Thursday, May 30, 2002
Sometimes my job is really damn cool. Today I got up at 6, flew to San Francisco. At my first meeting, my client threw me the keys to his brand new, $60K BMW M3 and let me drive it around the freeways of South San Francisco for a half hour or so while we talked shop. For my second meeting, I had a business lunch at my favorite restaurant in South San Fran, Kincaids, and gorged on beefsteak tomato salad, linguini with pinenuts and sundried tomato, and raspberry sorbet. Then I flew to Austin for a morning meeting on Friday. I'll probably spend the weekend there before flying home. Almost makes the 13 hours in airports or in the air worth all the effort.
Jim Parisi
Wednesday, May 29, 2002
My roommate just told me she is moving out. I'm glad she is moving toward her goals, but I am sad she is leaving NB. I like Michelle. And now I need to fill this spot in the house. Do you know anyone looking for a roommate in NB? Preferably someone who can tolerate living with an anal retentive veggie freak? Have them e-mail me. I promise, no web cams in the bathrooms. Besides, it's a cool pad.
Jim Parisi
Oh my gawd. I'm waddling around like a drunk and pregnant penguin. With no knees. I have not been this sore in ages. I feel like my muscles have turned into thick, hot candle wax. Ugh. That's a funny thing, cause technically, I am still in great shape - at least by American standards. I still work out all the time, I still look good, I still have good abs. But there's a real difference between being in shape and being an athlete. I think that difference is most clearly illustrated when after a weekend of sport, you have to say something like "ooof" when standing up, and saying something like "ahhhh" when sitting down. Ahhhhh....
Jim Parisi
Tuesday, May 28, 2002
I am sore. Captain Ibuprofen. I hurt from fingertips to the soles of my feet. There was a time when I spent every weekend hiking with full packs, riding 7 to 14 miles at least once a week on the mountain bike, climbing three to five days a month, and let's not forget the four days a week training at the club. Not anymore. Subsequently a weekend warrior battle with a few steep singletrack trails and a 1000 foot granite monster leaves me bloody and bruised. Thirty minutes on the stair master isn't the right kind of preparation. I gotta get hard core again soon. I don't like being so damn soft.
Jim Parisi
This is funny.
Jim Parisi
Monday, May 27, 2002
I just finished a work free weekend. Saturday, a work out followed by some bar hopping with friends. Yesterday, a 12 mile mountain bike ride. Today, a 700 foot rock climb. I am really damn tired. I'll write more after eight hours of sleep. I just hope I don't have to go to SF tomorrow (but I think I do).
Jim Parisi
