Friday, January 10, 2003
I wonder...Is Vegas running any books on how screwed up Michael Jackson's kids are going to be when they grow up? I wonder what the odds are...
Porn Star? Drug addicted ex-con? Suicide cult member? Failed musician with a career that ends in either Playboy or the Hollywood Squares? E! has the True Hollywood Story team mobilized already I'm sure.
Jim Parisi
Thursday, January 09, 2003
How are we perfectly content with lives that consist of 50 hours a week at the office, twenty hours a week in the recliner anesthetized by must see crappola, and weekends parked on asses cheering stupid men who run into one another for money and wandering identical department stores for stuff we don't need? How are we content never taking a risk? Never doing something or seeing something or tasting something or trying something different? At what point does the advertiser become our conscious? Our muse? Our aphrodisiac? Our god?
Jim Parisi
Happy Birthday Paula. I love you so much it's just terrible. And it's just @#$%ing fabulous to be 27. Enjoy it.
Jim Parisi
Wednesday, January 08, 2003
I am back in San Francisco - shocking I know. It's terrible I had to leave SoCal during some of the best weather of the year. It's not quite so nice up here. SF is pretty much the coldest city south of Fairbanks. At least that's the way it usually feels. Despite the weather, I like the city. However, I can't figure out why SF has such a tremendous homeless problem. Personally, this is not a good place to be out of doors. It's too damn cold. It's not popsicle cold like NY where the homeless are lost to hypothermia every year. In SF it's just cold enough to keep you miserable, 24 hours a day. That makes for a whole lot of miserable people in this town. For those of you who have never spent any time here, downtown SF has at least one homeless person on every corner. And I'm being literal when I say EVERY corner. What has caused this social/economic/cultural convergence? Is it because SF is the end of the proverbial line? If you are roaming the roads or the rails you can't exactly get any further west. Are they the remnants of a lost hippie generation, minds toasted from too many hits? Is it the result of decades of devastating economic fallout? And if so how far does this problem go back? To the Gold Rush? Failed artists? Bankrupt dot-comers? Broken hearted Giants fans? Someone explain this to me.
Jim Parisi
A friend of mine is on his way to China to adopt a baby girl. He is very nervous. Excited. Overwhelmed. He and his wife have been waiting to adopt for many years. Another friend of mine gave her child up for adoption. She was surprised by an unexpected/unwanted pregnancy in her youth and found a good family for her baby. I think both those decisions are heroic. They are both tremendous sacrifices made for the good of someone else. These are the people that make me proud to be human.
Jim Parisi
Tuesday, January 07, 2003
For those of you keeping score, today we had a high temperature of 82 degrees in Newport Beach. 82. January 7th. That's 82 in JANUARY. And you ask why I live here.
Yessiree, 82 degrees. I had no shirt on all day. Yep. It's hot. And I'm sexy.
Sorry. The sunshine is getting to my head.
Jim Parisi
More than 300 people have found my site looking for nude flight attendants. No BS. I get several hits every day. Either one guy is just desperate to satisfy this particular pornographic compulsion or there is a massive untapped airline market just waiting to be filled.
Hmmm...Hooters just bought an airline. Think they know about this trend already?
Uh Oh. Looks like Hooters won't be alone in this market.
Jim Parisi
Monday, January 06, 2003
I am exhausted. I have not slept at all. The Santa Ana winds are positively howling. Great 40 mile an hour gusts of air from the desert have been ripping violently through SoCal, the valleys must be getting hammered. This does two things to those of you who have not lived here. First, it creates an impressive amount of noise as everything that isn't tied down goes banging away toward its final destination in the Pacific Ocean. Second, it puts so many particulates in the air that anyone with allergies is destined to lie in bed at night wheezing miserably. It's like Mother Nature finally got sick of all the shit we have put into her atmosphere and decided to give it all back. Cause all the smog that usually sits thick and dark in the skies above the desert has been blown right back off the coast. It's the one day of the year that Catalina Island has a smog problem. When she gets real bitchy she lights a fire while she is at it and burns down Malibu. Or Laguna. Or Anaheim Hills. Or Yorba Linda. Remember 1993?
But I'm not gonna complain. And neither will those millionaires in Laguna who have to rebuild every 20 years after their house burns down.
Cause during those days before the winds really kick into high gear the weather is just spectacular. I - and nearly every other local on Balboa Peninsula - spent the weekend sans shirt, jogging, riding, or just laying in the flawless sunshine. It was mid 70's, gentle breeze, and you could see the sky all the way to the snow capped Angeles Crest range. What's a neighborhood or two when you can get a tan in January?
Jim Parisi
