Let Some Love Into Your Soul

"Well, don't you see, if you don't change and let some love into your soul, you're going to dry up and be a bitter old man long before your time."
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"

The above line made me think of this 'oldie but goodie' song called "LET YOUR LOVE FLOW":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oU9BPwcPaO4

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 12, 1984
Wednesday

I ate lunch alone because Karyn Kossoff was kidnapped by Bob Gross. In other words, she went to lunch with him. He's a co-worker in her section. I chose to eat at Patrick's (per Shirley Hasting's recommendation). She did not join me though.

I started a new book last night called "The Painted Bird" by Jerzy Kosinski. It's kind of gory, but I really, really like it.

It is a semi-autobiographical novel, published in 1965 and revised in 1976. The ordeals of the central character parallel Kosinski's own experiences during World War II. A dark-haired Polish child who is taken for either a Gypsy or a Jew loses his parents in the mayhem of war and wanders through the countryside at the mercy of the brutal, thick headed peasants he meets in the villages. He learns how to stay alive at any cost, turning survival into a moral imperative. Full of graphic scenes depicting rape, torture, and bestiality, the novel portrays evil in all its manifestations and speaks of human isolation as inevitable.
-The Merriam-Webster Encyclopedia of Literature

It was great seeing Barbara Reynolds back at the office again. She's sweet. She's back from her vacation escape in Hawaii.

I did my duty at my new MACY's job. Alice Ho is really nice. I like her. Stella is the main manager for the Men's Fragrance's Department (or so I have learned). Karyn Kossoff came in and bought POLO cologne for Rene (her secret angel). It's part of the Christmas gift-exchange for our office. I selected Earl and I still have to buy him something.

I received a Christmas Card from Erika Hurst. She's a former customer from my Resident Account Service Center days in Downtown Oakland. I was so flattered that she remembered me! Perhaps I will invite her for lunch one day next week.

Somewhere at the back of my mind, there was a frightened furtive seed of curiosity that grew slowly and stealthily, for all my denial of it, and I knew all the doubt and the anxiety of the child who has been told, "These things are not discussed, they are forbidden.
-Daphne du Maurier
"Rebecca"