Monthly Archives: December 2012

“It sounds like a refrain of a song.”


The girl who daydreamed (as a child) that Prince Charming would come on his white steed to marry her is perhaps ecstatically happy when that flatfooted salesman arrives on the train from Chicago and proposes to her. He is Prince Charming for her, and no one derives greater happiness than this girl when she can show off her engagement ring to her friends. She and her salesman fiancé, exuberant with joy about his achievement, have experienced the fulfillment of their childhood wishes, however modified and qualified. They still live in a world of fairy tales.

How little is needed to make people happy! We think of that minimum of satisfaction of the need to be loved and it makes us wonder. It sounds like a refrain of a song.

Happiness is restricted to hours, if not to minutes, and can be sometimes easily achieved; but to achieve enduring contentment is quite another matter.

Theodor Reik
from The Need to be Loved

Our christmas tree

Earlier this month I wrote about my Brooklyn apartment and our celebration of Hanukkah. This is my last night in Brooklyn before going back to the Berkshires for Christmas and so I wanted to post some pictures of our Brooklyn Christmas tree.

Since someone I know is allergic to Christmas trees, this year we decided to make our own. The process was really easy and I recommend it to anyone. ALl we did was rip out pages or parts of magazine pages that were green and glued them onto our wall in the form of a christmas tree. Pretty, huh? Happy almost Christmas Hart Beat!

Our christmas tree

Earlier this month I wrote about my Brooklyn apartment and our celebration of Hanukkah. This is my last night in Brooklyn before going back to the Berkshires for Christmas and so I wanted to post some pictures of our Brooklyn Christmas tree.

Since someone I know is allergic to Christmas trees, this year we decided to make our own. The process was really easy and I recommend it to anyone. ALl we did was rip out pages or parts of magazine pages that were green and glued them onto our wall in the form of a christmas tree. Pretty, huh? Happy almost Christmas Hart Beat!

I don’t want you hangin’ around

A. wins! I have been looking for this song in a youtube version for about six months now so I can share it with you Hart Beat. Tonight I was playing guitar and listened to this song over and over, now you can too! This song is amazing and, as my friend K. said, when you sing along with it you get to say “I don’t want you hangin’ around no more” over and over again.

“I Don’t Want You Hangin’ Around”
Emma Hill and Her Gentlemen Callers
And, in case (like I did) you want to know the lyrics to this amazing song, look no farther. A. and I figured out the whole thing.
Found the devil in the bottom of the bottle
Said girl you’re doing just fine
Called my mother in the middle of the night
Shaking to the bone I knew you wasn’t right

Called to ask her to send more money
bank is empty and the phone stopped ringing
I don’t know where I’m headed no more

Caught a glimpse of a shadow in the dark
Looked a little cold and he looked a little lonely
Threw a diamond in the bottom of your well
I took a wrong turn somewhere ended up at the bottom of this hill
Asking why I said yes to you

Turned my back on the ones I love
Turned my back on the ones I love

Had to leave for a while 
You’d stayed, put my picture in a locket
Gotta ask you now to give that back

I’ve walked too many miles
If I hide my love from you
It’s the only way to bid you goodbye
I don’t want you hangin’ around no more
I don’t want you hangin’ around

Emptied out all my pockets and my soul too
Gonna start afresh, gonna start anew
Look at there the sun is shining
Gonna take these glasses off
Gonna say the things I meant to say to you

I will say the things you couldn’t
I will do the things you wouldn’t
We’ll both go our separate ways
I don’t mind taking the low road
Found in you what I didn’t have
Devils gone now how do you like that
I ain’t gonna fall, I ain’t gonna be left

Woke up sober next day
Turned on the big bright lights
Cracked out a notebook and my favorite pen
Called my father but I couldn’t stop crying
Said girl, well at least you ain’t lying
Oh you forget me now

I called up the man
Nobody answered
Guess that’s for the best anyhow
I don’t you hangin’ around no more
I don’t want you hangin’ around

I don’t want you hangin’ around

A. wins! I have been looking for this song in a youtube version for about six months now so I can share it with you Hart Beat. Tonight I was playing guitar and listened to this song over and over, now you can too! This song is amazing and, as my friend K. said, when you sing along with it you get to say “I don’t want you hangin’ around no more” over and over again.

“I Don’t Want You Hangin’ Around”
Emma Hill and Her Gentlemen Callers
And, in case (like I did) you want to know the lyrics to this amazing song, look no farther. A. and I figured out the whole thing.
Found the devil in the bottom of the bottle
Said girl you’re doing just fine
Called my mother in the middle of the night
Shaking to the bone I knew you wasn’t right

Called to ask her to send more money
bank is empty and the phone stopped ringing
I don’t know where I’m headed no more

Caught a glimpse of a shadow in the dark
Looked a little cold and he looked a little lonely
Threw a diamond in the bottom of your well
I took a wrong turn somewhere ended up at the bottom of this hill
Asking why I said yes to you

Turned my back on the ones I love
Turned my back on the ones I love

Had to leave for a while 
You’d stayed, put my picture in a locket
Gotta ask you now to give that back

I’ve walked too many miles
If I hide my love from you
It’s the only way to bid you goodbye
I don’t want you hangin’ around no more
I don’t want you hangin’ around

Emptied out all my pockets and my soul too
Gonna start afresh, gonna start anew
Look at there the sun is shining
Gonna take these glasses off
Gonna say the things I meant to say to you

I will say the things you couldn’t
I will do the things you wouldn’t
We’ll both go our separate ways
I don’t mind taking the low road
Found in you what I didn’t have
Devils gone now how do you like that
I ain’t gonna fall, I ain’t gonna be left

Woke up sober next day
Turned on the big bright lights
Cracked out a notebook and my favorite pen
Called my father but I couldn’t stop crying
Said girl, well at least you ain’t lying
Oh you forget me now

I called up the man
Nobody answered
Guess that’s for the best anyhow
I don’t you hangin’ around no more
I don’t want you hangin’ around

Romantic foreign words

Last night G., A. and I were having a cozy roommate night and G. came across this great site on stumble-upon. The site lists different words in other languages that describe romantic feelings that the english language has no specific word for. As a Spanish major and a hopeless romantic, I found this list breathtaking and hope you do too Hart Beat.

Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan):
The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start.

Retrouvailles (French): 
The happiness of meeting again after a long time. 

La Douleur Exquise (French): 
The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

Koi No Yokan (Japanese): 
The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love. 

Saudade (Portuguese): 
The feeling of longing for someone that you love and is lost. Another linguist describes it as a “vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist.”

Look here for a list of all the words. They all slay me. 

Romantic foreign words

Last night G., A. and I were having a cozy roommate night and G. came across this great site on stumble-upon. The site lists different words in other languages that describe romantic feelings that the english language has no specific word for. As a Spanish major and a hopeless romantic, I found this list breathtaking and hope you do too Hart Beat.

Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan):
The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start.

Retrouvailles (French): 
The happiness of meeting again after a long time. 

La Douleur Exquise (French): 
The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

Koi No Yokan (Japanese): 
The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love. 

Saudade (Portuguese): 
The feeling of longing for someone that you love and is lost. Another linguist describes it as a “vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist.”

Look here for a list of all the words. They all slay me. 

On love, from Vincent Van Gogh

… Theo, I love her, her and no other, her forever.
And, and, and, Theo, although the “no, never, ever” still “seems”
to be in full sway, there is a feeling of someone
like redemption within me, and it is as if she
and I had stopped being two and were
united for all eternity.

Vincent Van Gogh from a letter to his brother, Theo