Bistro Bijou

[Angeline]

this is in celebration

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRMbdU0u0PQ

i got a job, i got a job i got a job hey hey hey hey

Congrats sweetie.

 

[LeBroz]

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a little off the beaten path...

& it loads faster than YouTube

I know - bj's already seen this...

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[Safe_Bet]

LeBroz Stop. Put your hands up and step away from the Badger! I mean that!

Last time somebody started a video wars, Anshul escalated to thermo nuclear Barney! You do not want that on you conscious, do you?

Here, I know you're upset. Let THIS soothe you.

BTW, Leon. Do you know this guy? If you do, can you tell him to stop doing that!

​

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I am back but in very sad mode while I was away we got a call that my old dog had died suddenly .... we have just buried him under the hawthorn in the shade next to his grandmother

 

[Safe_Bet]

I am back but in very sad mode while I was away we got a call that my old dog had died suddenly .... we have just buried him under the hawthorn in the shade next to his grandmother

Welcome back hun. We missed you. Big hugs on the passing of your pup.

 

[LeBroz]

LeBroz Stop. Put your hands up and step away from the Badger! I mean that!

Last time somebody started a video wars, Anshul escalated to thermo nuclear Barney! You do not want that on you conscious, do you?

Here, I know you're upset. Let THIS soothe you.

BTW, Leon. Do you know this guy? If you do, can you tell him to stop doing that!

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What's a conscious? Besides, I'm just lurking so I'll miss the fallout.

That is one sick badger - I ain't touching that; the other kind of equipment is much better.

Well, gotta run & get the car out of the shop. Another $1,500 annual inspection. *ouch* Third time it's happened in the past four years - last year was the only time it just cost $25.

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[unpredictablebijou]

I am back but in very sad mode while I was away we got a call that my old dog had died suddenly .... we have just buried him under the hawthorn in the shade next to his grandmother

oh sweetie I'm sorry. That's so hard, I know, and it's rough enough to come home from a nice vacation without extra sadness.

It is awfully nice to have you back though. It's been too damn quiet around here without you.

bj

 

[sassynyc]

I am back but in very sad mode while I was away we got a call that my old dog had died suddenly .... we have just buried him under the hawthorn in the shade next to his grandmother

Glad to have you home. Sorry to hear about your dog. You are in thought.
*hugs*

 

[Homburg]

*hugs to UYS*

I'm sorry for your loss, darlin

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*hugs to UYS*

I'm sorry for your loss, darlin

HI Hommie!

I was so maddened and busy last week I missed actually wishing you a happy birthday until now. So yeah - congratulations on continuing to age. It does beat the alternative...

bj

 

[Homburg]

HI Hommie!

I was so maddened and busy last week I missed actually wishing you a happy birthday until now. So yeah - congratulations on continuing to age. It does beat the alternative...

bj

Thank you, darlin. The birthday was fab. It's just the following week that has sucked incredibly hard.

There is a girl in a bed in a hospital in a town,
and I'm six hundred fucking miles away.

I don't really have words for how I feel right now. I'm down to fragments of words, half emotions.

 

[champagne1982]

This has been a difficult week for some of my best loved companions on this globe. My thoughts are with you all. It is no more difficult to either lose a pet, a brother or to be so far away that you feel incapable of giving support to an ill friend. I can only let you know that your feelings for fellow travellers honour me in my choice of folks I admire and count amongst my favourite personalities. You are all high in my thoughts.

If my beloved Michael has a chance to read this, I understand your sadness, my darling.
Dear Annie, I am glad your dog had you as mistress. I'm sure you gave joy to that all too brief an existance.
Hommie, your long distance support very likely holds more worth to your companion than all of the shallow wishes of acquaintances offered beside her bed.

The world goes on, how lovely it does so, is up to us. You all make my world pretty gorgeous. Thankyou.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Quiet?!! The first thing to greet me was a bloody swinging badger! Which I had to get off the screen mighty quick before Ron asked what sort of place I was frequenting!
Thankyou so much for your condolences the hard part was not being here for him when he needed me in his distress though quite why my sister phoned and told me is somewhat beyond me when I was in the middle of the Med somewhere miles from land and the damned thing was she phoned the ship from my landline which cost more money than I care to mention and the phone company threw a wobbly and put a call bar on the line and there was me trying to find out why from my mobile in Montenegro!!
Sorry I missed your birthday Hombie but hugs back to you and yours

 

[unpredictablebijou]

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Heartbreak is not necessarily a bad thing.

Sometimes our hearts break for sad reasons, but sometimes the heart can be purposefully broken by beauty, in order to reset an injury.

When my heart begins to feel sprained, or crooked, or dark, I seek ways to break it, and one of my favorites, oddly enough, is gospel music. That and township jive. So I thought I'd share my Prescription for a Properly Broken Heart, in various forms. Seems appropriate at the moment.

I advise allowing yourself to cry, if you're comfortable doing so. That will indicate that the Heart has been properly broken and is now healing correctly.

So. Some beauty:

Soweto Gospel Choir

And if this doesn't grow some wings on you, I'll give you a nickel.

Then let this wander through your head for a while. It's an incomplete song sample, but it's enough to give you a good bump.


Alright, I've begun it. Let's spend a little while breaking each other's hearts with beauty. Tell me what works for you.

bj

eta: oh lookit what I found. This one had me dancing in the aisle.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

He stood four square
my tank of a boy
born of a warrior race bred long ago
to fight his own kind.
Yet those brown eyes
showed the soul of a gentleman.
now dimmed forever
I could not stay to watch
his final blanket
while the angels, the sky and I cried.

 

[Safe_Bet]

I'm not so much into gospel, but I LOVE children's choirs. HERE is a beautiful song that I hope cheers all of you up a bit (make sure to watch the video - the pics are wonderful.)

 

[loststar]

uys i've missed you soooooo much, im glad you are back.

I am sorry about losing a compainion, we all know how hard it is, if you need us, the bistro is always open.

and yes its been far too quiet, and now that your back you need to wack safe bet a good one, just for fun of course. we've missed you terribly!

Well i am amending my sigline, because I am officaly a team player

Go team bistro Go team!!!!!!

 

[Safe_Bet]

Quiet?!! The first thing to greet me was a bloody swinging badger! [...]

Leon started it!​

There once was a bloody swinging badger...
(I better stop, Annie 'clouts' HARD!)

 

[Angeline]

I am back but in very sad mode while I was away we got a call that my old dog had died suddenly .... we have just buried him under the hawthorn in the shade next to his grandmother

Thank you, darlin. The birthday was fab. It's just the following week that has sucked incredibly hard.

There is a girl in a bed in a hospital in a town,
and I'm six hundred fucking miles away.

I don't really have words for how I feel right now. I'm down to fragments of words, half emotions.

This has been a difficult week for some of my best loved companions on this globe. My thoughts are with you all. It is no more difficult to either lose a pet, a brother or to be so far away that you feel incapable of giving support to an ill friend. I can only let you know that your feelings for fellow travellers honour me in my choice of folks I admire and count amongst my favourite personalities. You are all high in my thoughts.

If my beloved Michael has a chance to read this, I understand your sadness, my darling.
Dear Annie, I am glad your dog had you as mistress. I'm sure you gave joy to that all too brief an existance.
Hommie, your long distance support very likely holds more worth to your companion than all of the shallow wishes of acquaintances offered beside her bed.

The world goes on, how lovely it does so, is up to us. You all make my world pretty gorgeous. Thankyou.

.

Heartbreak is not necessarily a bad thing.

Sometimes our hearts break for sad reasons, but sometimes the heart can be purposefully broken by beauty, in order to reset an injury.

When my heart begins to feel sprained, or crooked, or dark, I seek ways to break it, and one of my favorites, oddly enough, is gospel music. That and township jive. So I thought I'd share my Prescription for a Properly Broken Heart, in various forms. Seems appropriate at the moment.

I advise allowing yourself to cry, if you're comfortable doing so. That will indicate that the Heart has been properly broken and is now healing correctly.

So. Some beauty:

Soweto Gospel Choir

And if this doesn't grow some wings on you, I'll give you a nickel.

Then let this wander through your head for a while. It's an incomplete song sample, but it's enough to give you a good bump.


Alright, I've begun it. Let's spend a little while breaking each other's hearts with beauty. Tell me what works for you.

bj

eta: oh lookit what I found. This one had me dancing in the aisle.

I'm sorry for all of your sorrows. It must be something in the stars affecting us all. Tomorrow is a really hard day for me. It's my sister's birthday, my only sibling. She died when she was 21 and I was 17. She was murdered. They never found the person who did it. It doesn't matter how many years pass (and I haven't been 17 for a long, long time), I still have a very difficult time on her birthday and on December 4th, the day she died. And I know it's a hard day for my mother, too, but she's 1,000 miles away. I know she wishes she could be with me tomorrow as much as I do with her. At least I've finally gotten to the point where I can talk to people about it.

I tell myself, and maybe you all in your situations do too, that everything that ever broke my heart has ultimately made me a more insightful person, more aware of the need to be kind to other people because everyone has a story and you never know what someone else is going through. And I'm sure you all, too, feel that maybe you'd gladly give up whatever insight you've gained if you didn't have to experience the hurts you did. But we all do what we can to get by. I've written some of my best poems about my experience. I'd rather have my sister than the poems, but they're one of the few ways I can honor her. And tomorrow I'll try to do something kind for a stranger. I don't know how else to make something good out of some thing so awful.

You all of you have very good hearts, even if they're scarred. That's why I come here.


Everland

Spring mornings are noisy things,
waking you to hammers banging nails
like expectations knock on dreams,
like wanting to believe again in faith

as bright as morning when Daddy builds
a bench and hammers latticework
on Saturday when even rain is sunny,
when expectation is a bike ride
on a blue ten speed with hand brakes.

Daddy hammers faith and paints it
green on a crooked bench with love
and a wood trellis built to curl vines
and roses through the lattices,

spilling morning’s rainy sun
on girls who sit and read and dream.

How easy to forget that dreams are born
in varnish smells and secret spots
for dropping rose petals on girls
who someday may despair of ever

finding hope again,

but turning right at the second star,
and flying straight on till morning,
remember that it’s still ok to dream,

for faith is not a land that never was,
but lived once upon a Saturday in spring.

 

[Homburg]

Hommie, your long distance support very likely holds more worth to your companion than all of the shallow wishes of acquaintances offered beside her bed.

*blink* These words actually made me feel better. I'm surprised.

Thank you. Sincerely.



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He stood four square
my tank of a boy
born of a warrior race bred long ago
to fight his own kind.
Yet those brown eyes
showed the soul of a gentleman.
now dimmed forever
I could not stay to watch
his final blanket
while the angels, the sky and I cried.

Dammit, I have something in my eye...

 

[champagne1982]

*blink* These words actually made me feel better. I'm surprised.

Thank you. Sincerely.

You're welcome. You've made me smile.

 

[champagne1982]

For Ange

Tomorrow is a day we can't change
even though it hasn't been cast;
the resonance that echoes forward
out of the past draws lines
too strong to erase.

Embrace the shadows of memory
and make them solid as you pass
gifts to the destitute or distraught
in honour of the grace that silhouettes
the shade of yesterday on tomorrow's curtain.

 

[Homburg]

You're welcome. You've made me smile.

In other news, I cooked. Sort of. I came upstairs and announced to viv, "I'm bored. Fetch the chick peas!" This elicited the exact response you might imagine, and once she recovered from laughing, she asked why. I explained that I was in need of hummus, and it was time to make some.

So while she fetched ingredients, I researched hummus recipes. A few moments work (replete with low comedy, as I am not exactly versed in the culinary arts beypnd a certain limited repetoire of admittedly well-turned dishes), I was rewarded with a garlic and capers hummus. It passed the cracker test (ie it was tasty on a cracker), so we moved on to healthier foods for the actual snack. A few sundry hard-boiled eggs sliced in twain and cored of their yolks, hummus spread in place of said yolk, and I had a tasty and stupendously healthy snack, that also happened to suit my taste.

Next time I plan to make it sans capers and with cumin. Yes, my taste is probably weird.

 

[sassynyc]

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Heartbreak is not necessarily a bad thing.

Sometimes our hearts break for sad reasons, but sometimes the heart can be purposefully broken by beauty, in order to reset an injury.

When my heart begins to feel sprained, or crooked, or dark, I seek ways to break it, and one of my favorites, oddly enough, is gospel music. That and township jive. So I thought I'd share my Prescription for a Properly Broken Heart, in various forms. Seems appropriate at the moment.

I advise allowing yourself to cry, if you're comfortable doing so. That will indicate that the Heart has been properly broken and is now healing correctly.

So. Some beauty:

Soweto Gospel Choir

And if this doesn't grow some wings on you, I'll give you a nickel.

Then let this wander through your head for a while. It's an incomplete song sample, but it's enough to give you a good bump.


Alright, I've begun it. Let's spend a little while breaking each other's hearts with beauty. Tell me what works for you.

bj

eta: oh lookit what I found. This one had me dancing in the aisle.

On beauty and the tugging of heart strings:

There are sometimes, things that can put my dismay in perspective. Hearing Bill Withers today makes me appreciate the functioning of my 5 senses. The sound quality coupled with the visuals make me particularly grateful for the gift of hearing and sight. I never want to take either for granted. This video falls under, 'so beautiful, it hurts', and his voice simply bleeds. Sunshine feeds the senses.

I'm partial to anything sung by the late, great Ray Charles. He could sing listings from the Yellow Pages, and make me cry. Whenever I hear him sing this song, no matter what I might be feeling about the state of our political climate, I'm reminded how fortunate I am to be living in America.

Bj, you have no idea how many moons it's been since I've thought about 'Oh Happy Day'. I always loved that song. The original by Edwin Hawkins will always be my favorite, but this version holds a special place in my heart. Helps me check myself whenever I'm feeling doubtful of my capabilities. When you watch it, you'll see why. I'm right behind you in the aisle, on this one. I swear, you almost make me want to call and tell my mother I'll go with her to church tomorrow. Almost.

I love this song for the same reason, and it's also my favorite scene from one of my favorite music movies of all time, The Five Heartbeats. I always root for the under dog.

Ok, that's enough with the Kleenex moments.
I'll have a gin and tonic, extra lime.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Leon started it!​

There once was a bloody swinging badger...
(I better stop, Annie 'clouts' HARD!)

I haven't had time to read back to see who started it but I will!!