tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566549353480755664.post5654565011699948301..comments2023-04-27T03:10:47.278-07:00Comments on la vie rêvée des clowns: nostalgiasKristin Tiechehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10847043996015177460noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566549353480755664.post-89860236180851241102008-04-01T18:49:00.000-07:002008-04-01T18:49:00.000-07:00That's why I was usually drunk during the last fin...That's why I was usually drunk during the last final hours. LOL! ;-)<BR/><BR/>There's nothing easy about long distance relationships, and few benefits. Still hard to let go though. It's like a special kind of <I>egg.</I> <BR/><BR/><I>Annie Hall</I> will be at The Castro next week.Kristin Tiechehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10847043996015177460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566549353480755664.post-66021221269945464162008-04-01T13:54:00.000-07:002008-04-01T13:54:00.000-07:00Naw. I make fun of Sandrine and Tamara, but they w...Naw. I make fun of Sandrine and Tamara, but they would do the same to me. I feel kinda nostalgic for those days. Brel conjures that emotion. But I'm a bore. A sappy, snorey bore. Which makes me the ideal Brel fan. (And who also makes the occasional politically incorrect reference.)<BR/><BR/>And I had a thing for Sandrine's sister...but alas, she liked girls, too. Never could forgive the lesbian community for that. Just one of the many issues I have to work through when I get back to the States.<BR/><BR/>Eniways, I don't think I have had one single relationship as an adult that wasn't in part transatlantic. It's very hard on both the body and the psyche, pining away the hours like that. <BR/><BR/>And on those few occasions when you can be together, it's almost like being diagnosed with a terminal illness and you just wanna squeeze every last drop of life out of the moments you have. The goodbyes are like the final hour, before the lights dim. Come to think of it, I abhor the thought of doing that again. It's no fun. Who needs it? Ish.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566549353480755664.post-26910772386227171332008-04-01T13:01:00.000-07:002008-04-01T13:01:00.000-07:00See, Brel always conjures nostalgia... good or bad...See, Brel always conjures nostalgia... good or bad (or ugly). ;-)Kristin Tiechehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10847043996015177460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566549353480755664.post-12646978970425729152008-04-01T11:42:00.000-07:002008-04-01T11:42:00.000-07:00I forgot to mention that the lovers were women. Sa...I forgot to mention that the lovers were women. Sandrine and Tamara. They really loved Brel and I still have one of the cassettes they gave me. Moo.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566549353480755664.post-34932565156711902272008-04-01T11:39:00.000-07:002008-04-01T11:39:00.000-07:00Jason from TamJason from TamAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566549353480755664.post-30191060175219211302008-04-01T09:05:00.000-07:002008-04-01T09:05:00.000-07:00Hello Lonely Trader...you are?Hello Lonely Trader...you are?Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07554562928246871325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566549353480755664.post-47838185178597445462008-03-31T22:32:00.000-07:002008-03-31T22:32:00.000-07:00Ne Me Quitte Pas is one of my favorite songs EVER!...Ne Me Quitte Pas is one of my favorite songs EVER! If I can learn how to play it on the accordion, I will! (Currently seeking the music sheets.)Kristin Tiechehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10847043996015177460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566549353480755664.post-29618229588922151022008-03-31T21:31:00.000-07:002008-03-31T21:31:00.000-07:00I like the Jacques Brel version better than the Ni...I like the Jacques Brel version better than the Nina Simone version. I remember he was pretty popular in the early 90s with a cynical, forlorn and rather portly French couple living below me in Kigali. I think they were humanitarian relief workers with ICRC. Two gay lovers who had broken up with their boyfriends. They weren't together. Just friends, they said. But I distinctly remember hearing them knocking around the bedroom at 3am like two star-crossed bulls in a China shop. (True story I swear.) <BR/><BR/>Prolly you don't want to sing that song to your friends with Mr. Accordion though. It would kinda kill the mood.<BR/><BR/>Hey Steph! How goes it?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566549353480755664.post-35684112614435176872008-03-31T19:40:00.000-07:002008-03-31T19:40:00.000-07:00Merci!Merci!Kristin Tiechehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10847043996015177460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-566549353480755664.post-70016329579881917532008-03-31T14:43:00.000-07:002008-03-31T14:43:00.000-07:00a painting put together with words...lovelya painting put together with words...lovelyStephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07554562928246871325noreply@blogger.com