A crusty bastard since times inmemorial, jims spouts his random garbage to those that will listen. His mild mannered, cynical exterior hides the bubbling vitriol that leaks its way onto these pages. Calming influences are likely to include: hiking and biking places like Big Sur and the Santa Cruz Mountains; chanting Om while contorting his body into weird poses; or the peaceful pursuit of training hand, foot, and body in the martial arts. It is said his crustiness is directly proportional to the length of time since he has been outside.
Columns by jims:11.14.2002: Can-o-worms