On radio now

HERE IT IS:

The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:

For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?

If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?

We are made of the stars after all...

Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?

I already feel like an empty vessel.

I want so badly to fill it up

(.take.another.one.).

Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.

It's time for this to start to stop.

Everything stops ... Eventually.

*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.

.****.

My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.

I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.

With love,

DAH.

For a culture grounded in gymnastics and Kung fu, parkour seems like a natural extension for personal dedication.

HERE IT IS:

The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:

For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?

If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?

We are made of the stars after all...

Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?

I already feel like an empty vessel.

I want so badly to fill it up

(.take.another.one.).

Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.

It's time for this to start to stop.

Everything stops ... Eventually.

*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.

.****.

My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.

I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.

With love,

DAH.

HERE IT IS:

The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:

For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?

If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?

We are made of the stars after all...

Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?

I already feel like an empty vessel.

I want so badly to fill it up

(.take.another.one.).

Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.

It's time for this to start to stop.

Everything stops ... Eventually.

*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.

.****.

My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.

I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.

With love,

DAH.

On the radio now

song project

HERE IT IS:

The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:

For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?

If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?

We are made of the stars after all...

Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?

I already feel like an empty vessel.

I want so badly to fill it up

(.take.another.one.).

Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.

It's time for this to start to stop.

Everything stops ... Eventually.

*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.

.****.

My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.

I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.

With love,

DAH.

on radio now

so may hopes I had. This song will always remind me.

HERE IT IS:

The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:

For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?

If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?

We are made of the stars after all...

Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?

I already feel like an empty vessel.

I want so badly to fill it up

(.take.another.one.).

Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.

It's time for this to start to stop.

Everything stops ... Eventually.

*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.

.****.

My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.

I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.

With love,

DAH.

HERE IT IS:

The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:

For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?

If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?

We are made of the stars after all...

Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?

I already feel like an empty vessel.

I want so badly to fill it up

(.take.another.one.).

Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.

It's time for this to start to stop.

Everything stops ... Eventually.

*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.

.****.

My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.

I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.

With love,

DAH.

On the radio now

on radio now

HERE IT IS:

The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:

For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?

If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?

We are made of the stars after all...

Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?

I already feel like an empty vessel.

I want so badly to fill it up

(.take.another.one.).

Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.

It's time for this to start to stop.

Everything stops ... Eventually.

*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.

.****.

My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.

I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.

With love,

DAH.

Yesterday - Alternative Movie Poster

Original illustration - posters, prints and many other products available at:

movieposterboy.redbubble.com

HERE IT IS:

The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:

For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?

If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?

We are made of the stars after all...

Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?

I already feel like an empty vessel.

I want so badly to fill it up

(.take.another.one.).

Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.

It's time for this to start to stop.

Everything stops ... Eventually.

*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.

.****.

My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.

I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.

With love,

DAH.

On radio now

HERE IT IS:

The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:

For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?

If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?

We are made of the stars after all...

Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?

I already feel like an empty vessel.

I want so badly to fill it up

(.take.another.one.).

Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.

It's time for this to start to stop.

Everything stops ... Eventually.

*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.

.****.

My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.

I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.

With love,

DAH.

HERE IT IS:

The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:

For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?

If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?

We are made of the stars after all...

Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?

I already feel like an empty vessel.

I want so badly to fill it up

(.take.another.one.).

Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.

It's time for this to start to stop.

Everything stops ... Eventually.

*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.

.****.

My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.

I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.

With love,

DAH.

I want HIM to feel ME al(l.over) my body and cAREss my SOul like No ONE HAS dONE beFORe.

I want to feel the love FREEly given to me – I must(!) fight THE dark and figure out who I REALly am KISSing.

****

(&)i-

(&)him-

(&)me-

.are.so.none.has.one.for.free.)

(.the.real.kiss.)

on radio now

Will always remind me of when they played it on Valentine's Day

Thinking Out Loud Chords by Ed Sheeran

Ed Sheeran Images By wikimedia.org

www.youtube.com/watch?v=MW11HmXrXVU

C C/E F G

When your legs don’t work like they used to before

C C/E F G

And I can’t sweep you...

www.eguitarchord.com/thinking-out-loud-chords-by-ed-sheeran/

I want HIM to feel ME al(l.over) my body and cAREss my SOul like No ONE HAS dONE beFORe.

I want to feel the love FREEly given to me – I must(!) fight THE dark and figure out who I REALly am KISSing.

****

(&)i-

(&)him-

(&)me-

.are.so.none.has.one.for.free.)

(.the.real.kiss.)

HERE IT IS:

The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:

For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?

If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?

We are made of the stars after all...

Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?

I already feel like an empty vessel.

I want so badly to fill it up

(.take.another.one.).

Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.

It's time for this to start to stop.

Everything stops ... Eventually.

*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.

.****.

My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.

I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.

With love,

DAH.

on radio now

HERE IT IS:

The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:

For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?

If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?

We are made of the stars after all...

Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?

I already feel like an empty vessel.

I want so badly to fill it up

(.take.another.one.).

Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.

It's time for this to start to stop.

Everything stops ... Eventually.

*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.

.****.

My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.

I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.

With love,

DAH.

Arundel, West Sussex

via Instagram ift.tt/290QGtB

Why Static? Well, I had a nice little picture of a screen capture from the movie I'm currently watching over Netflix (Streaming to my desktop currently.), I was going to add some little magenta-gradient curtain sidebar effects, but I was a dork, and didn't save my progress as I went. My image editor software crashed, and took it away... Sure, it was only 10 minutes' worth of work, but I put a lot of work into it.

Anyway, the movie in question I am watching, because I've heard about it for many years, and I feel I should watch it before my life comes to an end, is.... Fritz Lang's classic, Metropolis.

(I'm watching it streaming through Firefox, on a 1680 x 1050 screen, and it's in full frame, sized up and counter-letterboxed in the browser window - Efffectively, it's at "standard" DVD resolution. If it's worth it, I'll hunt it down on DVD.

I've got some other things to talk about, some thoughts I'd like to share, mainly where I'm going, what I should do with my other Flickr, since I've essentially transferred all things Julie Anne over here.

I am going to put up the Obon Odori pictures from Saturday night in San Jose. I took around 250, mostly multiple shots of various scenes, and I'll cull a handful of the best-looking ones. They're being posted to both of my Flickrs (boy-mode and here,) with the majority going over to the other Flickr.

Here's some stuff I'm most likely going to repeat again on my next picture, probably a picture of me in my new nightgown - Yes, it's going to happen soon, perhaps tomorrow...

I've notice a few folks adding me on as a contact. However, I've noticed some trends in the pictures in their streams. It's nice that some of you have some pictures of yourselves (At least I hope it's actually pictures of yourselves.), however I'd like to re-iterate some things from my profile page. (Nobody really takes the time to read those, right? ^_^;)

- I'm not too fond of headless pictures. I know I'm nowhere near as passable as other people I follow and are on my contact list, but even I put up pictures showing my face. I want to show off my progress with makeup, and I love it very much when people give me feedback and advice to improve my techniques. (A big thanks to those who have given me positive comments. ^_^;) A lot of other t-folks on here echo my sentiments.

- T-chicks with pictures of their bait and wedding tackle. Seriously. I know there's some of you who go for that (Futanari, anyone? ^_^;), but I'm not one of those people. I'm here because I want to achieve the illusion, and see pictures of others who do likewise. Sporting stuff that a real girl doesn't have just doesn't seem to work. I'm happy with mine, I wish I could tuck better, and if I really, really need to see one, I'll just look down at mine. I just don't want to show off mine to anyone here, ok? ^_^;

- I'm probably not going to add every single person on as a contact who adds me. I do appreciate the interest, and I'm building up a following slowly but steadily. I'm happy for the few new contacts I've been able to get in touch with, and exchange correspondence. I haven't found reason to block too many people, save for one person who said some stuff that really bothered me, and I have a higher tolerance than most. Suffice to say, I'll add a few on every once in a while, and I want to get around and comment on others' streams before I add anyone on for me. I may even join a few groups out there.

It's kind of funny, there are a handful of pictures that are exactly the same on both of my Flickr accounts, and perhaps a few I've linked to back here, and either no one has put two and two together to figure out who I am as a boy, or they don't care, or it's not worth the effort from them. Perhaps they don't want to spoil the illusion. In any case, it's not like I have anything to lose at this point, since my life's effectively starting over since the beginning of June. (Act II, baby... ^_-;)

There's also the work I'm doing for my own website/blog I started a few weeks ago, plus all the public consumption cosplay/anime fandom, boy-mode personal page, and links elsewhere - So much to do, only so much time and energy every day, and of course, there's always the ever-present "Life Trek II: The Search For New Job" I have ongoing....

Stay tuned, friends... Anything goes from this point onward.

For now, there's packing for a trip outof state for a few days, some resumes to get out, a movie to watch, and a nice little marathon quest in Phantasy Star Online to do... And, of course... the sketch of me I started last week, that's still on track to work on, with progress pictures... I didn't forget about that.

I just have a habit of jumping back and forth on things. I get bored, other interests get my attention. I guess I am like a cat in that aspect, easily distracted by shiny things, my tail, a need to go outside of the house every once in a while, a need to roll around on the concrete, find a dark quiet closet to lay in, perhaps crawl under the bed, or camp out in the hallway on the floor.... meow.... =^..^=

28 days until my birthday... Four weeks... Mid-life crisis plus one year and a few weeks...

On radio now

I want HIM to feel ME al(l.over) my body and cAREss my SOul like No ONE HAS dONE beFORe.

I want to feel the love FREEly given to me – I must(!) fight THE dark and figure out who I REALly am KISSing.

****

(&)i-

(&)him-

(&)me-

.are.so.none.has.one.for.free.)

(.the.real.kiss.)

© Concordia University

On radio now

I want HIM to feel ME al(l.over) my body and cAREss my SOul like No ONE HAS dONE beFORe.

I want to feel the love FREEly given to me – I must(!) fight THE dark and figure out who I REALly am KISSing.

****

(&)i-

(&)him-

(&)me-

.are.so.none.has.one.for.free.)

(.the.real.kiss.)

I want HIM to feel ME al(l.over) my body and cAREss my SOul like No ONE HAS dONE beFORe.

I want to feel the love FREEly given to me – I must(!) fight THE dark and figure out who I REALly am KISSing.

****

(&)i-

(&)him-

(&)me-

.are.so.none.has.one.for.free.)

(.the.real.kiss.)