Saturday, October 26, 2002
I'm getting really tired of people using God as an excuse to be an asshole. And I don't care about how you define your version of God. Religion increasingly disgusts me. And let me be clear, disgust is indeed the word I was looking for. All religions in all nations involving all people. You are not a priest. You are a pedophile hiding from himself behind a cloth. You are not a martyr. You are a murderer and terrorist. You are not a pilgrim. You are an invader. You are not a protector of innocent life. You are a bully. You are not protecting your heritage. You are a racist. You are not fundamentalist. You are ignorant. Religion proves itself time and time again as an agent of evil. Ideology when allowed to triumph over humanity only results in subjugation, grief, and bloodshed. Honesty. Integrity. Decency. Liberty. Charity. The greatest spiritual leaders in history lived lives rich with those core values. At what point did we get stuck in the rhetoric and bias and minutia and lose sight of what is really important? At what point did we forget about love? Before you pick up that rifle, point that finger, shake that fist, do me a favor and reread that book you so admire. Find it's forest for the trees. And for God's sake, walk your friggin talk. Let's be clear about this more time. If you believe that God has given you the right and/or the authority to hurt, hate, maim, mistreat, insult, injure, attack, abuse, reject, repress, torment, torture, control, conquer, or kill, then you need to seriously rethink your notions of God and man. Regardless of what you think it says, no man has the right to act on behalf of God. Leave that up to him. And remember that no war is ever, ever holy.
There. I can put away my soap box now and go back to my quiet narcissistic little life.
Jim Parisi
Friday, October 25, 2002
Warning: Do not eat an entire half pound bag of dried apricots while waiting for your flight. Ugh. (Burp)
Jim Parisi
I gotta admit, I love guerilla advertising. I love the fact that IBM, a company traditionally regarded as old and stodgy, will utilize it. If you are in San Francisco and driving down the 101, IBM has purchased a billboard directly in front of Oracle Headquarters that reads: "IBM Database Software is Number 1 in installations. Who's got game now?" I love it. You know Larry has got to be fuming about it too. I'm surprised he isn't doing Mach 1 fly-bys of the IBM 425 Market Street Building in his MiG.
Jim Parisi
Thursday, October 24, 2002
Speaking of bionic boobies, I think there might be some additional marketing opportunities with this procedure. A Zip-Lock model might be useful for women who want to increase or decrease their cup size depending on the activity. Evening out in a little black dress? Pop in the D. Saturday morning 10-K? Back to a B cup. How about a set that deploys in the event of an automobile collision? Built in air bags. Why not build the underwire into the whole system? Remove the need for a bra completely. No more unsightly strap lines. Not like most women with bolt-ons need the extra support. At least in OC most implants are apparently filled with helium causing a miraculous lighter than air look. And ladies, just from a aesthetic standpoint, if you are 5'2" and 105 pounds, you might want to look at the smaller C cup rather than the jumbo double D your boyfriend wants you to purchase. You look ridiculous when your breasts arrive into the room a full two minutes before the rest of you.
Jim Parisi
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
Question: If you have recently purchased a shiny new pair of silicone boobies, do you go up a cup size when you fly in an airplane? Just curious about the physics of the whole thing.
Jim Parisi
Posted some new climbing pics from Sedona. Enjoy!
Jim Parisi
Tuesday, October 22, 2002
I had my first warm Krispy Kreme. Soft, creamy, gooey goodness. Fat and sugar absorbed directly into the bloodstream. I think it set me back about two weeks worth of cardio training, and I could actually feel my ass start to sag after the first bite. But I have to admit, it was tasty. I had better give up my Krispy Kreme habit. It all just goes right to my hips.
Jim Parisi
Monday, October 21, 2002
Did you ever write something and totally forget about it, only to discover it years later and crack yourself up? Years ago I created a Yahoo Profile and listed this as my hobbies: "Competitive yoga, bowling for hallucinogens, nude Yahtzee, Sri Lankan folk music, vegan taxidermy, Plah-Doh sculpture, and Leggo Engineering." Vegan taxidermy? I don't know where that came from. Must have been all those hallucinogens.
Jim Parisi
I'm getting tired of men and women whose depth is measured in angstroms. I'm tired of plastic women. I'm saddened when I meet women who spend a full 40% of their disposable income on ways and means to make themselves appear more beautiful. I'm appalled when I go out in Orange County and see an entire population whose primary life focus is based on what they can accumulate. I'm sick of watching men look at women as receptacles for bodily fluids. I'm tired of women looking at men as a means to an end. Or worse as a game to be played. I'm saddened by people who are comfortable and satiated. Who have closed their eyes by sewing them open and focusing them only on the flickering pane of glass broadcasting endless hours of advertisements for things we don't need. I'm disturbed by the miles of identical beige houses on identical green lots on identical asphalt roads. I'm frustrated by the same 12 restaurants and the same 12 retail outlets on the street corners of every city in the US. I'm enraged by people who judge my life according to a 2000 year old book and have never lifted a finger to help a homeless man. And I'm sick to death of people who let ideology defeat humanity.
Jim Parisi
Sunday, October 20, 2002
What comes around goes around. I'm a pretty slow climber. I have on more than one occasion spent 45 minutes or more trying to figure out, or more than likely, find the balls to complete a move or finish a climb. Unfortunately for anyone hoping to get on the route, they had to wait until I gave up, finished, or had someone else finish for me. Today in Sedona I got stuck behind two novice climbers who spent all day traipsing up a two pitch spire. I would have been up and down inside of two hours on this rock. But because we had hiked in and hauled all our gear with us, we decided to wait it out. We arrived at the rock before noon. We didn't get back to the car until 5. I suppose I had it coming to me. Climber's Karma.
Jim Parisi
