Saturday Short Of Spring In Silver Spring

[Back in elementary, Jimbaux thrived on misery.]

Bon soir, mes amis!  This is your pal Jimbaux making an unexpected post this Saturday evening.  I’m halfway inspired to make this post, and halfway  . . .  darn, I don’t know.

My assignment today has brought me to Silver Spring, and I’m still here.  How much longer I’ll be here is classified, dear Jimbauxlings.

Here are some random shots.

I like cranes.  The themes of physics and engineering are at play.  Speaking of physics, ah!

Check out this assortment of bumper stickers, eh?

I can’t speak about Brown, but for the four going across the top, I like most of them!

Even David Frum (whom I actually think  is quite thoughtful) seems to get it.

And Frum is not the only one who is finally being honest (with himself), according to this article.

She’s not 100% terrible; I respect her focus on children with special needs.  However, her entire story seems to be built on a they’re-out-to-get-me narrative.

I had something inspiration to write about my last post, one of which I am very proud, but I’ll save that for later.

There have not been trains here for awhile, eh?

Space Is Not The Final Frontier

The human mind is, as I have learned recently.  Anyway, I wonder if this child will ever really know what a space shuttle is.

Did you read this?  Isn’t that crazy?  Wow!

I wanted to write some stuff this evening about inner fear (the final frontier) and how it negatively affects people’s actions and their world views, how it prevents them from just living life.  I’ll save it for later.  I need to get some brief sleep.

Oh, speaking of David Frum (and you can tell I’m in a stream-of-consciousness mood this evening), he posted on Twitter, yesterday, I think, some surprise that Germany would not participate in enforcing the no-fly zone over Libya.  I replied to him on Twitter thus: “Well, you remember what happened the last time the Germans got involved in North Africa, don’t you?”

I also wanted to write some things about authenticity and music and how it all relates to fear, but I guess I’ll do that later.

I also want to write about how Frank Buckles’s life story is related to themes of hope and change, but maybe I’ll do that later.

There really is no rest for the wicked.

To The Shores Of . . .

Are y’all watching the skies over Tripoli illuminating?  Are you channeling Bernard Shaw tonight?

I need to  go to sleep.  Wild Saturday night, for Jimbaux, I tell you, but at least I’m not in Tripoli, and you’re not either.  So, have a good night, or a good morning, or whatever.  Bye.

Jimbaux