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[image error] He had a fascination with all forms of learning and would seek out those who had it and do best to engage them in conversation. "Time spent with a man of learning is never wasted," he would say earnestly.
-Edward Rutherford
"London", the novel

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 15, 1986
Tuesday

It was another day, another bill and another headache. The headache will only get to one if one let's it get to him or her.

I had Mr. Toupee sit around with me again all day. He's a drag.

At lunchtime, Mary McTiernan and I took a walk out near Powell Street. We dropped in to Laura Todd Cookies. Debra Neil was not there. She and Peter Brent were at Burger King across the way. I finally met Peter Brent:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P._T._Brent

The meeting with Mr. Brent got my mind circulating. I need external exposure to the outside world. I need to feel improved changes in my life. And so, each day I must do something about it. Today, I typed up a brief resume and a letter to this influential Peter Brent.

Tomorrow I will type another cover letter and work on a new project daily until something new turns up. It is time. I need to make moves now. I will do my best. Mary could tell I had ideas flourishing. Peter Brent is only one avenue of many.

I ought to make more connections out there. That is what I will do. I want to ride my bike more. I want to write my book more seriously. I must format an outline at least.

I went to the gym and saw Steve Green on the Life Cycle. I mounted the bike next to him.
Steve said, "George went to L.A. again."
I nodded as I'm sure Steve thought I was interested.
Steve continued, "George met someone in LA the previous week and he paid for George's visit back down there."
"Figures," I said.
Steve and I didn't talk a whole lot after that.
[image error] Mark was at the gym. I took the 8:30PM aerobics class with him and his brother, Phil, after they persuaded me to join up.


My Dad is on vacation this week. I didn't know.


Bruce Goured called me. Yuck! I wish he'd leave me alone. He's a geek. I will continue to put him off. Henceforth, I will not make time for him.


Money is short. Time is short. I could use more money. I could use more time. I have to work with the 24-hours a day that we all have.


I spoke to Sue Croce over the telephone tonight.
I said, "You know, Sue, you are so SSB."
"What does that mean?"
"Oh, you know---it's one of my acronyms that I made up. I can't tell you."
She was dying to know what the acronym meant (SSB: Some Smooth Body).
We talked last night and on July 25th we decided that we may go out to see "HONEYMOON THRILLER", starring Gilda Radner. Sue is really sweet. I ought to know her better. I am beginning to know her. She is nice. Our nightly phone talks are becoming more frequent.

...he had stood by his convictions, a man of courage and honesty. A sliver of light opened in her, as if someone had separated the louvers of a blind.
-Shyam Selvadurai
"Cinnamon Gardens", a novel