proclaim 'you're welcome'), but it's something I believe in and will continue to do. Same goes for holding out a chair, walking on this inside of a sidewalk (did you remember that one?) and offering my hand as she exits a vehicle or raises out of a chair.

This post has its origins in an article I've just read entitled Don’t sweat it, guys: Chivalry ain’t chauvinism, again by the Gloabe and Mail's columnist Micah Toub.

His provocative opinions in the area of relationships is appealing to me. Not that I necessarily agree with everything he argues, I simply enjoy the fact that the subject is being presented in the first place. Old fashioned? Unappreciated gestures? Bah!

For example Toub posits the onus is on the male to make the appropriate overtures on that most stressful of days known as Valentine's Day. I wholeheartedly disagree! Why shouldn't/couldn't your woman participate instead of sitting back and waiting for the proverbial dozen roses and bottle of Chardonnay?

More to come...
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I heard a little girl...

What she said was something beautiful.

With those lyrics from My Friends as performed by the Red Hot Chili Peppers (youtube video here), I find myself thinking of My One Who Got Away.

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry... you don't know how lovely you are.

Again, lyrics are front and centre in my mind. These from Coldplay's The Scientist (video posted on site here). With 2011 now underway I find myself alone again, and yet looking ahead with some measure of anticipation. There's a certain degree of concern associated with said anticipation as not only AM I alone but with Mom passing in 2009 my family has gotten smaller as well. My kids (about to be 22 and 19) are now out on their own and so my day to day life is simpler. Simple and quiet...

For a few months now my 'BEEN SAID' quote has been "Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves." This has certainly been a central theme of mine of late. Still, the end of the beginning, right?

Is this 'the' reason I'm fixating on you?

No, I think not.

I'm thinking of you as I've no choice in the matter... I simply Love Her.

I sacrificed our relationship (so I keep telling myself) so's to deliver a much needed smack upside the head the likes of which she'd never before seen (or likely will ever again). I say 'keep telling myself' because a certain amount of disappointment and hurt are associated with that sacrifice. Ah, I'll leave this in greater detail for another ramble.

With that, I'll leave you with Creed performing My Sacrifice...



And that's all that needs be said, for now.

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An A-Z of 2010

With thanks to the National Post's columnist Gary Clements, here's a pic (click for large view) of the year 2010 A-Z review, with a distinctly Canadian slant.

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