Three Types of Friends

There are three types of friends:
Those like food, without which you cannot live;
Those like medicine, which you need occasionally;
And Those like an illness, which you never want.
-Solomon Ibn Gabirol (1021-1058)
Hebrew poet,
aphorist

An aphorist is someone who formulates aphorisms or who repeats aphorisms.

An aphorism is a short, concise and significant instructive saying.


Twenty-five years ago today:

October 12, 1984
Friday

Another day at the SDC (Sales Development Center) and things, words, story lines are all beginning to develop.

I sat at Earl’s desk today. Earl is in my section. Earl was not in the office, so I took calls from his desk. Barbara Reynolds and Kent Wood had floating holidays today. Joe is still on vacation. Dolores and Bobbie both got E-time without pay. I was the only one left in the transition section. I sat next to a guy named Hal and near Margaret Lai. Margaret seems to know a lot. I took more orders today than ever before. I had one Disconnect, one New Connect, one T & F and RCF, one Change Order and one Record Order.

Hot Dogs were prepared for lunch for the entire office today. It’s all part of the morale and camaraderie game. The hot dogs were good though! That’s one nice freebie treat.
PHOTO: Left to Right-Carl, Hank, Michael
Elizabeth Center (pink), ?, Joe, ?, Earl, ?

Karyn Kossoff took E-Time as well. I was to meet them all at Barnaby’s for drinks later. It turned out to be one very interesting evening. I got the feeling that a lot of people showed up there because I was introduced in the Office General Information File as loving to go there. Maybe not…who knows? Regardless, Colleen, the Supervisor, was there. She had a Perrier and an Irish Coffee. She’s nice, but…
Michelle Falls was there. She had an acne problem on her cheeks because you can see the after effects. She was born in England and she is nice, too. Her eyes are very spooky.

Lee Chandler made a late arrival and he and Colleen left together (they’re the two managers, so it was understandable). I did not really get to talk to them much.

Elizabeth Center (who is in my group) and I arrived together. She let me join her in her new Impulse automobile. I happened to notice that Michelle Falls had a nice black Ferraro car, too. Whoa! I danced with Michelle, Denise (AT&T gal and good friends with Ryan and Ron), Karyn and Elizabeth.

Fernando was there but he left early. Ron was asking me questions about Fernando, wanting to know more about his identity and role at the office. Linda left early because she had to drive to Fresno. She is leaving the office on Wednesday for good. Her husband is a coach and has a new job in Fresno. She is ready to scream about having to leave.

I spoke to Hank quite a bit. We spoke of earthquakes and each others’ feelings when one is close to death. I used my almost drowning incident before my 21st Birthday as an example.
PHOTO: While in a raft, the day I almost drowned
Sandy Renk, Michael J Armijo
May 25, 1980, American River, Sacramento

I am sure now that Hank is attracted to me because he grabbed my crotch area when we all crammed into the elevator. That kind of ‘blew me away’. I think Ron and Ryan have some sort of attraction for me, too. I often hear those little snide whispering remarks. I can’t help but feel it’s about me at times because I get ‘the look’. There was one instance when Ron was mentioning voyeurs (people who enjoy watching others have sex).
“I’d like to be a voyeur,” I said.
“You should watch Ryan and me,” Ron said.
Ryan followed-up by saying, “We both once put an ad in the paper about two blond guys, inviting voyeurs to observe. Some fellas would answer the ad and jack off as they got into it.”
I was amazed to say the least. I thought my ‘I’d like to be a voyeur’ line would shock them but they shocked me right back! They were all drunk and on ‘who knows what’. Ryan gently placed his shoe near Tom’s rear end. Tom turned around in surprise.
“He enjoyed it,” I whispered in Ryan’s ear.
Ryan liked that comment coming from me. I could tell.

The mishap of the evening was when I saw Karyn on Tom’s lap. Then on another lap and another lap. Ron was on Elizabeth’s lap and vice versa. I was “invited” to get on Patty Reid’s lap. After a while, I wanted “OFF”. Then Patty wanted a kiss ‘Bye-Bye’, so I gave her a peck. She grabbed my neck and bit my lip! Ugh! It was not good. I then heard Karyn say, “I’m going to vomit!”
I observed Ron trying to control Karyn behind a nearby wall.

“Karyn is head over heels over you from the way she reacted,” Ron said.
I felt gross about kissing Patty (Fat Lard Lady) but I was in a drunkard stupor predicament. This is exactly how I explained it to Karyn (because it was true).
“I’ll never let you forget it,” Karyn said in an elevated non-Pebbles voice.
I thought, “That’s all I need…a reminder of that!”
PHOTO: Karyn Kossoff, 1984


By 9PM the group had diminished to Tom Kidwell, Ron Shelly, Elizabeth Center, Karyn Kossoff, Michelle Falls, Ryan Hargrave, Hank and I. We decided to all meet at Ryan’s apartment.

Karyn, Elizabeth, Michelle, Tom and I arrived before Ryan and Ron did. Karyn and I didn’t want to chance it like the last time, so we left via taxi and then via BART.
I was in bed alone by midnight or so.

I forgot another significant conversation of the day between myself and Patrick Woolridge. It was his last day in the SDC. He’ll be an ASR (Account Sales Representative) which is a managerial position but with not all that much more money. He wants to start his own communications consulting business with some other chap named Travis.
“I have a lot of recurring clients now,” Patrick explained.
Patrick turned out to be quite informative. He earned a 'simpatico' nod in my book.
“I would be out and into Directory Yellow Page Sales by January if I were you,” Patrick advised.
“I don’t know about that but that would be great!”
“Rene’s lover recently made Assistant Manager in Directory,” Patrick added.
I remembered meeting Rene’s lover at Irene’s party.
“I’d make a few phone calls to see what he could do because he knows a lot of people in Directory Sales and other departments. And try and get in close with Ethel because she is knowledgeable with a lot of people. She’ll help you as long as you help her. She’s getting older and is a bit worried about her place in the company.”

Patrick went on to explain that he has reassured Ethel that she’s the “Mother” of the office. Now I want to get in good with Ethel. I think I will get along with most everyone as long as I don’t judge tightly against any one.

I do want Directory Sales so bad. I now hope that Patrick might be able to pull strings for me.
“With your looks, smile and dress you can get into any choice department.”
Patrick was probably a bit sloshed when he made that comment. In either case, if he can make a move for me by January 1985, then Hurrah!

I received a surprise phone call from Helen Wong.
“I have a tentative Big Sale order for some Electronics firm to pass on to you,” Helen said. She also added that her condo is on hold temporarily.
“Do you think I can stay with you for a few days?”
“Sure.”

I am all for Helen staying over. I can just imagine the possible meals she’d make. She is fun. She may be moving in here (temporarily) on Sunday, October 14.

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Water is the Best of All Things

A man dying his hair is a sign of sexual perversion.
-Quentin Crisp, who frequently dyed his hair
as heard in the 1975 film
'A Naked Civil Servant'

I was sent this excerpt of an article by my friend, Monty Ng, in Bangkok, Thailand in late April 2009. I thought it had some significance, so I am sharing it today:

It is popular in Japan today to drink water immediately after waking up every morning. Furthermore, scientific tests have proven its value.

For old and serious diseases as well as modern illnesses the water treatment had been found successful by a Japanese medical society as a 100% cure for the following diseases: Headache, body ache, heart system, arthritis, fast heart beat, TB, meningitis, kidney and urine diseases, vomiting, gastritis, diarrhea, piles, diabetes, constipation, all eye diseases, womb, cancer and menstrual disorders, ear nose and throat diseases.

METHOD OF TREATMENT
As you wake up in the morning before brushing teeth, drink 4 x 160ml glasses of water

Brush and clean the mouth but do not eat or drink anything for 45 minutes

After 45 minutes you may eat and drink as normal.

After 15 minutes of breakfast, lunch and dinner do not eat or drink anything for 2 hours

Those who are old or sick and are unable to drink 4 glasses of water at the beginning may commence by taking little water and gradually increase it to 4 glasses per day.

The above method of treatment will cure diseases of the sick and others can enjoy a healthy life.

The Chinese and Japanese drink hot tea with their meals, not cold water. Maybe it is time we adopt their drinking habit while eating! There is nothing to lose, everything to gain.

For those who like to drink cold water, this article is applicable to you.
It is nice to have a cup of cold drink after a meal. However, the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you have just consumed. It will slow down the digestion.

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 29, 1984
Saturday

I took my bike out for a ride to mom’s and had some Honey-Nut Cheerios. I played with Ashley for a while when Suzy Miller called. She knew if I wasn’t at my townhouse I would be at mom and dad’s house.
“Hi, I wanted to see if you wanted to go to Ole’s today,” Suzy suggested nonchalantly.
“Hmmm, sounds like a good idea.”
“I’m going with Mike,” she said, referring to her brother.
“I’m going to take a rain check because I had just finished eating.”

I left by 10:30AM on my bike en route for the Fruitvale BART station. I went to JEFCO Jewelry Store to visit Ron Shelly. I tried on a few rings. There was one that I really liked for only $500 plus. I am interested but I better be ‘for REAL’!
Ron has a fun, subtle sense of humor.
“Yeah, Ryan and I are renting a car the last week of October,” Ron said as he proceeded to display a bike pendant charm and a baby carriage charm.
“That sounds like fun,” I said.
“Yeah, but Ryan has been getting uptight. He keeps mentioning having kids together. Ryan can’t seem to get pregnant,” Ron said with a quick flash smile.

By 12:30PM I was at 2997 California Street. I rang the buzzer but Bobbie Renbarger was not at home. I was disappointed. Oh well.

I rode to a nearby liquor store to replenish with liquids. I munched on an apple and downed a 7-up soft drink. I enjoyed it at the Duboce Park that I happened to stumble upon.

Then I cycled over to Café San Marcos, thinking Bobbie Renbarger might be there. There is a little balcony overlooking the area. I was in this balcony area where I met a fellow named John who was from Santa Clara, CA.
“I’m waiting for someone from Los Gatos,” John said.
I just nodded, making harmless small talk. I had two madras cocktails and then left the joint.

I went to BUCK’s menswear, a little shop nearby. I tried on a pair of pants and saw other things that I wanted. I knew I could not afford to buy them.

I went to the liquor store again for a Hawaiian Punch. I enjoyed that at the Duboce Park. I was so thirsty.

Thereafter, I cycled over to Golden Gate Park and went around the so-called velodrome about twenty times. What a thrill ride! It started to become boring and repetitious.

I soon headed out to the Civic Center BART station. It was not long before I was back at mom’s house (five o’clock) enjoying some fresh squeezed juice and pizza.

I went to my place at around 6pm. Frank called. I agreed to pick him up at the Fruitvale BART station at around 6:30pm. He’s coming from Hayward (or HayWierd I should say).

I took a quick shower and cleaned up the place a bit. I drove to the Fruitvale BART station and there he was, standing around. I almost didn’t recognize him. I remember that he told me that Tammy Duhr had dyed her hair black. He forgot to mention that he also dyed his hair black! It was pitch black! I thought it looked horrible and I told him so.
“Well, it does wash out eventually,” Frank said with slight disappointment in his eyes.
“Well, I hope so,” I said.

Then again, maybe it will just take a while to get used to. I just hate the way he combs it back like a wannabe Mexican dude. He is Portuguese. Why does he want to portray an image of someone that he is not?

I stopped at a Convenient store for a bottle of wine and 7-Up. We drank at my house and watched a couple of situation comedies. We relaxed. I looked through my Spiegel Catalog for Christmas shopping ideas.

Michael Miller telephoned twice.
“So, when are you moving in?” I asked.
“You know, I’m all for it,” Michael said.
We didn’t talk long but it sounds like Michael Miller will be my new roommate.

“It sounds like you really care for him,” Frank said, trying to dig for information.
“I do,” I replied, “He’s sick right now. He hurt his finger on a conveyor belt at United Parcel Service recently.”

I decided to open up to Frank about some things, so I told him about Chris Cordellos not spending the night with me at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. Frank’s response could not have been better: “What a low life!”

Frank and I slept together in my bed. That’s all we did: merely slept.

The next morning:

“You moved around all night,” Frank said.
“I know, I had trouble sleeping,” I said, “I’m used to having all of the room in my entire bed and I couldn’t sprawl out all over the place.”
Frank laughed.
“It’s okay. I slept well last night.”

Frank is thinking of moving to Los Angeles in a few weeks. I wish him luck on whatever he decides to do. I just hope he lets his real hair color return. He looks so much better with the light brown hair and blond glistening highlights.

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Rough Seas

“We’re heading into a rough sea.”
“Yes, we changed our course today.”
-as heard in the 1957 film,
An Affair to Remember

Yesterday, Sunday, September 13, 2009, I read an article from the Associated Press about how ‘Italy grapples with priest sex abuse’.

The beginning of the article went something like this:

VERONA, Italy - It happened night after night, the deaf man said, sometimes in the priest’s bedroom, sometimes in the bathroom, even in the confessional.
When he was a young boy at a Catholic-run institute for the deaf, Alessandro Vantini said, priests sodomized him so relentlessly he came to feel "as if I were dead." This year, he and dozens of other former students did something highly unusual for Italy: They went public with claims they were forced to perform sex acts with priests.

I have to say that I attended Catholic School from 1966 to 1970 and I never experienced any sort of misbehavior from the priests I knew. It is sad that this does happen.

While the above story is a very serious matter I thought I would pass on a joke (about priests). Someone sent me this joke a few months back. It made me laugh 'at the time'. Who really knows’ what goes on behind closed doors?

Two priests are off to the showers late one night. They undress and
step into the showers before they realize there is no soap.

Father John says he has soap in his room and goes to get it, not bothering to dress. He grabs two bars of soap, one in each hand, and heads back to the showers.

He is halfway down the hall when he sees three nuns heading his way. Having no place to hide, he stands against the wall and freezes like he's a statue.

The nuns stop and comment on how life-like he looks.

The first nun suddenly reaches out and pulls on his manhood. Startled,
he drops a bar of soap.
"Oh look" says the first nun, "It's a soap dispenser".

To test her theory, the second nun also pulls on his manhood. Sure
enough, he drops the second bar of soap.

Now the third nun decides to have a go. She pulls once, Then twice and
three times but nothing happens. So she gives several more tugs, and then yells.
"Holy Mary, Mother of God, hand lotion, too!"

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 15, 1984
Saturday

The telephone rang a bit before 11AM. It was Suzy Miller. She told me about her visit to see her Dad in Arkansas. She even managed a short visit to Texas, too. She went on to share some news about a high-school pal, Sandy Renk.
“You won’t believe it but Sandy is marrying some guy in October who has a nine year old son. And Sandy hates the son,” she said.

Suzy and I ended up at Ole’s Waffle Shop for breakfast. We followed that with an hour at Longs Drugstore. I was trying to figure out which photo reprints I wanted. We also spent time looking and buying greeting cards.

Suzy and I went bicycling together and had a sufficient ‘cool down’ by sharing a Coca-Cola near her apartment building swimming pool.

I cruised on my bike and spent some time with ‘mom and dad’. Then I proceeded to go cycling again along South Shore beach. Once home again I got a call from Suzy Miller who wanted to see what I was up to.
“I’m tired and I’m going to take a nap,” I said. For some reason I could not tell her about my forthcoming date with Karen.
“I may go dancing with some friends from work,” I continued.
“Well, if you change your mind and want to see a movie…call me,” Suzy said.

I telephoned Karen an hour or so later. I agreed to pick her up at around 9:30PM; whereby, we would head over to The Oasis nightclub. It will be fun. I am hungry now, so I will take a quick shower and run over and raid mom’s fridge.
Again, my bicycle was good therapy and the thought of a marriage proposal to Karen (or anyone for that matter) is frightening. I mean, what if I get a positive “yes” or “I will” as an answer! I really do not know what to do. Why am I even considering marriage ideas now?

Now that Chris Cordellos has come to an end it is good for me. I am glad he is ‘just a pal’ now. The varied times we have spent will never be forgotten. After all, a lot of it is now documented.

I gathered my things and drove over to San Francisco to pick up Karen. We danced at The Oasis. I saw that Richard guy from yesterday, too. I guess he’s a ‘regular’ at this place. While I was standing with Karen some guy came over to ask Karen to dance. Luckily, she said, “No, Thank you.” She did not make me look like a complete fool.

We left The Oasis for Hippo’s Burgers at 1AM. We laughed aloud together about the ‘Hamburger Sundae’ that we saw on the menu. She insisted on paying for the meal. I took her home and we kissed ‘goodnight’.

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Colony Collapse Disorder

He adored her for what seemed to him the elegance of her diction, her apparent sophistication, and the refinement indicated by the languid manner with which she used her handkerchief to dust off her fingers after using chalk at the blackboard.
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"

PHOTO: Billboard Model photo
taken in Zurich, Switzerland
on
September 1, 2004

There was a screening of a documentary film in Los Angeles on July 24, 2009 that I missed out on seeing. One cannot do it ‘all’, after all.

The documentary is called ‘The Vanishing of the Bees’ and it explores the disappearance of the honeybee and its implications for humankind. It was still in production in late July 2009.

The documented story intrigued me. It seems that increasing numbers of honeybees are defying instinct and abandoning their hives, their young, and even their queen. It is a phenomenon known as Colony Collapse Disorder.

It’s kind of a scary sort of revolt. It sounds like human-beings have historically done this before. I want to see it. I just signed up to be notified of its release at this website:
http://www.vanishingbees.com/
Join me in signing on. We may both learn something new.

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 14, 1984
Friday

At 8:50AM the telephone rang. Surprisingly, it was Chris Cordellos.
“I called you yesterday and wanted to see you to go out,” Chris said.
“Oh well, I guess you called when I decided to go out,” I replied as I suddenly heard him give me the ILY line (I Love You).
Chris followed his ILY line with, “The last thing I wanted was to hurt you.”
“It’s a little late for that,” I answered.

It seems Chris is trying to redeem himself as a good man. He has good intentions sometimes. I wish I could consistently be angry with him, but it's hard.
“Thank you so much for the LA trip,” Chris added sincerely.
“I still can’t believe we slept on the beach and in a car. I think we’ll remember that for a long time to come.”
“Yeah that was so funny...you know, I called your mom’s house and no one was there.”
“That’s odd. I was there with her but we may have been fiddling with that new label maker in the backyard when you called.”
“Oh, well, I will call you when I return to Arcata.”
I think I want (and need) to write to him. I may have a few more words to get out of my system.

I telephoned mom and invited her to go to MACY’s. I also wrote letters to Jim, Maria, Sherri and Chris.

From what mom told me, John and Sherri are splitting up. Sherri received an offer of a management position at a boutique clothing store. It is the headquarters for Pic-A-Dilly in Fremont, CA. She is planning on an apartment alone with Ashley. It’s sad. I may not see my niece as often as I’d like.

I went cycling for about forty minutes. I gurgled down a Sprite at mom’s house to hydrate.

By 6:30PM I got lucky with a call from Karen (of England), the girl from last night.
“I was ill today and would rather see a flick or simply visit a pub tonight. Is that okay with you?” Karen asked.
“Sure, sounds fine.”

I got ready real quick and ate a couple of slices of pizza at moms’ house.

Karen and I decided to see the films “All Of Me” and “The Neverending Story” at the San Francisco Regency II. We followed the movies with the Fairmont Hotel (just to use the lavatory facilities). We ended up finding ourselves upstairs having a drink in the revolving 'City View' Tower Restaurant. I enjoyed a pina colada and she ordered an orange juice with champagne. It was fun. Some lady took our picture, too. Maybe we reminded her of herself on a similar date from years ago.

Karen is twenty-one, a Leo, and was born on August 4th, I believe. She is blond, blue-eyed and has nice curves. She was born the year of the Rabbit. I wonder if that means she’s “Hopping Mad” or “Fast on the Trail”. We exchanged a joyous kiss by evenings end. I loved when she uttered these words in her classic British way:
“I better go before I change my mind.”

Believe it or not this ‘Karen Kiss’ I cannot seem to forget (even when I ponder a comparison to the Jim Koran kiss). Karen is one attractive young lady. We had a terrific time. We plan on going out again tomorrow night. It will be another dancing visit to The Oasis. Tomorrow night ought to be FUN.

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In The Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening

Michael was torn between ecstasy and torment, delight and frustration.
He had never had so much, and he had never wanted more so badly.
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"

Do you sometimes wonder where you have been when you miss things as life goes by? I have been listening to a cool CD (What a Girl Needs) and there is a song by Rosemary Clooney called “In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening”.

I did some soul searching for more of Rosemary Clooney and never realized what a “Babe” she was in her heyday. I loved this video montage of her singing ’50 Ways to Leave Your Lover”.
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=rosemary+clooney+videos&qs=AS&docid=977720901745&mid=54FFEBC5352D2885991254FFEBC5352D28859912&FORM=VIVR18#

My new mission this month is to listen to more of Rosemary. If I ever meet George Clooney we’ll have a lot of tunes to talk about.

Twenty-five years ago today:

August 11, 1984,
Saturday

At 10:15AM Suzy Miller called and we went on our typical breakfast outing to Ole’s Waffle Shop on Park Street. Sue was sweet enough to treat me, too. Hurrah! We saw an overweight former high school classmate who was always known as a jock-type (Bob McLaughlin). Sue exchanged a brief hello and chatter with him but I did not know him very well.
After seeing his weight gain status I thought to myself, “You better keep doing those jump ropes, Michael!”

After breakfast, Sue told me that Michael (her brother) had sprained his foot playing volleyball.

We went to the Alameda Sporting Goods shop and then stopped by her mom’s house on Alameda Avenue. Michael Miller was there and he showed me pictures from Renee’s wedding. He showed me a nice picture he took of me and Chris Cordellos in my convertible, too. I laughed because it made me think of that stupid show from the late 1950’s that is on reruns now (77 Sunset Strip).

I was supposed to go to that party with Bruce (with all of the good-looking models prancing around) but I had not been home. Michael Miller was feeling kind of ‘down’ from his sprained foot, so I decided I would spend the day with him.

Michael and I went to Longs Drug Store for film and then to my mom’s to take 3-month old pictures of Ashley Marie Armijo. Michael is a really good with his camera. We stayed at moms’ for quite a while. Michael Miller and my Dad were having a good conversation.

PHOTO: August 11, 1984-Michael Miller on crutches with
some unknown SF woman who had crutches, too.

We left by 3:30PM or so and decided to go to The City and take pictures. It’s too bad Michael was on crutches. We had a good time anyway. We met Andrea and some other ‘interior design’ chick from Michigan who thought she was ‘hot shit’. All in all it was an eventful day of experience in the City by the Bay. If I wasn’t with Mike I would have missed a lot. He sees things I do not see when I have my camera. I will have good photographs to remember today.

Michael and I got back to Alameda at 10:30PM or so and looked at more photos and watched “Creature Features”.

I persuaded Michael into spending the night at my pad. He slept with me in my bed and it was overwhelmingly tempting and ‘frustrating’. I made no real moves beyond touching his arm and such. I know he has ‘questionable’ thoughts now.

PHOTO: August 11, 1984, A photograph of me (Michael J Armijo)
taken by Michael G Miller at Embracadero Center, San Francisco

I wonder if we will ever be in that same predicament again. He slept with his clothes on and claims to have seen it as though we were ‘camping out’.

He woke up early and went downstairs to watch cartoons while I rolled over and remained in bed. I wondered how horny he was after the White Russian cocktail I talked him into at the Scott’s Carriage House in San Francisco. Maybe I am the only one that gets that way with White Russians.

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Life Changes on a Dime

He paced up and down on the porch,
feeling hot and restless,
running nervous fingers through his hair.
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path

Who coined that phrase ‘Life Changes On a Dime’? It really is a true point in thought.

On July 30, 2009 my cell phone rang at around 2:30PM and it was Bob Lewis. Who is Bob Lewis? Well, he is the father of my sister-in-law, Sherri Lewis-Armijo. When one gets a phone call from someone who does not call very often it is usually a cause for concern.

Bob called to inform me that Sherri (my sister-in-law) was in a four car pile-up accident on July 29, 2009. She was the only one to get hurt, breaking both of her forearms. She was in surgery from 6PM until 2AM.

The next morning (July 31, 2009) I updated my Face Book status to this:

Michael J Armijo is upset & sad after learning yesterday that my sis-in-law (Sherri) was in a 4-car pile-up accident. She was the only one hurt: broke both forearms & was in surgery from 6pm till 2am on Wednesday!!! ;(

I received an overwhelming response for her ‘getting well soon’.
That evening I received this heartwarming email from my niece, Holly Alyssa Armijo, who wrote:

PHOTO: Holly A Armijo,
April 2009

Hey Uncle Mike,

I’m not sure if you heard yet, but my mom got in a really bad car accident yesterday morning. It was a chain reaction and my mom was the 4th and last car.

There was nobody in the car with her but she was the only one that got hurt. She broke both of her arms from her elbow to her wrists (her forearms). She broke pretty much all the bones in her forearm and in more than one place. I’m not sure about the numbers but I know her right arm had about 6-8 breaks. Her left arm had about 4 breaks.

She was in surgery all last night because they are putting metal plates or whatever they are called in her arms. Depending on how she is feeling they may release her tonight...or hold her for a couple of days.

There is no permanent damage and she will be OK. She really is a strong woman and I know she can pull through this, even though she won’t be able to use her arms for a while and will need a lot of assistance.

Sorry to put a damper on your day. I love you very much.

-Holly

PHOTO: Ilene R Kaplan,
January 2009
One dear family friend (Ilene Rosenzweig-Kaplan) had emailed me that she and her husband were just talking about how ‘Life can change on a dime’.

It is a reminder to us all that when things like this happen we must treasure our time here. We are so thankful that this accident was not fatal as so many can be. Shower the people you love with love.
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=shower+the+people+lyrics&docid=987654783117&mid=4CF802460ECF2FE640DC4CF802460ECF2FE640DC&FORM=VIVR#


Twenty-five years ago today:

August 10, 1984
Friday

I did my usual exercises in the morning (fifty arm curls, fifty push-ups, one-hundred and a half sit-ups and one-hundred jump ropes). It was not too exciting to know that Linda Nannizzi had called in sick. I would not be seeing her at the BART station. Oh well…

Training was a long, dull, trying day as we learned about Directory listings. Peggy (one of the instructors) keeps teasing me. I get even with her though. I think I am her ‘pet’ in class.
After work I walked to the Embarcadero area and waited until Ron Shelly showed up with Jim (the fat Mexican that French-kissed Karyn on her Birthday without her consent). Ron gave me my repaired bicycle pendant. Ron and I had a good talk about relationships and ‘the like’. While we were seated Ron unexpectedly grabbed my leg.
“You have nice legs,” Ron said.
I did not bother to say ‘most bikers do’.

Later that evening (and after a few drinks) Ryan grabbed my rear end while my back was turned. It was obvious that it was him.

Karyn was being her usually bubbly, friendly and ‘touchy’ self. I had finished about three Long-Island Iced-Teas.

Ryan and I went downstairs and I snorted a little coke (cocaine) from his key. This was very unlike me but I was feeling adventurous. Later, Ryan, Ron and Maurice went to Maurice’s mom’s car for some additional coke snorting (not me).

And then, even later that evening Ron and I went into some bathroom to snort another line. I thought it was really nice of ‘Ron and Ryan’ to want to share their lines of coke with me. I, especially, like Ron. We talked again about being Gemini’s, and the topics of love and lust. Ron complements so nicely, too.
“You’re good-looking,” Ron said.
He is being too nice. I have to be honest and truthful here. Everyone likes to hear nice things about oneself from someone new every once in a while.

PHOTO: Gemini image ceramics
I painted the brunette while my mother painted the blond during one rainy day in Alameda, California 'way back when'.

We all ended up dancing at Barnaby’s until about 11:30PM. We followed the wild atmosphere by going to a quiet bar.

The new destination was the downstairs lobby of the Hotel Miramar on Market Street (a tacky Hotel bar if you ask me).
Karyn, Tom Kidwell, ‘Ron and Ryan’ and I moved on to ‘Ron and Ryan’s’ apartment and we all spent the night there!

“If you get stood up I’ll leave with you to some other bars,” Ron told me.
I laughed and continued to think of him as very ‘cool’.

Karyn and I slept together on a very uncomfortable box spring. It was twenty-something amusement. It was cool. We woke up at 8AM. Ron had to go to work. Karyn drove me to the BART station. I drove Tom Kidwell home (he lives in Alameda, too). Tom said he went out with Renee Miller and knows Don Cotton (Suzy’s infatuation and ex-boyfriend), too. Tom said he had just attended Don’s wedding. It’s a small world after all.

I was just relieved that my car was untouched after being at the Fruitvale BART station parking lot all night.

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Intoxicating Moments

We're quiet people.
As a general rule extraordinary things do not happen to us,
and we are not the type to go looking for them.
-Morag Joss
"Half Broken Things"

On the night of May 28, 2009, I remember being a bit ‘tipsy’ from the luscious wine after a wonderful dinner in San Sebastian, Spain at a most fantastic restaurant called AKELARE. I will write more about AKELARE in tomorrows’ blog.

Today, I just want to concentrate on the silly tune I heard while in the taxicab back to our Hotel Maria Cristina. I had never heard it before and it just made me laugh. It’s called “Cincinnati Dancing Pig”.

Imagine being a tad drunk and hearing this tune. It was like I was transported to a farm and hearing authentic pig sounds. It was quite funny to me at the time. I love the song even more now because it takes me back to that lovely night and the taxicab back to the beach side Hotel in Spain. Have you ever heard it before? It’s from 1950 by some chap named Red Foley but I believe Tennessee Ernie Ford has done his own rendition of it:
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=cincinatti+dancing+pig&docid=1136696820254&mid=EF6EFC3D0994AB7AFEE6EF6EFC3D0994AB7AFEE6&FORM=VIVR16#

Sing-A-Long…here are the lyrics to 'Cincinatti Dancing Pig':

Cincinnati dancing pig
He's the barnyard mister big
Cincinnati dancing pig
with his riggedy, jiggedy, jiggedy, jiggedy jig-a-jig-jig!

Children yell and clap and sing
When he does his buck and wing,
Cincinnati dancing pig
with his riggedy, jiggedy, jiggedy, jiggedy jig-a-jig-jig!

Dancing bears and kangaroos
have a lot on the ball,
but until you dig that remarkable pig
You ain't seen nothin' at all!

From Duluth to Birmingham
He's the pork chop Dapper Dan,
He's the keenest ham what am,
Cincinnati dancing pig
with his riggedy jiggedy jig-jig-jig!


Twenty-five years ago today:

August 3, 1984
Friday

I surprisingly received complements galore about my simple white shirt and tie with gray and black colors today. I accompanied Bobbie Renbarger to Emporium when some strange guy came up to me and said, “Hey, I like your tie, where did you get it?”
At first I thought he was just openly ‘coming on to me’. I couldn’t be sure.

Bobbie finished up with her cosmetic purchase and we left. We ate our lunch outside on this beautiful San Francisco day.

I met Karyn Kossoff after work at Third & Folsom. We decided to skedaddle over to “The Cadillac Bar” for two vodka gimlets. Time passed and we had about three White Russians at a place called “Raggs”. We finally figured out (by the third White Russian) that our waitress must be a transsexual (or transvestite). We kept on with our ‘Pebbles and Bamm Bamm’ laughter, getting to know one another better. It was so much fun.

PHOTO: A transvestite sighting I
saw in NYC on May 19, 2009
They've come a long way...
Karyn and I moved on to a place called “Barnaby’s” where our co-worker, Ryan Hargrave, happened to be. Ryan was nice enough to buy our first round of drinks. He is way too cool. I like him (despite his sexual preference). Besides, if I were drunk enough...Ryan and I could...?

It was a surprise to see Helen (not Helen Wong—another Helen) with Carol (at the bar).
“I want to be sure and dance with you,” said Helen, looking straight at me.
I smiled as she fought to not slur her words.

Instead, Karyn and I went out on the dance floor (after we were half-way through our Long Island Iced-Teas). Eventually, we went outside to ‘cool off’. When we went back inside both Ryan and Helen had vanished. Oh well…such is life.

It was clear that both Karyn and I were somewhat “wasted” by the end of the night. We ended up getting lost until we finally found the BART station. Karyn is quite touchy feely (and I quite like it).
“I notice how sometimes you pull away,” Karyn remarked.
Well, she is right. She is too touchy! I like it—then again, I don’t because I am not sure that she is ‘the one’.

I got the impression that she was proposing the idea of coming with me via BART to my Fruitvale Station stop, etcetera. Perhaps it is my imagination. Does she just want to f—-k with me? I cannot do it with her even if I did go with the flow. It does not feel like the right time for it...yet. Shit. Oh well, she was as drunk as I was…and as I am writing this at this very moment.

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Food for your Brain

“Your mind is a powerful tool. Protect it.”
-as heard while watching
KYLE-XY, Season II

First, it’s important to remember that Water makes up 83% of the blood and acts as a transport system, delivering nutrients to the brain and eliminating toxins. Your brain needs to be fully hydrated so that the circuitry works well and it functions at optimum levels. Water is essential for concentration and mental alertness. Dehydration can cause a headache, and can lead to long-term neuronal damage sustained from elevated stress hormones.

Virginia Woolf, the English novelist and essayist said, "One cannot think well, love well or sleep well if one has not dined well."

A complete and balanced diet is sound advice, but some specific types of food are especially good for brain health. Besides ‘water’ here are four of the best choice BRAIN foods:

Fish: The original “brain food” contains lots of omega-3 fatty acids and fish oils, especially cold water fish like salmon and cod. Omega-3s are beneficial in a number of ways, including promoting neuronal growth, improved cholesterol, and fortification of myelin sheaths which facilitate communication between neurons.

Vegetables: This is a great source of antioxidants, which may reduce the risk of developing cognitive impairment by diminishing oxidative stress. Spinach, Brussels sprouts, broccoli, and cauliflower are among the top candidates.

Fruits: Like vegetables, fruits are rich in antioxidants. However, fruit tastes better. Some of your healthiest options are blueberries, blackberries, cranberries, strawberries, raspberries, plums, avocados, oranges, red grapes, red bell peppers, cherries and kiwis. Read more about the amazing benefits of BLUEBERRIES:
http://www.blueberry.org/health.htm

Dark Chocolate: Last (and arguably least beneficial) is cocoa beans, which contain the flavanol epicatechin and antioxidants. Dark chocolate is best, and avoid candy bars with lots of added sugars. Also, recent research suggests that chocolate can improve memory.

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 17,1984
Tuesday

I went to a fashion show today in San Francisco (with Barbara Reynolds). There were all sorts of radical things going on at lunchtime near the Moscone Center. It was too wild for me. The fashion show was fun to watch. Once again, Barbara and I could not help but take an extended lunch.

Once I arrived home I did my bike routine from 6PM to 7:15PM.

I had fun making up my bed with my new sheets and comforter, too. I telephoned Sherri and she asked me to come over.
“John is putting up our new fan lamp and maybe you can help,” Sherri said.
“Sure, I’ll be right over,” I replied happily as the good samaratin neighbor and brother.
I stayed there a good while and decided to go to mom’s house to see what was in the fridge. As I was on my way to mom’s I noticed some young, mysterious preppy chap who rode by me on his bike. It’s still a mystery. Or is it just a fantasy and reality mix?

I do like Karyn Kossoff’s smile. It turns me on.
I am home now and I have the urge to ‘jump rope’ to QUAKE tunes, so that’s what I will do. I love jumping rope to songs like Joy Division (Love Will Tear Us Apart)
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=love+will+tear+us+apart&qs=n&docid=1019245035843&mid=FA678456E9349FC712EDFA678456E9349FC712ED&FORM=VIVR6#
and
The Cure (Boys Don’t Cry).
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=boys+don%27t+cry%2C+the+cure&qs=n&docid=803309944982&mid=C0792C9BC9B8A76C8E93C0792C9BC9B8A76C8E93&FORM=VIVR6#
PHOTO: The Cure, 1984

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Passion and Momentum

In LIFE everybody gets labeled.
People try to tell us who we’re meant to be.
-as heard while watching
KYLE-XY, Season 2

On June 28, 2009 Alan and I accompanied dear friends, A.T. Nguyen and Amy Margolis, to Jacob’s Pillow Dance in Becket, Massachusetts. I have to give an honorable mention for the talented Spanish dancers that I saw on this day. The show was Mujeres: Belen Maya & Rocio Molina.
Here is a brief glimpse of the show (that someone managed to scoop via YouTube):
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=rocio+molina&docid=647588020989&mid=27AB7D023E6BB1C0A91727AB7D023E6BB1C0A917&FORM=VIVR31
After the show the two words that rang through my mind were 'Passion and Momentum'. Boy, they really felt the rhythm. I did, too. It must be in my Spanish blood.
Belen Maya is the daughter of two great flamenco artists (Carmen Mora and Mario Maya). Maya studied at the School of the Spanish National Ballet and later relocated to Seville in order to focus on flamenco. She was invited by Carols Saura to represent the new generation of flamenco in the 1995 film, FLAMENCO. She is one of the best.

Rocio Molina is considered the most important bailaora coming out of Malaga, Spain in decades. She was born in Malaga in 1984 and she started dancing at the age of three. Her drive and passion is so apparent when she takes on the floor ‘solo’. She is one remarkable dancer!

I feel lucky to have spent a little over an hour watching these two Spanish dancers ‘go at it’.

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 9, 1984
Monday

I decided to wear the blue-gray sport jacket that Chris bought for me from the Arcata Thrift Shop to my first day at work in San Francisco. It was a great day but a lot of those guys at the BSC (Business Service Center) give me the creeps. The “vibes” are unreal (if you know what I mean: too gay). There were a few cute gals, too. It seems like a fun business environment. The youthful vibes and the friendliness of my new coworkers make it that way.

I know I don’t want to get into any of their openly gay ways. I don’t even want to ever visit a gay bar or whatever in the Bay Area now. Who knows who I could run into! I don’t know but I’m really not into their scene. Dennis Reno, a cohort from Alameda High School, was there and he was very nice.

Our training is delayed until possibly July 23rd, so I get to observe and ‘pretty much’ have a sort of vacation time for the next couple of weeks (even if I do have to show up for work). I do have AX (Absent without pay) time on Friday. Horrah! I plan to go out with mom since she’s on vacation. Then I plan to go on a good bike ride all day long (until 8:30PM). Then I’ll probably crash for a good nights’ sleep.

I had a good time at work. I spent a lot of time sitting in and observing Rene Narducci and Karen, Bob and Kevin (all very nice people).

After work I went cycling until 7:30PM to release any anxieties I might have taken in after my new day. Mom came by to fold clothes. I accompanied her to Safeway. Dad came along and he took forever. I really think he likes to ‘hang out’ at the grocery store. I ate hot dogs at mom and dad’s and then I returned home to my pad.

I telephoned Danny Garcia from work today (during break time). He was at work but I spoke to Mary, his roommate, for a short while and ‘that was that’. I really think I only want to be Danny’s pal. I miss CMC (Christopher M. Cordellos) especially after yesterday.

I definitely have the last week in December (before Christmas) and those four days in October free from work. However, the last week in August is “iffy” now. The first week in September will be just as good a time to be off from work anyway.

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Afternoon Delight

"Every one had something to do and some place to be."
-as heard on the TV show,
KYLE XY, Season I

I am back from my European Birthday escape. It amazes me how much there is to do when you return home. Phew! And so many new stories to share...

I came home to a delightful email from my dear friend, Brenda Timmons, that inspired me. It was as simple as the lyrics to a song (Afternoon Delight):
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=afternoon%20delight&docid=681080848504&mid=5D37DD0AA0817BC966FD5D37DD0AA0817BC966FD&FORM=VIVR17

Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
gonna grab some afternoon delight.
My motto's always been; when it's right, it's right.
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.
When everything's a little clearer in the light of day.
And you know the night is always gonna be there any way.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
looking forward to a little afternoon delight.
Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite
and the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Started out this morning feeling so polite
I always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn't bite
But you've got some bait a waitin' and I think I might try nibbling
a little afternoon delight.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Please be waiting for me baby when I come around.
We could make a lot of lovin' 'for the sun goes down.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.


Twenty-five years ago today:

June 9, 1984,
Saturday

I woke up and went to see my niece, Ashley. I also delivered John his birthday gift (two shirts). Ashley is getting bigger each day. She’s a cutie pie.

I telephoned Suzy Miller and suggested she accompany me to Steve’s BBQ but I never got a definite reply back from her.

When I telephoned Chris Cordellos he said, “I can come over.”
And so, when I returned from John’s house Chris had arrived. We decided to go to Ole’s Waffle Shop on Park Street in Central Alameda. We happened to bump into Renee Miller, Suzy Miller and Ron. We ended up joining them at their table. It was fun.

I learned the big scoop on Renee’s wedding date. It will be on August 4th. We always have a great meal at Ole’s. It was hilarious as we started talking about the ‘Gremlins’ movie and Renee’s possible future divorce.

PHOTO: Gremlins, 1984

Chris and I eventually left Ole’s for the Alameda Flea Market. I bought an hour glass brass item and lotion while at the Flea Market. I freaked out when a fifteen year old black girl pinched my ass, too! That was crazy! We were so tired from walking all around there that we ended up going for an Orange Julius at the South Shore Shopping Center.

I bought two new ties (for work) at the World of Pants. I am obsessed with ties lately.

Chris and I went to Steve’s BBQ. Michael Miller joined us for a while. He left early to go to Merritt Hospital to see his mother.

Chris was bummed out about his forthcoming drive to Eureka. I suggested he take a flight instead. I ended up going with him to Concord. He needed to gather his things. Then we got in my car in Alameda and I drove him to the San Francisco Airport.


The Hagen Daz liqueur I had at the airport was delicious. Chris left rather abruptly after that ‘last call’ announcement for his flight. Eventually I simply drove back home and hung out with ma & pa. I hit the sack by 11pm.

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The Future Is One's Past

It is scary to discover that one's future is also one's past.
The anticipation of a world is inevitably the myth of an eternal return.
-Jules Verne
"Paris in the Twentieth Century"
(The Lost Novel)

Michael, 'The Gemini'
At 11:59pm Pacific Time I was born fifty years ago today (May 26th) in Oakland, California. I celebrate my 'New 30' in Barcelona, Spain. Viva Espana!

Twenty-five years ago today:

May 26, 1984
Saturday

What a way to start my Birthday morning!
Chris’ lower back was ‘killing him’. He couldn’t take it and I didn’t know what to do. The pain eventually subsided and we managed to have a great morning. We showered and then headed for Carmel.

We ate at a nice outdoor restaurant after I bought a cool, new pair of shoes. The shopping could not be helped among all of the neat little shops.

It looked like the weather was going to be nice but it remained gloomy so we decided to head for the Santa Cruz-Los Gatos area.

We found our way to Seacliff Beach in Aptos, CA. We enjoyed the ‘walk & talk’ as we checked out this entirely new beach, feeling the warm sun along the way. We had fun joking around about the nice bods, the grody bods and the great lookin’ asses and vice versa. It made me laugh hearing Chris talk so spontaneously and directly. There was no jealousy involved either. It was just plain summer fun and goofing off.

PHOTO: by LaWanda Wilson-Cornmesser

We were soon in Los Gatos, CA where we had ice-cream at Swensons. The traffic was hectic for a good while but I had my share of cool, alternative tunes to help pass the time.

Before long we were back in Alameda. Chris fled to Concord to change clothes and shower. Chris returned about two hours later and we ventured over to San Francisco’s Top of the Mark to see the wonderful City Lights view on my 25th Birthday.

I was feeling tired after the long day. We left the Top of the Mark and walked (regretfully) to Polk Street and walked into a 24 hour restaurant called GRUBSTEAK. It was a drastic change from the Top of the Mark clientele. We left as Chris started to feel tired, too.

I had to drive home with Chris dozin’ off. He was not in the mood for ‘anything’. So I remained silent listening to mellow tunes. When we arrived home Chris fell asleep in his car and I went inside to sleep in the house. He didn’t want to come in, so I left. I guess he left after his nap (or maybe after a scary dream of me or some other face knocking on his window).

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Random Clustering

Statisticians call this kind of thing random clustering,
a useful way of denying its significance.
-William Golding
"Lord of the Flies"


Twenty-five years ago today:

May 24, 1984
Thursday

It was a swift day at work. Chris came over to Downtown Oakland to meet me for lunch. We ate at Monica’s and then managed some time to browse at I.Magnin and The Emporium. Once again we were unwilling to depart from one another but we did.

After work I drove up to Concord and we hung out there for a while. Boredom set in and we decided to go to ‘The Stud’ in The City. Chris liked it there—but then again—he freaked (as I did) over the atmosphere in this popular gay bar. It did not have the type of studs that I imagined in my mind. It was a mere pick-up joint and we both had those shaky suburban vibes of ‘don’t leave me here standing alone’.

After ‘The Stud’ experience I was in no mood to drive all the way out to Concord. So I drove to Alameda.
“I could spend the night,” Chris suggested.
I didn’t feel comfortable having him stay at the house with ‘my mom and dad’. There was no way.
We mutually decided to go to the DAYS INN on Hegenberger Road, near the Oakland Airport. It was fun and strange. There was some cop named B.J. who followed us. Chris dopily invited him into our room! He was nice and it seemed pretty safe given that he was an officer of the law. However, he was one hell of a geeky looking goon.
“Yeah, it’s my birthday on Saturday and we’re on our way to Carmel-by-the Sea,” I said to B.J., the cop.
“Or we might go L.A. or bust. We’re from Eureka,” Chris interjected.
This B.J. cop finally left but he returned to give us two and a half doobies (joints) ! Unbelievable!

Chris and I continued with a few puffs, laughing hysterically. We tried to sleep. We enjoyed ‘ourselves’.

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An Allergy Answer

"I believe a person can go back and change what has already happened."
-David Selby in character
as 'Quentin Collins'
Dark Shadows-episode 1133

On Tuesday I was subjected to heavy winds and the many Spring Time pollens blowing in the air. It didn't agree with me. Allergies kicked in and I had a flight to New York. It was a miserable flight of sniffling, nose blowing and restroom visiting. My right inner ear was clogged with mucus from the allergies. I was expecting my ear to "pop" from within so I could hear. This led to an uncomfortable first night in New York City.

The next day, April 16th (yesterday) I took an afternoon walk with Alan to KING's PHARMACY and discovered ZYRTEC-D. They are extended release tablets used for allergy and congestion. It really helped.

I capped off the first tablet with a most delicious vegetable soup with chicken broth at the new BOULEY Bakery in Tribeca. The nap a few hours later helped, too.

I would do a 'believe in it' testimontial for ZYRTEC-D. I can hear out of my right ear again. I am feeling better. Have empathy for those who are not feeling good.

Twenty-five years ago today:

April 17, 1984, Tuesday

I decided to get "spiffed up" today, wearing my best tie and slacks to work. I was excited about Barb and Chris taking the time to meet me in Downtown Oakland for lunch. I was especially happy because I was given AX time (Excused Absence Without Pay Time) right after lunch, too.

We ate at "Monica's" for lunch and took BART into San Francisco. Chris and I went one way and Barb was to meet us at a central point on Powell Street at 3:30PM.

Chris bought some 'soap' (what an odd purchase). I bought some black pillows (what an odd purchase). We stopped at A&W for a nibble and talked about how good we are together.
"You know, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," Chris shared, "we are just such a plus."

Chris and I chose the MACY's furniture department displays to go lounge on. The way Chris talks it's as if his folks are very wealthy. Perhaps I am wrong. All I know is that I like Chris a lot.

We met Barb as planned, taking BART back to Downtown Oakland. We all gathered to my parking lot and I drove to San Leandro to the MACY's Clearance Place. I bought a jacket and a shirt. I also bought Chris a jacket that was regularly priced at $70for $17.50. I'm such a 'big spender'. He was so happy.

We went to The Red Robin at the Bay Fair Shopping Center for a 'Cookie Magic' drink. It was delicious. We continued to browse at the regular MACY's at the Center until we decided to end our day. I had to drive Chris and Barb back to their car in Downtown Oakland. We bid farewell and departed-until further notice. We had a good time but I was tired to say the least.

When I arrived home I looked through my developed pictures that arrived in the mail. There were 'ok' except for one set of pictures that belonged to 'God Knows Who'.

I am simply happy about how things have worked out and are continuing to work out. I trust it can only get better. Chris seems to think Barb is jealous because he has a friend like me.
"You're 'together' and 'good lookin' and she has no boyfriend," Chris had said.
I guess she could be envious. I think Barb likes me, but I'm all for Chris.

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Improve Your Posture

Before even trying to find out why I'm feeling uncomfortable, I try to change my posture, to make it more elegant.

When I draw myself up again, I realize that this simple movement has helped me to feel more confident about what I'm doing.

Human beings should be elegant in their actions and their posture, because the word is synonymous with good taste, graciousness, balance and harmony.
-Paulo Coelho
'Like The Flowing River'

Twenty-five years ago today:

April 14, 1984
Saturday

I awoke on this Saturday morning at 10AM when I heard my brothers, Tony and John, enter the house. I chatted with them for a while and then went for a refreshing bicycle ride from 11:30AM until 2:30PM. I was wearing one of my new International Male tank tops and ended up with a 'tank top' sunburn. I hate that! I tried to even it out by lying on the beach shirtless. It did not help much.

Chris Cordellos telephoned me at around 2PM while I was still on my Saturday bicycling adventure. I called back at his mothers' house in Concord, assuming he had arrived in the Bay Area.
His mother responded surprisingly. "As far as I know he is still in Eureka."

Time passed slowly. Chris finally called again at 6:30PM. He suggested we 'go out' tonight. Chris explained that he was not going to dinner with Barb or his folks.

And so, I eventually found myself at The Kabuki Night Club in San Francisco where I met Barb and Chris. It was crowded there and we ended up at the I-BEAM. We had a pretty good time. The night flew by.

I remember a 'French dude' got busted outside of the club, adding to the excitement.
I remember a 'Black dude' who started rapping with us during the bust.
The guy was saying, "Yeah, I just got outta jail and the cops gave me a joint."
We laughed silently.
We fed our food cravings at a local Sub-sandwich shop. I soon departed for Alameda. Chris and Barbara departed for Concord.

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Suspicious Love

"Do you regret our love? I must know."
"Why do they ask? she thought. Do they ask the sun if it regrets the light?
"No, I do not," she answered tenderly. "I only regret that we must part today."
"Must it be today?"
"Today is easier than tomorrow," she replied.
He did not deny the truth.
-Bette Bao Lord
in her book,
"Spring Moon"

A song by Camouflage comes to mind today. They are a German synthpop and dance music trio. They performed this tune in 1993 that I really love. Listen!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=djlrWtIRxXs

'Suspicious Love' Lyrics

Try to tell me something,
Try to tell me how it feels,
Build it up to beat it down again,
All the things you're hiding,
All the games you play with me,
Build it up to beat it down again.
Suspicious love,
Froze my natural laugh,
And I need to change,
But something keeps me here.
I feel I know,
I won't let it grow,
And I need to change,
But something keeps me here,
I refuse to crawl.
Got to tell you something,
Got to tell you how it feels,
Once built up and beaten down again.
Promises once spoken,
All the warmth you gave to me
Leave me always somehow inbetween...
I'd like to see you crawling.

Twenty-five years ago today:

March 15, 1984, Thursday

First of all, Paloma had intended on having lunch with me and she "faced" me once again! Why? She had to work.
"Could we go out tonight instead of on Friday night because I have something to do?" Paloma asked.
Who knows what she has to do? Perhaps she made another date!
"Sure," I said, feeling quite curious, "I'll call you this evening."

Paloma called me as soon as I arrived home from work. To my amazement I heard the most odd story from her. Then again, I did implore her to tell me because it was clear she had something on her mind. And so she did.
"I am too passionate in feelings," she began with her cute French/English accent.
I listened intently.
"I am starting to love another guy very much that I met at a party in Berkeley."
Believe me, I was hurt during this process. I didn't hide my feelings and I let her know it. What nerve of her to tell me this.

I thought we were on the brink of something special. Apparently we were not.
"I am looking for real love," she said.
I guess I am too--but love is something that grows over time. This is what I believe.

She is a done for 'wench' as far as I'm concerned!
"I am going to my exercise class now and I will call you at 8:45," Paloma continued, "so I can talk to you some more."
She pointed out clearly how she really wished to talk more.

I, of course, had to go off into the sunset on my bicycle for exhilarating relief while she was off to her exercise class in the City. It was funny because I almost thought she referred to this "guy" as a "she". I thought she was going to spill her guts out about being bisexual (which--in turn--one could say is my very own inner truth).

That evening I drove to my Dad's for a bite to eat. I think there were other reasons I wanted to be away. I didn't want to be home for Paloma's telephone call. I needed time. I decided to drive into the City myself. I went to visit some bar called 'The Stud' that I had heard about. I went to 'The Stud' and arrived early, so it was boring. There were hardly any people there. I did have three vodka gimlets at $1.05 each. Some 'tub of lard' from San Mateo started talking to me. Another fellow who worked at the establishment gave me a handful of "hellos". I seemed to get my fair share of looks as the time ticked on. I couldn't take the vibes there anymore. I left for Alameda. I took a shower when I got home and slept on my 'frustrations'.

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Blue Velvet

I was in the middle of my gym workout yesterday and I thought of a song that I love called "Blue Velvet", so I wanted to share the tune today. I always recall the imagery of Isabella Rossellini singing it in the 1986 film of the same name (Blue Velvet).
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I met Isabella Rosellini on May 7, 2006 at the Tribeca Film Festival. She was promoting the works of her father, the Italian director Roberto Rosellini. She didn't look as glamorous but I loved meeting Isabella as her normal everyday self.
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I mean she is the daughter of Swedish actress Ingrid Bergman...after all! I saw Isabella another time in New York City about a year ago. She was alone on 42nd Street and no one recognized her. I adored that she could go out and just be a 'regular person' on the streets of New York. She went inside a theater to buy a solo ticket to see the Broadway production of "Mary Poppins".

The photo illustration above was taken at night during a walk in New York City. The lighting was perfect and I accented the BLUE. I spotted it within a display window on the night of October 29, 2008 and it makes me think of the Blue Velvet song.

BLUE VELVET (lyrics)

She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet was the night
Softer than satin was the light
From the stars
She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet were her eyes
Warmer than May her tender sighs
Love was ours
Ours a love I held tightly
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly
But when she left, gone was the glow of
Blue velvet
But in my heart there'll always be
Precious and warm, a memory
Through the years
And I still can see blue velvet
Through my tears

Twenty-five years ago today

January 10, 1984

Gilbert called me at my office. He asked me to come over to 'Image Photo Lab' in San Francisco to observe the photo shooting of Natasha by Kevin Ward, the photographer. I decided to go for the heck of it.

When I arrived at the 'Image Photo Lab' I saw Olga, Kevin, Natasha, Gilbert and a strange gay looking make-up artist. It was an interesting observation to see them getting prepared. It took such a long time before they finally started taking the pictures.
"It's good for you to see what it's like during a photoshoot," Gilbert said.
I was bemused. My thoughts drifted into questions of where I stand among all of this modeling mess. Where and when it will start and/or end? Will there be pictures taken of me? What is Gilbert's game plan?

After the photoshoot I dropped the make-up artist at Bush & Steiner. Then I dropped off Natasha at Gilbert's apartment. Was I simply the chauffer for the day? I found a parking space and Gilbert and I went to some coffee shop on Polk Street (next door to Fish & Chips). We talked as he showed me some muscle men pictures that he had in a notebook. He also read aloud some personal letters that he had received. The letters were mainly about him and his goodness as a person. The letters seemed to be intimate words from other men that he had--or almost had--intimate relations with. Who knows (in this modeling business) who sleeps with who and for what (is what I was thinking). After this strange ending of his shared letters we ended our conversation. He was still acting very in awe of me. We walked to my parked car and I drove off after we said goodbye. It was good to be back home.

I changed my clothes, freshened up and drove out to San Leandro to the skating rink. I arrived at 10:30pm and I saw George Jones. We talked for a while...but it was brief. Then I saw Jim and we talked for a while...but it was brief. Then I saw Bill Helbush and he expected a bit more from me (like a kiss...I think). I backed away with a flat out "No". My reaction burned him the wrong way. I seemed to hurt him but I think he wanted to make it appear to others in and around the rink that we were "together". He simply walked away. I also spoke to Bryan and Frank. I realized what a dump the place was and I decided to scram. By 11:45pm I was back home, safely in bed. I was thinking and wondering what is in store for 1984. There are no intimate or loving moments yet. I don't intend on diving into a relationship unless I feel it is truly significant.

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