Hair Blog: The short files

So time for an experiment in committal issues and trying something new. I am going to see how long I can grow my hair until I get tired and cut it, or donate it to locks for love or whatever. I am posting these pics of my new hair cut too as proof of the beginning phases.

Front

Left Side

Right Side

Overhead Sexy shot

Some Thoughts on Matters...

As I walk down the streets of Park Slope in this chilly weather, in my stolen coat that fits well, but is missing a button. I tend to be distracted by my shadow, which I agree sounds ridiculous and is playing the old saying. Yet, I can't help that I have a nice silhouette, especially since the way the coat shapes my body. I walk forward without looking up for moments at a time. I am not trying to be immodest, these thoughts come naturally.

Another feeling that comes in this chilly weather, is the want to be naked. Not necessarily naked, but scantily clad. I have the feeling of wanting to be in underwear or less lying on a warm bed. I don't think I am actually sensual at all, I more or less believe that I am sensually deficient. I need others to get a fix. Don't get me wrong, I am wonderful at displaying sensuality to others with touch and breath, but when not helped by a catalyst. I am utterly unable.

Growing up is hard to do

I just made my first payment on my credit card! This means I'm turning into an adult...right? It's exciting because that means I'll be building a credit line and that someday I will qualify for a lease! Baby steps, baby steps. It makes wanting to leave my job difficult because well you can't make credit card payments when you have no income...well you can...can you?

Today was a Christmas party at my job, speaking of work. I drank as much wine as I could possibly and I did financial printing while slightly drunk. Yes BlackRock, I am making edits and typesetting your 497 forms...drunk. Take that! It was fun, except for the fact that I can't really stand most of the people I work with. It's all older middle aged men whom I have nothing to discuss. I don't talk about sports, tits or anything of that subject matter.

If I mentioned something like Patti LuPone Live at Les Mouches, they might have lynched me right there in the office. By the way I finally obtained that recording. I appreciate Leslie Kritzer's performance of it now cause she really captured a young Patti debuting in the city we call New York. I also find it funny that the Leslie version of the CD will not be coming out because Ms. LuPone promptly said, "Tell Ms. Kritzer to get her OWN act!" No one can really perform Heaven Is A Disco like Patti can though.

Friday can't come fast enough, but I know it will come soon. I will be done with the semester (save for the incomplete) and heading home to NYC. Not before having one last goodbye to the Tall Man. I enjoy his company and his body. We have this fun flirt-y thing going on, but I dare not take it another step because that would mean fucking it up...once again.

My dear friend, Britt, has finally revealed her whereabouts, as she hadn't returned any calls to me for the last month or so. Finals at Pratt for I.D. majors is difficult so I understand. I miss her though. More than I can possibly say. Needless to say we are meeting tomorrow to be ladies who lunch.

You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me. Come rain or come shine.

If you ever lose a child...watch out

In reference to my pillow:

12:31:59 PM E.Iguana: haha I know, but it's like I lost a child

12:32:25 PM Friend: right, someone somewhere out there is using to masturbate

12:32:58 PM E.Iguana: Wait people use children to masturbate on them?!

12:33:04 PM E.Iguana: I meant that they've been kidnapped

12:33:10 PM Friend: lol, right

Patti LuPone's Storytime

She's in costume GETTING Angela's signature. I love it!

Patti Speaks:

Thank you...I'm not the only performer in my family. I come from a long line of Thespians. Another currently employed THESPIAN is my brother, Robert LuPone...*claps* Robert will be so PLEASED!

When we were growing up, we had as all children have: Active imaginations. And to exercise them, all the neighborhood kids would congregate in a pine grove. This was our place. Our parents didn't know where we were going...where we WENT. This was OUR place.

There was a little tiny path, for little tiny people to walk into. And when we were in there we would sit on the floor. We could see out but nobody could see in. We used to sit on the floor...and we would plot and dream and tell stories.

And we would prick our fingers and mix our blood and become blood-brothers and blood-sisters. Do you remember that? Do you REMEMBER that? *laughs* I still remember my blood-sisters...There was so much RESPONSIBILITY having a blood sista...

In honor of the pillow that never was...

Thank you to Robbie for this...

Finals Thoughts

In the midst of Finals I am taking a small break to write a quick entry. The Patti LuPone Pillow drama, I will not allow it to defeat me. I couldn't find it, for it is TRULY lost. I will get the INC and go on with my life as it was meant to be. That's the best I can do. Granted I had my usual insomnia attack, but I overcame.

Insomnia is more cracked up than people make it seem. When I can't sleep I feel oh so stressed it's true. Then for a moment I realize I'm in some sort of elite percentage. Fie on those who sleep soundly. It just makes you feel much more unique than those who pretend their lives aren't without strife.

In my finals and trying to plan theater for my return to the states. Oh listen to me, talking like a world traveler already. Anyway, I am thrilled because I will be seeing Happy Days by Beckett at BAM, starring Fiona Shaw, also know as Aunt Petunia from the Harry Potter movies. For those of you who don't know the play is basically a long monologue performed by a woman who in the first act is buried up to her waist in sand. Then the second act she's buried up to her head in sand. I've always wanted to see a production of it.


I just bought Beckett's collection of plays. So I will be reading it very soon. His novel, Molloy, is probably one of the most genius pieces of writing I've ever read. Some how his use of language makes sense to me. I do admit it takes will to read on. When Molloy went on about the pebbles I was entranced, where to keep them and his logic of the pockets. Then part two started and it totally fucked with my mind.

Then in my excitement, for I truly love BAM now and the great theater is gives me. I wanted to see the new production of Hansel & Gretel at the Met Opera. For The Met I can only afford the tickets that sit up in Heaven. I can't see well from Heaven. Too bright.

I found out at BAM they how TV showings of it for 22 bucks. It's brilliant. Like the professionally tape the operas to show and probably for archive reasons. So I'm going to that too...

Lastly, I hope when I go home I can make a tattoo visit: I've always loved Joan Miro so I wanted to get this...


The little creature and the stars. A great introduction to color if I do say so
myself...

P.S. I just helped my friend get a connection for 'shrooms...does that make me a drug pusher?

Marion Williams

Now, I'm not one for God's music. Yet, Marion Williams has transformed that a touch. In other words this whole missing a pillow thing had FUCKED me up emotionally. I was so on track with finals, everything was turning out well. Then to have this road bump, I just feel defeated. Absolutely defeated.

The Ballad of the Patti LuPone Pillow

Anecdote time:

I sit here looking at the backside of my Patti LuPone pillow. Where just yesterday for the third time, I finally sewed in the zipper. It isn't the best job, but I managed to managed to make a zipper. I admit this pillow has been the bane of my finals. I have pressed on though, appliqueing Patti's head to the fabric (from Evita). I have spent a while cross stitching "LuPone Sweet LuPone" into the front. I was one E away from finishing that and then all I'd need to do is sew the front and back together.

Cut and stitch to yesterday. I brought the front part of my pillow into work to finish the embroidering. I sat throughout work focusing on finishing it. I even looked at my little canvas bag, which I keep all my sewing items in and thought, "You're going to lose this today." Like the prophet I am. I tried to deny my prediction by telling myself that because I thought of that scenario it can't happen now. I have prepared myself for it.

In my excitement to get to the Tall Man's apartment I left work. In my daze of leaving work I am torn. Half of me says I slung the canvas bag over my shoulder (as I often do) and went on my way. The other half was high on cocaine apparently to give a viable story. I arrive to Tall Man's place and I am offered a bowl. Which I gladly accept and he makes a joke about how I was working on my pillow. In my happiness I explain, "Oh I have it here! I can show you!"

Now ladies and gentleman, Iguana's distress sung by Patti LuPone herself:

A desert road from Vegas to nowhere
Someplace better than were you've been
A coffee machine that needs some fixin'
In a little cafe just around the bend

Chorus:
I am calling you
Can't you hear me?
I am calling you

A hot dry wind blows right through me
The baby's crying and I can't sleep
But we both know that a change is coming
Come on closer, sweet release

Chorus

So the panic began, just as the highness began. The Tall Man was ever so polite to deal with a wreck. I actually handled it pretty well. I felt like one of those mothers who kill their baby and then pretend they were kidnapped or that someone else killed them. It's true I was unhappy with the pillow, but I never wished that it would disappear like that! I should go on CNN and make my plea now because people start to get suspicious!

I am taking every precaution to find it. As most guilty parties do. I retraced all my steps to the subway station, in perfect detail too. As if I'd planned it all out ahead of time. I called work and asked them if they found it anywhere, specifically the bathroom and the places where people leave their bags. Two locations I knew it wouldn't be. I asked the woman at the booth in the subway station if anyone turned it in and I am going to check back at work today on last time. Regardless that I know they won't be there.

You can reach me by railway, you can reach me by trailway
You can reach me on an airplane, you can reach me with your mind
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can
You can reach me by sail boat, climb a tree and swing rope to rope
Take a sled and slide down the slope, into these arms of mine
You can jump on a speedy colt, cross the border in a blaze of hope
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can

There are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way, surely you would be closer
I need you closer oh closer

You can windsurf into my life, take me up on a carpet ride
You can make it in a big balloon, but you better make it soon
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man yeah
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can

I don't care, I need you right here right now
I need you right here right now right by my side
Yeah yeah yeah
I don't care how you get here, just get here, get here
I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can
Get here if you can

Who knows if it'll turn up. I'll take the incomplete, email my teacher to give her a heads up and go to China regardless. I'll make a new one, when I return. I think I'll start from scratch and just make a much more simple and less complex pillow...Yes, I'll do JUST that. Like children, pillows can be replaced. Then I'll work on getting my own TV show on Fox based off the scandal this will produce.

I am calling you. Just get here if you can

Funny little note

So I've been blogging for about 7/8 years now. And I realize today (granted I did have several blogs of my past) Blondie_Boi, MinusThePurity, TentaclePorn, etc, etc and so forth. 8 years and right now according to my friend's list I have like 25 people who "read" it.

This makes me laugh for the soul reason that...well I guess I'm not interesting. Just in case you're wondering, this isn't a plea for compliments (though they would be nice and appreciated). I just find it funny that I don't have a huge fan base as some people so strive for. I've always been nonchalant if people read my blog or not. Nor do I care.

Many of you may know of the certain incidents that have happened when people DID read my blog. Like threats in the library and comment "fights" because I'm a stereotypical asshole.

To make myself feel better I'll smoke pot and sleep with the Tall Man tonight.Yes, that will take the edge off, I can say one thing about this Tall Man is that well he's a much nicer than The Gentleman Caller ever was to me. Oh did I go there?

Whatever happened to The GC you ask? Well for those of you who missed it, he cut off most communication towards me and I took that as a sign that he wanted really nothing to do with me. Surprisingly, I haven't really regretted it since. I mean I do miss him, he was a nice friend and great lover, it was all the OTHER stuff I couldn't deal with.

And another thing, while we're on the subject. The Cyclist is gone too from my life I am pretty sure. I'm kind of glad I have been doing this purging from my life!!

Plus I got a makeshift haircut...perhaps pictures. My new goal is to grow my hair out who knows how long :)

Tina's Reaction to Ike's Demise

I know I've posted this before, but I feel that Tina probably reacted this way when learning of Ike's death:




And for shits and giggles: