The 007 GentleMan Blog

Mandatory Assignments

2012-01-29T04:00:00.000-08:00

I, too, began to get party fever as the great day approached.
-Daphne du Maurier
REBECCA

Twenty-five years ago today

January 29, 1987
Thursday

I misplaced my car keys last night. I even forgot and left one of my bags of groceries from SAFEWAY in my car. What was I thinking? It was partially the bag boy’s fault. I think I’ll have some French toast this morning.

Nope, instead I had an Egg McMuffin from McDonald’s. Ironically, my car keys were found in my jacket pocket. I hate that frantic feeling of not knowing.

Freddie, a co-worker, and I ate lunch together. She’s a strange one. And her lips are so big and plunger-like for a black girl. She kind of grosses me out because food comes out of her mouth as she speaks. I tried to ignore it, managing to eat my lunch anyway.

I worked with LaVerne Butler a lot today about the Max Cline Law Offices case. She’s so good to help me out. I even took a walk to her PBD Sales Office but she was away for lunch when I dropped by. I left her a note.

I also ran into Steph Bautista. We’re “ON” for the February 7th Pot-Luck game party at her house for the post-Christmas/pre-Valentine’s get-together. I am looking forward to it. I have no regrets about leaving Pacific Bell though. I feel more special by being at Pac Bell Directory. There are fewer of us in our company. All of the PBD employees really seem to care about one another and the future success ahead.
PHOTO: Stephanie Bautista, San Bruno, CA

February 7, 1987
I truly feel overweight. I’ve expanded to a thirty-two inch waist instead of my usual thirty-one. It’s because my only exercise activity has been occasional visits to the gym. I need to do additional sports activity. I plan on putting my mind to it soon. My mandatory assignments will be:
1. One-thousand squeeze and stretch exercises every night
2. At least one-hundred jump ropes every morning
3. Two sets (at least) of arm curls, using my bar bells at home
4. My aerobics video workout-evenings
5. The gym work out-evenings

6. Bicycling-extensive and whenever possible as weather permits

The first five assignments will be done daily and the sixth one will be done as much as possible. I’ll be in good form in no time. I must keep it up.

I was horny last night.

I telephoned Bob Guild.
He was going to come over to my place but it was suddenly nine-thirty, so I said, “Oh, let’s just make it another time.”

Frank Evans called.
Frank shouted, “Mike, I think I really did well on my ECON mid-term.”
“That’s great. You know…when you finish school…what do you see yourself doing?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t know…I think I’d like to be a CEO of a company. Listen, why don’t I call you tomorrow and we can see about a possible outing.”
“Okay sure.”
It sounded like he had a sort of a party going on but I guess that’s how all college dormitories sound. I am envious that he attends Stanford. I feel privileged to know him.
I advised him, “You know, Frank, you should really invest in an answering machine.”

He laughed, “I know.”

While I haven’t been calling him much I did try once and had a recurring telephone ring. In fact, I think I’ve only called him once since last Friday. I think he’s the mystery call that I had received earlier this week (while I was at Bob’s on Tuesday night).

Mom called earlier to say, “Grandma won sixty dollars in the LOTTO for getting four out of six numbers right!”“Wow! What’s her strategy?”
Mom said, “Well, she uses the same numbers every time.”
I laughed, “What luck!”

I watched THE COLBYS on television. The latest episode had a Jacqueline and John F Kenney storyline twist because Jason Colby was almost assassinated. Then a Senator named Cassidy was shot instead and his beauty-to-be had an uncanny resemblance to Jackie Kennedy-Onassis. It’s funny how they come up with these plots.

I couldn’t sleep last night. I taped an episode of THE TONIGHT SHOW with guest host, Joan Rivers. I thought I had taped it but I had it set on Channel 4 by mistake. Oh well…I watched a bit of what I had taped. Carrie Fisher (who is born the same year as me) married singer Paul Simon. I never knew that. It’s no big deal I suppose. I taped over a French film that I had previously taped. It had to go, so it’s just as well.

Eileen Grabinsky arrives tomorrow. We were going to eat out at Bobby McGee’s but it will have to be at THE CASTAWAY Restaurant instead. She supposedly knows how to get there. Bobby McGee’s is having a private party for some nearby hotel.

I am glad that it’s Friday again and that next Thursday will be fun because I have review BOSS Computer Training at 2150 Webster Street in Oakland, CA. I will get to visit some of my old coworkers there, including my sister-in-law, Helen. I want to see Pat Overschoun and any others that might be remaining when I worked there back in July 1984.

There is a flask of slivovitz (the plum brandy of the country) underneath the seat, if you should require it. I did not take any, but it was a comfort to know it was there all the same.
-Stieg Larsson
THE GIRL WHO PLAYED WITH FIRE

Hawaii After All...

2012-01-28T04:00:00.000-08:00

“Messieur Valenod, a tall and strongly built young man, with rubicund complexion and great black side-whiskers, was one of those boorish fellows, loud and full of confidence, who in the provinces they call a fine man.”

-Stendhal
THE RED AND THE BLACK

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 28, 1987
Wednesday

I have a meeting this morning with Steve Flanders of Max Cline Law Offices. I also have an intercompany meeting with Cathy Plottell. It is Cathy’s last day in the PBD-Account Collection Office. She will accompany me at the meeting with Steve Flanders. Cathy has been on-contract with Pac Bell Directory; however, her time has expired and she’s being ‘chopped’ so-to-speak. She’s a nice lady from Cupertino (and a good friend of Sandy Maggiore, a PBD Sales Manager).

Steve Flanders turned out to be a really nice fellow. I have another meeting scheduled with him for next Wednesday. I get to take over the clearing up of all of his statewide White Page listings as well as some of his Yellow Page BOLD listings. It’s almost the same sort of thing a Sales Rep would do. I’ll do okay. He seems to really like that I am handling it.

Carla has the day off tomorrow (once again). Today we munched out in the cafeteria.

An old high-school classmate of mine named Nicolette Kapellas telephoned me last night. I’ve known her since sixth grade at Lincoln School in Alameda, CA.
Nici said, “Hi Michael…our ten year high-school reunion is on July 18th.”
“Is it that time already?”
She laughed, “I will send you all of the information.”
I gave her my current address. It should be fun. I also gave her Bonni Jayne-Ludovicy’s address.

After work I went to the gym. Of course, I bumped into Patty (Anne’s friend), Mark Landreth and Dave P. (the regulars). I have been a sort of irregular lately.

I am going to Hawaii after all. I confirmed it with Lynne from Trompeter Travel (that pal of Rhoda’s). It should be a fun escape.

I telephoned my ex-boss, Stephanie Bautista but she wasn’t working today. I called her at home because I know she wanted to speak with me.
Stephanie exclaimed, “Oh Hi Michael…we are having a post-Christmas, pre-Valentine’s Game Party at two o’clock on February 7th at my house in San Bruno. I hope you can come.”
“I wouldn’t miss it. How fun that’ll be!”
“And if you have any favorite games…please bring them.”
I think I’ll bring my PASS OUT Game where everyone goes around a game board and takes a drink until one person passes out. Ha-ha.

To my pleasant surprise…while I was in bed tonight (and right after jerkin’ off) Eileen Grabinsky called me from Oregon. I also received her letter and postcard today. She’s a super sweetie. She has impeccable timing.
“I miss you,” I said truly.
“You do?” Eileen asked teasingly with a giggle.
“Yes, absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
She’s great. I am looking forward to picking her up at San Francisco Airport (SFO) on Saturday. It will be fun to meet her sisters and mom before we go out to Bobby McGee’s in Burlingame, too.

I was recalling that my ex-boss Stephanie had said, “You know, Michael, Joe Sandford has AIDS.”
I thought that was pretty scary. He was in my section and resembled that actor from My Favorite Martian, Ray Walston. Somehow it’s not surprising though. It’s kind of scary for me though—because who knows—I could flare up with it. I don’t want to but if I do…that’s life. I should say that’s the end of my life. My memory will live. The thought of it should not be dwelled upon. I mean, a San Francisco earthquake could equally spoil things in the same manner and in a more instantaneous way.

Johnny Schaefer telephoned today. We had a good talk. He’s really a super, nice guy.
Johnny asked, “You know Gregg…my friend in Chicago?”
“Yeah, I remember…what about him?”
“Well, he’s a nuisance because he likes to pretend that the Johnny and Jeff incidents didn’t happen.”
“Interesting…”
“Yeah, and he always talks of marriage and having kids. He’s troubled.”
I didn’t bother telling Johnny that Gregg has written me or that he seems like a sensible fellow from his writings. In fact, I wrote Gregg a letter tonight. I felt I should reply back to his letter. I really enjoy his roundabout word usage that exudes such confidence.

“True enlightenment is the highest capacity to understand and love.”
-Thich Nhat Hanh
BEING PEACE

Parting Glances

2012-01-27T04:00:00.000-08:00

“Just relax and let your mind go BLANK. It shouldn’t be hard for you.”
-Sigourney Weaver
AVATAR motion-picture

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 27, 1987
Tuesday

Today is my dentist appointment, so I am allowed to depart my office at one o’clock (lucky me).
The dentist cleaned my teeth and I have a new appointment scheduled for February 19th. It’s a ‘no charge’ visit to affix the composite bonding that has flared up in showing a slight stain on my front tooth.
James R Hinkle II DDS said, “It shouldn’t show because I just didn’t do as good a job as last time. “

After the dental work I went to visit mom. My niece, Ashley, was there.
Ashley now says, “Help! Help!” whenever someone comes over to the house. She clings to my mom for safety. Ashley became jealous because my mom was giving me all of the attention (and not her). It’s fun to see Ashley’s face ‘light up’ with excitement though.
Ashley’s face lights up when I say, “Come on…lets’ play!”

I went home and rode my bike for an hour (3:30PM until 4:30PM). It felt so good. There was a slight drizzle of rain but it subsided. While I felt good I also felt bad because I felt a tad out of shape. ‘Biking it’ inspired me because I knew I was ‘working it’. I crashed at home for a much needed nap after the intense, fast-paced ride.

Margaret Lai called me by phone.

Bob Guild also called, inviting me over to Berkeley for a movie outing.

I slept until 6:40PM when I probably should have gone out to my gym to work out. Bob persuaded me to visit him. We ended up seeing “PARTING GLANCES”. It was a sort of a gay-themed film about a gay yuppie named Robert (John Bolger) who accepts an assignment in Africa that will put his strained relationship with his lover, Michael (Richard Ganoung), in limbo for the next few years. Michael, meanwhile, tends the needs of his ex, Nick (Steve Buscemi), whose punk band's video is getting MTV airplay. Bob also rented a film I recommended (that I like) called “VISION QUEST”. I didn’t stay to watch the rental. I left Bob’s place by 9:15PM.
I said, “You know…your cheek looks a lot less swollen.”
He was happy to hear me say this.
Bob replied, “I’m still off to see a specialist tomorrow because it’s still inflamed on the inside of my mouth.”
“Is it really?” I asked.
“Yes, I think it might be something serious.”
I could see he was starting to get worried. I hope it turns out to be nothing.

I arrived home at 10PM when I called Mike Miller. He came over because he wanted me to snap some photos of him to send to his girlfriend. Her name is Carmen. He met her in Los Angeles. Or did he meet her in Las Vegas? In any case, she lives in the Anaheim Hills area.

I received a letter from Gregg Jonnson of Chicago, Illinois. He’s that so-called friend of Johnny Schaefer who supposedly resembles Mel Gibson. He is a nice enough guy. I will have to write him again.

PHOTO: January 27, 1987,
Michael J Armijo at home, Alameda, CA

I took Mike Miller’s pictures. He took one of me with my BIANCHI bike. I took a few more, too. It was fun doing this random photo shoot. Mike and I sat and watched Joan Rivers on the Tonight Show.
I had asked Mike, “How did you meet this Carmen?”
“Well, I dropped out of school and that’s how I went to Vegas where I met her.”
“I see.”
“I’m looking into a job with Federal Express. They just called me back.”
“That’s great. I hope you get it!”

I received a call last night on my answering machine that went something like this: “Hi Michael…Bye Michael.”
I kept replaying it but I’m not sure who it could have been. It could have been Gregg Jonsson in Chicago or it could also have been Frank Evans from Stanford University. It sounded long-distance. It remains a mystery.

“Most things don’t work out the way we plan.”
-Colin Firth
A SINGLE MAN, motion-picture

He Shaved His Moustache

2012-01-26T04:00:00.000-08:00

“You never really tell us everything you know about something.”
-College Student to
actor, Colin Firth
A SINGLE MAN,
2009 motion-picture

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 26, 1987
Monday

Another one of those ‘I don’t want to get out of bed Mondays’. I made it though. I even had time to put gel on to keep my new hairdo in-style.

Nikki Bovee is back and she was all business gung-ho today. There was no time for socializing.

Carla and I ate at CRISPS for the usual grand salad. It was so very good.

I met with my Union Representative only to learn that I can’t serve only six months in my current job title and begin applying to new jobs within the company. I must serve the required eighteen months. The reasoning behind it is that Pac Bell Directory is an entirely separate company from Pacific Bell and different rules apply. The problem with not being able to take vacation time during our own campaign weeks (for example the San Francisco SALES Campaign week) is hogwash. I still plan on filing a grievance about that one. It’s my right!

I also learned that I can wake up one morning and call in and take an Excused Work Day (EWD). It is legal per our Union contract. I don’t even need to give a reason.

I simply need to call in that morning and say, “I’m taking an EWD Day today.”

I made it to the gym early tonight. Mark arrived a tad later than I. Anne Alberti’s friend (her name escapes me). Is it Patty? Well, she’s the massage therapist. She spoke to me for a while in a very friendly manner. I was working on the Nautilus weight machine at the time. I heard Anne Alberti’s voice behind me but I ignored her and continued with my work out. I concentrated on doing my repetition until I knew the coast was clear (and Anne had disappeared).

I arrived back at my place by eight-thirty. I munched on some TOSTITOS and sipped some fresh apple juice.

I made an attempt to telephone Mike Miller because he and Greg had left a message on my answering machine recorder. They invited me out to a movie. I must have missed Mike by about three minutes. And so…I watched some of the American Music Awards on television and ‘hit the hay’.

Yesterday, while watching the SUPER BOWL with Mark Landreth he mentioned: “You know…we should do this ballpark hike n’ camp trip that I heard about.”
I replied, “That would be fun.”
I’m all for an outing like that. We’ll have to talk more about that one.

Stuart Western, my other gym pal, wants me to give him a phone call the next time I decide go drive to THE VORTEX in Palo Alto. I noticed that he shaved his moustache.
Stuart said, “Yeah, I’m trying’ to look like you since you are getting so lucky.”
I laughed.
Stuart continued, “I could pass for your brother.”
I smiled and said, “Well, it looks good. It makes you look six months younger.”
Stuart cracked-up.

I recalled that I had told Mark Landreth that he looked six months younger when he got his last haircut. Ha-ha. That line seems to work nicely. Do they know I’m flirting?

“Use what you’ve got and get me some results!”
-Sigourney Weaver
AVATAR motion-picture

Sunbathe Time

2012-01-25T04:00:00.000-08:00

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and in many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 25, 1987
Sunday

It was a beautiful day. It was quite the turnaround from yesterday.

I enjoyed watching the SUPER BOWL on television with Mark at his house in San Lorenzo. The New York Giants won the game.

Mark’s mom stopped by to bring him a flower arrangement as a centerpiece for his dining table. What are mom’s for but to bring flowers to spark up a child’s home every so often?

Mark seemed QBL (Questionable) today.

I confided in Mark today, telling him about my being a surrogate father by way of sperm donation. He didn’t seem too phased and didn’t raise much of an eyebrow over the news.

We both went out in his backyard and laid out for some sun rays. The sunbathe time was relaxing.

I left Mark’s pad by seven o’clock when the SUPER BOWL had ended.

I dropped over at mom’s house when my brother, Tony, and his wife, Helen, were just leaving. I was hungry with the munchies. I persuaded mom to accompany me to Jack-In-The-Box on Park Street. We brought the goods back to her house and ‘porked-out’.

When I returned to my pad I called Mike Miller.
Sue answered the phone and said, “Oh, Mike’s not here now.”
I chatted with Sue for a while about nothing special.
I telephoned Bob Guild and invited him over to my place to watch one of my favorite movies (starring Nicolas Cage and Matthew Modine) called BIRDY. After he watched the movie he left in a disgruntled mood.
Bob said, “You can’t handle it.”

I guess he feels I don’t have the desire for him. Yuck! I don’t. I seriously felt it was the end of our friendship after he’d left. It was most certainly a short-lived friendship. The reasoning is apparent. Bob cannot allow friendship with his overpowering feelings for ‘more’. I can understand his feelings. It reminds me of Kathy Salamack for some reason. I remember her well. Yuck…when I think o her now…the ‘Monkey Ward’ sales girl. When I worked at the Montgomery Ward Department Store in Oakland in 1976-77 as a stock boy she worked as a sales-clerk. I couldn’t think of anything but her and I had such a yearning desire for her. She wouldn’t give me the time of day. She smiled a few times but I think she felt I was ‘below’ her because I was a mere stock boy and sometimes ‘busboy’ in the company cafeteria. Alas, that’s ancient history now.

‘They know not how to touch the heart without bruising it.’
-A Modern Writer
THE RED AND THE BLACK, Stendhal

RMB

2012-01-24T04:00:00.000-08:00

Prestige! Is that nothing, sir? The respect of fools, the astonishment of children, the envy of rich, the scorn of the wise…
-Antoine Barnave, 1761-1793
One of the major orators of the French Revolution

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 24, 1987
Saturday

I stopped by mom’s house first and took the liberty of waking her up. She accompanied me to my house and we decided on a morning outing to OLE’s WAFFLE SHOP on Park Street. The waffle is so deliciously good and I’m always torn as to whether or not I want the ham and cheese omelet. We purchased some LOTTO tickets (for fun) at the corner Alameda Drug store. If we win one day you’ll hear about it. Mom won $5.00 the last time. She has better luck.

It was raining all day. I couldn’t RMB (Ride My Bike) as originally planned. I chose to nap. Mom, of course, wanted to help with straightening out my pad with some light household cleaning.

I telephoned my Stanford pal, Frank Evans. I was actually returning his call to me at six o’clock this evening. I had just missed his call. When I called him back it seems I had just missed him as well.

I decided to call on Mark.
“What are you up to tonight?”
“Oh, I made arrangements with Poison Ivy.”

Bob wanted to go out.
Bob suggested, “Maybe we can hit B Street in Burlingame.”
“I’m not really in the mood for that.”
We simply chatted a little and I managed to escape.

I turned in for the night by 10PM. I wanted to sleep. Yawn.

I attribute the little I know to my not having been ashamed to ask for information and to my rule of conversing with all descriptions of men on those topics that form their own peculiar professions and pursuits.
-John Locke

The Stanford Frat Party

2012-01-23T04:00:00.000-08:00

Virginia Woolf, you might say, that in her TO THE LIGHTHOUSE very little happens except inwardly, in the characters, but people go back to reread books where not much may be happening but a great deal of life is being created.

-May Sarton, At Eighty-Two, A Journal
Dec. 11, 1993 entry

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 23, 1987
Friday

I must say that it’s nice when it is Friday.

Paul Margolis is still taking advantage of really doing nothing as far as productive work because of his relationship with Nikki Bovee, the second line manager. I’m sure he’ll get away with it next week, too.

I met my Union Representative today. I shared a few gripes (or questions) that I’d like researched:
1. Modified select time
2. Our vacation time
3. My required time-in-job title
I figured it doesn’t hurt to ask. There’s always room for improvement. One simply needs to make the suggestions.

Carla is traveling to Mexico next month. Ugh! To tell the truth I don’t care to go there. I may go to Hawaii. In fact, it’s probably a sure thing now.

Clara Chan, my stockbroker, sold my stocks per my instructions. I will receive a distribution check for approximately $8000.

After work I napped. When I woke up I spoke to Frank Evans.
Frank announced happily, “Yep, I am going to THE VORTEX tonight.”
“Oh…well, I think I’ll go too, so I’ll see you there.”

Mark Landreth called me but I let him get my answering machine. He probably wanted to go out but I wasn’t in the mood to go out with him this time.

I drove to Palo Alto and walked in to THE VORTEX where I saw Peggy, the waitress. I danced with a young chick named Karen. Then I thought I’d seen Frank but wasn’t sure because his hair was spiked up. It was him!

I think Frank spruced up his hair especially for me.

He was really nice when he greeted me.

I felt a need to be upfront and I said, “I have a confession to make.”
“What?”
“Well, I’m really twenty-seven.”
He gave a surprised expression and said, “You don’t look that old.”

We talked a lot and we met two girls named Charlene and Brooke. Both of these girls were Stanford University students. The four of us left at approximately forty minutes after midnight to check out a small circle of friend’s party. When we arrived no one was there!

Charlene took her lipstick and wrote on the mirror: HI, WE WERE HERE.

We left and went to a place called THE TAXI, a Fraternity House Party on the Stanford Campus. I knew I was way beyond this stage but it was fun to check it out just the same. Some nice guy on Campus named Burt gave me a can of COORS Beer. That was downright cool and friendly of him.

After the Stanford Frat party experience Frank and I went to his dormitory and ‘porked out’ on prawns, dip and cheesecake. He showed me around and we went to his room to listen to tunes until about 2:45AM. It was so late that I decided to crash there, making a complete night of it. Frank and I cuddled and exchanged a few kisses. Nothing more happened. Sometimes the chemistry just isn’t there.

Frank and I awoke at 8AM and I drove him to his dirty, mud-ridden Food Fiesta where the ski tripping group was meeting that morning. I made it back to Alameda by 9AM.

The root word “budh” means to wake-up, to know, to understand. A person who wakes up and understands is called a Buddha.
-Thich Nhat Hanh
BEING PEACE

Like A Fool

2012-01-22T04:00:00.000-08:00

Never refuse any advance of friendship, for if nine out of ten bring you nothing, one alone may repay you.
-Madame de Tencin

January 22, 2012

In case you were wondering…

Last year (2011), I found my old friend Mark Landreth via Face Book. He immediately became my friend and asked if I still go to the gym. I sent him a brief bio of my current life and he obviously checked-out a few of my photos and relationship status. I was surprised when he abruptly “un-friended” me for no apparent reason without any further communication. I can only assume that he had a negative, prejudicial issue about my long-term relationship with a man. Or could it be that he had his own qualms with attraction towards me from ‘way back when’. I always felt he ‘felt something’ but was likely fighting it (or maybe that was my hope at the time). He offered no explanation and I have not heard from him since. It’s clear he is still staying fit from the sole photo showing as his Face Book profile photo of him mountain climbing.

In case you were wondering…

Eileen Grabinsky is still a dear friend. She visited me in New York City several years ago with an old boyfriend/flame who was visiting from Italy. She still lives in the South San Francisco area and we exchange occasional phone calls and Christmas cards every year. She seems to be loving life as a hair stylist. She has never married.

Twenty-five years ago today

January 22, 1987
Thursday

Rhoda Takeda was nice enough to give a presentation yesterday about compensation. She made a point of expressly saying that our actual payday is tomorrow (Friday), not today. However, we usually receive our paychecks by 2PM or 3PM on Thursdays. I need the funds as soon as I can get them. I am also lacking a two-hundred dollar payment that is due to me. I have yet to receive it. It’s apparently in ‘limbo’. It should have posted on my last paycheck. Shit! I shall inquire about it today.

I really miss family sometimes with mom, dad, Ashley, John, Sherri, Lauren and Helen. For some reason, Tony has been getting on my nerves when I am around him for too long.

While on the phone with Eileen Grabinsky today I said, “I miss you.”
I’m looking forward to our nice dinner together on January 31st when I pick her up at San Francisco Airport. She seems to be having a nice visit in Portland, OR.

Lynne (Rhoda’s friend) is now my new travel package adviser. He is going to make sure the details on my Hawaii trip are worked out nicely.
Lynne stated professionally, “I will give you all of the necessary information today.”
The idea of being ‘alone with the sun rays’ is time that I need. I can’t wait. I haven’t really had that in a long time. Palm Springs didn’t count due to the fact that Greg Manachevitz and Mike Miller appeared unexpectedly. I didn’t get enough ‘lie out in the sun’ time. I won’t even recall the sighting of Paul Margolis. That was a fiasco.

My trip to New York City with Ron Leoni was an altogether different sort of trip. Paris with Paloma was a cultural enjoyment. I did travel alone to Paris, so that did make for a nice, therapeutic break.

This forthcoming Hawaiian escape will prove to be a relaxing adventure. I know it.

Lynne, my travel arranger, called in sick today! What a drag. Oh well, I will be patient.

Paloma’s letter that I mailed to her on November 18, 1986 returned to me from Spain. It beats me as to where she is now. I am puzzled.

I ate lunch with Carla and some really dorky African-American who was helping set up a cabin escape (for Carla) this weekend. Carla was excited about the escape with some of her friends. I was a little pissed-off because I had to pay for Carla’s lunch.
“Oh Michael, I don’t have my wallet with me.”
I thought, “There’s a limit and the limit is NOW.”

After work I went home and slept for a while. My brain needed rest. It’s a drag getting out of work at 5PM, especially when my office phone rings at 4:55PM.

I did make it to the gym. Mark Landreth was not there. I did see Anne Alberti, leaving the club with that bald Jeff character as I was parking my car. She pretended NOT to notice me. I could easily detect a tiny smirk of a smile. I honked my horn but I didn’t even choose to look to see if she ‘looked’. I simply parked my car and entered the gym. Anne is definitely NO LOSS to me. Her weaknesses more than outweigh her strengths.

I tried to call Eileen but she wasn’t available. She was probably exploring with her sister, Erin (who is twenty-six years old).
PHOTO: Eileen Grabinsky,
wearing my leather jacket from Paris on February 1, 1987

I telephoned Bob Guild and his cheek is swollen.
I laughed out loud and asked, “It’s still swollen?”
Bob snapped, “It isn’t funny!”
He’s really mean. I don’t like it. He acted upset because I didn’t call him yesterday. I don’t owe him ‘shit’. I invited him over (like a fool). After I invited him he seemed to detect some foolish reasoning behind my invite.
Finally, I blurted, “Look, I don’t play head games with people!”
Bob apologized.
Bob said, “You know, Mike, I had a bad day combined with my swollen cheek. I actually told a couple of people off today that didn’t deserve it.”
I guess I was the third person he told off that didn’t deserve it.
I calmed down and said calmly, “We all tend to have our moody days.”
Of course I thought to myself that certain people tend to deal with moody days better than others.

I tried to telephone Mark. He wasn’t home. I felt a need for his calm voice. I was planning on telling him the truth about the 20/20 show he saw last week about sperm donor fathers and how I am one of them. I had previously told Mark that I had a friend that donated his sperm for the needy cause. I need to explain further that ‘in reality’ the friend is ‘me’. As far as I know, there is a one-year old little girl out there in this world that is a part of me.

I hate it when I dress up in business attire and people think I have career goal plans up my sleeve. I don’t know what the uproar is all about. I just feel like dressing nice. What is wrong with this?

Look for the good things, not the faults. It takes a good deal bigger-sized brain to find out what is NOT wrong with people and things, than to find out what is wrong.
-R. L. Sharpe

Gossip In My Ear

2012-01-21T04:00:00.000-08:00

“You hired me to create a product that sells.” -as heard while watching the 2009 film
‘Confessions of a Shopaholic’

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 21, 1987
Wednesday

Carla treated me for lunch at the PIZZA BOAT since I treated her at CRISPS yesterday. She loves CRISPS. They really do supply ‘the works’ for one incredible salad.

Carla asked, “Do you plan what you are going to wear to work the night before?”
I laughed aloud, “No, I just grab whatever I think of wearing in the morning!”
I guess I’m looking good for her to ask this question though. Ha-ha.

It looks like (per office rumor) Paul Margolis may get a temporary managerial promotion to a first-level. Rhoda whispered this gossip in my ear. It irks me. I suppose I really don’t want that promotion anyway. I definitely don’t want it in the Account Collections Department, dealing with delinquent accounts. I’d like that opportunity in Sales or in my line of Marketing (my familiarity). I shall be patient even if there are three openings and sales right now (in Santa Clara, Oakland and Anaheim). I would submit for all three if it were possible. However, I must wait until April 26, 1988 when I have time required in my current title. It’s really only fifteen months.

I took a nap after work because I was mentally drained. I think it was the phone call I received at five minutes to five. It kept me there overtime. I am not going to take calls at that time when I am the only one in the office (while Paul is lounging and laughing in Nikki Bovee’s office). He does nothing. It irks me.

I slept and awoke at 6:45PM. I dressed and drove to my gym in San Leandro.

I saw that Mark Landreth took Anne Alberti’s aerobics class. Mark and I exchanged a few words on general subjects: Tina Titus, biking, windsurfing and ‘not lounging’ but ‘working out hard’.

Stuart Western and I talked a little later, too.

Stuart stated, “Hey, I went skiing for the first time last week.”

“Really…You have to invite me next time because I’m an amateur and I’ve never gone either!”

I arrived at the gym late and left early. I didn’t work out for very long but just enough. I promise myself that this coming Thursday night will be a new ball game of goals.

On Monday, Nikki had said, “When I came in to work with my friend from, Connie, from San Diego I received that top secret card you sent me. I loved it…I was so surprised.”
I smiled and probably blushed; however, I’ve had it with her. I mean, last Friday I asked her out to that harmless Oyster Bar in San Francisco and she acted so scared.
I remember her quick reply, “Oh well...I have to meet a friend but we’ll ALL be going out soon together. I talked to Paul about it.”
Her inclusion of Paul is not my idea of a fun outing, so scratch that. And scratch her!

PHOTO: Eileen Grabinsky, January 31, 1987
Eileen called me at work at 4:30PM.

“Michael, I’m leaving for Portland Oregon on Saturday afternoon.”

"Oh no, that’s sudden.”

“I’ll be back soon…can you pick me up,” she asked.

“Of course, when?”

“I’ll be back on the thirty-first at five o’clock.”

“Okay, I can swing it…somehow. I’ll create a fake dentist appointment.”

I also telephoned Eileen before bedtime tonight. She was already half asleep.

I chose not to call on Bob because I am leery of him. I am simply numb at his ‘wants’ versus mine.

Mike Miller telephoned.
“Are you interested in going to the Black Angus?”
“Well…yeah, but not tonight.”
I really wasn’t in the mood for that place. Give me a break.

Frank Evans, the Stanford University student telephoned also.
“Hi Mike.’

“Hi, how are you doing?”

“Good…I was thinking of going to THE VORTEX this Friday night. I’ll be wearing my new khaki pants and a dark blue shirt.”

He seems like a cool chap. I just may go and surprise him.

Mr. Arce called me on Tuesday night while I was asleep and left a message on my recorder: “I’ll call you tonight.”

He never did call me. I am glad. He’s ugh and NMT (Not My Type). He’s a geeky sort, a mishap to say the least.

I am now looking forward to THE VORTEX this Friday night. It ought to be fun even though I won’t be with Eileen. It will be fun to see Frank Evans and get the latest scoop from him.

I suppose Mark Landreth and I may go out on Saturday night. I don’t know yet. Time will tell.

I watched DYNASTY. I glanced at my latest issue of ESQUIRE Magazine and wrote out a few bills. I drove to my mom’s house so that she could mail them for me. She ‘hand cancels’ my letters when she goes to work at the post-office.

I should be receiving my $8000 and my $5000 from Pacific Telesis Savings, then rest-assured that my VISA (or majority of) nightmare of debt will be over.

“I think it was a necessary good.”
-as heard while watching the 2007 French film

‘Shall We Kiss?’

Pressure and 'Hang-Ups'

2012-01-20T04:00:00.000-08:00

The one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.
-Oscar Wilde
The Picture of Dorian Gray

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 20, 1987
Tuesday

Carla returns to work today.

My resourceful ways have been noticed and I was given forty more accounts, specifically San Francisco based accounts. Yikes! The new accounts won’t be so difficult for me though. I will simply take one case at a time and NOT overdose or panic about my increased files.

Carla was fun today…as usual. I really miss her when she is gone. We had huge salads for lunch at a place called CRISPS. She makes me laugh. I do the same for her. What fun!

Eileen Grabinsky says, “My sister Erin is marrying a Lebanese guy.”
I spoke to her briefly while at work. I wonder if her sister is prepared for the charm of marriage.
Eileen asked, “Could you get February 1st as a day off?”
“I don’t know.”
“I wanted to go skiing.”
“I don’t know about that…but a snow mobile sounds fun.”

After work Bob Guild caught me by phone just before I was leaving for the gym.
“Hey Mike, want to come over for dinner?”
“I don’t know…I was just leaving for the gym.”
“You can stay the night, too.”
I really felt I needed the work out at the gym, so I passed on his offer.
PHOTO: Self-Portrait, in my townhouse on January 27, 1987

Mark Landreth was at the gym and he remarked happily, “Hey, you’re here! I thought I saw a mirage…but no, it’s MIKE!”
I laughed it off. It’s true that I had not been to the gym lately, so I’m glad I made it tonight. It wasn’t easy lifting again. Ugh.

I really feel a difference after my work out. I wore my ‘two piggies screwin’ t-shirt and received a few comments from my fellow gym goers. I saw a few anonymous chuckles from it, too. Of course, Tina Titus noticed the t-shirt.
Tina blurted, “I like your shirt…but it’s gross!”
I replied, “Ahh…they’re just playing.”
She smirked.

Paul Margolis, my coworker, has been overdoing his place at work. He is now assisting Nikki Bovee in some project and it has totally gone to his head. Apparently, Paul has made some requests of Carla in his quest to please Nikki.

I teased Carla today and asked, “Are you Paul’s personal secretary?”
Carla gave me the most disgusted look. She cannot stand this man (Paul).

Suddenly, Gloria Romero was pointed out by Carla as the one that is Paul’s personal secretary. Gloria completely denied it. I laughed. They both smiled but they (Carla and Gloria) are not very intrigued by Paul’s approach.

I telephoned Eileen when I arrived home to thank her for the new T-shirt she sent me.
I announced, “I have a little something for you.”
I still wanted to give her the sterling silver necklace and earrings I chose for her. We had a nice talk. It seems her sister and husband-to-be are having a Super Bowl Party on Sunday.
“If you want to come to the Super Bowl Party, you’re more than welcome.”
“That’s sweet,” I replied, “I’ll let you know.”
I don't know if I can watch tight-ends and wide receivers with her in the same room.

I started to watch the movie FOOTLOOSE. I liked the dancing but I never watched the end because I had to go to bed (after writing another card to Eileen).

Bob thought his Diana Ross postcard was a farewell or goodbye card. He’s got pressure and ‘hang-ups’ that he’ll never rid himself from if he doesn’t stop thinking negatively. He’s often in complaint mode. So what if he attended Harvard. It’s typical of a Libra at times (as I think of Sue Miller and Helen).

“Harvard makes mistakes, too.”
-Woody Allen
ANNIE HALL

A Swell Lad

2012-01-19T04:00:00.000-08:00

To him, man was a being with myriad lives and myriad sensations, a complex multiform creature that bore within itself strange legacies of thought and passion.

-Oscar Wilde
THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 19, 1987

Monday

It was funny to listen to Bob Guild say, “I can have anybody I want!”

“Give me a break,” I thought, “Well, he can’t have me.”

I don’t believe what he says. I am not sure I can have anybody I want. It depends on a mutual understanding between the two individuals.

My mom and pop are a Godsend. I took the express bus to San Francisco and they took my car to Grand Auto for a new water pump. I had forgotten how easy it is to take the express bus to The City. Mom picked me up at the Fruitvale BART station. She dropped me off to pick up my car. I ate dinner with mom at her house. It was my lucky day.

I left to unwind, relax and nap at my house when Frank Evans telephoned. He’s the nineteen year old from Stanford University.

“I miss Reno sometimes but I love it here,” Frank said.

I got to know him a little bit better over the phone.

Frank added, “You know, I may go to THE VORTEX this Friday night. I mean, I have tentative plans for a ski trip in Reno but I may…or may not go.”

I could tell he was fishing. He was beating around the bush to find out if I would go to THE VORTEX this Friday night.

“Well, I will probably go to THE VORTEX on Friday night. I just love the music there,” I replied.

“I’ll let you know if I go,” Frank blurted.

We had a lengthy conversation. He’s a swell lad.

I telephoned Eileen Grabinsky earlier but there was no answer. I had called earlier in the day and there was no answer at that time either.

Juan Azalle-Arce telephoned.

Juan asked, “Did you chicken out?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know…about coming over.”

“Oh…I guess I did,” I laughed.

“Listen…call me back at ten o’clock.”

I foolishly called him back. I didn’t have anything else to do.

When I telephoned Juan at 10PM he said, “Sorry, I have a friend over from a lower flat. I’ll call you back.”

“What a jerk!” I thought.

Juan called me at 11:45PM (just after I’d hung up the phone with Frank Evans). Juan persuaded me to come to San Francisco. I went ahead with his dare and realized that he really isn’t anything spectacular. He is into ART and has many nice pieces in his apartment. I stayed the night on a friendship level only. It was an easy commute to work since I was already in The City; however, I was unpleasantly surprised by a ticket on my car. I was parked on a street cleaning zone. The ticket is ten dollars. Oh well, it was all part of my acting on a dare. I wanted to be adventurous. Perhaps it was only to add some spice to my journal. As far as I’m concerned it was a ‘let down’.

I hope Frank Evans will turn out to be my friend. Time will tell.

Mom made her sweet rice with the whipped egg white topping sprinkled with cinnamon. She knows that’s my favorite. She’s too much. I had mentioned it to her today and she made it especially for me. I love her to the fullest. My mom and dad are really everything to me. I love them both very much.

I wonder where Eileen Grabinsky and I stand at this stage of the game. She puzzles me. Does she think she has the upper hand? I will call her on Tuesday. Oh yes, I want some answers.

And his mother…he had got from her his beauty, and his passion for the beauty of others.

-Oscar Wilde

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

Luck

2012-01-18T04:00:00.000-08:00

Be grateful for LUCK, but don’t depend on it.

-William Feather

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 18, 1987
Sunday

I was on my way to Eileen’s but my car was not cooperating. My plans did not pan out on seeing her. I had to make a detour back to ma and pa’s house. I ended up draining my radiator and adding new anti-freeze coolant and water. I suddenly learned that I had a leak. I needed a new water pump. It was a bad LUCK sort of day.

I telephoned Eileen and explained the situation with my car troubles. I ended up staying home. I lounged and felt rather depressed.

I received a phone call from Frank Evans. I had forgotten that I had casually met him at THE VORTEX club in Palo Alto. He is a freshman student at Stanford University. He’s formerly a resident of Reno, Nevada. He’s only nineteen years old. He must be smart. It’s odd because THE VORTEX is not a gay club but somehow they find me. I know Frank is attracted to me. I cannot say I feel the same way.

I had also met Juan Azalle-Arce of 631 O’Farrell Street at 415-928-3628. He’s NMT (Not My Type) but he was cordial enough. I didn’t know his telephone until he recently informed me. I know he wants me to visit him in San Francisco sometime.

I just lounged at home and went to bed early.

Bob Guild telephoned me just before bedtime. He is draining my mentality. He’s okay but he’s just NMT. I want to steer clear and keep him only as a good friend.

The secret of a good life is to have the right loyalties and to hold them in the right scale of values.
-Norman Thomas

Scaring Me

2012-01-17T04:00:00.000-08:00

“Life has been your ART. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.”

-Oscar Wilde
THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 17, 1987
Saturday

Mom and I went to Ole’s Waffle Shop this morning. We bought some LOTTO tickets at the Alameda Drug Store ‘just for fun’. She won five-dollars. I won ‘ZERO’.

I went for about an-hour long bike ride. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I had to RIDE with a cold or not.

I tried napping which worked. I napped. I love my sleeping time.

Bob Guild called me again. I was persuaded to drive over to Berkeley to see him. We ended up driving in to San Francisco where we ate at La Posada in Pacific Heights. It was his lunch treat. We actually had a good time.

While in The City I bought a new ERASURE cassette tape to listen to during the drive. Bob bought a COREY HART cassette tape. We did some window shopping and then I filled my car with gas. I suddenly noticed the temperature gauge of my car was “HOT”.

Bob said, “You know…there’s an anti-freeze odor.”
When we arrived to Bob’s place in Berkeley we added water to my radiator. That seemed to cool things down. I drove straight home after filling the car with water. Bob was scaring me with his panic-ridden tone about my car. He was making me feel so stressed. I kept looking at my watch. I just wanted to get home where I felt safe.
Bob spoke loudly, “You could burn your engine!”
Get a grip!

“He won’t stop. He’s got a genuine taste for it.”
-1986 film,
MANHUNTER

A Deal

2012-01-16T04:00:00.000-08:00

The burning fire of desire was consuming me.

-2011 Moroccan film,
LOVE IN THE MEDINA

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 16, 1987
Friday

It’s always nice on a Friday. It’s the end of my work week.

Mark Landreth called but he seemed ‘out of it’ tonight. I don’t think he wanted to go out. We ended the phone call with a deal: ‘If either of us felt up to going out, then one must call the other.’ I didn’t call him. He didn’t call me.

Bob Guild called me though. He came over to my place again and we watched another movie. This time we watched “MAKING THE GRADE”. The story was mainly about a clash between rich and poor as a streetwise kid swaps identities with a rich kid at an upper crust prep school. I thought Bob might identify to some extent since he’d gone to Harvard. Bob left after the movie. There was a passion-filled moment at the doorway. I kind of liked that.

Yeah…Bob left and he made an interesting comment during the evening.
Bob relayed to me, “I don’t feel secure in us.”
I shrugged it off. Deep down I know I felt the same way. He’s NMT (Not My Type).

“I want to go to that vast unknown place.”
-2011 Japanese film,
POSTCARD

Building Confidence

2012-01-15T04:00:00.000-08:00

“Why ruin it all over a moment of tension?”

-2011 Italian film,
APARTMENT IN ATHENS

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 15, 1987
Thursday

Yesterday (January 14th), I got my chance to talk to Nikki Bovee, my second line manager. We discussed Eileen, my gal. We also spoke of my getting to Yellow Page Sales eventually.

During lunch time (yesterday) I went to MARY JANE’s Card Shop and I bought a few cards. I bought three specifically for Eileen but I got some good generic ones for others. I found a Diana Ross postcard for Bob Guild that I know he’ll love.

I made it to my gym last night. I saw Dave and Mark.
Both Dave and Mark made a short comment like, “It’s about time!”
I defended myself by saying, “Well, I had a relapse of my cold.”
“Yeah sure,” Mark bounced back.

I came home and watched DYNASTY. While watching I wrote out cards to Nikki Bovee, Eileen Grabinsky and Bob Guild.
While watching DYNASTY Bob telephoned. We had some good conversation with regard to building confidence and feeling good ‘even when not having a relationship’.

PHOTO: February 1987, 'me' and Eileen

I telephoned Eileen right before I went to bed. We talked about marriage. It was more like talk about ‘her’ marriage (not ours…she referenced it with whoever and whenever). Eileen does foresee her marriage by age twenty-four though. I like her energy. I am finding myself in deep consideration of her as my marriage partner. Time will tell.

I liked when Eileen said, “I’ll HALT everything for you on Sunday.”

“Okay then I’ll pick you up and bring you here to show you around Alameda, my hometown.”

The 15th of January:

Today is the J. Gaulding meeting. He is the President of Pac Bell Directory. I feel like ‘so what’…he’s just another person. He ‘shits’ in a toilet just like the rest of us.

I think I put Gaulding in a ‘think on it position’.
I actually asked him a couple of double-in-one questions like, “What do you think of the Talking Yellow Pages and what are we doing to become internationally known via new products and services?”
I also asked him, “What do you know of the restructuring of the sales force and how do the NEW Key Account Sales Reps fit in to the picture?”

It was a good meeting.

Nikki Bovee said to me later, “You had some very good questions. Thank you so much. It’s really exciting to be here in Directory!”
I answered with a smile, “I agree.”

I had a fair work day. It just sort of moved along quickly. I lunched alone over at PASTELS on Mission.

When I finally got home due to the traffic trauma I chose to lie down for a while.

I telephoned Sherri about going out for Chinese food. We ate at Lung Kong and it was good. Ashley ‘acted up’ a little but she was cool overall.

I didn’t go to the gym because I felt my cold recurring, so I decided to stay home.

I have this idea to work on a project all on my own and submit it to Gaulding, the President of Pac Bell Directory. I will title my project ‘Forecasting the Future for Pac Bell Directory’. I need inspirational support. I ought to work on it and ‘show my stuff’!

I called Eileen. We talked about driving down to Newport Beach on Valentine’s Weekend. I wonder if that will actually happen.

Bob called and we are ‘ON’ for a dinner this coming Saturday night.

I wrote to Greg Jonsson in Chicago. I decided to reply back to the letter I received from him today.

“For once in your life…just think about yourself.”
-HIS SECRET LIFE,
2001 Italian film

The Beauty and Power of the Whale

2012-01-14T04:00:00.000-08:00

The whales, you see, eat up the little fish.
-Thomas Churchyard

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 14, 1987
Wednesday

Steve Adams, my boss, consulted with me about appraisals, work performance and what is required of me on the job. What hogwash! I’ve served three months of my time and I have fifteen more to go. I intend to be out of here and shoot for my sales job. Actually, I have six weeks off and another five weeks off next year so that’s 11 weeks (about 3 months) of time off, so I really only have twelve months left in this department. Hee-Hee!

My car wouldn’t start this morning. I called my Dad to come over to do the jumping cable trick at 7:30AM. I will leave my car running at my parking lot until 8:20AM, then hope it will start for me when I get out of work. If not I will be very bummed out (to say the least).

I want to go Whale watching in Point Reyes. The number to call is 415-663-8522. I really want to do that sometime. I will note it down as one of my “things to do”. After seeing the “STAR TREK IV: THE VOYAGE HOME” flick it has enlightened me to the beauty and power of the whale.

“Music is the thing I love most.”
-2011 film, APARTMENT IN ATHENS

Colorful Metaphors

2012-01-13T04:00:00.000-08:00

“If you keep pouting your face will freeze like that!”

-as heard in the 2011 Italian film
APARTMENT IN ATHENS

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 13, 1987
Tuesday

It was two years ago today that I met Chris Cordellos at the I-BEAM nightclub in San Francisco. I thought of giving him a call tonight. I didn’t.

I had lunch with Barbara Reynolds at LITTLE JOE’S. Silly me went ahead and treated her to lunch. Ah…oh well, it’s no big deal.

I had already decided I wouldn’t go to the gym since I still was under the weather. When I settled into my car it wouldn’t start-up because I had left the lights on since early this morning. I had them on because of the early morning fog. Damn! Luckily, a nice Asian lady was willing to jump her juice on to mine. I was so happy that I bought those jumping cables at GRAND AUTO the last time I was there. They were conveniently in the trunk of my car.

I went home and Bob Guild had left a message on my recorder.
“Hey Mike, would you like to go and see the new STAR TREK IV movie with me and my pal, Felix, from San Mateo?”
And so…since I knew I wasn’t going to the gym. And since…I like Bob’s company I decided to accept his invitation.

Bob drove to my place in Alameda to pick me up. He drove to Hillsdale Shopping Center in San Mateo. I bought some new black sweatpants while we were at MACY’s. We ate some raunchy tortellini and then headed over to the movie theaters. This 'STAR TREK IV: The Voyage Home' was a pretty good flick. I learned of some ‘colorful metaphors’ (or dirty words shall we say). The movie was amusing in parts. It was especially nice to see scenes of San Francisco that have become so familiar.

When I arrived home I called Bob and left him a good message, summarizing how much fun I had this evening. I figured it would be nice for him to hear when he arrived home.

I just remembered that Ellison (at 415-921-7008) called me last night. He’s the videographer. I was too out-of-it to return his call. I simply went straight to bed.

“You’ve got to have some fuss.”
-as heard while watching the 2011
film from ISRAEL, “Restoration”

That Trip to Hawaii

2012-01-12T04:00:00.000-08:00

“Seasons change…but nothing ever changes at all.”

-as heard while watching the 1983 film
THE MAKIOKA SISTERS

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 12, 1987
Monday

I had lunch with Ryan Hargrave today. It looks like he is definitely moving to Texas. He’ll be back. I just know it.

I keep having this fantasy about marrying Eileen Grabinsky. Is this what I really want? I don’t know…yet.

I bumped into Nikki Bovee at noon.
Nikki said, “You know…I read your aspirations, the short and long-term goals today and I loved it! Steve will be talking to you tomorrow.”
I smiled at the time. Now I wonder what it all means. I know Paul Margolis let Nikki in on his desire to take on the Account Collections Manager position in Los Angeles. I might like to have that position myself. It could lead me into the sales force faster at Pac Bell Directory. We shall see.

I have a recurring cough. My throat feels a tad swollen. I am still sick. I chose to take it easy. I don’t want to push myself. I didn’t bother going to the gym tonight.

Judy Geniella called me from Sacramento. It was really nice to hear from her. She loves not having to commute in to San Francisco anymore.

I invited Bob Guild over for pizza at my place. I wanted some company. We ate as we watched some movie about a gang that kills a spic (Spanish Puerto-Rican type). Bob left halfway through THE TONIGHT SHOW (with guest host Joan Rivers). I hit the hay after the show.

Carla has the week off from work. Tomorrow I have lunch plans with Barbara Reynolds. I have to take it easy because I’ve been working so hard lately. I am looking into that trip to Hawaii in February. I deserve the escape.

Bob Guild wrote in my House Book: “To think we met on the road.”
That was pretty clever. I liked that.

“The loudest one in the room is the weakest one in the room!”
-Denzel Washington
in the 2007 film AMERICAN GANGSTER

Stand By Me

2012-01-11T04:00:00.000-08:00

“Life is a chess game for me.”
-Thierry Guetta, a French immigrant in L.A. obsessed with graffiti street art
EXIT THROUGH THE GIFT SHOP, a 2010 documentary

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 11, 1987
Sunday

My cold felt really “blah-zay” today. It was probably from going out again last night. I decided to stay in bed for a good part of the day.

I did speak to Bob Guild on the telephone briefly. He was off to work at around noon.

Ma and Pa came over to visit me. I tagged along with them back to their house and ended up taking a long nap there. My brother, Tony, and his wife, Helen stopped by. For some reason, the ‘vibes’ of T & H are leaving much to be desired. Tony’s money hungry, overly ambitious and non-humanitarian attitude bugs me. And Helen’s ‘snoopy’ ways are a tad overbearing.

I went to Bob Guild’s apartment in Berkeley later. We planned to see the film PLATOON but the line was much too long. We chose to see STAND BY ME instead.

Mike Miller telephoned me just as I was leaving to Bob’s place. I cut our conversation short and left for Berkeley.

Bob made a suggestion: “You know…we should move to Huntington Beach.”
“That’s an idea,” I replied, although I was rather surprised when he suggested it.

I knew the concept of just moving to Huntington Beach was a very doubtful venture for me right now. Time will tell. I really don’t think it’s written in my stars though.

“Life really has only one beginning and one end…and a whole lot of middle.”
-GLEE
Season I, Episode 22

Voluptuous Kisses

2012-01-10T04:00:00.000-08:00

“I only live for today.”
-The Man from Nowhere
a 2010 South Korean film

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 10, 1987
Saturday

Mom accompanied to MARY’S to buy a scarf and some red-raving gloves as a gift for Carla Guzman’s Birthday. Carla’s birthday party is tonight.

I enjoyed breakfast at mom’s house and returned to my place. My cold is still not totally clear, so I wanted to lounge. I really wanted to go bike riding but I knew it wouldn’t be wise.

Mark Landreth called and I shared my brainstorm idea.
“Hey Mark! Why don’t you, Eileen, Mandy and I come to Carla’s party tonight?”
I learned later that Mandy was going to THE BANK EXCHANGE in San Francisco with her girlfriend, Gina. In any case, I gave Mandy and Mark the address to Carla’s party. Who knows? Maybe they’ll both change their minds.

It was time to get ready and drive over to pick-up Eileen. I was fifteen minutes early which I later learned is a no-no. Eventually, we were off to The City. I could tell that Eileen had someone on her mind. Who? I do not know.
“You know, Eileen, I need a haircut.”
Eileen replied, “Well, you could get it cut shorter on top and add some gel for that wet look.”
“Sounds good to me…I’ll try it.”

Eileen and I made it to PHILLIPINE HALL where Carla’s party was taking place. It wasn’t exactly ‘happening’ when we arrived. We stayed for a dance or two and then told Carla we were heading out to THE BANK EXCHANGE to get my cousin and Mark. Of course, we never returned. We ended up driving back to Palo Alto to THE VORTEX.

While at THE VORTEX I gave Brian the bartender a ‘buck tip’. I also saw Eileen’s old high-school beau (Dave) who is about twenty years old. She pointed him out to me. In my opinion he looked fat and much older than I.

Eileen will be heading to Newport Beach next weekend with her girlfriend, Katrina. Eileen’s brother is living there and she’s excited to go for the visit. We parted the night with a few voluptuous kisses while in my car. We ended on a good night and an overall lovely evening.

“Love which is simply free is a wonderful thing.”
-Sophie Scholl-The Final Days
a 2005 German film

Hot Chocolate

2012-01-09T05:00:00.000-08:00

“Living one life wasn’t enough.”

-Pedro Almodovar’s film
BROKEN EMBRACES

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 9, 1987
Friday

It was a great day primarily because it was a Friday. I had a lot of customers to deal with.

After work I had to get ready. I showered and drove to Berkeley. I found Bob Guild's apartment easily. He didn’t have much furniture. This surprised me since he sold furniture for a living. It was as if he only planned to live there for a while in anticipation of a new opportunity elsewhere. I did relish his homemade lasagna. It was excellent.

Bob and I had planned to go out to see a movie but that didn’t pan out. We…
Well, we saw the beginning part of The Tonight Show with Joan Rivers.
Bob asked, “Why don’t you just spend the night?”
I wanted to go out to fulfill my craving for hot-chocolate. Bob was stubborn and didn't want to budge.

I ended up driving home. I was in my very own cozy, warm bed by half past midnight.

“Everything’s already happened to me. All that’s left is to enjoy life.”
-Pedro Almodovar’s film
BROKEN EMBRACES

If Elvis Had a Son

2012-01-08T05:00:00.000-08:00

PHOTO: Elvis lookalike (dad) and mom

“I’m tingling with curiosity.”
-The Man From Nowhere
2010 South Korean film

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 8, 1987
Thursday

It’s Elvis Presley’s Birthday again. I always think of my Dad. He had an amazing resemblance to Elvis. If Elvis had a son, I could have been him.

My nose has still been stuffed-up. It’s annoying. I scheduled a doctor appointment because of my new medical coverage. I also verified my dentist appointment on January 27th.

I telephoned Eileen and explained about Carla’s Birthday party.
“So, do you want to go to Carla’s party?”
“Well, that sounds fun…but I like parties with a theme.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, you know---like a dress code of just red, black or white.”
“I’m not sure if she has a theme but it can still be fun.”
Eileen changed the subject, “You know, I’m going with my sister to Le Paradis tonight…maybe you should go, too.”
“I’ll try and see. I think Carla told me at work today that she was going to Le Paradis tonight.”
I thought to myself, “I just may go.”

I fell asleep after my work day. At 7:30PM Sherri called.

Sherri said, “Hi Mike, my girlfriend Kim is here and I thought you might want to go out with us for a Mexican dinner.”
“It’s kind of too late to eat for me but I want to come over now anyway because I have an ELROY of ‘The Jetsons’ stuffed toy to give to Ashley.”Ashley loved ELROY. Ashley wanted me to stay at her house. She wanted to spend time with me. Ashley really knows how to touch my heart. It’s a great feeling when a child shows affection to an adult.

Kim (Sherri’s friend) looked pretty cute. It was nice to meet her.

I did leave for my gym. There weren’t a lot of familiar faces there tonight. I didn’t even see Mark.

I returned home and called Sherri.
“Hi. I just wanted to tell you that I liked Kim. She’s cute. Maybe we could arrange something.”
“Oh I’ll see. Right now we’re watching KNOTS LANDING.”
“Oh okay, no problem…I’ll let you go for now.”

I got ready and went to Le Paradis after all. I didn’t see Eileen at the club at first. Then I noticed her. I was sure she saw me but she didn’t come over to talk to me. It sort of bummed me out. I sat at the bar and ordered two fuzzy navel cocktails. The bar service was ‘the shits’. I decided I was going to leave when I suddenly saw Carla.

I met Carla’s friends (Marina, Carlos and some other fellow). I didn’t bother to stay for very long. I danced with Carla but I left at twenty minutes after midnight. I was in bed by one o’clock.

I was thinking of Eileen as I was lying in bed.
I thought, “What a wench to play games and not come up to me while I was sitting alone at the bar. Then again, I played the game by not going to her either. Oh well…”

Tomorrow night I will be hanging out with Bob Guild in Berkeley. It might be a fun adventure. Who knows? This friend of Sherri’s (named Kim) might work out for me.

I did see the blond looker at the gym today. We merely exchanged small talk…or at least I did. She barely blurts anything. I’m beginning to feel that’s a hopeless cause.
PHOTO: Jan. 27, 1987-Self-Portrait in my pad with my new BIANCHI bike

I have been feeling run down lately. I may ride my new BIANCHI bike a bit on Saturday. I intend to sleep a lot on Saturday.
Bob said, “You know, you can stay over on Friday night.”

I am skeptical and I don’t know if I will spend the night at his apartment or not.

“Give chance a chance.”
-as heard watching the 2008 film PARIS

To Be On-Guard

2012-01-07T05:00:00.000-08:00

“It would be cowardice in me NOT to carry out an action which maybe could be useful to me.”

-Stendhal
The Red and the Black

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 7, 1987
Wednesday

I continually have to blow my nose. At least it’s not running non-stop anymore. It’s definitely stuffed-up a bit.

Carla Guzman returned to work today. We ate lunch together in the cafeteria in memory of Pacific Bell’s three-year birthday as its own company. There was a special luncheon served because of it.

Carla is having a birthday party on Saturday, January 10, 1987. She has invited me to attend.
“You can bring Eileen,” Carla announced.
I was surprised about the invitation to include Eileen. That was sweet of her. She mentioned Mark, too but I hate to invite both Mark and Eileen because they I’d feel I’d have to be on-guard of both of them to ensure they had a good time. I think I’ll just go with Eileen. Besides, she and I originally had a date set up for Saturday at the CARNELIAN ROOM. It seems we can never make it to that place.

I fell asleep as soon as I arrived home. I was awakened by a phone call by Greg Manachevitz at 6:45PM. How annoying is that? It seems that Mike Miller, Greg and some new San Mateo friend of theirs that recently moved here from Indiana was over and they were all going to a movie.
Greg asked, “Do you want to come with us?”
I was groggy and chose not to join them because my priority is the gym on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday nights.

I received a card from Greg Jonnson in Chicago. He supposedly slightly resembles Mel Gibson (according to Johnny Schaefer). He was also the culprit in the ‘Johnny vs. Jeff Lindfors’ Chicago person scandal. It was nice of him to send d me a card. I responded by sending him a card as well. How harmless could that be?

I received a message from Eileen.
She asked, “Hi Jake Jag, I was wondering if you could meet me at the Double Rainbow Ice-Cream shop for a coffee drink tonight?”
I was at the gym when she called. I tried to return her call but she wasn’t home.

Bob Guild called and left a message also.
Bob asked, “Hey Mike, could you return my call when you get this?”
I returned his call and asked, “What are you up to?”
Bob politely stated, “I just made lasagna and I’m having dinner. Hey listen, I was wondering if you might be able to come over on Friday night to have dinner here.”
“Sounds like a deal to me.”
Bob’s astrological sign is LIBRA. He was born on October 14th. I think we seem to get along rather well. I like him. I guess Friday night will be fun.

I really think I want to go to Hawaii in February. It’s chilly here and I could use some rays of sunshine. I shall wait and see before I make the final decision.

I went on a break with Carla today. When I returned to my desk Nikki Bovee (my second line manager) and Bob (the fourth line manager) were at my desk, looking through my accounts. It almost seemed like a scene from THREE DAYS OF THE CONDOR. I felt a feeling of alarm. It was as if I was being investigated without my knowledge. Nikki started to commend me on my organizational skills. Her comments made me feel much better.

There’s a Directory Sales job opening in Los Angeles. I cannot even submit for the opening until my time-in-title is completed for this current job. I have to wait until April 1988. It’s only fifteen months away.

Mark Landreth was at the gym, wearing his half-SUNKIST t-shirt. He shows off his abdominal muscles and it looks really hot. I try to look when he doesn’t notice though I am sure he can see me ‘see’.

When Mark left the gym he said, “I have to rest up for the weekend.”

I wondered if he wants to do something.

Then he added, “My ma and pa have that FIRST BLOOD videotape, so I may borrow it.”

I wondered if he would bring the videotape over (on Sunday) to watch it at my house if I asked him. I felt a shy shadow reign over me and I didn’t ask.

Happiness is available. Please help yourself to it. All of us have the capacity of transforming neutral feelings that can last a long time.
-Thich Nhat Hanh
BEING PEACE

'I Don't Want To Do It'

2012-01-06T05:00:00.000-08:00

“Be everything and anything you want to be.”

-Michael J Armijo
Philosophical Statements

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 6, 1987
Tuesday

I was right! I got to pick another day off in the place of July 4th since it falls on a Saturday this year. I now have a week off in February, one week in June and two weeks in November. I will also take a week sick (probably in April). I may even take another week sick between May and December. I need ‘my’ time.

Carla didn’t show up for work again. We brought in a cake for her birthday and she didn’t even show up. Oh well…we ate it anyway.

I enjoyed my lunch with Rhoda Takeda again.

I made it to the gym again after a good nap from 6PM – 7PM.

Mark Landreth, Stuart Western and Kathy Ortega were all at the gym. I simply did my workout and went straight home. It was the same ole, same ole.

I telephoned Margaret Lai and we’ve confirmed a lunch date for this Thursday. She’s a sweetie.
Margaret whispered, “You know, Mike, I was dating my neighbor.”
“That’s nice. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Yeah, but he wanted to YOU KNOW WHAT.”
“Oh,” I laughed.
Margaret confided, “And I don’t want to do it…not yet anyway.”

I called Eileen.
“Hi,” I announced, “I was just thinking of you.”
“You were?”
“Yes a lot, too.”
“Oh yeah…you know, I don’t believe that you write about me in your journal.”
I knew this was a ploy for me to read my words to her. I think we mutually like one another a lot. That’s a plus. We definitely decided that we will dine at the CARNELIAN ROOM on Saturday night.
Eileen said, “Saturday is perfect because I want to go out with Katrina this Friday night.”
I thought quietly to myself, “Oh God, that Katrina is so geeky.”

I telephoned Bob Guild and we agreed to hit a movie this Friday in Berkeley. He lives in Berkeley. We plan to have coffee and just ‘hang out’ and get to know one another better.

I wrote Eileen two cards. I will mail them tomorrow.

Sometimes, he reached across and brushed a stray strand of hair from her eyes. The gesture was so unaffected, almost solemn, that the mother ignored the impropriety.
-Bette Bao Lord
SPRING MOON

Cool Whip

2012-01-05T05:00:00.000-08:00

“Remember the most effective attack is not always the direct one; cultivate subtleties.”
-Bette Bao Lord
SPRING MOON

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 5, 1987
Monday

Here are a couple of my fortunes that were inside my Chinese fortune cookies:

Rely on your own good judgment to lead you to success.

You have an ambitious nature and may make a name for yourself.

It was not easy waking up this morning. I managed somehow. I had some coffee at work and that wired-up my psyche.

My sister-in-law, Sherri, called me at work.
“Mike, do you think you could watch Ashley for me while I register for some class at College of Alameda?”
“Of course, okay.”

I arrived home and received my new Patelco Credit Union checks that I had ordered. I wrote out a couple of checks and then got ready for the gym when Johnny Schaefer called me. We had a brief talk.
Johnny asked, “Did Greg call you from San Francisco?”
I lied about speaking to him.
“No, I didn’t talk to him. I did get a recorded message from him though.”
I don’t know why I lied. I just didn’t feel like any drama at that moment.

Ashley, my niece, is so cute. She put her arm around me while I read DONALD DUCK; HUEY, DEWEY & LOUIE; and another fairy-tale book. Ashley was going to let me take one of the books home but NOT the ‘WINNIE THE POOH’ book. It was pure joy to babysit Ashley.

I made it to the gym after 8PM. Russ was there and we exchanged a few words.
Russ exclaimed, “You know, I haven’t been here for like two weeks!”

Kathy Ortega came by to interrogate me about my outing with Mark on NEW YEAR’S EVE to the Hyatt Regency. She is so NMT (Not My Type).

Mark and Dave also came by the gym. Dave left quickly but Mark talked to me for a while.
Mark said, “Tina Titus called me Sunday night.”
I asked, “What about Dana, the twin?”
“Oh, she ended up not visiting me on Sunday.”
I mentioned, “Well, I went out with Eileen for dinner and we saw that ‘Morning After’ movie.”
Mark left and I went to SAFEWAY. I was amazed that there were no bananas! I was craving some potassium.

I telephoned Mark Landreth again at around 10:20PM when I was relaxing at home.
I said, “Oh, I forgot to tell you something.”
“What?”
“I saw YOUR girl tonight.”
“Who’s that?”
“Kathy Ortega!”
He laughed, realizing I was joking with him.
“Well, I saw your girl…Anne…but I just said HI.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, you know---I had this kinky experience with this girl once.”
“REALLY…C’mon, tell me what happened?”
“Let’s just say it involved a lot of shaving cream.”
I laughed and proceeded to ask if he’d ever heard of a girl from Hayward named Tammy Duhr.
“No, never heard of her.”
“Oh, well she went to your Arroyo High School but she was a couple of years younger than you. You made me think of her because Tammy and I had our own little experience with COOL WHIP.”
I shared a few other kinky stories because he wanted to hear them.
I said, “I’ll tell you another one…another time.”

I was too fearful to share a man-to-man story of intimacy with him. I was tempted. It seemed like the perfect time. We continued the flirtatious talk and contemplated stripping for future bachelorette parties. He’s all for it. We are seriously considering it to make some extra money on the side. Ha-ha…maybe it’s his way of dancing with me.

I found Bob Guild’s business card in my wallet and telephoned him. He had left a message on my recorder. I called him back and we talked. We both concurred about the good time we had last night.
Bob said, “You know, we should go for an amateur bike ride some time.”
“Sure, let’s do that,” I answered.

The call ended. I realized that he really is a nice chap though a tad controlling.

“He is a control freak though I am the better driver.”
-Margaret Hawkins
How We Got Barb Back

The Morning After

2012-01-04T05:00:00.000-08:00

“If LOVE is liking someone an awful lot, then I suppose I’m in love with several people.”
-Stieg Larsson
The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 4, 1987
Sunday

I woke up and I telephoned Eileen Grabinsky. She had left me a message on my answering machine last night. We talked for a good while this morning.
At the end of our conversation I said, “Well, I’m biking it on the new wheels.”

Before I hopped on the new BIANCHI wheels I called Mark Landreth.
Mark answered in a lonely monotone way by asking, “Hello?”
“Hey, I’m going to hop on my new bike and I was thinking of riding to San Lorenzo. Will you be home?”
“Yeah, I’ll be here.”
He sounded like he could stand a visit.
I left at precisely noon but got a flat tire on Doolittle Drive. Bummer!

I ran into my dad who was taking his walk along Harbor Bay Parkway. I walked my bike while we walked with me. It was a nice, spontaneous and unexpected time with dad.

I ended up taking my bike to a Berkeley bike shop where they raised the seat and fixed the flat tire. I was raring to go and went biking over to ma and pa’s house. Mom and Dad were in mellow out mode.
Dad said, “We’re not having dinner here tonight.”
I responded by saying, “Well, I may be over anyway because I need help zipping my rear window of my convertible.”

When I returned to my pad I called Mark but his line was busy.
I telephoned Eileen again and she persuaded me into driving over to Burlingame.
I exclaimed, “Hey yeah, we can have dinner somewhere, too!”

Greg Jonnson called me from the San Francisco Airport. He was on his way to Chicago. He seems like a nice enough chap but there was not time for me to go over to meet him (especially since I was already set with my plan to see Eileen). Greg’s layover was only a couple of hours. He’s an okay guy. We had a good talk though.

Eileen and I ended up dining at NATHAN’s in Burling game. The final cost was thirty-two dollars. We then hit the road for Hillsdale Mall in San Mateo to see the new Jane Fonda, Jeff Bridges flick called “THE MORNING AFTER”. Eileen is so funny. I had to explain to her who the murderer was after the movie. We departed with kisses in front of her doorstep. That moment seemed like a movie in and of itself. She gave me a butterscotch lifesaver (my favorite).

I left in my car and found myself in a dense fog on the freeway. I made the wrong exit and took a whiz at a nearby hole-in-the-wall. I had to pee badly. While there I met Bob Guild as I asked him for directions. Bob went to school at Harvard University. I was impressed and found him thoughtful to take the time to talk to me. He claimed that he came from a well-to-do family but had a bit of bad luck and now works as a commission salesman in the furniture business.
“I work at Brueners in Daly City. Here’s my card,” Bob said, flashing a smile with his blond, older looking Troy Donahue looks.
Bob is a nice chap. We got to know each other pretty well in such a short time.

While I was out with Eileen I received phone calls from that chap named Ellison, my mom, Mark Landreth, Johnny Schaefer and Lottie (of Sacramento).

I didn’t sleep very well but I will make up for it the following night (if I get to bed early).

“We had a wild talk session covering God, sex, crime, war, etc, etc.”
-James Kirkwood
Good Times, Bad Times, a novel

The 'Priscilla Presley' Lookalike

2012-01-03T05:00:00.000-08:00

“I never lie. I omit.”
-David’s Birthday
2009 Italian film

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 3, 1987
Saturday

It’s funny how Ashley blamed Lauren for putting rice in the coffee bin. She’s a character.

I called that phone number and met Ellison the other night. We had a lengthy discussion. I think his phone number is 931-7708. He does documentary videos and seemed like a nice enough gent.

I woke up and took mom out for breakfast at Ole’s Waffle Shop on Park Street. I saw Lori Jennings from my high-school graduating class. She was blonder and looked more mature.

After breakfast mom and I watched “Beverly Hills Madam” starring Faye Dunaway and Donna Dixon while at mom’s house. I took a nap on the couch after the movie.

When I woke up I called Eileen Grabinsky. Of course, she wasn’t there. She and I were planning to go to the Carnelian Room in San Francisco for dinner. We talked about going out later but I decided to accept Mark Landreth’s offer.
Mark had asked, “Do you want to go out to that HOTS joint in Pleasanton to meet up with the twins, Dana and Jana?”

The HOTS joint in Pleasanton turned out to be kind of a drag though. I saw a tan Priscilla Presley lookalike. Unfortunately, she left the place much too early. Nothing came of the chance meeting other than ‘small talk’. I will likely never see her again.
PHOTO: Priscilla Presley

I didn’t win the LOTTO lottery ticket this week. Mom and I played together for the first time. It was fun.

Carla’s birthday is tomorrow.
If I’m not mistaken she said, “I’m having a birthday party next weekend!”

I think I would like to attend.

Mark and I hung out with the twins (Dana and Jana) in the HOTS parking lot for a while for some mild chit chat. Then we left. Mark and I made a deal to get-together again tomorrow. He’s becoming more QBL (Questionable).

“I’d rather not play your emotional tug-of-war.”
-David’s Birthday
2009, Italian film

Poison Ivy

2012-01-02T05:00:00.000-08:00

He had been transformed to a little blip on the horizon, a minor perturbation factor in her existence.

-Stieg Larsson
“The Girl Who Played With Fire”

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 2, 1987
Friday

At least it’s Friday. There’s no denying that I still had to report to work. The traffic conditions were so free this morning. I woke up at 7:05AM. During the drive to work I wondered how Eileen Grabinsky enjoyed her New Year’s Eve.

I was excited to realize that on May 3, 1987 I will be working the 8AM to 4PM work shift. In April I plan on calling in sick for a week. I may even do it in March just to get some additional time off.

Carla Guzman returned to work. She persuaded me to go to ‘DV8’ tonight. It’s a nightclub in San Francisco. As the hours flew by I realized I wasn’t going to go after all.

I telephoned Mark Landreth to see what he was doing on this Friday night.
Mark answered, “I’m going out with Ivy.”
That’s his on again/off again girlfriend that he knows from high-school. Her name is Ivy but I’ve nicknamed her Poison Ivy.
“Oh, it’s Poison Ivy night, huh?”
“Yeah,” Mark laughed.

Eileen had to watch those three little boys in Hillsborough, so she couldn’t go out either.

I decided to go out on my own to THE VORTEX. I met a gal named Peggy who happened to be a waitress there. I also talked to the bartender, Brian. I met a few new ones that I happened to dance with. I met Cindy from Chico, California. And I met Charm Barber of Santa Clara, California and Julie of Washington DC. I really got 'a kick' out of that girl's name: Charm Barber. She's a cute blond and likes to dance to my kind of music, too. I ended up leaving the club at 2AM. I had a good time.

“There’s always a flip side of the coin.”
-David’s Birthday,
2009, Italian film

"We Finally Made It To The Future"

2012-01-01T05:00:00.000-08:00

“Know what’s behind you. Keep your balance at all times.”
-Draco to Perseus
(Mads Mikkelsen to Sam Worthington)
CLASH OF THE TITANS, 2010 motion-picture

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 1, 1987
Thursday

It is noon and I just woke up THANKS to Mom’s phone call.

I drove over to mom’s house and we went to South Shore Shopping Center together. We rented a movie and bought a present for her Filipino co-worker, friend at the post-office who is having a fifty year anniversary. Most of the stores were closed. It was raining.

I ran into Carole McRory at the Wherehouse Records. She put on a few pounds but she still looked good. She was my junior prom date back in 1976. We talked a bit about our ten-year high school reunion.
“How is married life treating you?”
Carole answered, “Fine.”
I wondered.

Mike Miller called me, so I returned his phone call. It was six o’clock.
“Why don’t you come over?” I asked.
I had already watched “The Incredible Shrinking Woman” with ma and pa. I also had a nice dinner with them. I decided to go home, so I thought it would be nice to have Mike over for company.

Mike Miller and I ended up watching “The Revolution”. It was a slow moving story. Then we watched “Eating Raoul” which was rather amusing. Mark Landreth phoned while we were watching “The Revolution”.

Mark asked, “How are you feeling after last night?”
I laughed. We talked for a while.
Mark said, “I have to work tomorrow.”
We had a good laugh reminiscing about 453-9911. That’s the telephone number to the gal named Maria that Mark had met.
Mark added, “Oh, Thanks again for the ticket to the New Year’s Eve party.”
“Oh, no problem…I’m sure I’ll see you at the gym tomorrow night.”
“Yeah, it’s most likely.”

Mike Miller wrote in my HOUSE BOOK once again. I liked what he wrote tonight:

1-1-87, Yes, 1987

Hello Mike!

Today is January 1st 1987 and a recovering Thursday. One thousand nine-hundred and eighty-seven years. I can’t believe we finally made it to the future. Well, what’s new for 1987? Do you have any ingenious plans? I like your Bianchi for 87.
What are you going to do for your vacation days? Palm Springs and New York in 86 but what about 87?
Well, I’m going to enjoy THE REVOLUTION and being sick for now.
Check out this black haired lady and Max Headroom.
Oh well, see you later at 8:49PM in the evening.
Peace.

Michael Miller

I went to bed after Mike Miller left.

I JO’d, thinking it would make me fall asleep faster.

I guess my New Year resolution for 1987 is to buy a lottery ticket each week, exercise diligently, body build and watch what I eat more carefully.

“Everything is important to remember.”
-John Katzenbach
“THE ANALYST”

California Dreamin'

2011-12-31T05:00:00.000-08:00

It was this simple. Some had it. Others would always falter when it came to the crunch.

-Stieg Larsson
THE GIRL WHO KICKED THE HORNET’S NEST

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 31, 1986
Wednesday

Hurrah! I didn’t have to work today. I woke up early and went to mom’s house for coffee and a freshly warmed cinnamon roll. I watched two episodes of I LOVE LUCY until mom woke up to join me.

Mom made some chicken soup. That was so good. It seemed to clear me up.

I was sleeping a lot of the day, trying to get rejuvenated for tonight. I can’t believe I have to feel this way on New Year’s Eve. This isn’t the way to begin a new year.

Johnny Schaefer telephoned.
“Hey Mike, I just wanted to wish you a Happy New Year!”

Stuart Western telephoned as well.
“Hey Mike, what are you up to?”
I explained my being sick with hopes of going out later tonight.

The Christmas Card that Mark Landreth sent me had fallen from its place on the wall. I re-read it and laughed aloud.

He wrote:
Mike,
I hope you like the picture of us in the Tour of S.F.
It was taken by a reverse angle lens—because it shows that you are in front of me. That’s impossible!
If you don’t like this card that’s too bad because you was with me when I picked it out.
Merry Christmas.
Ray Stingray
MAL (Mark Anthony Landreth)

I telephoned Mark Landreth at around six-thirty. He came over to my place at around eight-thirty. We took off in my car for the Hyatt-Regency in San Francisco for a New Year’s Eve celebration.

The event turned out to be quite fun. It was crowded and we got an eyeful. There were a few “lookers” that turned our heads every which way. It’s too bad a lot of them were with dates. There were some not so bad ones. There was one ‘gross me out’ redhead.

Mark and I simply enjoyed ourselves. There were hundreds and hundreds of balloons that came down at midnight. Mark pinched a blond ass so hard that she turned around and saw me standing there. Yikes! We met a few gals here and there. After the third gin and tonic they really started to look even prettier.

There was a fight or brawl outside of the hotel. We nearly got caught in the middle of it. Then we left and met two girls from Hollywood. It didn’t lead to much.

We left for my place and Mark signed my House Book.
Mark wrote:

Here’s to CALIFORNIA DREAMIN’
If we work on our Abdominals in this New Year—which is now by the way 87—this will become a reality that I personally enjoy. Here’s to clean living. May the prevailing Northwest winds fill your New Year with things that are shown on this page-- By the way I’ll have the blond in the white suit, you can have the one in the blue. Ha! Ha! We just got back from the Hyatt in San Fran New Year’s Eve Party. She wasn’t there but I’ll find her this Summer while surf sailing.
Words to live by—
Mark ‘Ray Stingray’ 87

I slipped in my videocassette of the film “EXCALIBUR” as we lounged about, discussing the events of the night. Mark left my pad. When I looked at the clock it was four o’clock in the morning. I went to bed. Yawn. My new year has begun.

“Everyone has shadow zones, right?”
-as heard while watching
the 2009 Italian film
“DAVID’s BIRTHDAY”

My Snot Rag

2011-12-30T05:00:00.000-08:00

Being near her was like getting too close to fire. I might be burned by her random wrath or just by the heat from her immortal glow.

-Margaret Hawkins
“How We Got Barb Back”

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 30, 1986
Tuesday

I was sniffling all day long. It’s a good think I brought my snot rag (handkerchief) to work. The day couldn’t stretch itself any longer. I served my duty and took off as soon as I was able. Once I arrived home I went straight to bed. Yawn.

I did have lunch with Dale Orlando at DON MIGUEL’s. He brought some geek along with him who works at the Sheraton-San Francisco. I don’t even remember his name.

Carla did not come to work again. I miss her energy. It’s like fire that refuses to burn out. It’s fine that she was ‘out of the office’ because I barely had any energy burn.

I remained home all evening. I didn’t do much but sleep. I am hoping I feel better by tomorrow night for my New Year’s Eve.

“There are some roads you can’t turn back on.”
-as heard while watching the 2009
Italian film “DAVID’S BIRTHDAY”

An Ambitious Nature

2011-12-29T05:00:00.000-08:00

“Half of life consists of work.”

-Ali: Fear Eats the Soul, 1974 film

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 29, 1986
Monday

I am still sick. I shouldn’t be at work today but I am here. I will make the best of it. I am off from work on Wednesday and Thursday.

I have these ambitious aspirations. I cannot simply dream. I must at least attempt to act or I will get nowhere.
My fortune cookie fortune says: “YOU HAVE AN AMBITIOUS NATURE AND MAY MAKE A NAME FOR YOURSELF.”
Could this be so?

I mentioned to Eileen Grabinsky, “You know…I write about you in my journal when we go out and whenever I think of you.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do.”
She’s sweet. Eileen telephoned and she had Brandon and Blake (the two chaps that she is a nanny to) leave a message on my answering machine. It was cute to hear the voices of those little boys. Sometimes I wonder if I will marry Eileen…or not. Somehow I do see her and me getting married. Strangely enough…it is so early in our relationship…but who knows?
Eileen says, “I want to be an actress.”
Perhaps her wish is why the notion has spun into that idea for me.

Oh boy, I had the sniffles for a major part of the day. I still managed to get work done. I don’t intend to work a lot tomorrow though. It’s my Friday (since I will be off from work on Thursday and Friday). My next think to look forward to is my February vacation. I still have no plans as to what I will do.

I finally received my $8700 check from Sacramento. Half of it will go to one VISA and the other half to another VISA. That’s life. At least I will have fewer bills to worry about. More importantly, all of my income will now be ‘mine’.

Dale Orlando telephoned today. We are going to have lunch together tomorrow.

I was just thinking that I will be able to work from 8am to 4pm in just four months. I can’t wait for that.

At lunch I went to BASS Tickets and used my $50 Gift Certificate for the NEW YEAR’S EVE event at the Hyatt-Regency. They cost more than expected. The tickets are forty-dollars each! I still came out ahead because of the fifty-dollar discount. I am allowing Mark Landreth to slide on the cost because he’s my friend. Besides, I got my $8700 check today (even if it doesn’t make me feel rich).

My dad came by my place and saw the check. Dad invited me over for dinner. Dad hinted about how he helped me out while I lived in Sacramento. He’s dreaming if he thinks that just because I received that check that I have money because I certainly do not. Mom knows that, too.

I did some babysitting for Ashley while Sherri went out to visit her friend, Gina.

I telephoned Mark and learned that he didn’t go to the gym either. We are both sick.
I said to Mark, “Well, get better and conserve your energy and I will get the tickets for Wednesday night.”
He said, “All right.”

I also returned a phone call to Jeff Lindfors in Anaheim. He’s really a cool chap. The next time he comes up to Northern California I promised to give him a tour of San Francisco and the sights he has yet to see (Ocean Beach, COIT Tower, Broadway, The Castro area and Golden Gate Park).

Carla was sick today and last Friday. She didn’t come to work. I missed her. I called her and –like me—she sounded quite sick. I was at work anyway.

I am starting to feel that my job is a drag. It’s boring but I will get over it. I have sixteen months to go (or possibly less) and I can transfer elsewhere.

Michael found a seat on a couch with several other people already on it. Next to him was an attractive woman in a tweed suit. Soon they were deep in a friend conversation. He found her blunt-spoken and witty. Her speech crackled with profanity and earthy phrases, but she seemed warm and genuine, and he liked her at once. In a very short time they felt as if they had always known each other.
“My name’s Carla,” said the woman, “What’s yours?”
“Michael.”
-Nial Kent
“The Divided Path”

For Your Eyes Only

2011-12-28T05:00:00.000-08:00

“We’re all here for the same reason. We all want to be good at something.”
-GLEE, Season I, Episode I

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 28, 1986
Sunday

And so…I actually left Mark Landreth’s house at three o’clock in the morning. I should have just stayed overnight. Next time…maybe (?).

I am sick all right. I didn’t even ride my bike as much as I wanted.

I telephoned Johnny Schaefer in Los Angeles. He was surprised when I told him that I had Joan Collins home telephone number.
“I have access to a lot at the phone company. I know it’s her number because when I called her there was no mistaking her voice!”
Johnny was trying to encourage me to delve in to the show business world.
Johnny added, “You’d just do so great in that business…show biz!”
I changed the subject and spoke about my new bike.

I slept a large part of the day.

Early this morning I did call Eileen Grabinsky.
“Do you want to have brunch today?”
Eileen responded in a cool tone, “I’d love to but I have plans at noon.”
I dislike when I don’t know what the plans are. In any case, she called back and her plans had changed and she wanted to get-together.
I said, “Oh well, I’m not feeling so great and I’m in bed in my pajamas, so I think I should take a rain check.”
She understood and we confirmed a new date for this Saturday night, January 3, at The Carnelian Room in San Francisco which is situated on the 52nd floor of the Bank of America building.

I slept and ‘sweat it out’ while half-watching TV.

I managed to gather up enough energy to drive to NATIONS Burgers where I bought two burgers (one for me and one for mom). After our dinner Dad’s niece, Cecelia and her husband, Jim Markus, dropped by with two of their three kids (Jeremy and Jessica). I came by and showed them my Polaroid photographs from the holidays.

Mom’s sister (my Aunt), Lillian, telephoned the night before.
Lillian’s daughter (my cousin), Shonette West, said, “Michael, I saw your pictures and I really liked them a lot!”
Her comment encouraged me.
I thought, “That does it! I should go into show biz!”
I wonder if I should at least try to go for it. What have I got to lose? I know it’s a competitive world but one day I could win out. I can always have trust in that notion of winning. I mean, look at all of the geeks that have hung out and succeeded like Larry Hagman, Ricardo Montalban and Don Johnson. I’m just as great…if not better.

I watched some of the James Bond film “FOR YOUR EYES ONLY” while at mom and dad’s house. I enjoyed a cup of coffee from mom’s new Mr. Coffee maker. Then I went home and realized that I was going to really hate it when the alarm clock started to ring the next morning.

The traffic will be smooth. No one in their right mind is working this week either.

I am tempted to talk to Nikki Bovee, my second line manager, about moving south to Los Angeles and working down there. I would be closer to show biz connections. Then again, the conveniences of living here in Northern California are too good. Perhaps I am just giving myself excuses. I am going to shape up and take some new, good photographs of myself. I’ll send them to the ‘powers that be’ and see what happens. That would be a start.

“That was the greatest moment of my life. I loved what I was doing.”
-GLEE,
Season I, Episode I

"I'd Dance With You..."

2011-12-27T05:00:00.000-08:00

“Oh he’s seen the elephant and heard the hooty owl, this one has.”
Translate that: He had gotten a little private peek at the ‘inside’, the master blueprint of life. That’s one of the reasons he was so great to be with.
I remember one thing he told me she’d said.
“It touched something deep inside the man.”
-James Kirkwood
“Good Times, Bad Times”, a novel

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 27, 1986
Saturday

I tried to telephone Mark Landreth but there was no answer. I wanted him to accompany me to pick-up my new Trofeo BIANCHI bike in San Francisco. As it turned out—I later learned—that Mark went to the Festival Cinema in Hayward with some young gal named Tanya to watch some movie.

I picked up my bike in San Francisco and went cycling even though I had a slight sore throat. I couldn’t resist the temptation of riding my new wheels.

I was at mom and dad’s house for most of the day.

Eileen Grabinsky tried to phone me to see about going out to THE VORTEX for dancing and fun. I chose to stay and watch a flick with ma and pa.

Of course, Mark called me a bit later and persuaded me to go to “HOTS” in Pleasanton. Mark’s brother, Phil and his buddy, Troy, tried to get in to the club but their fake ID’s didn’t work. Mark and I chose to hang out at “HOTS”. It was okay. I danced a couple of times with a gal named Janet (from Oakland). Janet attends San Francisco State University and her Major is MUSIC.
Janet yelled in my ear while dancing, “I’m an avid dancer, including ballet.”

After the night at “HOTS” I went to Mark’s pad. We talked for a while. He gave me a poster print of a windsurfer and a ‘Pumping Tush’ magazine which made me laugh over it. He’s such a chum. We talked about sailing off to Hawaii someday. What a thought. And ‘come to think of it’ we supposedly saw Ms. Nude America at the “HOTS” night club. She certainly looked like her.
While at the “HOTS” nightclub Mark had pointed out some homely gal and said, “She wants to dance with you!”
I replied, “I’d dance with you before I’d dance with her!”
“Yeah,” Mark answered.
I probably would dance with him, too. And now I’m truly skeptical about my situation with him. He’s a good friend—Mark is—I can’t lose that.

“When people have been as close to each other as we have been, they shouldn’t allow themselves to drift so far apart. There’s never been anyone like you, and this time I’m not going to let you get away from me again.”
-Nial Kent
“The Divided Path”

Crimes of the Heart

2011-12-26T05:00:00.000-08:00

“You need to do a lot of work on your own and figure out things yourself.”
-as heard in the 2002 documentary film
BORN TO BE WILD: The Leading Men of American Ballet Theater

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 26, 1986
Friday

I woke up relatively early (8AM) and took off for San Francisco where I plan to open my fist checking account with PATELCO Credit Union. I will probably go to the gym in The City and then drop by Pacific Bicycles to see if they have the BIANCHI Bike I am so eager to buy. That will be my Christmas present to myself.

I know the Bon Jour wristwatch was something I chose for myself but this will be my ‘ultimate’ gift.

Johnny Schaefer telephoned.
“Hey Mike. I want to thank you so much for the Grammy book ends you gave me.”
I asked, “Did you really like them?”
“Yeah, they’re so classy lookin’.”
“Oh good, I’m glad.”

Greg Manachevitz and Mike Miller called and gave me their Merry Christmas schpeel. That was nice.

Mark Landreth called me, too.
Mark said, “Thanks for the tie!”
“You liked it?”
“Yeah, and thanks for the playing cards. One of these nights we’ll have to play a card game,” he announced happily.
I silently thought, “Yeah, that’s for sure.”
I don’t know why I didn’t say it out loud.
Mark continued, “I notice I didn’t see you at the gym on Monday or Tuesday.”
“Yeah, I wanted to be there but couldn’t make it,” I replied, feeling extra good that he noticed my absence.

I worked out at the San Francisco gym today for a short while. I should’ve stayed at the gym longer because Pacific Bicycles didn’t open their doors until 11AM. I was easily persuaded to buy a BIANCHI Trofeo Italian Racing Bike. Hoorah! It was on sale with a discount of two-hundred dollars. The cost was $699 (but well worth it as far as I’m concerned). Once again, that was my Christmas present to myself.

I went to mom’s house and Ashley was there. I hung out for a while and even took a short nap after I ate some tasty leftovers from yesterday.

Sue Miller telephoned and then stopped by with her brother, Mike. Sue bought me a travel journal and a little red bike ornament. Both of them signed my House Book again. Sue used the page with Robert Redford's picture from "The Natural". Sue wrote:
Dear Mike,

Today is December 26, 1986...Merry Christmas. Ho Ho Ho. Thanks for the Teddy Bear. He’s cute. So is Robert Redford. I really liked that movie, “The Natural”. Right now we’re trying to decide if we want to go see a movie or not. Renee and Helen went out to dinner together. 1987 is almost here. How about that—1977-1987, 10 yrs out of high school. Man, we must be getting old. I like you’re watch clock. It looks neat, cool, it matches the décor.

Well, Take Care.
Love,
Suzanne Marie Andre Rolande Miller

Mike Miller wrote on the page where I had posted a picture of actress Kathleen Turner. Mike wrote:

Michael J ---

Today is December 26 1986 on a Friday the day after…Christmas. I was in a wedding yesterday. My friend Charlie Hayward was married to a girl named Emily. Hope you had a Merry Christmas and a good year. Get ready for 1987. Thanks for the gift. I called Greg Manachevitz from your house tonight. Peace. This is the fourth time I’ve signed this book in 3 months.
Mike Miller

The three of us decided to go out to see a movie. We mutually selected CRIMES OF THE HEART which was playing in Hayward. I thought it was a good film starring Diane Keaton, Sissy Spacek and Jessica Lange. It was about three sisters with very different personalities and lives who reunite when the youngest of them has just shot her husband. The oldest sister takes care of their grandfather and is turning into an old maid, while the middle sister has been trying to make it in Hollywood as a singer/actress. The middle sister has had a wild life filled with many men. Their reunion causes much joy, but also many tensions.

We returned to my house and watched LIFEFORCE; whereby, I was at the point of falling asleep by the last scene. Yawn.

“If a story is never told it becomes something else: forgotten.”
-as heard in the 2011 film
SARAH’S KEY

Christmas Day 1986

2011-12-25T05:00:00.000-08:00

If you expect perfection from people, your whole life is a series of disappointments, grumblings and complaints. If, on the contrary, you pitch your expectations low, taking folks as the inefficient creatures which they are, you are frequently surprised by having them perform better than you had hoped.
-Bruce Barton

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 25, 1986
Thursday
Christmas Day

MERRY CHRISTMAS 1986. I drove over to mom and dad’s house at ten o’clock in the morning. My grandmother and my Aunt Betty were there at the dining table. They were talking about family and sipping coffee. I took a photo of them with my mom.

John, Sherri, Tony, Helen, Ashley and Lauren arrived all at the same time. We all gathered in the Family Room to open presents. I received some nice things. I have a tiny JAGUAR and a big watch clock that I may hang on my wall from mom and dad.

I laughed aloud and asked, “Oh great Mom, couldn’t you get me the real Jaguar?”

I also received some nice sweaters, shirts, t-shirts, a jewelry box, utensils, QUORUM cologne and shampoo. I received a lot of things. It was festive fun.

We all ate a big fiesta. It was (my sister in law) Sherri’s idea to have a chicken enchilada type of feast versus the typical turkey, ham and trimmings that we have every Thanksgiving and Christmas. It was a pretty good idea. We were all starving.

I had fun snapping photos with my Polaroid camera of everyone.

I also received my BON JOUR wristwatch that I love.

Yesterday was a nice day, too. In the mail I received my check of $5693 from CITIBANK from my ultimate certificate of deposit account.

Tony, Helen and Lauren left the Christmas festivities first. They were going to go to Helen’s parent’s house in Oakland. John, Sherri and Ashley were next to leave. I remained at home and watched a Lee Remick Christmas movie with ma and pa. We ate SEE’s Candies. It was a pretty filling day to say the least.

Don’t mind anything that anyone tells you about anyone else. Judge everyone and everything for yourself.
-Henry James

The Honeymooners and The Supremes

2011-12-24T05:00:00.000-08:00

"Well, now it's time to set your sights a little higher."

-actress Emma Watson (Lucy) to actor Eddie Redmayne (Colin Clark)
In the 2011 film, “My Week With Marylyn”

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 24, 1986
Wednesday

Steve, my doorknob personality boss, gave me a Christmas ornament today. I decided to give him a black journal record book and a money keychain clip. He’ll love it. He’s the bland, boring, ‘give me money’ type. It seems to me that even if Steve had money he’d be boring. I woke up early to wrap his gift. I left for work earlier than usual. It was foolish to leave so early, knowing that there would be minimal traffic today. Alas, I did it.
PHOTO: Carla, Nikki, Phyllis do THE SUPREMES:
"Stop In the Name Of Love"

I brought my camera too. I wanted to snap a few shots of Nikki and Carla (my favorites). I took some pretty good snap shots at work. It was a freebie kind of day. I liked the trio shot of Nikki, Carla and Phyllis. Phyllis is a friend of Nikki’s from another Pac Bell Directory department.

I went to mom’s house after work. I ate a bit and Ashley was there. I took more photos and I played a game with Ashley. First, I asked her to draw me a picture and she selected all of these crayons to create a mix of color. I also showed her pictures and had her tell me what she saw. It was cute to hear her description of the pictures. I’m going to post them in my House Book and write down what she had said. I love the one where she described a little girl that had broken a dish as 'Her Bad Girl'.

I slept a bit while at mom’s house. There’s nothing like a holiday nap.

I telephoned Sue Miller but she was busy wrapping gifts at the last minute.

I ended up spending most of my Christmas Evening with Dad because mom had to work. When one works for the post-office the month of December is a demanding month.
After watching BENNY HILL and THE HONEYMOONERS with Dad I went home. I’m lucky that my dad is my friend. We love laughing at the expressions and nonsense of Ralph Kramden (Jackie Gleason) and Norton (Art Carney).

If a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through life, he will soon find himself alone. A man should keep his friendships in constant repair.
-Samuel Johnson

She's Out Of My Life

2011-12-23T05:00:00.000-08:00

"I can't work, I can't think...she's devouring me."
-Arthur Miller about Marilyn Monroe
in the 2011 film "My Week With Marilyn"
Twenty-five years ago today:

December 23, 1986
Tuesday

I couldn’t believe it. The traffic was so light today. It was beautiful driving-in to San Francisco for a change.

I find myself having fantasies of an explicit love affair with my boss’ boss, Nikki Bovee and/or Joan Collins. It must be that aura of power that they give off that attracts me. Then again, I have fantasies of marrying Eileen Grabinsky ever since she asked me the question, “Do you want to get married someday?” I wonder if she’ll be ‘the one’. I wonder if anyone will be.
PHOTO: Dec. 23, 1986
John, Sherri, Ashley on Golden State Warrior Game Night

Both of my brothers called me at work today. Could it be the holiday ‘vibes’? Well, they both had reasons to call. John wanted me to babysit for Ashley since he and Sherri were going to a Golden State Warrior Basketball game.
Tony called to ask, “Hey Mike, did you know that today is Judy Geniella’s last day in the SDC?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yep, she starts working at the Sacramento SDC soon.”
Good for Judy. She’ll catch up on the sleep she lost all year from that four-hour commute in to San Francisco. That is exactly what I told her during our telephone conversation today. Judy laughed.

Our office had a ‘pot luck’ which was surprisingly very good. I feel good about my position with Pac Bell Yellow Pages right now.
In fact, Tony called to also say, “You know, as of the first of January the ASR position is going to be upgraded to first-level management.”
This is good news for Tony but I am glad I don’t have his job.

I telephoned Anne Alberti from my house to see about giving her a Christmas gift.
I was surprised when she asked, “Would you mind NOT coming over?”
I felt that to be very rude.
Anne continued, “It’s just that I’m expecting some friends over.”
That was still no excuse as far as I was concerned as I said, “Well, I’m just going to stop by for a minute.”
Anne said, “Well, it’s a specific type of friend.”
This statement was still a blur through my eyes. Was it her ex-boyfriend? Anyway, it’s good that it happened because ‘she’s out of my life’ (just like the song by Michael Jackson).

PHOTO: Dec. 23, 1986, wearing the Sunkist half-tee that Mark Landreth gifted me

"She's Out Of My Life" lyrics:

She's Out Of My Life
She's Out Of My Life
And I Don't Know Whether To Laugh Or Cry
I Don't Know Whether To Live Or Die
And It Cuts Like A Knife
She's Out Of My Life

It's Out Of My Hands
It's Out Of My Hands
To Think For Two Years She Was Here
And I Took Her For Granted I Was So Cavalier
Now The Way That It Stands
She's Out Of My Hands

So I've Learned That Love's Not Possession
And I've Learned That Love Won't Wait
Now I've Learned That Love Needs Expression
But I Learned Too Late

She's Out Of My Life
She's Out Of My Life
Damned Indecision And Cursed Pride
Kept My Love For Her Locked Deep Inside
And It Cuts Like A Knife
She's Out Of My Life

I think I will simply give the gift intended for Anne to Nikki Bovee, my second line manager. Nikki is ‘tops’. I love her attitude.
PHOTO: Dec. 23, 1986 At Grandma's House with my Dad and Ashley

Ashley and I got ready and went to visit my mom and dad's house. I took a photo with mom before she left for work. Then Dad accompanied Ashley and I to my Grandmother’s house to deliver presents. It was fun. I took a couple of snapshots. I let Ashley open one of her Christmas presents (some Walt Disney Favorite Story Books). She’s so cute when she says, “TANK YOU”.

Dad and I watched a videotape called “THE LUCERO FAMILY” that my mom’s brother (my Uncle Howard) created. There were some film clips of me when I was age eleven or twelve. I was a porker (overweight). It was embarrassing.
Dad said, “Tony watched some of it.”

PHOTO: Dec. 23, 1986, Self-portrait, examining my physique

I began to wonder what Tony thought when he saw me at that time now that I have the fitness bug. My brother, Tony, and I actually had a good conversation today. It looks like he and Helen may buy their house in Alameda after all.

"Remember boy, when it comes to women you're never too old for humiliation."
-Sir Laurence Olivier
2010 film
"My Week With Marilyn"

Lying Through Her Teeth

2011-12-22T05:00:00.000-08:00

“Everything has a purpose. It’s…maybe…the same with people. If you lose your purpose you’re broken.”
-Martin Scorcese 2011 film, HUGO

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 22, 1986
Monday

I think I will use my BASS tickets for the Showplace Galleria’s New Year’s Eve Gala for myself and Mark Landreth. I will question him and see what he thinks of the idea.

I spoke to Carla about New Year’s Eve.
Carla said, “The HYATT is the place to go for New Year’s Eve!”
However, I don’t know if she is right.
Carla said, “It seems like a lot of raunchy people go to the Galleria.”
“Oh, well why didn’t you call me back the other day?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“I didn’t get your message until later and at that second I tried to call you but there was no answer.”

I think Carla was lying through her teeth. I know better. I know when she's bluffing. Now I will know NOT to give her the time of day when it comes right down to it. I’ll have my opportunity and show her.

I have really been feeling fat and overweight lately. I have to get back to my aerobics scene workout. I am going to do my work out videotape more often. I really think I will take the leap to purchase that new BIANCHI bicycle next month (January 1987). I shall reward myself for paying off all of my bills.

I received a phone call from Keith Viagas of CITIBANK about closing my account. I hope that process doesn’t take forever.

I received another letter from the stupid GREAT WESTERN SAVINGS about returned checks. It’s frustrating. I’m so glad that I closed that account. The next step is to get those funds that are due to me.

Sue Miller telephoned. Bonni Jayne telephoned. I decided to meet them for dinner. The three of us ended up meeting at THE WINE RACK. We had a good time and reminisced about old times. Afterward, we went to Sue’s house but no one was there, so we went to the Alameda Police Station to visit with Al Jayne (Bonni’s father) who was acting desk Sergeant on-duty. He’s so cool.

After dinner I went to mom’s house to pick up my homemade M and M cookies for my pot luck event at the office tomorrow. I forgot that dad was on vacation this week. We had a nice chat.

I did about fifteen minutes of aerobic exercises, showered and went to bed after my visit with mom and dad. I had missed a phone call from Johnny Schaefer. I received a letter from Jeff Lindfors (Johnny’s roommate, too).

“Don’t be stupid! Everyone’s hiding something!”
-Glenn Close, Season I, Episode 2
TV Drama, DAMAGES

Stanford

2011-12-21T05:00:00.000-08:00

Isabelle: “We could get into trouble!”
Hugo: “That’s how you know it’s an adventure!”
-as heard while watching Martin Scorcese’s 2011 film, HUGO

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 21, 1986
Sunday

My mom stopped by my house and helped me with my laundry. She’s a sweetheart.

I found my $50 BASS TICKETS Gift Certificate. What shall I use it for?

Eileen Grabinsky telephoned while I was posting up centerfolds (from PLAYBOY Magazine) on my guest bedroom wall. I thought if I posted these gorgeous nude women on my walls I could fight my man to man desires. Eileen has delicate timing. We made arrangements to go to STANFORD SHOPPING CENTER in Palo Alto today.

Eileen and I ate lunch at a French Restaurant (using my MasterCard). Then we went shopping.

I couldn’t resist buying my brother, John, a bug in an ice-cube. He’s a bartender, so I thought he’d get a good laugh from it. I also bought some RED HOT Candies as prankster gifts. Eileen encouraged me. I had a good time with her. She’s a neat gal. We laughed and had fun at the mall. I like her.

To give one an idea of Eileen I must share a recent greeting card she sent to me. A spinster looking woman was sitting on a toilet bowl and inside the card were the imprinted words:

Shit, Or Get Off The Pot.

I had to laugh. Inside the card, she wrote:

Hi Michael,
How’ve you been?
Sorry I wasn’t being all that serious that night on the phone. I couldn’t really talk. When are we going to get together? Well – these are my days free: Wednesday Night from 10-11, Tuesday Night from 10-11, Thursday Night. So if that’s good for you …then tell me. If you’re avoiding me then tell me.
Well, gotta go.
Eileen

“If you’re phony with her for one minute…she’ll skewer you!”
-as heard while watching the Glenn Close TV Drama, DAMAGES,
Season I, Episode I

Last Minute Shopping

2011-12-20T05:00:00.000-08:00

“I had to be here for some reason.”
-as heard while watching Martin Scorcese’s 2011 film, HUGO

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 20, 1986
Saturday

Mark Landreth told me that he would be going to the gym this morning. And so, I arrived there at 8:30AM and stayed there until 9:30AM. It seems he arrived thereafter and I missed him. Oh well…such is life.

I went to mom’s and dad’s house for breakfast. Then I chose to take a nap.

Mark called me at around two o’clock in the afternoon.
“What are you up to?”
“Oh, I’m just being lazy. I should probably finish my last minute shopping.”
“It’s easy to be lazy.”
“Do you want to meet up at Bay Fair?” I asked.
“Okay.”

I detected that Mark was lonely, too. He wanted my company and I was flattered.

Mark and I scouted the mall, checking out the scene. I bought my brother, John, a ‘GOLF ATLAS’ book. I bought hardcover books for everyone: Tony “WHIRLWHIND”; Helen “IT”; Sherri “DESIGNS”; Mom “HOLLYWOOD HUSBANDS” and Dad: “FIDEL”. Mark bought a few things, too. We departed ways and I gave him a dirty look after he said, “I have this week off.”
I thought, “Lucky creep.”
I like how he smiled when I gave him the dirty look. He knew it was done in a jealous sort-of-way.

I returned to be with my folks and we watched the Marlo Thomas take on “It’s A Wonderful Life” called “It Happened One Christmas”. That was a festive show. I left for my pad after the movie and went straight to bed. Yawn.

“Films have the power to capture dreams.”
-as heard in Martin Scorcese’s 2011 film, HUGO

Positive Response

2011-12-19T05:00:00.000-08:00

“I require three things in a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.”

-Dorothy Parker

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 19, 1986
Friday

I wore my suspenders with my new International Male Navy blue suit today. I seemed to get some positive response.

I am not sure of my plans tonight. If I don’t go out with Eileen I may simply go to the gym.

After my workout at the gym I would still go to THE VORTEX in Palo Alto. On the other hand, I may just see what Mark Landreth may be up to for tonight.

I wanted Mark to accompany me to meet Eileen and her friend, Katrina, at CITY NIGHTS but some high-school girlfriend wouldn’t leave his house. And so…I decided to go on my own.

Unfortunately, it was dominant Chinese and Flip (Filipino) night at CITY NIGHTS. Eileen finally showed up and we did dance quite a bit. I found Katrina to be a ‘porker’, so I know Mark wouldn’t have liked her.

I was able to enter my office building and I took Eileen up there to check it out.

It was an okay evening.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?
-William Butler Yeats

Held Hostage

2011-12-18T05:00:00.000-08:00

Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.
-Franz Kafka

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 18, 1986
Thursday

It was a very ‘wet’ day today. There were a number of car accidents because of it. Luckily, I did not have to deal with any such problems. I made it to my parking lot in San Francisco by 7:45AM. I had enough time to spare to visit my Patelco Credit Union teller machine for some extra cash. The weather cleared up by mid-day.

Nikki Bovee announced, “I’m not sure which one of your is more fashionable.”
Nikki was referring to Carla and me. We both laughed at her comment.
Then I said to Carla, “Well actually…I’m more fashionable.”
Ha-ha.

Carla and I walked to MACY’s to get the silver dress suit that she bought.
Carla now says, “I needed it.”

I like Nikki.
Carla says, “Cathy told me that she knows that Nikki has the ‘HOTS’ for you.”
I laughed and said, “Well, maybe I should ask her out to dinner.”
I had a fantasy about Nikki last night. I really did.

I took a nap after work and then ‘silly me’ didn’t even bother going to the gym. Instead, I hit ‘Berserkly’ for more potential shopping.

I was home in time to see THE COLBY’s and watch the news magazine show 20/20. I straightened up my pad while watching 20/20.

I tried calling Eileen again with no positive result.

Joan Rivers was on THE TONIGHT SHOW and I decided that I dislike Charlie Sheen’s personality. He was going on about his new Porsche and his cigarette smoking. Yuck!

Joan had another guest named David Jacobsen who was one of the Lebanon hostages who was set free. He was held captive for seventeen months (Yikes!). I found the story to be quite interesting.

The Lebanon hostage crisis refers to the systematic kidnapping in Lebanon of 96 foreign hostages of 21 national origins--mostly American and Western European--between 1982 and 1992.
At least 8 hostages perished in captivity: some murdered, while others died from lack of adequate medical attention to illnesses.

In June of 1985 David Jacobsen (an Administrator at the American University of Beirut Hospital) was abducted by the Islamic Jihad Organization. The suggested motivation:
"Hezbollah focused its efforts on the release of 766 mainly Lebanese Shiites transferred to Israel in conjunction with it withdrawing from Lebanon, through the abduction of mainly American citizens. This was revealed most clearly by the book written by Magnus Ranstorp called “Hizb’allah in Lebanon”:
http://search.barnesandnoble.com/HizbAllah-In-Lebanon/Magnus-Ranstorp/e/9780312164911
David was released on November 2, 1986.

Christmas is getting closer. I seriously feel I have done my shopping deeds for this year. There is one possible exception. I may get Eileen Grabinsky something special if I end up attending that Christmas Eve Party in Hillsborough.

I have been listening to the songs that Johnny Schaefer taped for me. He’s a kind chap. I thought it was so nice of him to create the song list.

I realize women are my forte. I love to ‘come’ and stay with them. While I look forward to ‘coming’ with my own gender I –for the most part—want to leave it or forget it. It sometimes makes me feel dirty. Perhaps with the ‘right chap’ it would be different (?). No, not even with Mark—in the long run—would it work out.

“When I was in the military they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one.”
-Leonard P Matlovich, 1988

You Never Can Tell

2011-12-17T05:00:00.000-08:00

A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
-Marcel Proust

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 17, 1986
Wednesday

Today was a nice, warm day. It’s strange that it actually rained yesterday. Weather is a good example of the phrase ‘You Never Can Tell’.

I made an attempt to call Eileen but there was no answer.

There are a lot of new movies being released in theaters this weekend.

Bonni Jayne called me.
“Hi Mike. I wanted to get your address because I’m doing Christmas cards.”
I thought quietly as I gave her my address, “Oh shoot…I actually wrote a Christmas card for her yesterday and I left it at home. I guess I still have time to mail it.”

Carla and I ate at MAX’s. It was so expensive! It was $21 for two cheeseburgers and two vanilla shakes! To tell you the truth I find it so outrageous!

My sis-in-law, Helen, called me yesterday.
Helen asked, “Do you think I can get into your department?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“I called earlier and I asked Paul, your coworker, about how to transfer there.”
I didn’t get to talk to her earlier since I was with a customer. I guess Paul filled her in on the steps to take.
I saw a few “lookers” in the gym on this evening. Patty (Anne’s friend) came by and we talked for a while.
Patty said, “Anne is taking a week off.”

I noticed Mark was all dressed in white today.
I asked him, “Are you getting ready for a White Christmas?”
“No,” Mark replied, “I’m prejudice.”
I really think he is QBL (Questionable) after seeing him in his white 'gym outfit'.

I feel like ALVIN of THE CHIPMUNKS on his Christmas show.
Alvin says, “I need money, money, money!”

I watched DYNASTY. It was all right. It’s funny how Sammy Jo (played by Heather Locklear) wasn’t pregnant after all.

I JO’d a couple of times (three to be exact…or four) while watching Joan Rivers and her guests. Then I fell asleep.

I am looking forward to the Christmas Eve Party in Hillsborough.

Tomorrow night is the Lingerie Fashion Show night at CASA CARLITA’s (per Stuart Western’s invitation from yesterday). I doubt if I will go. I’d rather go to the gym and ‘work on me’.

Never spend your money before you have earned it.
-Thomas Jefferson

A Lingerie Show

2011-12-16T05:00:00.000-08:00

Give us this day our daily taste. Restore to us soups that spoons will not sink in and sauces which are never the same twice. Raise up among us stews with more gravy than we have bread to blot it with. Give us pasta with a hundred fillings.
-Robert Farrar Capon

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 16, 1986
Tuesday

Last night I explained my career goal of becoming a Yellow Page Advertising Sales Rep. to Eileen.
She said, “Sounds like a good plan.”
“I think so.”
Time will tell.

I feel like I have heartburn this morning. It may be due to the fact that I didn’t go to the gym last night. I usually go to the gym on Monday evenings.

Nikki Bovee and Sandy Maggiore are flying to Los Angeles tomorrow on business. I am jealous. I wish I could go to L.A. on business.

Carla keeps saying, “I’ll introduce you to Dennis Mulkey.”
Mr. Mulkey is the Vice-President of Pac Bell Directory and he may be able to pull strings to get me in to Sales. I’ll believe it when I see it. I do (and would) like to meet him. It wouldn’t hurt to get on his good side.

Carla and I ate the “Lasagna Special” at The Pizza Boat. Carla shared the fact that she had gone to Los Angeles this past weekend to see Mario. He is the so-called wealthy one that Carla’s mom adores.

I came home and slept after work. I was awoken by a phone call from Eileen Grabinsky.
“Hi Michael Joe…I received your Christmas card! I had to call and ‘Thank you’.”
“Oh…I’m so glad you liked it.”
“You know…I may not have to work on Thursday or Friday.”
“Friday is better for me.”

Her phone call inspired me to get up and make my way to the gym. Stuart Western was working out when I arrived.
Stuart asked, “Hey…do you want to go to Casa Carlita’s this Thursday night for a lingerie show?”
“That sounds good to me,” I said, smiling from ear to ear.
I may go. Why not?

Mark Landreth was at the gym, too. We didn’t say much to one another. Stuart and Mark don’t really know one another.
Mark did finally ask, “Did you get my message yesterday?”
“You mean about the gorgeous redhead, Kathy Ortega?”
We both laughed.

While I was on the Life Cycle I noticed a cute blond who was riding with me---or next to me. She seemed rather nice.

I am trying to decide whether I should buy more Christmas gifts for my family.
I thought, “No, I think I have bought enough. I’d rather buy myself an onyx ring, a Bianchi Italian bike, a house and a Jaguar convertible!”

The gym felt good for me tonight. I think I have been eating too much lately. So what! It is the Holiday Season!

I love to wear lingerie. The problem is that men always rip it off too quickly. When women are dolled up in lingerie they feel sexy. So let us wear it for five minutes.
-Karen McDougal

'20 Questions'

2011-12-15T05:00:00.000-08:00

“The American’s conversation is much like his courtship. He gives an inkling and watches for a reaction; if the weather looks fair, he inkles a little more.”
-Donald Lloyd

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 15, 1986
Monday

I find myself thinking of Timothy Lewis, the Wilkes-SPORT sales clerk that was so kind and persuasive. He was so willing to sort out clothes that he thought would look good on me. I am thinking I will send him a Christmas card because of his hospitality.

It rained today. Carla and I decided to remain in the building.

By five o’clock the traffic looked “yucky”. It was likely because of the rain. And so, I persuaded Carla to go shopping. Of course, she had to go home to change clothes first. Then we had to go to SAFEWAY to get her check cashed. Before long we finally made it to the MACY’s Parking Garage. Carla had to look at clothes for herself, trying on GUESS jeans. She finally realized she was meant to be Christmas shopping and looked at possible clothes for her mom. We browsed the kid’s wear, too. I found my nieces (Ashley and Lauren) an outfit each. It was nine o’clock before I finally drove Carla home.

I didn’t get to my place until 10:20PM because I got lost by taking the wrong exit. It was nice that there was no traffic around though.

When I finally did walk in to my pad I heard messages from Debbie Hogan of Stewart Title Company (who actually reached me at work), mom and Mark. Mom just wanted to remind me to tape some movie for her.
Mark said, “I just wanted you to know that your presence was missed at the gym.”
I smiled at Mark’s message.
Mark continued, “Oh…and Kathy Ortega…yuck…was asking for you!”

I ate a strawberry yogurt and went to turn on the tube for the latest from Joan Rivers on THE TONIGHT SHOW. I suddenly received a surprise phone call. It was Eileen, calling at 11:20PM.
“Oh Michael, I want to apologize for waking you.”
She was extremely apologetic.
“Oh, it’s okay,” I said, considering I wasn’t really asleep.
I had a feeling it was her way of getting back at me for waking her up on Sunday morning (yesterday). We had a nice (almost one-hour) conversation.
Eileen asked, “So how long have any of your previous relationships lasted?”
I think I said, “Not more than a year—but it’s not like I’ve had many serious ones.”
She asked, “Do you have any plans for marriage?”
I laughed and thought she was ‘gutsy’.
“I guess I’d like to…eventually.”
She went on and on beyond the '20 Questions'.
I pointed out, “The present and future is what really matters.”
“I agree,” Eileen exclaimed.
“So what are you doing on Friday night?”
Eileen couldn’t really answer me.
I continued, “I was hoping for a ‘light dinner’ and a ‘heavy movie’.”

She loved that line. I wonder if she believed it was the first time I had said it. It actually was the first time.
“You know…I keep a daily journal where I write things that I’m thinking.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I really do.”
“I want to read it…or I’d love for you to read me what you wrote about Friday night.”
I laughed loudly.
I said, “Don’t worry, it was all GOOD.”
“I bet it was.”
“You know…I bought you some clove gum that I saw in San Francisco.”
She laughed.
“Well, I remembered that you said you used to smoke clove cigarettes.”
I recalled Paige LaBris in Sacramento. She smoked clove cigs also.
“You know…Michael J…I can’t believe your age!”
“Why?”
“Well, you look so young.”
“I guess that’s a good thing for when I get old.”
“Yeah…you know, I may get braces.”
“That might be tough for kissing.”
She laughed and said, “Your teeth are perfect!”
She’s a sweetie. Only time will tell.

Life has taught us that love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Impatience

2011-12-14T05:00:00.000-08:00

“When someone is impatient and says, “I haven’t got all day,” I always wonder, How can that be? How can you not have all day?”
-George Carlin

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 14, 1986
Sunday

I lost track of time and didn’t get back to my place until 1:30AM last night. I just liked ‘hanging out’ and lounging with mom and dad.

I woke up at 9:45AM only to call Eileen Grabinsky to share my pleasant mood.
Eileen answered, “I feel dead, I’ll talk to you later!”
I thought, “How rude!”

I decided to call Suzy Miller and asked happily, “Do you want to go to Ole’s Waffle Shop for breakfast?”
“I’m just waking-up.”
“Yeah, so you don’t want to go?”
“Well, I want to attend church first…and then maybe go.”
“Oh.”
“Why don’t I call you at quarter after twelve?”
“Okay.”
I really wished I’d said, “I haven’t got all day!”

Of course, by the time Suzy called I had decided to go with my mom and Sherri to MERVYN’s. We also grabbed a bite at McDonald’s. It was quaint and easy. Ashley was at her other Grandma’s house.

I spent part of the day writing out Christmas Cards. I find that relaxing.

I watched an episode (or two) of the soap-opera ‘The Young and The Restless’ with Mom and Sherri. We were waiting for my brother, Tony, and his wife, Helen, to appear. They didn’t, so I left.

I napped at my place and woke up at precisely 5:20PM. It was dark and I alarmed myself, thinking it was already Monday morning. I got up from bed and went to mom’s house.

Mom was wrapping her Christmas gifts. I ate too many pieces of SEE’S CANDIES. I also watched the CBS show “60 MINUTES”. There was a news story about a schizophrenic woman who shot down several people at random at a Massachusetts Shopping Center on October 30, 1985.

Mom and I then watched a HALLMARK Hall of Fame movie called “PROMISE”, starring James Garner and James Woods. When his mother dies, estranged son Bob (James Garner) inherits her estate, and, surprisingly, custody of his younger brother D.J. (James Woods), who suffers from schizophrenia and epilepsy. Bob is initially reluctant at his new responsibility, but remembers that he had promised his mother to look after his brother. It reminded me of my ordeal in November 1980 – April 1981. What a harrowing experience. I left after the movie and went home to bed.

I did speak to Suzy Miller briefly.

I didn’t bother to return Eileen Grabinsky’s phone call. She called me at around 11:15AM. Hell…I was still pissed-off at her for putting me off this morning.

I saw a black onyx ring on sale at Crescent Jewelers that I really like (and want). It reminds me of Barnabas Collins ring in DARK SHADOWS.

“A promise made should be a promise kept.”
-Steve Forbes

Enough Shopping for One Day

2011-12-13T05:00:00.000-08:00

On the one hand, shopping is dependable: You can do it alone, if you lose your heart to something that is wrong for you, you can return it; it's instant gratification and yet something you buy may well last for years.

-Judith Krantz

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 13, 1986
Saturday

Mom and I decided to ‘hit the road’ for San Francisco. Our first stop was PIER 39. We eventually found our way to The Wholesale Toy Store on Mission, MACY’s, SAKS Fifth Avenue and Gucci. That was more than enough shopping for one day. We had a good time. There were droves and droves of shoppers. It was massive. I was tired to-say-the-least.

I brought my portion of the gifts to mom and dad’s house and finished wrapping them there. I stayed there a good while. I even started to watch Nastassja Kinski in a film called MARIA’s LOVERS. It seemed pretty good.

I left for my place and telephoned Mark Landreth. We had a lengthy man-to-man discussion about women, one-night stands and the gym. I also returned a phone call to Stuart Western.
Stuart announced, “You just caught me leaving. I made a date to go in to San Francisco.”
“Oh, well have a good time. I guess I’ll see you at the gym.”
“Okay, catch you later.”

I decided to NOT do anything except return to my mom and dad’s house. I watched the remainder of MARIA’s LOVERS with them. There was a gross rat scene. I hoped I wouldn’t have a nightmare from it.

My biggest nightmare is I'm driving home and get sick and go to hospital. I say: 'Please help me.' And the people say: 'Hey, you look like...' And I'm dying while they're wondering whether I'm Barbra Streisand.
-Barbra Streisand

The Cost of Cocktails

2011-12-12T05:00:00.000-08:00

As far as a cocktail, I do like good wines, basically with meals, and good champagnes.
-Bobby Sherman

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 12, 1986
Friday

I just got word this afternoon—from mom—that Sherri Armijo, my sister-in-law, had a miscarriage. Her pregnancy was going to be announced at Christmastime. It is very sad. She is young. There will be other chances. Perhaps it was meant to be.

At noon (or lunchtime) I went to Wilkes SPORT, a new subsidiary men’s store of Wilkes-Bashford. A gent named Timothy Lewis helped me out while I was in the store. He was really nice. I saw a pair of sweats that I liked---but for ninety-five dollars! Give me a break!

After work (or just before quitting time) Nikki Bovee came in to our office. She was as cheerful as ever.
I asked, “When are we going to get-together for a Christmas cocktail?”
I know I asked it ‘just like that’ or something to that effect.
Nikki answered, “Maybe next week.”
So, we’ll see.

I went home and napped. By eight o’clock I was in my car, driving to Hillsborough. I was expected by Eileen at nine o’clock. I arrived early and Eileen was still in the shower. I met Barry and Anne (the husband and wife) who own the stately manor. They were pretty nice.

Anne was wrapping a bunch of gifts for Christmas. The gift-wrap looked ultra expensive. They have three sons. I know two are named Brandon and Blake. I guess they'll have fun ripping apart those presents on Christmas morning.

Eileen and I went to THE VORTEX. I only had seven dollars. She contributed a dollar to our entrance fee. I, of course, ended up charging multiple drinks (Pine Voks-pineapple vodkas; Corona beer; White Russians, Bartyles and James Wine Coolers) that came to a total of $31. If I include the tip it actually came to $35. What a rip! We danced up a storm.

Eileen and I did go to Jack-in-the-Box afterwards. That was fun. We both felt a need to satisfy our ‘munchies’. She was getting kind of wild. It was late. I had to pee. Before I knew it I was home at four o’clock in the morning. Yawn.

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
-Victor Hugo

Ambitious Nature

2011-12-11T05:00:00.000-08:00

'Tis a common proof,

That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend.
-Julius Caesar

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 11, 1986
Thursday

I submitted my easy-to-read ‘Terms and Conditions’ of our Yellow Page Advertising Sales Contract to my boss, Steve Adams, as an aid to our handling customer.
Steve remarked, “I’ll look it over.”
I thought to myself, “Oh well, we’ll see what happens.”

I have been thinking of asking Nikki Bovee to dinner but I don’t know yet. It may be too soon.

Suzy Miller telephoned about going out for Chinese food tonight.
“Sure,” I said.
We both ended up meeting Suzy’s mom at the Chinese food place. We returned to her mom’s house after the meal. We hung out to simply ‘shoot the breeze’.
Suzy’s brother, Mike, was there.
Mike announced, “Oh…you know, I saw that Chad guy at school. I was telling him that we were just talking about him.”
I nodded and said something like, “Whatever.”

I telephoned Carla Guzman when I arrived home. She slept until two o’clock this afternoon. I laughed. It figures.
I liked the fortune in my Fortune Cookie at the Chinese food place. It read: YOU HAVE AN AMBITIOUS NATURE AND MAY MAKE A NAME FOR YOURSELF.

I am closing my Super Checking Account with Great Western Bank. It’s going to be Patelco Credit Union ‘all the way’ as soon as I receive that royalty check from Sacramento.

Lottie telephoned. I returned her call.
“Mike, I may make a trip over there on Sunday.”
“Oh, that would be great,” I said.
I really don’t know if I will be in the mood for her bubbly-ness. Who knows?

I do have that date with Eileen Grabinsky set for Friday. It was fun when I called her on Wednesday night while I was eating Cocoa Pebbles. She got a ‘kick out of the fact’ that I was munching on cereal. She and Johnny Schaefer both like Cocoa Crispies.

A bachelor's life is a fine breakfast, a flat lunch, and a miserable dinner.
-Francis Bacon

The Gift of Giving

2011-12-10T05:00:00.000-08:00

“Enjoying the joys of others, and suffering with them…these are the best guides for man.”
-Albert Einstein

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 10, 1986
Wednesday

It was a semi-swamped day but not as bad as yesterday.

Carla is off from work on Thursday and Friday (lucky her).

Laverne Butler called.
“Hi Mike, How are you?”
“Good,” I replied, feeling a tad surprised that she’d call me from my former office.
“I was wondering if you might come to my fifteen year lunch anniversary. It will be tomorrow at The Waterfront.”
I was so pleased by her invitation and made it clear by saying, “How fun! I’d love to come!”

I did make it to the gym on this evening. I screwed up my routine because I didn’t go when I was supposed to go.

I received a Christmas gift from John Schaefer. I opened it early. I couldn’t wait. Shame on me! I received a ‘pigs humping’ t-shirt, a bike ‘sketch’ t-shirt, a nice ‘blue and white’ striped sweater, some candy goods and a 1987 BIKE Calendar. He is too much and too kind! I hope he likes the GRAMMY AWARD bookends that I found for him.

I couldn’t sleep very well on this night. I telephoned my mom at two o’clock in the morning. I knew she’d be arriving home from work at around that time.

Cheerful givers do not count the cost of what they give. Their hearts are set on pleasing and cheering the person to whom the gift is given.
-Julian of Norwich

Terms and Conditions

2011-12-09T05:00:00.000-08:00

“I believe that you should gravitate to people who are doing productive and positive things with their lives.”
-Nadia Comaneci
Romanian Gymnast
and Winner of 3 Olympic Gold Medals, Summer 1976

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 9, 1986
Tuesday

It’s ‘Back to School’…or ‘Back to Work’ (same thing).

Our ‘Delinquent’ Pac Bell Directory Accounts were selected and distributed between all of us (myself, Rhoda, Paul, Lily). I received nine accounts. My primary focus is on San Mateo and San Mateo North County Yellow Page books right now. The close for new Advertising for those books is January 15, 1987. During my break I wrote some work-related notes for myself:

I find that evaluating a delinquent account can take me anywhere from five to fifteen minutes; whereby, it is very difficult to adhere to this daily schedule. It is especially difficult when I am in the middle of a complex account that advertises in many directories. I have to check each half hour as to whether I am open for incoming calls (or closed to research and make outgoing calls).

Yesterday, I noticed Lily and Paul were the only two required to be open for incoming calls, yet they were both making outgoing calls! I have decided to simply remain open for incoming calls ‘whenever’ I am at my desk, so I don’t have to worry about whether I should be open or not. I sometimes wonder if maybe we should all be open for incoming calls since our unit is so small at this time.

One customer owes $2000 and complained to me.
The customer said, “I lost business this year because a competitor put in a bigger ad with false advertising!”
I explained, “We are not at liberty to discuss what type of ad your competitors are placing.”
He asked, “Well…could I get an adjustment to compensate?”
“That’s not likely.”
“I see.”
“I must refer you to the Advertising Order Contract Terms and Conditions page.”
I believe he is going to pay now.

I find many customers give reasons and excuses for why they cannot pay. We can easily respond by referring to our Advertising Contract ‘Terms and Conditions’. I have written up an ‘easy to read’ terms and conditions form. I hope this will help. I’ve made copies to give to my cohorts.

I made it to my Patelco Credit Union and managed to withdraw twenty-dollars. I have decided to start doing all of my banking with them for the time being. I plan to close my Great Western Account for good.

Carla Guzman may go to Los Angeles. She has a “beau” there.
Carla confided with me, “Michael, he makes me think about settling down…you know…marriage.”

I made it to the gym. I saw Kurt (Steve Green’s buddy).
I asked, “Hey, how is Steve doing?”
“Oh, he’s been studying like crazy.”

Mark Landreth pulled a ‘no show’ at the gym tonight. Kathy Ortega appeared.
I telephoned Mark later.
“Yo Mark, you missed out. Kathy was at the gym tonight!”
“Oh…Whoa!”
“Well, I have to tell you…I went out with that blond girl, Eileen. She’s onlynineteen.”
“A baby…”
“Yeah,” I said, thinking that Mark was cool.
I heard Mark eating.
“What are you eating?”
“Ah...just a TV dinner.”
I was hungry. I had hoped we could ‘eat out’ together.

I called Mike Miller to see about going to Lung Kong for Chinese Food to fulfill my craving.
Mike said, “Oh…well, I already ate at Pacific Fresh.”

I tried calling my sister-in-law, Sherri, to see if she had eaten dinner yet. I forgot that my brother, John, had the night off from his bartending duties. They were watching ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’ while Ashley was slowly falling asleep.

I wrote out about twelve Christmas Cards to get my mind away from my hunger pangs. There was some ‘Circus of the Stars’ show on television that I tried to watch with the corner of my eye. By 10:20PM I was in bed.

This Friday night Eileen and I will be going to get-together again. I am looking forward to it.

For some reason an old flame crossed my mind: CHAD. I think it’s because Mike Miller had mentioned him.
Mike said, “I was just wondering about him because I haven’t seen him at Chabot lately.”
I thought to myself, “I ought to discuss ‘in detail’ my relationship with Chad to Mike.”
I think I will. How would he react?

And another old flame crossed my mind: AMY PLATT.I wonder what the latest happenings are with her. And what is going on with STEPH REDDING? She doesn’t even know I work for Pac Bell Yellow Pages now. I informed her on her Christmas Card.

I worked out well tonight. I will be harder on myself this coming Wednesday (I trust).
I blurted in a sportsmanship way to Mark, “See you on Wednesday!”

I can’t believe this True Crime story I heard about. Some guy went out and bought eight rolls of toilet paper. Two days later all of the rolls of toilet paper were gone. The guy accused his brother, took out a gun and killed his brother based on the missing toilet paper! That’s ridiculous when one realizes what other people get so stressed out about.

“My Aunt in Knoxville would bring newspapers up, which we used for toilet paper. Before we used it we’d look at the pictures.”
-Dolly Parton

A Russian Princess

2011-12-08T05:00:00.000-08:00

A penny here, and a dollar there, placed at interest, goes on accumulating, and in this way the desired result is attained. It requires some training, perhaps, to accomplish this economy, but when once used to it, you will find there is more satisfaction in rational saving than in irrational spending.
-P.T. Barnum
‘The Art of Money Getting’

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 8, 1986
Monday

I probably should not have had a peach margarita, a white Russian cocktail and two Corona beers last night. Luckily, I have the day off.

I took my car to the local MOBIL Gas Station here on Harbor Bay Isle for a smog check, tune-up, oil, filter, lube, brake and power steering fluid additive. My grand total came to $144. It was a much better cost than I had expected.
The gas station attendant said, “Your battery is low and you do need a radiator flush.”
“Oh, okay…I’ll do that next time.”
And so, those are my next ‘auto care’ projects.

I wrapped Christmas presents.

Mom drove me over to the post-office as my car was being serviced. I mailed John Schaefer a gift. I sent him Grammy Awards that resembled book ends.

Eileen Grabinsky called me to confess.
“Michael, I just wanted to tell you that I don’t live in that beautiful Hillsborough home.”
“What?”
“I’m really just the nanny for the house. I take care of three little boys in that house.”
“Oh…well, that’s okay. I’m glad you told me.”
“I felt awful keeping that secret. I’m also a part time housekeeper there. They’re a really nice family.”
“It’s okay…really.”
It’s just as well. It's not like I thought she was a Russian Princess. We confirmed new plans to go out this Friday. We may just go to a movie. There will be no drinking this next time around.

I was at mom and dad’s house. My Dad still wasn’t in the best of moods. He was griping and complaining about everything and anything. I wonder why.

I ran into a high-school pal that I’d known since sixth grade at MERVYN’s named Janice Van Gundy. She looked short, a tad overweight, older…but still rather pretty. We talked for a while.

Janice said, “You know…Kathy Wright is married and lives in Quincy. She had a little girl who will be a year old this coming February.”
“Really…I can’t believe it!”
Janice nodded.

I was glad that all of my Christmas shopping was done.

I think I am going to withdraw my IRA’s and CD for a total of $13,000. In addition, the $5000 I have made on my Pacific Telesis Savings will assist in clearing out my outrageous credit card debt that is charging from 9.19% to 14.9% in finance charges. It’s robbing me. I know ‘1987’ will be a clean slate kind of year. I plan to spend money ‘I have’ with an emphasis on saving more.

I left and took a nap at my place. I love my sleep time.

I tried to get a hold of Mike Miller by phone but he wasn’t available. Sue (Mike’s sister) was studying for a final exam. I wanted to go out for Chinese food. Oh well…instead I went to the gym.

I went to the gym and I noticed Mark when he walked in to the club. Anne walked in and pretended NOT to see me. She made sure I heard her voice though. Patty (Anne’s friend) came by.
I announced to Patty, “You know…you and Anne stood-up Mark and me for dinner!”
She gave a surprised look. They had obviously forgotten.

I went home and I ate Pork n’ Beans. I felt an immediate need for protein. I watched ANASTASIA, a movie about a Russian Princess starring Amy Irving.

True enjoyment comes from activity of the mind and exercise of the body; the two are united.
-Alexander Von Humboldt

Aspiring Dreams

2011-12-07T05:00:00.000-08:00

David Seville: “They’re savings bonds. In seven years you will get to buy something really nice.
Alvin: Do you have any that you bought seven years ago?
--Alvin and The Chipmunks

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 7, 1986
Sunday

I (at least) went for a short bike ride today.

My Dad was in a grumpy mood.

Ashley wanted to watch RAINBOW BRITE and THE CHIPMUNKS (her Top Favorites in cartoon world). I watched a bit with her.

I napped and then got ready for my date with Eileen Grabinsky. I drove over the San Mateo bridge in search of a grand home in Hillsborough.

I picked up Eileen. She looked really good. The house was quite nice. It had three garage doors. I drove into Burlingame at some Mexican Restaurant for a light bite and a drink. We proceeded to go to THE VORTEX for dancing.

Eileen and I actually talked a lot. We began to get to know each other better. She is nineteen years old. I learned that she is an aspiring actress.
Eileen laughed, “Of course I don’t have any experience and don’t know where to start.”
I encouraged her to pursue her dreams. We had a nice evening.

“All our dreams can come true – if we have the courage to pursue them.”
-Walt Disney

Rock Around The Clock

2011-12-06T05:00:00.000-08:00

“In the imagination of many writers it is the untold stories that propel----Those vibrant, colorful, magical, historical swirls of humanity that make up our knowing.”
-Edward P Jones, author of ‘The Known World’
in writing about ‘The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao’ by Junot Diaz

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 6, 1986
Saturday

I started the domestic chore of laundry on this Saturday morning. That’s the start of something productive.

I accompanied mom to MERVYN’s at South Shore Shopping Center in Alameda. We ate at the Velvet Creamery.

Elieen Grabinsky telephoned. We confirmed a date for tomorrow (Sunday) night!

Mark Landreth telephoned. We decided to go out at ten o’clock tonight for a sneak peek at the Hot Rod Café in Fremont. I met a gal (who was kind of hippy on the hips) that asked me to dance. They played a lot of 50’s music at this place. It was okay…just ‘okay’. I don’t feel comfortable dancing to ROCK AROUND THE CLOCK.

Mark and I departed by one o’clock in the morning. We popped in to Black Angus in San Lorenzo for a quick peek to see if we were missing anything. It was pretty dead.
Mark said, “Well, at least we didn’t miss out.”
I laughed, “Yeah, we didn’t miss out!”

“Courage is going from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm.”
-Winston Churchill

Why Should I Wait...

2011-12-05T05:00:00.000-08:00

“I like to write when I feel spiteful; it’s like having a good sneeze.”
-D.H. Lawrence

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 5, 1986
Friday

Thank God I am off from work this coming Monday! My sniffles and sneezes are coming on. Ugh.

It was a quick and easy Friday.

I received a call from Carla during the evening.
“What are you up to?” Carla asked.
I was rather surprised to hear from her but we had a sweet talk. She had the day off and didn’t come by the office to visit (with her little girl) as she said she might do.

I had called Sue Miller earlier in the day about a possible movie but she didn’t really respond with a ‘yay or nay’ which led me to believe she didn’t really want to go.

I decided to go out ‘on my own’ to THE VORTEX in Palo Alto. Why should I wait for someone to accompany me?

I actually had a good time. I met Liz and Lindy who are Graphic Artists at APPLE COMPUTER in Cupertino. I also met a gal named Ashley Moss and a gal named “Newton”. I danced with all of them with ‘no strings attached’ and left. The music there is so avant-garde eighties and similar to QUAKE radio. It’s terrific.

Girls just want to have fun!
-This quote was made famous by Cyndi Lauper in her song, "Girls just want to have fun"!

It Tastes Good

2011-12-04T05:00:00.000-08:00

The morning cup of coffee has exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.
-Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.,
"Over the Teacups," 1891

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 4, 1986
Thursday

The Bay Bridge was a breeze today. Never again will I turn off my motor in the middle of traffic like I did yesterday.

I look rather collegiate today with my natural colored button up sweater and preppie natural colored bike shirt and olive green pants, white socks, white undies and my lounge shoes that I bought while in Carmel.

I meant to call Suzy Miller last night. I forgot. Oh well, I’ll remember the next time.

I received a neat note from Nikki Bovee. She used the phrase ‘team member’ which leads me to believe that she read my most recent evaluation from Stephanie because those were the same identical words that she used many times in my evaluation. Nikki likes me (I think). Rumor has it that she can be a ‘bitch’. I wrote her a note and she liked it, too. We have a very ‘under toned’ thing going that I like. I wouldn’t mind ‘making it’ with her. Listen to me!

Carla went off with her model-type, semi-overweight gent (whom I have not met yet) for lunch today. I went walking on my own through GRODINS, the SHERATON PALACE HOTEL. I simply went walking for lunch today. I ate enchiladas on break, so I figured there was no room for more food.

Carla and Rhoda both have the day off tomorrow. Carla is going to get her PORSCHE 944 sports car back. She’s so excited.

“Listen to you” and “Oh My God” are very common, frequent phrases that Carla tends to use.
Carla telephoned me tonight at 6:30PM and said, “You know, Michael, I may come in to the office tomorrow with my little girl for a visit.”
We shall see. She has a car now, so it’ll be fun if we go to L.A. for a weekend. We’ve talked about it.

I haven’t telephoned mom all week. I must do that.

I keep asking myself, “Why spend money I don’t have?”
Whenever I say it to myself I just don’t have any money (sad to say). It will be pretty soon that my $8618.00 and my $5000.00 checks will be coming in. That will relieve some of the financial swelling.

My left throat or gland is a bit swollen. I’ve been having coffee to soothe it, thinking that the warm liquid might help. I don’t want to become a coffee addict but it tastes good.

I thought of Rachelle Davies briefly last night. She somehow reminds me of Nikki Bovee. Nikki is much older but it’s probably the height similarity that makes me compare the two.

I may call Suzy Miller today to see about a movie tonight. I kind of miss her. In addition, I want to ask her how her Seattle Thanksgiving trip turned out.

My father described this tall lady who stands in the middle of the New York harbor, holding high a torch to welcome people seeking freedom in America. I instantly fell in love.
-Yakov Smirnoff

The Longest Journey

2011-12-03T05:00:00.000-08:00

The longest journey begins with a single step, not with a turn of the ignition key.
-Edward Abbey

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 3, 1986
Wednesday

Today did not begin very well at all. There was an accident on the Oakland-Bay Bridge which kept me at a standstill for a good twenty minutes. I turned off my motor and when it was ‘okay’ to go again my car would not start!
“Ahhhh,” I thought, “it’s panic time!”
I tried to remain, cool and collected. I got out of my car and walked to a phone booth, calling work since it was 8:25AM already. Luckily, I wasn’t smack in the center of the bridge. Then I learned that the CAL TRANS tow truck was on the way to retrieve my car. And so, I returned to my car and ‘lo and behold’ the engine started-up! I took off and made it to my office at nine o’clock. Lucky me!

Right when I arrived at work I had a couple of customers calling-in for me. It was a busy morning. I didn’t even get to my follow-ups until later that afternoon.

I had lunch with Pearl and Laverne (from my old office) because Carla went home. I happened to bump into Pearl and Laverne while I was at The Pizza Boat. It was nice to see them. I had a wine cooler. I felt it was necessary due to my hectic morning.

Work is going smoothly. I feel I am the most together and knowledgeable in the group. In fact I’m much more together than a few of the managers! In my opinion I am competitive with, Nikki Bovee, the second line-manager. I truly feel I override everyone else in experience and knowledge of the job and Pac Bell’s network.

I tried to call Anne Alberti while at work today. She wasn’t available. I left a message but she never returned my call.

I telephoned Julie of Ask Mr. Foster and spoke to Sue Myers.
I said assertively, “Just process my loss of my airline ticket claim. It hasn’t turned up!”

At one point in my day it was nice to hear my boss, Steve Adams, say to me, “Hi Ya Champ!”
I liked that. I wondered if he had read my most recent evaluation and saw how much training experience I have completed. I began to wonder if I could get promoted out of this unit. If I did I think I may take advantage of it. Hell…why not?

I did go to the gym on this evening. Dave and Mark were there. The longtime, old regular Bob showed up. He shook my hand and we rapped a bit. I noticed his gut wasn’t as tone and trim as it used to be. He still looks in good shape though. I did a fair workout and made it home by 8:40P for DYNASTY.

I munched on cheese and crackers, a diet 7-up a strawberry-banana yogurt and a whole banana. I guess I can say I eat well. (Ha-ha).

I hit the hat at 10PM but I woke up mid-morning (at 3:20AM). I hate when that happens. It’s hard to fall back to sleep.

Every day when I leave my office building in San Francisco there’s a Filipino boy selling newspapers. He’s a nice lad. I had a dream last night and he was in the dream. I ought to buy a newspaper from him one day.

I saw my second line manager, Nikki Bovee, briefly today and said, “Hi.”

We haven’t been able to chat between ourselves. I’d like to converse and get to know her better. I don’t mean ‘in that way’ but for career advancement possibilities.
I thought, “Ah heck...I don’t know. I think I’ll just shoot for field sales. Time will tell…again as I often say.”

“Someone receives a promotion, gets an important assignment, makes a major discovery, or moves into the president's office. ''He's lucky',' an envious person remarks. ''He gets the breaks; they're always in his favor'.” In reality, luck or the breaks of life had little or nothing to do with it. So-called ''luck'' usually is found at the exact point where preparation meets opportunity. For a time, an individual may get ahead by ''pull',' but eventually someone with push will displace him. Success is not due to a fortuitous concourse of stars at our birth, but to a steady trail of sparks from the grindstone of hard work each day.”
-Kenneth Hildebrand

Dancing Experience

2011-12-02T05:00:00.000-08:00

There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good.

-Edwin Denby

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 2, 1986
Tuesday

I met with Steph Bautista today. She really boosted my ego with a very highly-rated evaluation. I deserve it though (smiles).

I made a phone call to Eileen Grabinsky. I also pulled up her telephone account and learned that she is a housekeeper/nanny (probably for some very wealthy family in the Hillsborough area).
Eileen had said, “I work part-time for a Mercedes dealership.”
Eileen and I may go out to THE VORTEX in Palo Alto for a Saturday night of dancing. She has my telephone number now. She may call me to confirm this tentative date soon.

I had a pretty good work day. I’m happy about next Monday because I have the day off. I can take my car in for proactive repair.

I submitted my request for a five-thousand dollar withdrawal from my Company Savings Plan. I should receive the payment before the end of February 1987.

I telephoned my friend, Jim Koran, in Los Angeles to update him on my ticket problem for Los Angeles this weekend.
I explained, “I called AIR CAL and they told me the tickets were just like money…and without it I would not be allowed to board.”
Jim said, “That’s crazy.”
“I know…I never received them! They told me I would be forced to purchase a new ticket at regular rates! That really pissed me off.”

I also called Johnny Schaefer in Los Angeles. I decided to inform him of my hopeful trip to L.A.
I added, “The only problem is that it looks like the trip won’t even take place at this point.”

I took off for the gym. I was rapping with Dave Trapp when Anne Alberti appeared in a white sweatshirt with the “M” (for Medium) label still on. She looks so good dressed in ‘white’.
Anne insisted, “You have to take my class tomorrow!”
“Okay, when is it?”
“It’s at six o’clock.”
“Well, I get off work in San Francisco at five o’clock now, so it’s highly unlikely.”

I thought I ought to give her a phone call from work. I tried calling her tonight but there was no answer.

I did see my ‘favorites’ at the gym: Dave, Mark, Anne, and Stuart. They’re all such gym regulars. It’s nice to see them when I go there. I had a good work out, too. I will go again tomorrow night.

I went to SAFEWAY and the Christmas pine trees smelled so good when I walked-in to the store.

I telephoned my sister-in-law, Sherri, “I think I can safely cancel you having to drive me to the airport on Friday.”
“Oh, okay,” Sherri replied, “You should come over now to see our Christmas tree.”
“Okay…I’ll be right over.”
When I arrived Ashley licked her tongue out at me. That was rude.
Of course, Ashley pouted, “Don’t leave now,” when I started to leave.
I gestured, “On lips…”
And Ashley gave me a kiss goodbye. It’s the little things like that that make me feel so “touched”.

I thought of Paloma today. I am not so sure where to write to her now. I should simply write to her in Paris at her mom’s address. It will eventually get to her that way (at least).

I watched a Barbara WaWa (Walters) TV interview with Lionel Ritchie and Richard Pryor tonight.

I am going to pay off all of my bills. Once I’m clear I will only spend money when I actually have it (one day).

Experience ties in with the word “Experiment”. I currently feel that my experience with the male gender in my past was just that: ‘an experiment’.

I have been thinking a lot of Eileen Grabinsky lately. I am looking forward to seeing her again.

Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night.
-Woody Allen

Problems Are Made

2011-12-01T05:00:00.000-08:00

Let not thy will roar, when thy power can but whisper.
-Thomas Fuller

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 1, 1986
Sunday

It is the start of a new month again. It is funny how time flies. I’ve been on my new job for a full month already. I love it. It is so laid back, free and easy. When I don’t get a real crabby customer it’s especially nice (but that isn’t too often).

I enjoyed lunch alone today because Carla escaped the office for lunch at home. I ate at PASTELS. There was a thin, long-haired brunette with blue eyes and braces who really looked pretty. She caught my eye and I could easily envision her beauty without the braces. Maybe I will ask her out one day (unless I ask that blond who works at that A TOUCH OF CLASS dress shop).

Perhaps I ought to continue with my consideration of Eileen Grabinsky in Hillsborough. Wow! I actually have three new choices. Maybe I’ll ask all of them out and see what happens. Three is company.

Carla and I shared our late afternoon breaks together. She looked pretty ‘beat tired’ by the end of the day. She gives me the impression that she has been “partying” a bit too much lately.

Mike Miller went to Seattle, Washington for THANKSGIVING with his sister, Sue, and his mom.

Greg Manachevitz telephoned and asked me, “Hey Mike, do you want to go see SOUL MAN at South Shore?”
I declined. I decided it was against my better judgment.
Greg continued, “Well, I developed some pictures from Palm Springs.”
“I’d be curious to see those. I’m sure they’ll bring back some memories!”
He laughed in agreement.

Johnny Schaefer called. I’ve known him six months to date already. He’s a character. He’s a nice chum (though NMT). John sent me a cool card with a woman on a bicycle. I love it.
He wrote:

Hey Michael-
How’s life? Great, I hope! As I write this, it is just 20 days until my 25th birthday. I’m looking forward to lower insurance rates but that’s about it. ’25 and still not a star—oh well, I’ll have to push it in ’87.
Well, 6 months ago today I was lucky enough to meet you. Perhaps, with any luck, I’ll see you more the NEXT 6 months than I did this one. I think I’ll call and chat with you answering machine tonight to celebrate.
Keep an eye on the mail for your Christmas package. I’m mailing it Friday. You can open the outer box but don’t open any of the wrapped presents inside until Christmas!
John

I did some aerobics once I arrived home and quickly headed out to the gym. Dave Trapp was there and he rapped with me the way he usually does. I also bumped in to Stuart Western who confirmed receipt of my phone call from last Saturday. I recalled how I had called him because I didn’t have anything exciting to do.
Stuart asked, “What are you up to this Saturday?”
“Oh, I may be going to L.A. if all goes well,” I replied.
I continued with an explanation of my ticket problem.
Stuart said, “Ah, Air Cal will probably let you on anyway.”
Stuart’s a nice guy. I sometimes feel he’s QBL (Questionable) if you know what I mean. It’s no matter. He’s cool.

Mark Landreth was at the gym. I noticed his face had really broken out. It looked kind of gross because I think he picks at his blemishes for some reason. I guess because of his complexion it doesn’t look all that bad. I know if it were me it would look conspicuously horrible.

I spoke to mom briefly over the telephone while I was at work. She’s such a sweetheart.

Problems are made. I’ve made no serious ones for myself but it all boils down to more money in order to give my car a work over (and pay bills). I won’t bother to mention the new BIANCHI bicycle or the JAGUAR.

It’s amazing when I hear the eighteen year old tennis star Boris Becker of Germany winning $100,000 and up into the millions in tournaments (over one tennis match) while here we struggle to make $30 Grand a year. My day will come. I wonder if I should pursue the ‘modeling’ plan like my hair stylist urged last Friday. Well, if I do…it will be done of my own accord. It’s just like my choice of wanting to lift weights to build strength.

I’m still not totally satisfied with my physique. I need to work harder at the gym to build-up. Working harder and more often leads to perfection in any profession (or activity), so I’ve learned.

Tomorrow I visit my ex-boss, Stephanie, to get my last six months performance evaluation.

It is the part of a wise man to feed himself with moderate pleasant food and drink and to take pleasure with perfumes, with the beauty of growing plants, dress, music, sports, and theaters.
-Benedict Spinoza

Muscle Bound

2011-11-30T05:00:00.000-08:00

At a dinner party one should eat wisely but not too well, and talk well but not too wisely.
-W. Somerset Maugham

Twenty-five years ago today:

November 30, 1986
Sunday

I had good intentions of bike riding for the third day in a row and I still didn’t (sadness).

I did drive over to mom’s house and we ‘hit’ WALGREEN’s. I also enjoyed breakfast with mom and dad.

My sis-in-law, Helen, dropped by at my parents’ house with the cutie-pie baby, Lauren. Helen and I lounged in the living room and watched a movie called WOMEN OF VALOR. It was a story of a group of U.S. Army nurses in the Philippines during World War II who are captured and imprisoned by Japanese troops during the invasion of the Philippines. It was starring Susan Sarando, Kristy McNichol and Alberta Watson.

My brother, Tony, arrived after a day of cutting lawns with his sidekick, Dennis Reno. It’s a job they love. I know they had a good work out. I’d rather be biking. When Tony arrived we watched A CHRISTMAS STORY.

Tony and Helen left and I decided to ‘stick around’ and keep ma and pa company. Mom prepared homemade hamburgers that were yummy. We watched the CLINT EASTWOOD Tribute Party.

Cary Grant died yesterday. I wonder if he ate too much turkey. It’s a sad day because he stars in one of my all-time favorite films (NORTH BY NORTHWEST).

I proceeded to go home and watched a film called A HIGH PRICE FOR PASSION. It was about a prostitute who is killed by her ‘JOHN’ (customer) who happens to be a Professor.

I decided to go to bed but I had tomorrow on my mind. It will be the first of December and it is my resolution day because I don’t intend on waiting until January 1st (like everyone else). I shall start with vigorous exercising in a quest to become more muscle bound. I will also focus on better eating habits. No more candies for starters.

If you wish to grow thinner, diminish your dinner,
And take to light claret instead of pale ale;
Look down with utter contempt upon butter,
And never touch bread till it’s toasted—or stale.
-H.S. Leigh

Ball In My Court

2011-11-29T05:00:00.000-08:00

If you want to win her hand

Let the maiden understand
That she’s not the only pebble on the beach.
-Harry Braisted

Twenty-five years ago today:

November 29, 1986
Saturday

Another day passed; whereby, I should have spent it biking. I didn’t. I guess I am a bit down and out due to a lack of funds. I really want a new bike. An Italian BIANCHI is my coveted wish.

I did do about twenty minutes of aerobics while at home. That is an accomplishment ‘of sorts’.

I went to my mom and dad’s house to hang out again, too. My niece, Ashley, was there. I played with her for a while. It was ‘lazy holiday’ me who decided to take a nap again. I love the sleep zone.

Last night I watched four movies (COMMANDO, A TRIP TO BOUNTIFUL, MY FIRST WIFE and THE RUNAWAY TRAIN) with ma and pa.

Tonight I decided to ‘go out’.

I called Eileen Grabinsky, the girl I had met recently at Le Paradis. We had a nice talk over the phone. I like the way she giggles.
“So what are you doing tonight,” I asked.
Eileen replied happily, “Oh…I think I’m going to CITY LIGHTS in San Francisco with my girlfriends.”
I didn’t feel like she was inviting me, so I simply said, “Sounds fun.”
“Why don’t you call me again?”
“Okay.”
I didn’t like how our conversation ended. She was smart to leave the ball in my court though.
PHOTO 'Eileen' sent me, she wrote 'Eileen '86' in Nordstrom's Bathroom:

I decided to go out to THE VORTEX in Palo Alto. Eileen had mentioned this place and it sounded appealing. When I arrived there I learned that it was ‘Comedy Night’, so I had to wait until ten-thirty before I was allowed in to the dance club.

I didn’t feel like waiting. I chose to drive back to the East Bay and ended up in Berkeley. It was dead…and I was feeling exhausted from the whirlwind drive-a-long, so I was back home by a quarter past midnight.

It was time for bed. Yawn.

Let moderation on thy passions wait
Who loves too much, too much the loved will hate.
-Robert Herrick

A Couch Potato

2011-11-28T05:00:00.000-08:00

Do all the good you can,

In all the ways you can,
In all the places you can,
At all the times you can,
To all the people you can,
As long as ever you can.
-John Wesley

Twenty-five years ago today:

November 28, 1986
Friday

I should have gone for an extended bike ride today. Instead I chose to ‘eat more’ Thanksgiving leftovers.

I went to mom and dad’s house and spent another day there. I ate and ate and lounged and lounged. I watched television and felt like a couch potato. I guess that’s what happens on holidays. They are meant to be spent this way…aren’t they?

I still don’t know if I am going to Los Angeles next weekend or not as it depends on Air Cal allowing me to board the plane after I inform them that I lost my ticket. The ‘Ask Mr. Foster’ Travel Agent that I used from work is the ‘dildo brain’ that screwed it all up. The agent sent my tickets to my business address without denoting my Suite or Floor. I never received them!

My sister-in-law, Sherri, has agreed to drive me to the airport on Friday night. I will worry about it at that time. I dislike ever having to worry.

I received answering machine messages from Chris Cordellos, Johnny Schaefer and Bonni Jayne today. Unfortunately, I could not reach any of them when I tried calling back.

I ended up getting my haircut by Roy at AVANTI’s in Alameda for twenty dollars. I feel he did a pretty good job. I was recommended by them to become a male model.

I brushed it off by saying, “I guess I’ll have to look into it.”

The secret of life is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming.
-Oscar Wilde