Perfect theme song for that favorite time of the day, like, around 4:20pm ish?
PS — It’s all about the hand movements in this video. I had a funny thought: what it might look like if she had a big fat joint between her fingers, or hanging off her lips.
Thanks for popping in, stay tuned for more pennies for my thoughts by your’s truly, Photojimsf.
Could this almost be a Wayne Thiebold painting?
It’s a zoomed in and extremely cropped version of the phone pic below, with about a half an hour of editing via Snapseed and PicsArt.
The view is from the train stop on Market Street at Sanchez Street, on the way to Peet’s Coffee, where I did the editing.
Stay tuned for more worldviews and coffee chatter from Photojimsf.
Dodged the raindrops to meet a pal at Peet’s during the big “Cyclone Bomb” storm of January 2023.
Dry and warm inside, we had the “Big Bang” medium roast.
I made these portraits of the hot bombshell on the half shell at the next table.
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Looking out my window about this time one year ago, at about 10:30 a.m.
The sky was a bloody orange from all the smoke from the wildfires.
I’m just glad I didn’t bring any children into this filthy greedy mercenary short-sighted drying up from climate change world.
Mental health stuff that we all sort of know in the back of our minds. They highlight and break each suggestion down to easily digestible and doable parts. I got a lot out of this I highly recommend that you watch.
Happy high tea time.
Black Water by the Doobie Brothers was a billboard #1 hit in 1975. I know cause I was around back then, saw them twice at the West Palm Beach Civic Auditorium. The air was so thick with pot smoke you could cut it with a knife. Mom clocked me for smoking weed. Cause she had to drive me there and pick me up, and smelled it on me.
The Doobie Brothers are from San Jose, California, and performed for the Hell’s Angels regularly before breaking out nationally.
This song has roots in the Delta Blues of New Orleans.
Were you here then? But even if you weren’t, what is your favorite song from 1975? Leave a comment below.
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“Soul singer Joe Tex encouraged her to leave the American South and pursue her musical career, so she began playing gigs in Boston, Montreal and eventually Toronto. It was in the latter city, which had a budding R&B scene in the Sixties, that she found her audience. Shane packed nightclubs in Toronto in the 1960s and appeared on local music TV show Night Train. “Jackie was a revelation,” music journalist Rob Bowman said. “Quite quickly the black audience in Toronto embraced her. Within a couple of years, Jackie’s audiences were 50-50 white and black.”
Source: Jackie Shane Obituary: Singer, Transgender Pioneer, Dead at 78 – Rolling Stone
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!
I’ve delivered about half of the work so far. Things have slowed down just a tick, so you can expect to see more postings here on CupOfJim, and also on my photography/art blog: Photojimsf.
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.
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