Anxieties

"If you want an omelet you've got to break a few eggs."
-Brad Pitt
"Fight Club", 1999 motion-picture

Twenty five years ago today:

July 16, 1986
Wednesday

My day was semi-productive. It has been very busy in the office lately. I moseyed along to McDonalds for lunch. My day continued rather quickly. After a short nap at home I made my usual visit to the gym.

Mark Landreth showed up at the gym and I decided to do the aerobics class with him. I did pretty well. I like the working up of a good sweat. It makes you feel like you really did something good to release all of the anxieties.

After the gym workout I kept my ‘avenues’ open. I wrote cover letters and resumes to Triad Systems Corporation in Sunnyvale, CA. I sent one to some Western Regional Company’s Sales Manager, El Camino Hospital in Mountain View, Phillip Abrams of Out of Our Minds Advertising Agency, Industrial Indemnity, Tel Plus Communications, Pac Tel Info Systems, Pac Tel Publishing, Pac Tel Mobile, and of course to Peter Brent of Laura Todd Co. I also submitted bids for two staff clerk positions in Los Angeles (though those two positions don’t seem too lucrative).

Johnny Schaefer called me during my naptime.
“I can’t wait for my music coach to come back from the Moody Blues tour. My coach is confident that I can get set up in some night club here in L.A.,” said Johnny.
What could I say but, “That’s great, Johnny!”

Mark had mentioned some Marathon on Sunday. I wonder if he was serious about it. I ought to give him a call to find out.

I am so glad I have been doing a little something each night to give myself exposure to other firms in the outside world. I am feeling claustrophobic being at Pac Bell. Tonight I moved in on inquiries to M, ESQUIRE, GQ and the Ford Agency regarding my being on the cover of a major magazine. Ha-ha. That’s just for fun. I can dream…or at least vision it, can’t I? I don’t believe it would hurt to make an attempt.

Maybe mom can pick-up my photographs today.

In 1925, when F.O. Matthiessen, the noted Harvard literary historian and critic, was still a graduate student at Oxford, he wrote to his lover, the painter Russel Cheney, "We are complex--both of us--in that we are neither wholly man, woman, or child."
-George Chauncey
"Gay New York"