My spies tell me everyone who is anyone was at the rickety old Victoria Theater that night for this not to be missed occasion.
I was researching for my “Thailand Calling Dispatch” newsletter, and came across this gem on urban thesaurus: procrastitute. It’s defined as someone who goes out and hires a prostitute or two instead of completing their report, job, homework, chores, etc. I love it! Being the diligent journalist I am, I had to confirm with at least one other credible source. This is what came near the top of Google search, but below urban thesaurus. Not exactly the same, but I love it even more.
Procrastitute’s level of procrastitution: 4 hours wasted (so far.)
Work left to complete: Entire methods essay.
Time left to complete it: Until 2:30 pm tomorrow.
I’ve got time to do that. Later.
I’m not sure why I haven’t begun this blog before.
That’s a lie. We all know why I haven’t begun this blog before. Because i’m the PROCRASTITUTE.
or the Procrastiqueen? Hmm… I can’t decide which one I like better.
I’m sure someone else has a blog about procrastinating. Actually, I’m sure there are more than a few procrastination station blogs floating around the interweb.
However… this one is mine.
Why create another procrastiblog when there are thousands circulating?
Because, obviously, I’m procrastinating. So here’s the real question:
Why should YOU read THIS procrastitivity?
Let’s be honest, the procrastipuns are PROCRASTILIARIOUS.
If you keep reading, I promise I’ll stop with that.
Mostly, this blog will be fantastic because I…
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Best enjoyed with a euphoric, giddy, giggly sativa.
…in an ass kicking contest! That’s how busy I’ve been this summer. But I missed you!
For my penance, I’m offering you, my “CupOfJim” fans a link to my new enewsletter: “jimslist”. As a special thank you for signing up, you’ll recieve my ebook: “Black And White Nostalgia”. It’s an e-catalog of 33 big, beautiful, digital reproductions of the images in my recent photo exhibit of the same name. Plus a few more that didn’t make the show.
The show was up the month of July at STRUT SF, the gay men’s health clinic in the Castro, funded by the SF AIDS Foundation. My first showing of hard copy artwork in decades, the artworks practically flew off the walls!
This group of images was taken from the late 70’s through the late 90’s in gay San Francisco. I was shooting only in black and white back then, and hand developing and printing my own work at the Harvey Milk Photography Center, and at the San Francisco Art Institute.
The era was a wonderful yet terrifying period in gay history. The tail end of the golden era of gay, or the “good ole days”, transitioning to the difficult and challenging AIDS years.
When just the thought of being gay was dangerous, and the nation was gripped with the fear of HIV, here was a community not only surviving, but thriving; openly, defiantly, and flawlessly!
So grateful for the positive response, I booked sales for 12 pieces at the opening reception, Friday July 12. We silent auctioned off two more pieces to benefit the Elizabeth Taylor Gay Men’s Network, and raffled off another two!
That’s about how often I get out these days. But this particular Blue Moon was out on the back patio at the pilsner Inn.
I’m enjoying the influx of South Asian techworkers. Maybe I missed it but I seem to have noticed it a lot lately.
Gorgeous, dark, bearded hairy. There’s a clack of them sitting at the next table.
That means it’s back to the office: Church St. Cafe. Window seating, cinnamon raisin bagel extra crispy with butter, small coffee extra cream, two Splenda.
Today we’re working on an e-catalog of “Black And White Nostalgia”, a photographic romp through gay San Francisco late 70’s to late 90’s. It will be up at STRUT SF, the month of July. Here’s a teaser:
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Eerrrrmagawd. I’m trying this with my morning coffee tomorrow. Or next time I get the munchies at tea time. The chef’s voice is too funny.