Broke up with my girlfriend about two months ago now. We had been seeing each other on and off for about three years. She is a beautiful woman but we really did not have enough in common. And of course any relationship with Morrisey's The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get as a theme song is probably doomed to failure anyway. I'm at the point where I get that achy lonely feeling sometimes, but I'm still not ready to do anything about it.

Romantic Films

Un Coeur en Hiver (1992). A tale of love between a violinist and a cold hearted violin maker. The leads in this film were recently married, and the sparks that fly when they look at each other are more powerful than any bedroom sex scene.

Solaris (2002) Better than the 1971 version. George Clooney as a psychologist sent to a space station orbiting a mysterious planet to determine what has happened to the crew. An incomprehsible intelligence on the planet recreates the psychologist's dead wife from his memories. Clooney's character blamed himself for his wife's suicide and had never recovered emotionally. Even recognizing that this is a recreation based upon his mental image and not the reality of his wife, Clooney can not help but try to reclaim his relationship. A lot of people complained about the slow pace of this movie but it really worked for me.


Romantic Music:

Ye olde Moonlight Sonata' by Ludwig Von, and pretty much anything by The Dave Matthews Band.


Here's a passage from fantasy writer Megan Lindholm (aka Robin Hobb)'s "Assassin's Apprentice" that tickles me fancy:

"'Eda forbid. You'd be wasted on them. They wouldn't have the wit to understand you, or heart to appreciate you.'

"Molly looked down at down at her work-worn hands. 'Who would then?' she asked softly.

"Boys are fools. The conversation had grown and twined around us, my words coming as naturally as breathing to me. I had not intended any flattery, or subtle courtship. The sun was beginning to dip into the water, and we sat close by one another and the beach before us was like the world at our feet. If I had said at that moment, 'I would,' I think her heart would have tumbled into my awkward hands like ripe fruit from a tree. I think she might have kissed me and sealed herself to me of her own free will. But I couldn't grasp the immensity of what I had suddenly knew I had come to feel for her. It drove the simple truth from my lips, and I sat dumb. Half a moment later Smithy came, wet and sandy, barreling into us, so that Molly leaped to her feet to save her skirts, and the opportunity was lost forever, blown away like spray on the wind."