Jimbaux was in a cold November rain today.
Greetings. I have three poor images from today, but, since it’s been two weeks since my last post, when I got some good action pictures on the Louisiana & Delta Railroad’s Breaux Bridge Branch, and since I have had plenty on my mind lately, I’m going to bore you with plenty of recent thoughts!
Since I recorded my thoughts on most days, I will just share them here per day before I get to the pictures from today.
October 31, Tuesday
I awoke on this day to more than 8,500 followers on the Facebook page. I am on pace to pass the 10,000 mark some time in January.
I should not have gotten that Blizzard from Dairy Queen yesterday, but I felt like I deserved it after the successful train hunting.
I was on a Silverchair kick in the last few days, because I found and ripped the old Silverchair CD on Sunday when cleaning my desk.
I just keep thinking about that Breaux Bridge Branch, man. We could be doing cool stuff there, with it going to Baton Rouge, maybe with CN having haulage rights or something like that.
I got several good new shots yesterday. The Teurlings Drive shot is essentially new since the one time that I did it before, the train didn’t get close to it. Kimble told me that Schriever Job is working 12-hour days due to the gas plant and is back to going east M-W-F and west T-R.
At some point, I want to make an Acadiana Railway chase this month.
That Romero kid almost ran me over backing out of their driveway!
I would have transferred the pictures that I took yesterday to a hard drive if I didn’t hate Halloween so much. So, they’ll have to wait until mid-to-late November. For the last week, every day except maybe one day, I transferred picture files to external hard drives.
Wow, next summer, it’s going to be 20 years that I had that Mexico experience!
Once I get done these old slides and the 2014 and 2015 pictures, I have to go back to 2005 and, wwwwoooooow, that’s so much, I have to go all the way up to 2013 to get the pictures from that time to my new standards.
Anyway, today, the 31st, I got done all of the sized-down social-media watermark versions of 2004 images up to the Mexico experiences.
November 3rd, Friday
I am getting bored with this neighborhood and with walking.
That picture of the UP 192 at the depot in November 2003 means plenty to me. I cannot not think of a certain young woman when I see that picture, but that picture is also a reflection of me.
I think about just how fake I was in late 2018 with that 2 November 2018 article, but I can’t help it. I have been put into this situation.
I like working out, but I hate going to the gym. Today is a good example of why. I went to the gym today and had to endure loud pump-pump-pump music, and there was no one to address about it, because all of them hate me.
I got a text message from the only guy there I like anymore, I tried to repay online, because I don’t want to talk to any of those people, because I want them to not think about me.
He seems liberal, But, if the boss lady turned on me, so, too, probably would he.
So, I called the number, and Heidi answered. I didn’t say anything, and she hung up on me. That’s fine.
That guy Pat and the same dude he was working out with last time were there. I feel sorry for them, but they are terrible, because what they do is harmful to other people.
I did get a good chest-shoulder-triceps workout there, but, apparently, that liberal guy is leaving.
Heidi had headphones on, with the office still open, she is working, the door buzzes, she doesn’t hear it, and I don’t say anything. Then, phone rings, she doesn’t answer it.
Cora noted that I lost weight. That’s great! But what is she comparing me to? The me of a year ago. I am still fat. I still feel fat.
My whole adult life, I cannot be who I am where I am. The closest exception was when I lived in New Orleans early in my time living there, but I didn’t know then that I was autistic.
To even try to be yourself is very dangerous, which is something that I learned at a very early age.
I feel so imprisoned.
I may have an interview with someone with a certain guild.
I checked the 2004 images after doing sized-down and watermark versions, and I found several mistakes, but I corrected them and finally got it all DONE!!
November 4th, Saturday
Fifteen years ago today, Barack Obama was elected President Of The United States, and I photographed those MofW hopper cars at Schriever.
I am trying to decide if I should process the 2015 shots after I get done the 2014 shots. One consideration is the possibility of getting a film scanner soon. If I do so soon, then those black-and-white film images that I got in the spring of 1999 I could post as “25 years ago today” shots. Maybe, but that is a huge undertaking. If I’m not going to be trying to do “25 years ago today” posts of scans of film that I make with a film scanner that we buy, I might as well do the 2015 shots.
I keep thinking about my fantasy business in Crowley, of rail transload stuff.
If I am doing 2015 shots, with nothing after August, what is to stop me from going into 2016, 2017, and 2018? because, per my own standards, I need to continue and redo those; the short answer to that is that the posts before spring of 2015 are still saved on the blog, and I would have only to drop in the new images, but, with the other ones, I’d have to redo them, at least off of web archive.
I want to get the 2023 shots started and finished. I want to get that done.
November 5th, Sunday
Standard Time is back! I did two spurts of running during a walk of an hour and fifteen minutes.
The 2015 pictures have more in common with what came before them than with what came after them. That is my excuse for ceasing the processing of pictures from that time period once I get the 2015 pictures done.
November 6th, Monday
I am considering labeling my SLR-camera pictures in the same manner that Samsung devices label them, starting with year, then month, then date, then 24-hour time. Of course, to make that work, I would need exact synchronicity with the two DSLR cameras to the two Samsung devices.
RaeAnne didn’t reply to my e-mail. Forget her. I’ve got my people at the association, even though I am kind of scared of them.
I keep thinking about the Texas & Mississippi Valley Railway that I wish to create, and shipping raw rice from Mississippi southward to the Lacassine and to the Port Of Lake Charles.
There was a story on NPR today about taxing marijuana in Colorado, which demonstrated the toxic dynamics of it all, and then the same thing for a lake in Baton Rouge. It’s just demonstrating my point.
November 7th, Tuesday
I am exhausting myself with this fasting and two-and-a-half hours of walking per day, but I’ve done something like this before, minus the fasting. I did something like this minus the fasting both in 2012 and in 2016. At this cooler and darker point in those years, it became much more possible to do two walks in a day, though I don’t think that I did that back in 2012, back when I was teaching. I didn’t wake up and go walk for an hour before, even in November and December, going to a job where I was on my feet all day, but I did start lifting weights more, and I hurt my back. Also, being on my feet at the job probably helped me to lose weight.
In 2016, it was done between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I think that I lost 10 pounds from Thanksgiving to Christmas of 2016.
I was so tired and hungry on this night that I didn’t eat my own food; so, I went to Taco Bell and bought $15 or $16 worth of food.
I worked only on July 2014 shots tonight. I did not have the energy to get into that first set of August pictures.
Democrats did well tonight in elections across the country except in Mississippi, where there may have been some voter suppression.
November 8th, Wednesday
I didn’t yield for Rose this morning as she walked right at me, insisting upon right-hand running. Doing so would set a bad precedent.
I have an interview scheduled Monday with someone with the guild. I can’t wait for that.
I have been thinking about TOFC at my business and how it can work primarily with CPKC and BNSF and how what it could mean is that the Acadiana Railway could in Crowley build two BNSF blocks, one for stuff that is going east and the other for stuff that is going west.
I hypothesize that the internet is the reason in the increase in graffiti work on railroads, because it creates exposure for people’s “art” work.
I read about graffiti resistant paint, which seems implausible to me, seems to not work in theory, because the graffitists, too, can get their hands on it.
If it’s true that there is graffiti-resistant paint, and if it works, that makes me more excited about my transload business.
Joy said yesterday afternoon when she saw me as she was exercise-walking on the street, the first time that I see that, that I lost weight and that my legs look better, I guess more muscular. I take that as a great sign.
This week, I really have been pushing myself really hard, walking two and a half hours per day, and I have been running in spurts.
I am thinking about autism and the need for order and structure and how ancient people like me fared.
Last night, I finished processing 2014 social-media watermark size-down website versions, but I need to check them.
I can’t get in touch with Jane, and it really upsets me.
The cop’s wife drove westbound on the street with the rising sun behind her with no headlights on while driving a solid black automobile with no reflective surfaces.
November 10th, Friday
On this day, at the gym, after I finished my workout, I consumed a thawed turkey wrap at the gym. This is the first time that I do this, meaning that this experiment that I have been pondering doing has been successful. So, I am considering doing it some more, because it is a good, cheap, and healthy way to “protein up” as soon as I finish lifting weights.
I feel like I would be fake and underhanded by talking to workers at the gym if I am taking action against them. I am thinking about how I would so often tell Mrs Diane at Larousse’s bye when I left, and I realized with the current situation, where I have reason to ignore these people and hope that they ignore me, got me to thinking that I have sort of internalized the idea that I am anti-social, but maybe I am not. I am just responding to how society treats me. This was a realization that I mentioned near the end of the last blog article here.
I’m not anti-social. I am scared.
It’s going to be the same way with these association people. I will tell them as little about myself as I can, because I am scared.
I don’t want that! I am tempted to say a whole bunch about myself and ask about them, but I am not going to because I am scared. Same way I have acted in plenty of jobs, especially more progressively over time.
I’m going to tell them as little about myself as I can, because I am scared.
I am really tempted to try to get to know them and have them get to know me, but I am not going to because I am scared. If I ask them things about their selves that they are willing to tell me, then telling such things to me might make them ask such things about me.
This is the same way that I have reacted in several jobs over time. I have realized that there is no safe job for me.
It became especially true after the newspaper job in 2012, especially since the end of that job coincided with the bomb being dropped.
I was too open at the virtual school, but I was still guarded. I didn’t talk about trains.
I was realizing at a recent party for a toddler when the Saints game was on that I have to get to know this stuff so that I can talk about something with coworkers that I may soon have, because I can’t talk to them about autism, can’t talk about Jimbaux’s Journal, can’t talk to them about photography, can’t talk to them about trains, can’t talk to them about politics, and can’t even talk to them about why I am here.
It’s the same thing with this alternative, fake, family that I have here.
Maybe I could talk about music or working out. I can’t talk about myself in a way that doesn’t make me seem like a solitary and boring geek.
I have so many people with whom I connect deeply about various issues, but I can’t talk about any of this with people who stand between me and food.
So, as I said on October 30, I am not oppositional by nature. I am not anti-social by nature. It is imposed upon me. It’s how society requires me to be.
November 12th, Sunday
I need to talk to Patty.
I need a radio scanner.
I had to chase that stupid, irritating dog into its carport and in a way that its owners saw, to convey to them that their dog is being a jerk to their human neighbors and that, therefore, they, my human neighbors, are being bad neighbors.
All of this made me think of that text message from Allie one night, saying “they’re dogs. They bark.” Okay, what the hell? I am a human being, and I am trying to sleep, and you are waking me up with this dog. Don’t treat this as if it is a force of nature that you aren’t doing.
This is not how I would set things up if I were in power, because I am not a jerk, which is probably why I am not in power.
Did that cat at these people’s house die? I just noticed its absence, now that I am thinking about them. It’s been weeks if not months since I have seen that cat.
I went to gym to the west yesterday and had a good back-bicep-leg workout yesterday and also had Taco Bell breakfast and ate it on the way to the waste place. I took three frozen turkey wraps to the gym; by the time that I finished working out, they were thawed, and I ate them.
I saw on a dating profile as an answer to the question of what is sexy to you “being unapologetically you”, and I thought about how that isn’t possible for a person like me, even if I was independently wealthy, maybe if I was, but I have pretty much always thought that, always thought that I needed to be independently wealthy not because I don’t want to work and not because I wanted to travel to places and afford nice stuff but to be able to survive, since basically all relationships are hostile to me, since I would get not hired or fired due to principle reasons.
Here, by “independently wealthy”, I mean never having to worry about losing access to basic needs; I do not mean having more than I need. This is why I found the idea of universal basic income so attractive.
I haven’t bought a radio scanner yet, and, at the rate that I am going, I am not going to get one in time to have it delivered by the end of this month for my trip.
Today!
Okay, yes, finally, here are the pictures from today! Well, all of the pictures from today are from after the interview.
I have to stop eating fast food. Today, I ate fast food at three different times, three different purchases. Part of the problem is that my fasting as of late means that I don’t have stuff cooked at the house, because I now have to risk stuff that I cooked spoiling in the refrigerator because, on fasting days, I don’t eat much between my breakfast omelet and my salad supper.
So, on a day when I break fast, I don’t think to have food available at the house, because I haven’t had to think about that much lately!
The interview was good! I liked it. I liked it plenty. It seems that I have a little place there, and that’s going to be nice. I’m going to be able to do some good work and learn new things.
I might be able to get paid. The interview was at a weird place at 10:30.
Potato taquitos are good! Honey-butter chicken biscuits are lame, and I have to stop doing that. They were okay, one of them was, but they left me dry before the interview.
The interview was at a weird place.
The interview was at 10:30.
Yes, I know that I said that already.
While I was waiting for the interview at the location of the interview, I heard horns. It sounded like L&D horns coming from Lafayette proper.
All pictures are from after the interview.
After the interview, I went to Elks and Southpark. Then, the locomotives tied down on the Southpark spur.
I then went to Broussard and caught the #1.
It’s dark and rainy, as you can see.
I like dark and rainy!
That’s all for the SLR-camera pictures for the day.
I went to Whataburger, inside of it, getting the sweet-and-spicy burger combo. I had to do it because I had nothing at the house other than green beans and 15-bean soup to eat, because I have been fasting, and none of that would fill me late in the day.
I thought that I might see Jackson in Whataburger, which is silly.
I went to the gym.
I forgot to bring athletic shoes, and, so, I couldn’t work out, but I needed to use the bathroom anyway.
Then, I went to Rouse’s, the first time that I go there in probably more than two years.
I should start using mozzarella.
That’s all for today.
Good evening.
Merci.
Jim
