Two Of Hearts

How much does a man live, afer all?
Does he live a thousand days, or one only?
For a week, or for several centuries?
How long does a man spend dying?
What does it mean to say "for ever"?
-Pablo Neruda

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 3, 1986
Wednesday

I cannot believe I arrived in San Francisco so early this morning. It's 6:30AM. One just never knows how the traffic conditions will be on a given day. The 6:30AM time is the usual time that I'd be waking-up. Oh well-I'm getting paid a bit extra for this 7AM overtime. Is it worth my NOT getting a worthwhile amount of sleep? I feel a trite fat this morning. I had intended on doing some aerobics last night. I didn't even get to do that.

That's quite complimentary (as I recall) when Johnny Schaefer said, "You are out of my league."
Perhaps I am out of a number of people's leagues (even so-called millionaires) like Leonard and Chad (a kid that has doctors as parents). I am happy with myself right now. That's of primary importance.

Ashley is with her other grandmother, Janet Lewis, until Thursday or Friday. I miss her already.
My mom said, "You know, I asked Ashley about her Uncle Mike going on the airplane."
"You did?" I asked.
"Yes, and she started to cry!"
"That's so sweet. It makes me feel so loved by her. She probably thought I was going far, far away and not coming back."

You know—I keep hearing this song by Stacey Q called TWO OF HEARTS. It heaps my desire and drive. I just LOVE this tune. The other one by The Human League called HUMAN is a good one, too.
TWO OF HEARTS music video:

Emmy Pena, a fat, jolly and friendly man in my office has just returned from a vacation in Hawaii. He is very, very dark from being in the sun for so long. It's unbelievable. He's so dark!

Margaret Lai and I ate lunch at B and M Chinese today. Yummy.

Mark Landreth didn't make it to the gym today. He couldn't locate his gym ID card.

Anne Alberti was at the gym. We will all likely go out this Saturday night to HORATIO's in Berkeley.

I was invited to Cindy Ostegren's party in Alameda (as Mark Landreth had said I might). I had called Mark about it; thereafter, Cindy called me. Mark's cool.

I decided to telephone Annabelle Montero and her brother, Mike, in Downey, CA once again. They both got on the phone and were happy to hear from me.
Annabelle said, "We may come up to San Francisco again in October."
"That's so funny. Mark and I were thinking of coming down to L.A. in October, for Halloween."
I have to tell Mark about the conversation. He'll be thrilled.

Kathy Ortega and Stu Western were at the gym. I rapped with them for a while. I feel OOS (Out Of Shape). The nautilus weight-training was hard for me tonight.
PHOTO: Fire Island

Paul Dean called me from New York. He's the aspiring actor I met on Fire Island. I had written him a card. I was surprised to hear from him.
I said, "You know, Paul, you're welcome to visit here in the Bay Area sometime…anytime."
He thanked me. I wonder if I'll ever hear from him again.

I also wrote a nice card to Jeanette Melcher in San Diego. I have yet to hear from her again.

I spoke to Suzy Miller today.
"You know, Suzy, you can move-in with me for three hundred dollars a month."
She seemed stunned and made me feel like it was too hefty a sum for her. It's a deal. Oh well, now I'm unsure about that one. She will likely not take me up on the offer.

I have to call Frank. He's a friend of Margaret Lai's that works at the Placement Center. He may be able to pull some strings for me on that Staff Representative position in San Leandro. We shall see.

Something new, a silent time of deeper thinking, had entered my life, and I associate it with those afternoons of silent reading.
-Janet Frame,
An Autobiography