You're So Smooth

PHOTO: George Dyer b. 1934 d. 1971
Artist Francis Bacon's relationship with George Dyer whom he met in late 1963 was stormy and ultimately proved tragic.
Two days before the opening of the Francis Bacon Retrospective at the Grand Palais in Paris in 1971, Dyer was found dead from a drink and drugs overdose in the bathroom of the Hotel des Saint-Pères in Paris.
Bacon painted portraits of Dyer obsessively, both during his life and after Dyer's death in 1971.





"Was he gay?"
"What on earth does it matter?"
-Matthew Stadler
ALLAN STEIN, a novel

Twenty-five years ago today:

March 11, 1987
Wednesday

Carla, Rhoda and two of Rhoda's friends (Becky and Patty) and I hit the International Restaurant for lunch. Carla insisted on treating me. She can be such a sweetheart.

I wrote up a card for Johnny Schaefer. He had sent me a great biker at the beach postcard. I also sent Eileen another card to let her know she can "Lie Down and tell me all about it…"

It's official. I am going to Los Angeles for the weekend of March 20th. Julia of Ask Mr. Foster will be sending my airline tickets via registered mail to my mom's address. I gave mom's address because I knew she'd be home to accept it.
Lottie McHenry called me from Sacramento.
"I got your Hawaiian postcard. I loved it! I also have a new job now with Sacramento Cable Company."
She's so sweet.  I love her vibrant energy.  It rubs off.

Nikke loved her "smooth" Birthday card (as she described it). It included a picture of COOL WHIP with a candle in the center and inside the card was printed:  YOU'RE SO SMOOTH.
She really loved it.

I met the General Sales Manager of the San Francisco PBD Sales Branch. Her name is Elena Drury. She's pretty, young and has nice blue eyes.
I said to her, "Oh wow, I want to get into sales."
Elena responded in a short, assertive tone, "Get assessed!"
I thought, "Yeah, right…easier said than done."
She wasn't a lot of help. I guess I have to serve my time and just plain wait my turn. April 1988 is coming closer and closer.

I didn't hit the gym for a workout tonight. I remained home and watched DYNASTY as I did the domestic chore of washing and folding clothes.

I also wrote new cards to Johnny Schaefer and Eileen Grabinsky.

I returned a call to Mark Landreth.
Mark said, "I've been doing aerobics two nights a week at some local recreation center and jogging."
I asked, "Is that equivalent to what you used to do?"
"Yeah…so far."
Mark seemed satisfied but I guess I won't see as much of him at the gym anymore.

I left a voice mail message for Gary Conger in Los Angeles.
I asked Gary, "Did you—by any chance—receive any cards lately?"
I haven't heard back from him yet. Oh well…

My work day flew by relatively quickly. I am so glad of that fact.

I need to call my mom because the work day moves along and I never get the chance to speak with her as much as I would like to do. Oh well…

I was supposed to call Margaret Lai last Sunday but I didn't. Oh well…

I received my Pacific Bell BONUS check of $201.50. Carla received $1800.00. It kind of rubs me the wrong way. Oh well…what the hell. I won't sulk over it. Maybe I will win the lottery (Ha-ha).

I guess I will go for some French toast tomorrow morning. My stomach is growling.

"We must pay attention to what our heart prefers—for ourselves as much as our work."
-Tucker Malarkey
AN OBVIOUS ENCHANTMENT