-THE NAKED CIVIL SERVANT
1975 film about Quentin Crisp
Twenty-five years ago today:
March 30, 1987
Monday
The Academy Award nominations have been given and once again I wasn’t even nominated. Then again, how could I be?
I called that GRIMME Modeling Agency and the representative replied pleasantly by asking, “Could you come in on Wednesday between ten and twelve?”
I don’t see how I can do that in-between my normal work environment and all.
I ought to concentrate on writing my book. I would like to focus on a keen novel of interest. I guess a good start might be a simple outline. Perhaps I keep putting it off. I would really like a PC (Personal Computer) to help me dish out the words more easily.
Carla took another spur-of-the-moment day off again!
Only one more month and I will bridge my service from when I worked at Pacific Telephone. The new representative has more seniority than me, so I doubt that I’ll have the 8-4 shift; however, 8-4:30 is better than my current 8:30-5.At lunch, Freddie and I walked over to Market Street and ordered the delicious Chow Mein at “B and M Chinese” on Second Street to-go. I saw my brother, Tony, on his way there as we had left.
I gave Eileen a call but she wasn’t home. That’s no surprise.
I remained home all night with the runs. I just plain lounged, watching The Academy Awards. Johnny Schaefer telephoned me at 11:30PM but I was almost asleep and chose not to answer the phone. I was approaching dreamland.
When I heard his message in the morning he simply asked, “I just wanted to know if you heard the Oscar winner results.”
PLATOON was Best Picture. Paul Newman won Best Actor for THE COLOR OF MONEY and Marlee Matlin won Best Actress for CHILDREN OF A LESSER GOD.
Jeff Sombat called me from Hawaii also, leaving a bizarre message on my answering machine.
Jeff said, “Stefan is drunk…but don’t worry. I had a talk with Carla.”
Then I could hear Carla in the background, talking to Stefan. All seems pretty much okay with them now. Love Triangles…I tell you! It makes me think of that song that I love by NEW ORDER called BIZARRE LOVE TRIANGLE.
It was hard to decipher what exactly he was doing there. Was he lover or muse, boyfriend or ideal? -Alicia Drake
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