Saturday, July 13, 2002
Have you noticed how many bands start (or end) with "white"? Just a quick search on CDNOW turned up: White Boy Decoy, White Cross, White Cloudz, White Dawg, White Eisenstein, White Elephants & Golden Ducks (huh?), White Family, White Hassle, White Heart, White Horse, White Hotel, White Knuckle Sobriety, White Lightning, White Lion (boy did they ever suck), White Night, White Noise, White Oaclen, White Octave, White Plains, White Rabbit, White Rabbit Cult, White Sirens, White Sister, White Skull, White Spirit, White Spirituals From The Sacred Harp, White Stains, White Stone, White Stripe, White Stripes (real original guys), White Thunder Singer (could the name be ANY worse), White Town (sounds like Orange County), White Heart, White Caps , Whitesnake, White Zombie (you were better when you were white), Great White....
Kind of a cultural lack of creativity here. Just like all those "red" beers that showed up about five years back. Message to all those kids in garages, there are more colors in the spectrum. Pick something new.
Jim Parisi
Friday, July 12, 2002
I have two gray hairs in my beard. Right here on my chin. My ex-girlfriend noticed them about two years ago. Not baby blond. Not auburn. Not light brown. Two thick, wiry, white-gray hairs. Yesterday, while soaping up in the shower, I found my first gray hair on my chest. It's spreading. It's official. I'm out of my twenties, and over the top of my youth. I've come over the crest and am picking up speed. Hairline? History. Gray hair? En route. Body hair? A constant battle with clippers. How is it, by the way, that my youth was spent worried about the hair on my head and my adulthood is spent worried about the hair everywhere else? Talk about a genetic royal screw. Regardless, I've come to the conclusion, that as good as I still look, I am, in fact, getting older. Is that a love handle starting to grow? My butt will soon flatten like a bike tire with a slow leak. Fat fingers, hairy ear lobes, just a matter of time. I had better invest in some brown socks and sandals, some gold nugget jewelry and a condo in Boca.
Jim Parisi
Thursday, July 11, 2002
So I was having lunch in South San Francisco a few weeks ago, and an older lesbian couple was having lunch just a few tables away. Let me preface this with the statement that I am the least homophobic man I know. This isn't that kind of rant. Ok, back to my story. A stereotypical, overtly masculine, openly lesbian couple. Both of them heavy. Both sporting men's mullet style hair cuts. Both wearing men's style suits. Both wearing men's style shoes. Both carrying men's style wallets. Other than the requisite anatomy (and even that could be questionable) there was nothing vaguely feminine about either of them. Here is the part that confuses me. Many (not all) of the lesbians I have known have been hard-core, jackbooted, uber-feminist man-haters. Women who loathe men and all we represent. And yet the irony of this lifestyle is that many of these very same women wrap themselves in the clothing and costume and culture of those that they despise. Sure lot's of gay men are hyper feminine, but have you ever met a gay man that hates women? Good lord, they adore them. Annnyway, it's just an observation. I never promised to be PC. Just an observer. Don't get your boxer shorts in a twist. Kidding! Geez...no sense of humor....
Jim Parisi
Wednesday, July 10, 2002
Ok. I need to revisit this one. So Karli and I took a short midnight tour around Flagstaff on our return from the Grand Canyon. We stopped by my all time favorite retail establishment, Ruff's Sporting Goods and Groceries. I wrote about Ruff's before. Ruff's is the local store in Flagstaff that sells only three items: Guns, Liquor, and Porn. But there is something I didn't know at the time of the original writing. Ruff's has a drive through window. I'm not joking. Saw it with my own eyes. Yep. At Ruffs, you can get a 12 Gauge, a fifth of bourbon, 100 rounds of ammunition, and a Hustler - to Go! God bless America. Or God save us. Regardless, how often does someone find themselves in a position where the need a firearm and some ammo so fast that they can't take the time to get out of the car? Well, other than those times when the police are in pursuit.
Jim Parisi
Posted some new photos from Yosemite, Austin, Newport, Sedona, Phoenix, Grand Canyon, Squamish - I've just been a travelin man.
Jim Parisi
Tuesday, July 09, 2002
Karli is not allowed to drink in AZ. Although she has an identification card, issued by the government of British Columbia that identifies her as a Canadian citizen of legal, American drinking age, the same identification card accepted anywhere in her country, a country which has, in fact, an open border with the United States, the same card accepted by our federal government when she crossed said border, the same card accepted by the great and sovereign state of California when she entered a drinking establishment there, the state of Arizona, in their infinite wisdom, has decided that her legal, government issued, exceedingly difficult to forge, federally accepted form of identification is not suitable to permit her to enter an establishment that sells liquor. Even though, lovely as she is, she clearly appears to be of legal drinking age, she can't enter a bar or purchase alcohol. Just one more reason why I left this state: idiots are in charge.
Jim Parisi
Monday, July 08, 2002
The phrase "yeah, but it's a dry heat" is most often muttered by people who have never actually spent a summer at 115 +. Eggs frying on the sidewalk is only a myth becaouse chickens are too smart to be outside during the summer in Arizona. "Yeah, but it's a dry heat." So is the surface of the sun, but I aint about to move there either.
Jim Parisi
