Kate Hepburn – The Lion in Winter

Great lines said by Kate:

• Eleanor: In a world where carpenters get resurrected, everything is possible.
  
  
• Eleanor: You look fit. War agrees with you. I keep informed; I follow all your slaughters from a distance. Do sit down.
  Prince Richard: Is this an audience... a good night hug with kisses... or an ambush?
  Eleanor: Let's hope it's a reunion.
  
  
• Eleanor: Henry?
  Henry II: Hmmm?
  Eleanor: I have a confession.
  Henry II: Yes?
  Eleanor: I don't much like our children!
  
  
• Eleanor: [to her jewelry] I'd hang you from the nipples, but you'd shock the children.
  
  
• Eleanor: Henry's bed is Henry's province, he can people it with sheep for all I care... which on occasion he has done.
  
  
• Eleanor: How dear of you to let me out of prison.
  Henry II: It's only for the holidays.
  
  
• Eleanor: Henry
  Henry II: Madam
  Eleanor: Did you ever love me?
  Henry II: No
  Eleanor: Good. That will make this pleasanter.
  
  
• Prince John: A knife! He's got a knife!
  Eleanor: Of course he has a knife, he always has a knife, we all have knives! It's 1183 and we're barbarians! How clear we make it. Oh, my piglets, we are the origins of war: not history's forces, nor the times, nor justice, nor the lack of it, nor causes, nor religions, nor ideas, nor kinds of government, nor any other thing. We are the killers. We breed wars. We carry it like syphilis inside. Dead bodies rot in field and stream because the living ones are rotten. For the love of God, can't we love one another just a little - that's how peace begins. We have so much to love each other for. We have such possibilities, my children. We could change the world.

The Millenium Approaches

As the Requiem finally draws to a close and the waltz of life continues I have found my physical therapy by getting my 7th tattoo. Even the owner of the shop said, "This isn't typical of your style." I told him I was entering a world of color.

The pain of this as usual reflected the emotional pain I went through for the last six months. The collar bone stung, while there were times I felt as if he was just digging into my flesh. The scar that has been left is now visually apparent. Look at it and feel awed by the sadness, but see the beauty in the wings. That's what I felt every time I saw this image on the cover of Angels In America Part I. Even Angels weep. I knew years ago, I wanted to get this.

At the time I thought it was odd, but now it has relevance. I am very happy with the turnout. I trust my Bill [the artist]. He is silent, and soon to be a father. I am so happy for him. He gives me the best and I get a good price out of it. He knows when I'll return. He has beautiful blue eyes and a gentle soul. He's just my Bill.

I would like to believe that in a different plain of vision we all have things about us we can't normally see. Some people have horns, others tails. I like to believe my wings would look like these. My back aches often and I always say it's my wings. The are solid and sad.

Losing My Mind

I hate it here.

Jumpin' Jacks is for Stoners

I always forget how gay and loud I am until a moment like last night.

Above you can see a picture of one of the big summer hangouts in my hometown. The ice cream tastes like delicious paste, you can get a sundae for $3.25 and anything you want (I mean anything) can be fried within an inch of it's life. The place is white trash and Grease all rolled up into one.

This is my childhood/Teenage Development right in front of you. We arrived and to my surprise, a couple of high school guys I expected was an entire picnic table of them. Being one of the only homos in my high school I opened a door that was closed until I made everyone aware that Faggots exist everywhere, even in my small backwoods town.

The table consisted of the straight boys who in high school were punks/rockers/emo/anarchists/Best Buy Employee/stoner/Christians/screamo/scene/atheist/artists and yet through their stone cold gazes I felt like the odd man out.

These are boys in high school I could handle (unlike the tricky Jock, but I'm sure nowadays I could definitely handle them too) and we walked up to this table and I realized I could still deal. Yet, I didn't want to and neither did they. And how sad the scene seemed. All of them just hanging out in my sad town. Most of them were done with school and living at home. I approached the table and some feigned an interest is saying hello.

There was no interesting in how I've been and vice versa. There was no talk of high school times. Just me stand while they didn't even ask me to pull up a chair. I stood there with the one friend I'd chosen to bring. Krista, ever faithful Krista.

Recently, I've been spouting out this:

I sometimes regret having spent my early twenties growing up in the City. It's turned me into a crazier person that I think I would've become. I wish that I had moved here when I was in my later twenties and more financially stable.

I am going to take this time to publicly apologize for saying that. Sure I may have many more woes. Sure I may have been going through a rough time. Sure I may be gay and louder than all of the population of my town put together.

Yet, in that moment. To see this table of people who'd just finished school and were now living at home. I wanted to scream:

There may be more of you than myself. You may be able to gracefully give me the cold shoulder because we are past subtleties of high school politeness. But I have lived 10,000 more lives than you have already! I have cried tears and seen things that you can't even fathom. Don't say hello, don't ask me how I am. I will gladly return the favor, but know that you have helped me. You have helped me see what life could have been like. You have reminded me that there are sadder days than my own and they sit at this very picnic table. I see them in your boredom of a life you haven't even started yet. Good luck fuckers.

After that internal monologue, we left. I think it was heard loud and clear.

Back Home in Four Parts

(IGUANA enters a small barber shop called Tom's he is followed in by his incredibly short and bold MOTHER. She is a woman who has dealt with life and unlike her child, her eccentricities are inherent and she is totally unaware of them. In one of the barber chairs sits a new girl. Her hair is frosted so badly it looks like it was done on purpose. Her name is MELODY.)

MOTHER: Good we'll just let Susan cut your hair so you stop looking...like a...woman!

IGUANA: Mom! Don't say that!

MOTHER: Why? On one side you look like a boy and on the other side you look like a girl.

IGUANA: (Rather hurt from these comments.) Well, I just thought the same thing at times and I didn't know it was apparent.

MOTHER: So I'm saying it out loud, it was still true before. Susan can fix it!

(SUSAN enters from outside. She is a suburban lady through and through and a mother of three. Her world is this shop.)

SUSAN: Sit down in the chair honey.

IGUANA: So, I need to fix it. Can you do that? (Sits down in the barber chair and MOTHER takes a seat to the side.)

SUSAN: Baby, I can't even tell what you did to it in the first place? You know, do you want to even out the sides? (Matter-o-fact) One side is longer. Also, you have this thing going on in the back that I definitely need to take care of.

IGUANA: It's okay, just do what you do. If it gets messy I will just buzz it and start anew.

SUSAN: OH NO! I would never want to buzz this beautiful hair.

MELODY: We used to have his hair style in the 80s.

MOTHER: Oh, I know. You know it's what that group. Flock of Seagulls used to have! Don't you think?

SUSAN: Let's see...(She starts to cut.)

MOTHER: Don't you think? The Flock of Seagulls! Remember them?

SUSAN: (Nodding and half listening.) Yes, very much. (Continues to cut.) How much do you pay in the city?

IGUANA: I don't. My friend does it for free, but he got busy and I haven't cut it. He lives down the street from my in Brooklyn.

MOTHER: Flock of seagulls!

SUSAN: I can tell.

MELODY: They say that the city is four years ahead of us. (Susan eyes her skeptically.)

IGUANA: Oh that's great! A big goal here is to find Katherine Hepburn movies. (MELODY's eyes glaze over.) Well, I've looked all over the city and can't find any. So I figured that if I went upstate...I would find some...(Sees he's lost interest.) Since I...remember seeing Katherine Hepburn movies in the city four years ago.

MOTHER: Doesn't anyone remember the Flock of Seagulls?

BLACKOUT

Remeber This Title...

Appliqueing, Seroconverting and looking for the Rainbow High

That is all for now.

Pandora's Box

I will never look at a someecard the same ever again. Last week, in humor, when I dropped the news to my date that I was in a delicate way. I decided to be show how humorous I can be by doing it through a someecard. He got his revenge, I suppose, but in a less serious way that I did.

I opened his someecard to find that he has found this blog. In the words of Ms. Piaf: Non, je ne regrette rien. I appreciated his honesty and basically was won over when I read the body of the message:

I like knowing that under your occasionally dizzy exterior theres an articulate, self-aware writer with an eloquent command of the language and a powerful desire to know himself and make sense of the world around him. The combination of goofy twink and thoughtful artist is oh, so endearing.

Can I quote this regularly? I feel like I want this written on two things. My resume and my tombstone. Except when I quote it I may mistake my date with the NY Times. As I said, there is a third date to be had tonight. His sobriquet hasn't been worked out yet, but I have ideas I'm working out in my head.

In other news I have finally discovered Pandora. As usual I am three hundred years behind everyone else. The Music Genome Project? Really? How stunning that I put in one artist and it just works out all the kinks of who I may also like. This will greatly help the improvement of my music knowledge outside of Musical Theater. Like Etta James...

Lady, where have you been my whole life?

Now if I could just figure out the back button?

Georgia Brown

Nice first night at home with Elizabeth. How grand, how grand! We chatted. It was the first time I had dinner made for me. I'll someday soon return the favor. It was not a night spent on the computer alone.

Enjoy the moments. Tomorrow is my date. We shall see. We shall see.

I need to sleep so I can run 4 miles tomorrow. Yes, 4 miles. And I'm back to morning time gym. How grand, no wait for machines and no crowd. The internship grows close to ending. Grand indeed.

I suppose it's a good thing that my biggest stress is why the iPhone apps won't work. Fuck you iPhone. Fuck you!

Checking in with Patti Lu

Posted the other day, in her own blog...

Can we talk about Times Square and the Pedi-cabs? Can we talk about the amount of people in Times Square? Sometimes I feel like I'm in Bangkok. Don't get me wrong, I love Bangkok, but what the hell are they doing to Times Square? Who are all those people?

--Patti LuPone

I ask the same thing whenever I walk down Time Square. I may not have been here in the 80s, but I know it's not the same. It's why I can't eat right outside of my office during lunch. It makes me dizzy.

More of an Update

So it's all moved. I mean my roommate is all moved. How odd if I write about Elizabeth, she will be reading it from the next room over.

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Well the oddness is aside. Onto life.

So next weekend I will be home. Expect 6.7 posts a day. We're going to six-flags. My mother, my sister, a friend from high school and I. What a weird and interesting outing that shall be. My sister is my next goal as far as being friends goes. With the loss of any chances from my brother goes, I will certainly have to try a different venue.

I had my second date. The third is on Tuesday. That's all I really want to say for now. Oh and that he said, "I want to get to know you and not a virus." I find that steps ahead of where I thought he head is.

I'm trying to gracefully find a way of saying that I haven't dated in about three years so certain rules have been forgotten. Like when he asked me if spending the night on the third date seems right.

*Dramatic Pause*

So this is what dating is really like? No ambiguities? We shall see.