Spectacular photo. If that's a scare crow it works. The birds and the farmers have kept away and now it's a nice pice of scrub land. If that's to keep the aliens outside the stratosphere I would believe it too. What on earth is it?! And where? It is somehow not unfamiliar but that could be because you aren't (by now as avatar engrained in my memory).

Yes Mr. Fox, I noted this was your name, but what's in a name? And your face/representation of the name is equally not very interesting (charming though, as any honest face is, it certainly will proove to be.) Nor would I confuse your precision engineering skills with any other kind of manipulations of reality.

So, no, that is not what this is about. What it is about is that I am developing a pretty clear soul picture of you as honest, frank and free (no, there are better adjectives, but we'll alliterate lightly for now) but before one can simply accept that as the sketch and move on to the oils one has to check from all angles. I am hardly here to collect portraits. But I need a "face" (an interface) to be able to become more precise in my communications. Curter, shorter, maybe even. I am sure that would save you some time. That face, which is more than a presence (and that is the challenge out here) can only be built up through many thoughts shared. No Dtube video or selfies making breakfast, eating lunch, and sharing dinner with the whole family can actually do it better. It has to be a methodical affair of interaction - or not (then it's hello, goodbye, how are you, have a nice day). We don't have to compare it to building a boat, but I do liken it to building a library (filling the shelves, not pouring the cement).

We may conclude, perhaps, I have not over-estimated you nor do you come in under par despite the curious use you put your mind-boggling skill to at times. Added up you have quite a list (of new experiences), which ever prooves to be incomplete. Perhaps, there is also the curious self-reflection at play, of how we end up where we do. How everything compounds and then we suddenly find ourselves behind vending machines with poles that don't fit and a lot of bumbling around and about us. I admire your patience and hope to learn.

Thomasina will always be my middle name. Which is quite sensible in the field I am in which requires high precision engineering and mapping and building of a very different sort, or else you'll just be another fruitcake. But from a distance , perhaps, (say they eye of god,) it boils down to the similar kind of keenness to get it right. It is always very rewarding to scoop for some fry in your bay and you hand me a filleted fish.

I share a lot because there is always more I could never share, and I wouldn't want to sound deceptive or secretive or needlessly mysterious. (Nobody ever remembers my name, so now I don't have one anymore that really belongs to me. They all belong to me. My soul is always waiting to be called and in the meantime you can call me Al for all I care.)

You can liken my way of listening to what you described regards the (apparently unusual, surprise you and me both) way of listening to a song and detecting something that is there but who cares. It is a relief to discover you are not the only one. It is another challenge when a large part of the language we have learned differs considerably. I appreciate I will have to learn yours, for you are not going to learn mine (metaphysics). But that is fine by me for not only relearning my knots but learning more about harmonics was also on my list. I'll learn any language if I have to if I feel there is something very valuable to communicate: an appreciation of the I within the other.

(The indirect cause for my musings on your "face"/presence was the totally irrelevant fact that neither the A-rate actors, nor the precision sound were in the clips I found. Not at all relevant as such. Much more interesting is to hear good people having good creative fun. But I've learned here better than anywhere else- and I repeat I am far less affable than you - that good people very soon also think they make great works. Good for them. But not for me who needs to be around kind but fair(ly self-critical) minds.

I am loathe to sound ridiculous but I feel an urgency (always) that makes me spend my time wisely. Not very efficiently, but wisely. ... I have nothing left to lose but my wisdom. This creates an odd pressure, impossible to explain. But it also causes one to double check, tripple check everything. They say time is precious but I think you have to make it so. I extend a warm thank you to you for helping to make it so.

This whole voting business, by the by, is something indeed I keep forgetting to stay on top of, so also LD went under the radar; fair enough, though, point to you: hiding in plain sight. I'll be relying on you to keep me in the loop on who our friends are and what time it is on the wallet front.

Lovely picture of your record.
You very well know it all strands there.
And so I remain tantalised.
May I remind you it's cruel to keep hooks in the lips of fish too long. Dangling I can only ask you then: does Cheating Hearts sound as country western as it's meagre point of reference does to me?