<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:42:18.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love: Romantic Biochemistry</title><subtitle type='html'>lyrical evidence for the biochemical changes known as "being in love," and similar business&lt;A HREF="http://lyricsgame.blogspot.com"&gt;
&lt;IMG SRC="http://sandradodd.com/encore/lyricsgame.gif" align=right border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-1621859966107661550</id><published>2012-02-15T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T11:09:44.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Science of Love</title><content type='html'>Article in Parade Magazine, February 12, 2012&lt;A HREF="http://www.parade.com/health/2012/02/the-science-of-love.html"&gt;The Science of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Thanks to Deb Cunefare for sending that.)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-1621859966107661550?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/1621859966107661550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=1621859966107661550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/1621859966107661550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/1621859966107661550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2012/02/science-of-love.html' title='The Science of Love'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-7275275388335220814</id><published>2011-05-16T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T23:14:02.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"My longing has no time when it ceases"</title><content type='html'>Kate Abbe sent me a note and a link to a TED Talk by Helen Fisher.&lt;blockquote&gt;"You've probably heard of this lady but just in case you haven't here's the Ted Talk she gave. It could go with your collection on love and chemistry."&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OYfoGTIG7pY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire runs through my body with the pain of loving you &lt;br /&gt;Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you &lt;br /&gt;Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you &lt;br /&gt;Consumed by fire with my love for you &lt;br /&gt;I remember what you said to me &lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of your love for me &lt;br /&gt;I am torn by your love for me &lt;br /&gt;Pain and more pain &lt;br /&gt;Where are you going﻿ with my love? &lt;br /&gt;I am told you will go from here &lt;br /&gt;I am told you will leave me here &lt;br /&gt;My body is torn with grief &lt;br /&gt;Remember what I said, my love &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my love Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-7275275388335220814?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/7275275388335220814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=7275275388335220814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/7275275388335220814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/7275275388335220814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-longing-has-no-time-when-it-ceases.html' title='&quot;My longing has no time when it ceases&quot;'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OYfoGTIG7pY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-3306486357558379451</id><published>2011-01-12T11:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:50:42.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"... about a fifth of a second."</title><content type='html'>From Deb Cunefare:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2010/10/101022184957.htm"&gt;http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2010/10/101022184957.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A new meta-analysis study conducted by Syracuse University Professor Stephanie Ortigue reveals falling in love can elicit not only the same euphoric feeling as using cocaine, but also affects intellectual areas of the brain. Researchers also found falling in love only takes about a fifth of a second."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting article, I thought you'd like to see it. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-3306486357558379451?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/3306486357558379451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=3306486357558379451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/3306486357558379451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/3306486357558379451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2011/01/about-fifth-of-second.html' title='&quot;... about a fifth of a second.&quot;'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-4731578685510229870</id><published>2008-08-12T10:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:06:56.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I have to do</title><content type='html'>All I have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is look at you to show you&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kermit the Frog (Jim Henson) sang it, but I can't find who wrote it.  I'm guessing Joe Raposo or Jeff Moss.  If anyone knows for sure, please leave a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=right&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="350" height="142" id="player" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.actionext.com/swf/player.swf?artist=sesame_street&amp;song=if_i_were" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.actionext.com/swf/player.swf?artist=sesame_street&amp;song=if_i_were" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="350" height="142" name="player" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" allowFullScreen="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a poet &lt;br /&gt;I would write a sonnet &lt;br /&gt;It would say "I love you" &lt;br /&gt;Your name would be on it &lt;br /&gt;If I were a farmer &lt;br /&gt;I'd give you a bunny &lt;br /&gt;If I had a beehive &lt;br /&gt;You would get free honey &lt;br /&gt;Fa la la (many times) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a baker &lt;br /&gt;You could have a cruller &lt;br /&gt;If I were a painter &lt;br /&gt;Choose your favorite color &lt;br /&gt;If I had some diamonds &lt;br /&gt;I'd give you a few &lt;br /&gt;Anything to show you &lt;br /&gt;How much I love you &lt;br /&gt;Fa la la, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you guess my secret? &lt;br /&gt;I am not a poet &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't write a sonnet &lt;br /&gt;And I think you know it &lt;br /&gt;I am not a farmer &lt;br /&gt;Can't give you a bunny &lt;br /&gt;I don't have a beehive &lt;br /&gt;Sorry 'bout the honey &lt;br /&gt;Fa la la, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a baker &lt;br /&gt;Don't know bread from batter &lt;br /&gt;And I am not a painter &lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't matter &lt;br /&gt;I don't need a present &lt;br /&gt;All I have to do &lt;br /&gt;Is look at you to show you &lt;br /&gt;How much I love you &lt;br /&gt;Fa la la, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-4731578685510229870?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/4731578685510229870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=4731578685510229870' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/4731578685510229870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/4731578685510229870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-i-have-to-do.html' title='All I have to do'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-3151069954284949612</id><published>2008-05-27T17:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:16:39.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your ability to reason is swept away"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Love runs deeper than any ocean&lt;br /&gt;It clouds your mind with emotion.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=left width=425 hspace=5&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_dvHogknHyI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_dvHogknHyI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Plays the Fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok, so your heart is broken &lt;br /&gt;You're sitting around mopin', cryin', cryin' &lt;br /&gt;You say you're even thinking about dying &lt;br /&gt;Well, before you do anything rash, baby, listen to this &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody plays the fool, sometime &lt;br /&gt;There's no exception to the rule, listen baby &lt;br /&gt;It may be factual, it may be cruel, I ain't lying &lt;br /&gt;Everybody plays the fool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallin' in love is such an easy thing to do &lt;br /&gt;But there's no guarantee that the one you love is gonna love you &lt;br /&gt;Oh, loving eyes they cannot see a certain person could never be &lt;br /&gt;Love runs deeper than any ocean, it clouds your mind with emotion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody plays the fool, sometime &lt;br /&gt;There's no exception to the rule, listen baby &lt;br /&gt;It may be factual, it may be cruel, but I'm gonna tell you this&lt;br /&gt;Everybody plays the fool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How can you help it when the music starts to play &lt;br /&gt;And your ability to reason is swept away &lt;br /&gt;Oh, heaven on earth is all you see, you're out of touch with reality &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you cry, but when you do, next time around someone cries for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, everybody plays the fool, sometime &lt;br /&gt;Use your heart just like a tool, listen baby &lt;br /&gt;They never tell you so in school, I wanna say it again, &lt;br /&gt;Everybody plays the fool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody plays the fool, sometime &lt;br /&gt;There's no exception to the rule, listen baby &lt;br /&gt;It may be factual, it may be cruel, I ain't lying &lt;br /&gt;Everybody plays the fool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [by Rudy Clark, Kenny Williams &amp; Jim Bailey]&lt;br /&gt;Recorded by The Main Ingredient, and other people later:  Marvin Gaye, Aaron Neville...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-3151069954284949612?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/3151069954284949612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=3151069954284949612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/3151069954284949612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/3151069954284949612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2008/05/your-ability-to-reason-is-swept-away.html' title='&quot;Your ability to reason is swept away&quot;'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-8776275057075569236</id><published>2008-03-24T07:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T07:21:50.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nietzsche sez...</title><content type='html'>"When a man is in love he endures more than at other times; he submits to everything."&lt;br /&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-8776275057075569236?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/8776275057075569236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=8776275057075569236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/8776275057075569236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/8776275057075569236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2008/03/nietzsche-sez.html' title='Nietzsche sez...'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-2058049660304717117</id><published>2008-03-17T18:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:22:16.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is new and everything is you</title><content type='html'>I used to think that was sensible&lt;br /&gt;It makes the truth even more incomprehensible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Cause everything is new&lt;br /&gt;And everything is you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I've learned has overturned&lt;br /&gt;What can I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I quoted this song a year or more ago, but a different part.&lt;br /&gt;ABBA, Lay All Your Love on Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-2058049660304717117?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/2058049660304717117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=2058049660304717117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/2058049660304717117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/2058049660304717117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2008/03/everything-is-new-and-everything-is-you.html' title='Everything is new and everything is you'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-3289463620114927598</id><published>2008-03-15T06:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:26:49.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hot and cold fever and a cool cool sweat</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=right&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="350" height="142" id="player" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.actionext.com/swf/player.swf?artist=queen&amp;song=crazy_little_thing_called_love" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.actionext.com/swf/player.swf?artist=queen&amp;song=crazy_little_thing_called_love" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="350" height="142" name="player" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" allowFullScreen="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Read &lt;a target=_new href=http://www.actionext.com/names_q/queen_lyrics/crazy_little_thing_called_love.html&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;/i&gt; lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This thing called love I just can't handle it&lt;br /&gt;This thing called love I must get 'round to it&lt;br /&gt;I ain't ready&lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love&lt;br /&gt;This (this thing) called love (called love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cries like a baby&lt;br /&gt;In a cradle all night&lt;br /&gt;It swings (woo woo)&lt;br /&gt;It jives (woo woo)&lt;br /&gt;It shakes all over like a jelly fish,&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like it&lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my baby&lt;br /&gt;She knows how to rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;She gives me hot and cold fever&lt;br /&gt;Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be cool relax, get hip&lt;br /&gt;Get on my tracks&lt;br /&gt;Take a back seat, hitch-hike&lt;br /&gt;And take a long ride on my motor bike&lt;br /&gt;Until I'm ready (ready Freddie)&lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing called love I just can't handle it&lt;br /&gt;This thing called love I must get 'round to it&lt;br /&gt;I ain't ready&lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-3289463620114927598?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/3289463620114927598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=3289463620114927598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/3289463620114927598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/3289463620114927598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2008/03/hot-and-cold-fever-and-cool-cool-sweat.html' title='hot and cold fever and a cool cool sweat'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-3367622745571623605</id><published>2008-03-14T12:17:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:24:10.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life depends on your touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=right hspace=10&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is "Soul Deep," by The Box Tops.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uXeLn8zzoDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/uXeLn8zzoDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;I used to have a Project Playlist link but it died.  This is SO CLEVER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't know much&lt;br /&gt;I know I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;My life depends on your touch&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And my love is a river runnin' soul deep&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Way down inside me it's-a soul deep&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's too big to hide and it can't be denied&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My love is a river runnin' soul deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd work myself to death for ya&lt;br /&gt;Just to show I adore ya&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I wouldn't do for ya&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cause my love is a river runnin' soul deep&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Way down inside me it's-a soul deep&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's too big to hide and it can't be denied&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My love is a river runnin' soul deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever, ever hope to be&lt;br /&gt;Depends on your love for me&lt;br /&gt;Baby believe me&lt;br /&gt;If you should leave me&lt;br /&gt;I'd be nothin' but an empty shell&lt;br /&gt;I know darn well, I can tell, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much&lt;br /&gt;I know I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;My life depends on your touch&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And my love is a river runnin' soul deep&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Way down inside me it's-a soul deep&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's too big to hide and it can't be denied&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My love is a river runnin' soul deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;&amp;mdash; Wayne Carson Thompson &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-3367622745571623605?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/3367622745571623605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=3367622745571623605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/3367622745571623605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/3367622745571623605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-life-depends-on-your-touch.html' title='My life depends on your touch'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-2041834032837271898</id><published>2008-03-11T15:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:27:43.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapped around my heart, refusing to unwind</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=right hspace=10 width=350&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed style="width:340px; visibility:visible; height:110px;" allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player.swf?tomy=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/config/config_regular_noautostart.xml&amp;mywidth=435&amp;myheight=110&amp;file=http://www.musicplaylist.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=28440208" menu="false" quality="high" width="435" height="110" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0"/&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm gonna break away&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait and see&lt;br /&gt;I've never been imprisoned by&lt;br /&gt;A faded memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think I'm over her&lt;br /&gt;This broken heart will mend&lt;br /&gt;I hear her name and I have to cry&lt;br /&gt;The tears come down again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;This crazy love of mine&lt;br /&gt;Wraps around my heart&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to unwind&lt;br /&gt;Ooh-ooh, crazy love, ah...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count the stars in the southern sky&lt;br /&gt;That fall without a sound&lt;br /&gt;And then pretend that you can't hear&lt;br /&gt;These teardrops coming down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm gonna break away&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait and see&lt;br /&gt;I've never been imprisoned by&lt;br /&gt;A faded memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poco recorded it in 1979.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was written by Rusty Young, of Poco.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-2041834032837271898?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/2041834032837271898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=2041834032837271898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/2041834032837271898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/2041834032837271898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2008/03/wrapped-around-my-heart-refusing-to.html' title='Wrapped around my heart, refusing to unwind'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-160962715514496166</id><published>2008-02-14T11:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:32:25.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart has its own reasons...</title><content type='html'>I lifted this from a calendar entry for Valentine's Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;French philosopher Blaise Pascal (1623-62) wrote ‘Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît pas’-which translates as ‘The heart has its reasons which the mind knows nothing of.’&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it points to biochemistry beyond conscious awareness and control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-160962715514496166?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/160962715514496166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=160962715514496166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/160962715514496166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/160962715514496166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2008/02/heart-has-its-own-reasons.html' title='The heart has its own reasons...'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-7649388816704180010</id><published>2008-01-06T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:33:20.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Wave</title><content type='html'>Martha and the Vandellas, 1963:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain it, don't understand it&lt;br /&gt;I ain't never felt like this before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:120px;" allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/config/config_regular_noautostart.xml&amp;mywidth=435&amp;myheight=270&amp;playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=23345376" menu="false" quality="high" width="435" height="120" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0"/&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/create_regular.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us/standalone/23345376 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/launch_regular.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us/download/23345376&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/get_regular.jpg 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Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-5910462188531495464</id><published>2007-12-16T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:45:49.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning is Striking Again</title><content type='html'>Lou Christie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature's taken over my one-track mind&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not you're in my heart all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:120px;" allowScriptAccess="never" 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Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-725761104472414372</id><published>2007-08-26T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:06:12.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>People Say</title><content type='html'>The Dixie Cups, in "People Say," describe the feeling that love will last forever, and that other people's opinions are easy to disregard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say it's just a summer romance&lt;br /&gt;People say our love won't last for long&lt;br /&gt;They're so sure we will part&lt;br /&gt;But I know deep in my part&lt;br /&gt;That they are wrong &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (backup singers: I don't care what the people say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say it's just the way the stars shine&lt;br /&gt;And it really isn't love at all&lt;br /&gt;But each time that we kiss&lt;br /&gt;I just know we'll be like this&lt;br /&gt;Summer, winter and fall...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (backup singers: I don't care what the people say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the fade out, the background parts is:&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care what the people say&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care 'bout the people.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the people say&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care 'bout the people...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-725761104472414372?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/725761104472414372/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-7480858755996164721</id><published>2007-08-22T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T13:15:06.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do you Do It?</title><content type='html'>You give me a feeling in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like an arrow passing through it&lt;br /&gt;'Spose that you think you're very smart&lt;br /&gt;But won't you tell me how do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerry and the Pacemakers, 1960's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-7480858755996164721?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/7480858755996164721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=7480858755996164721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/7480858755996164721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/7480858755996164721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-do-you-do-it.html' title='How Do you Do It?'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-2425516048833149042</id><published>2007-07-26T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:51:08.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The only time I feel alright is by your side</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This is not as sweet as some of the other songs here, but still it seems to express the feeling of "foreverness" and nesting, and the exclusion of the rest of the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kinks, from 1964:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not content to be with you in the daytime&lt;br /&gt;Girl I want to be with you all of the time&lt;br /&gt;The only time I feel alright is by your side&lt;br /&gt;Girl I want to be with you all of the time&lt;br /&gt;All day and all of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you and me last forever&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, all day and night I'm yours, leave me never&lt;br /&gt;The only time I feel alright is by your side&lt;br /&gt;Girl I want to be with you all of the time&lt;br /&gt;All day and all of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:120px;" allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/config/config_regular_noautostart.xml&amp;mywidth=435&amp;myheight=120&amp;playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=23345983" menu="false" quality="high" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0"/&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/create_regular.jpg 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/2425516048833149042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/2425516048833149042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2007/07/only-time-i-feel-alright-is-by-your.html' title='The only time I feel alright is by your side'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-115449229617592808</id><published>2006-08-01T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T05:22:47.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We're always going to be newlyweds."</title><content type='html'>Last July Katie Holmes said she and Tom Cruise would &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2005/07/always-in-honeymoon-phase-not.html"&gt;always be in the honeymoon phase&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This July Heidi Klum said of her marriage to Seal:  "We're always going to be newlyweds.  I really hope so.  Things are good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that love will last forever seems universal to the "in love" experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-115449229617592808?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/115449229617592808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=115449229617592808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/115449229617592808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/115449229617592808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2006/08/were-always-going-to-be-newlyweds.html' title='&quot;We&apos;re always going to be newlyweds.&quot;'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-115449179315372119</id><published>2006-08-01T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:09:53.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know how I feel about you</title><content type='html'>I don't know how I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one way.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so many things, and all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy…&lt;br /&gt;but kind of scared too.&lt;br /&gt;Excited.&lt;br /&gt;Calm.&lt;br /&gt;Lost.&lt;br /&gt;Found.&lt;br /&gt;I feel safe in a way that I've never known, but in danger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing between us, whatever it is, it's stronger than me.&lt;br /&gt;Being with you is stronger than me alone.&lt;br /&gt;That's new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean Cain got to speak those words in the "Ordinary People" episode of Lois&amp;Clark&lt;br /&gt;written by Eugenie Ross-Leming and Brad Buckner, Season 3, Episode 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-115449179315372119?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/115449179315372119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=115449179315372119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/115449179315372119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/115449179315372119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-know-how-i-feel-about-you.html' title='I don&apos;t know how I feel about you'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-113674673446846916</id><published>2006-01-08T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T13:20:59.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I only want to be with you"</title><content type='html'>Dusty Springfield sang: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is that makes me love you so&lt;br /&gt;I only know I never wanna let you go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you started something, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That ever since we met you've had a hold on me&lt;br /&gt;It happens to be true, I only want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter where you go or what you do&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend each moment of the day with you&lt;br /&gt;Oh look what has happened with just one kiss&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could be in love like this&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy but it's true, I only want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You stopped and you smiled at me and asked if I cared to dance&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I fell into your open arms; I didn't stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listen honey— &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be beside you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;As long as we're together, honey, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you've started something, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That ever since we met you've had a hold on me&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do, I only want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This song is creditted to Ivor Raymonde &amp; Mike Hawker—don't know which did lyrics.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-113674673446846916?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/113674673446846916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=113674673446846916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/113674673446846916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/113674673446846916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-only-want-to-be-with-you.html' title='&quot;I only want to be with you&quot;'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-113592596932834931</id><published>2005-12-29T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:59:29.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong as wild horses</title><content type='html'>"Love will make you strong&lt;br /&gt;as a team of wild horses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from &lt;i&gt;You're a Big Boy Now&lt;/i&gt;, by The Lovin' Spoonful&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics by John Sebastian I think)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-113592596932834931?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/113592596932834931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=113592596932834931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/113592596932834931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/113592596932834931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2005/12/strong-as-wild-horses.html' title='Strong as wild horses'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-112681944993114807</id><published>2005-09-15T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:30:18.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strongest Knight Loses Strength</title><content type='html'>Dap?  I'm trembling with fear, and the strength has left my arms, and terrible feelings burn within me.  Tell me.  You're older than I.  You know this earth better than I. I only fell upon it a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dap:)  "What are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guenevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spake Lancelot in the musical Camelot.  Someone wrote those words, and Franco Nero spoke them with real feeling on Lancelot's behalf.  That doesn't make it binding, but it's more evidence.  He felt it as a weakness in his arms (which would indicate a biochemical change).  And he had the feeling of the world being all new to him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-112681944993114807?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/112681944993114807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=112681944993114807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/112681944993114807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/112681944993114807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2005/09/strongest-knight-loses-strength.html' title='Strongest Knight Loses Strength'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-112457717361378920</id><published>2005-08-20T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:45:57.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I just feel it in my guts."</title><content type='html'>On page 210 of &lt;i&gt;About a Boy&lt;/i&gt;, by Nick Hornby, Nick is telling Marcus that he wants Rachel to be his girlfriend.  Some is what he says, and some is what he thinks:&lt;blockquote&gt; He wanted Rachel to be his wife, his lover, the centre of his whole world; a girlfriend implied that he would see her from time to time, that she would have some kind of independent existence away from him and he didn't want that at all.&lt;br /&gt;                 . . . .&lt;br /&gt;(Marcus:)  "How do you know you want her to be your girlfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know.  I just feel it in my guts."   That was exactly where he felt it.  He wasn't feeling it in his heart, or his head, or even his groin; it was in his guts. . . .&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole chapter is about love, and how one knows, and what it feels like.  Much of the rest of the book is, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-112457717361378920?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/112457717361378920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=112457717361378920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/112457717361378920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/112457717361378920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-feel-it-in-my-guts.html' title='&quot;I just feel it in my guts.&quot;'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-112456083161661613</id><published>2005-08-20T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T12:00:31.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A grown-up woman:  Is love for kids?</title><content type='html'>I think people imprint and it might have something to do with biochemical love.  I think some people imprint a culture when they first really fall in love, and for the rest of their lives the kinds of clothing, food, music, houses and furnishings that were around them at that time will seem right, virtuous, homey.  Maybe this nesting urge involves more than the clingy capture of the mate of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll post twice, because I had already planned to come and transcribe a book passage, and the book is here on my typing stand, but I needed to work on a photoshop project and so while I was doctoring the shadows off of scanner art, I wanted to listen to something I wouldn't have to listen to very hard, and stuck in Abba Gold, a greatest hits CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO!  Here are song lyrics sneaking into my morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It was like shooting a sitting duck&lt;br /&gt;   A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck&lt;br /&gt;   I still don't know what you've done with me&lt;br /&gt;   A grown-up woman should never fall so easily&lt;br /&gt;   I feel a kind of fear&lt;br /&gt;   When I don't have you near&lt;br /&gt;   Unsatisfied, I skip my pride&lt;br /&gt;   I beg you dear...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From "Lay All your Love on Me,"  by Benny Andersson and Björn Ulvaeus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should grown-up women not fall so easily?  Is it something people tend to outgrow, biochemically, or do they just become more logical and strong-minded and able to see it for the temporary state it is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-112456083161661613?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/112456083161661613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=112456083161661613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/112456083161661613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/112456083161661613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2005/08/grown-up-woman-is-love-for-kids.html' title='A grown-up woman:  Is love for kids?'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-112248475787434846</id><published>2005-07-27T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T12:38:10.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty and the Beast</title><content type='html'>"Love can turn a man into a beast, but love can also make an ugly man handsome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—the newly-transformed former-beast, to Belle, in Cocteau's 1946 &lt;i&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/i&gt; which is on DVD and has WONDERFUL extra features (in addition to being pretty impressive for a 60-year-old  movie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-112248475787434846?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/112248475787434846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=112248475787434846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/112248475787434846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/112248475787434846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2005/07/beauty-and-beast.html' title='Beauty and the Beast'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-112179977025409674</id><published>2005-07-19T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T13:02:50.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amortentia</title><content type='html'>"Amortentia doesn't really create &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;, of course, it is impossible to manufacture or imitate love.  No, this will simply cause a powerful infatuation or obsession.  It is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this room—oh yes," he said, nodding gravely at Malfoy and Nott, both of whom were smirking skeptically.  "When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt; —Professor Slughorn,&lt;br&gt; in &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-112179977025409674?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/112179977025409674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=112179977025409674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/112179977025409674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/112179977025409674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2005/07/amortentia.html' title='Amortentia'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-112085507112749868</id><published>2005-07-08T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T13:09:07.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"always in honeymoon phase" ??  Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Tom and I will always be in our honeymoon phase,"&lt;/b&gt; Holmes says in W, on newsstands July 22. In the interview, a theme emerges with many similar comments, including &lt;b&gt;"Tom is the most incredible man in the world."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That biochemical rush is SO STRONG in her (plus there's an overlay of attention and the charge of the focus of Tom Cruise and all HIS attention, direct and indirect) that it feels like it will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ends.  But before it ends, lots of people promise "forever."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education will hardly help, because people who aren't in love don't feel they need to know, and people who are drenched in the love-chemicals cannot be reasoned with nor dissuaded or distracted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-112085507112749868?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/112085507112749868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=112085507112749868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/112085507112749868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/112085507112749868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2005/07/always-in-honeymoon-phase-not.html' title='&quot;always in honeymoon phase&quot; ??  Not.'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-112017718185512338</id><published>2005-06-30T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:21:19.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The trouble with love is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;The trouble with love is &lt;br /&gt;      it can tear you up inside,&lt;br /&gt;          make your heart believe a lie;&lt;br /&gt;                it's stronger than your pride.&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with love is&lt;br /&gt;      It doesn't care how fast you fall,&lt;br /&gt;           and you can't refuse the call;&lt;br /&gt;                see, you've got no say at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composed by Evan Rogers and Carl Sturken&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-112017718185512338?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/112017718185512338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=112017718185512338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/112017718185512338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/112017718185512338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2005/06/trouble-with-love-is.html' title='The trouble with love is...'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-111973947172679049</id><published>2005-06-25T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T16:47:02.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Unidentifiable Malaise"</title><content type='html'>A quote, from somewhere (everywhere, recently):&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On ABC's Primetime Live, Pitt told Diane Sawyer that tabloid stories saying that his 4-1/2-year marriage to Aniston ended because he wanted children and she did not are, "Ridiculous bull---t ... completely fabricated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what happened, Pitt told W magazine that couples often experience an "unidentifiable malaise." "You don't know what's wrong because the marriage is everything you signed up for." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the wildly biochemical in-love probably feels like "unidentifiable malaise."  There are songs about that too, I'm sure ("the thrill is gone" kinds of things) but collecting those would be depressing, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, I thought lately that probably the reason this has been on my mind so much is that I have three teenagers and it might be nice to prepare them somewhat for the in-loves that might come, though I've seen them be very picky about who they'll be interested in.  I suspect perhaps it has to do with &lt;A HREF="http://sandradodd.com/unschooling"&gt;unschooling&lt;/a&gt;, at least insofar as they have been around people of all ages all these years, and they don't have a clique at  school expecting them to report all the details of their "dates" or declare who they like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-111973947172679049?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/111973947172679049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=111973947172679049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/111973947172679049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/111973947172679049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2005/06/unidentifiable-malaise.html' title='&quot;Unidentifiable Malaise&quot;'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-111940153956697816</id><published>2005-06-21T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T18:52:19.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Petula Clark says...</title><content type='html'>My love is warmer than the warmest sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;Softer than a sigh;&lt;br /&gt;My love is deeper than the deepest ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Wider than the sky.&lt;br /&gt;My love is brighter than the brightest star&lt;br /&gt;That shines every night above&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing in this world&lt;br /&gt;That can ever change my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened to my heart&lt;br /&gt;The day that I met you&lt;br /&gt;Something that I never felt before;&lt;br /&gt;You are always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do,&lt;br /&gt;And every day it seems I want you more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-111940153956697816?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/111940153956697816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=111940153956697816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/111940153956697816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/111940153956697816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2005/06/petula-clark-says.html' title='Petula Clark says...'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-111931346944442585</id><published>2005-06-20T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T18:34:12.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so into you...</title><content type='html'>. . .I can't think of nothin' else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so into you&lt;br /&gt;I can't get to nothing else&lt;br /&gt;I am so into you&lt;br /&gt;I can't get to nothing else &lt;p align="right"&gt;Atlanta Rhythm Section&lt;/p&gt;Found this commentary in a journal &lt;a href="http://froggies-lilypad.com/archives/2004/01/entry_13_1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is one of those songs that has a strange, complicated story as to why I love it. It's not a song for everyone, and it's definitely not a song for those who are well-adjusted or sane. It is, however, the most romantic song about being compulsively obsessed with someone ever written. In this day and age, it's called stalking. In the 70's, it was called romance." (There's more there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids have a song they call "That Stalker Song." It's not this one, but it's another one that might be illustrative (or might just be a stalker song): &lt;blockquote&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every step you take&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be watching you &lt;p align="right"&gt;(and you might as well not call the police,&lt;br /&gt;because it WAS &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/police,-the/110051.html"&gt;The Police&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-111931346944442585?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/111931346944442585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=111931346944442585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/111931346944442585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/111931346944442585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-so-into-you.html' title='I am so into you...'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-111929254265175592</id><published>2005-06-20T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T18:40:09.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes...</title><content type='html'>Of songs that offer clues to how it feels to be "in love" (the big uncontrollable first love), I think nothing says it better than The Troggs' &lt;em&gt;Love is All Around Me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing shows the oblivion of the lover better than their line &lt;blockquote&gt;You know I love you, I always will&lt;br /&gt;My mind's made up by the way that I feel.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it DOES feel that way. And that brings to mind a quote from a recent movie, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Maybe feelings are feelings because we can't control them." &lt;/span&gt;A fine movie, partly about love. Not much. And while most feelings can be controlled, "in love" is the least controllable of all. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Your love is all around me, and so the feeling grows;&lt;br /&gt;It's written on the wind, it's everywhere I go,&lt;br /&gt;So if you really love me, come on and let it show.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you, I always will&lt;br /&gt;My mind's made up by the way that I feel;&lt;br /&gt;There's no beginning, there'll be no end,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause on my love you can depend.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face before me as I lay on my bed;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda get to thinkin' of all the things you've said;&lt;br /&gt;You gave your promise to me, and I gave mine to you;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone beside me in everything I do.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you like that, be sure and see the movie &lt;em&gt;Love Actually&lt;/em&gt;, starring that song and many other British stars (and a few Americans).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-111929254265175592?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/111929254265175592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=111929254265175592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/111929254265175592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/111929254265175592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-feel-it-in-my-fingers-i-feel-it-in.html' title='I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes...'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13819997.post-111928773667492120</id><published>2005-06-20T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T18:42:31.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Call for Ideas</title><content type='html'>I'm interested in "what love is," biochemically speaking. I read about a very cool study a few years back and can't remember it all, but one aspect was evidence from song lyrics (and poetry and other literature? Don't remember.) &lt;p&gt;These aren't the study I'm thinking of, but when I find that I'll link it too. Someone said there's a part of your brain (a physical part, not just a biochemical flush) that grows when you're "in-love"/mating, and then recedes after a while. He was collecting song lyrics, too, I heard. Can't remember where I read it. Here's some stuff to read in the meantime. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.histosearch.com/histonet/Feb00/LOVEBIOCHEMICALASPECTS.A.html"&gt;LOVE: BIOCHEMICAL ASPECTS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alwayssweethearts.com/FUN-WITH-ROMANCE_What-love-does-to-your-brain.html" target="_top"&gt;What love does to your brain &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13819997-111928773667492120?l=biochemicallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/feeds/111928773667492120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13819997&amp;postID=111928773667492120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/111928773667492120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13819997/posts/default/111928773667492120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biochemicallove.blogspot.com/2005/06/call-for-ideas.html' title='Call for Ideas'/><author><name>Sandra Dodd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11853107998229753762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izG9_I7ZN30/SOFm4_ALBFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HEq1MkF_yac/S220/SandraPicnic50k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
