Bread and Butter

Yves St. Laurent needed objects of fantasy. Fashion for him was like a play, a novel or a film peopled by characters with whom he culd fall in love, idealise, be infatuated with and conjure up through clothes.  He needed women around him to trigger his imagination and seduce him aesthetically.
-Alicia Drake
"The Beautiful Fall:
Fashion, Genius, and Glorious Excess
in 1970s Paris"


Twenty-five years ago today

March 31, 1986
Monday

Another San Francisco parking lot is being taken over by construction of a new building. This may mean that the lot that I currently park my car will soon be invaded by unwanted visitors. Oh well—such is life.

I called Sandy Delph of Pacific Bell's Placement Bureau today. She's going to arrange an interview for me with some lady named Dorothy in San Francisco for the Copy Service Artist position. I worked hard on my portfolio this last weekend. I hope she's impressed with my work. I intend to be honest and let her know what little work experience I have in the art world. I shall stress that I do have a Marketing-oriented mind and that I'd try my hardest (and damnedest) to perform well—if given the chance.

Steph Redding called me on Sunday night to tell me that she's a full-fledged partner with Jean-Pierre International Modeling.
"I may need a colleague in the not too distant future to help me out, Michael."
"Well, that's an idea—at least."
Who knows what could happen?

Anyway my interview with this woman named Dorothy should be on Thursday or Friday.

I walked with Margaret Lai to Michael's Art Supplies during my lunchtime. I purchased some transparent plastic pages for some of my sketches and graphic illustrations. After work I went to Standard Brands for more mat boards and frames, too. I hope this "art" time will pay off. I think I'm good and can get better. I finished up the Pc Bell drawing to the point where I feel it will pass. Then I went to the gym.
Rick was there.
Rick asked, "So how was your Easter?"
"Ah, it was okay...kind of boring."
"Yeah, it's kind of a boring holiday, huh?"
"I know. I guess it's because we can't go Easter egg hunting anymore."
Rick laughed.


I also saw Mark Landreth. He apparently bought a house not so long ago in San Lorenzo.
Mark said, "Yeah, I may need roommates in a couple months."
That's a funny, coincidental thing. I was going to ask him to be my roommate. I guess I can forget that thought now. I wonder if Chad will end up being Mark's 'roomies'. I doubt it. I picture Chad living alone.


My work out was hard. I think it's because I didn't bike or anything over this past weekend.


I worked on a few more graphics when I arrived home.


I bought this new record book at Alpha Beta. It's the new book for my Journal #15.


Amy telephoned me before I left for the gym. We actually had a very nice talk.
Amy said excitedly, "My brother, Jeffrey, is coming to visit in June. I'm excited."
She comes from a big family. I like her in a special way. Yet, again I am sort of afraid of a commitment of any sort. I am not ready for that. Am I? If it was 'right' in feeling I probably wouldn't have any doubts at all.


Sometimes I think of Chad and I hate him. He was useless to me. At this point his life is in limbo without any cash flow. It makes me think of that classic CASHFLOW song by Leisure Process from 1983:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9sIG9ALShyc


I am sure Chad and I will run into each other again but it won't be the same. It's mostly due to lack of communication, of course (and not giving in—on his part).


George Jones crosses my mind occasionally. I do want to call and meet up with him sometime. I'd just like to catch up on each other over these last two and half years. It would be fun.

I ate a few almonds and a Diet 7-Up before going to bed. I was thinking of how envious I was of Mark Landreth buying a house. It was only yesterday that I was contemplating the purchase of a Jaguar for next year. Perhaps the house should come first.


I know Steph Bautista wants me to stay on with her section in the SDC (Sales Development Center) at Pac Bell. I do bring a lot of 'bread and butter' to her section. I just truly hope I get hired as a Copy Service Artist. It sounds appealing. I fell that I am good enough. Perhaps I am underestimating myself. I tend to do that.  Where's the confidence, Michael?


He took a lengthy, hot, soapy shower, which he enjoyoed from both a sanitary and sensual point of view.
-John Katzenbach
"The Analyst"