The Lost of The List

Morrissey's new novel "List of The Lost" has been published and is going to be released in September.  I am very excited and certainly anxiously awaiting to read his book.  Morrissey is a wordsmith beyond compare so it has to be very good.  Everyone is contemplating what the novel could be about.  I personally have no idea and will leave those thoughts to others.  I have turned the title around a little to "The Lost of The List" and had some minor little musings.

There are so many lists these days.  And it seems I am lost on many of these lists.  So I figure I am the lost of the following lists:

"I'll see you in heaven if you make the list yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

The List to get into Heaven:
1810. Todd Davis
1811. Geraldine Tolliver
1812. Mark Fry
1813. Tammy Reynolds
And so on and so on.......
There is a name that's missing from this list, henceforth the lost of the list, it is me, Harrison Zeldemar,

"Sit down, take a look at yourself.  Don't you want to be somebody."

The List of those who are "Somebody":
972. Kim Kardashian
973. Jared Fogle
974. Donald Trump
975. Silvio Berlusconi
"On and on, I just keep on trying"  I'm lost on this list also.  I suppose this makes me a nobody.

"He got the action, he got the motion, yeah the boy can play."

The list of great athletes:
424. Roberto Clemente
425. Mario Lemieux
426. Jerry West
427. Joe Montana

"Reach the stars, fly a fantasy, dream a dream and what you see will be, but not for me."  The never ending story.  I'm definitely lost on this list.

Yes, there are many more lists I am lost on and they are too numerous to list here.  Maybe I should make a list of the lists I am on, but no, that would be too depressing.  For now, I shall look forward to reading Morrissey's  "List of The Lost".  And yes, I do feel I am probably on the list of the lost as I aimlessly wander the timeless skies.

Rhythm of Life

I woke up in the middle of the night last night.  I couldn't fall back to sleep because I thought of the line in the Morrissey song "Oboe Concerto", "Round, round rhythm of life goes round".  What is the rhythm of life?  Does it really go round?  If it does go round, does it go clockwise, counterclockwise, both or neither?  These items went round and round in my head, as I do believe there is a rhythm to life. It can be a good, positive rhythm or a bad, negative rhythm.  I gradually drifted back to sleep but awoke troubled with the questions circulating through my consciousness.  I knew of only 1 soul who could answer my question.  It was the lovely Star Maiden, Astraea.  I posed the question to the lovely lady this morning and received a thoughtful, gracious reply which I deeply appreciate.

Harrison ‏@OdysseyNumber5  8h8 hours ago

@FadingGoldLeaf Hello lovely lady, I have a ?. Do you feel the rhythm of life goes clockwise, counterclockwise, both or neither?

Astraea ‏@FadingGoldLeaf  7h7 hours ago

@OdysseyNumber5 Hello my gentle little chicken. The rhythm of life is the record player. You decide what you want it to play for you.

Astraea ‏@FadingGoldLeaf  7h7 hours ago

@OdysseyNumber5 And how loud

The lovely Star Maiden's reply to my message has given me a lot of food for thought I must contemplate and try to apply it to my life, situations in my life and those I am close to.

And now for one of my favorite Morrissey songs: "Oboe Concerto".

Iris

Henry John Deutschendorf, Jr.

Stop

                                                          The scene outside today

I want the hands of time to stop right now.  It is July 31, the end of another month of summer.  It is a dazzling day filled with radiant sunshine.  I want to embrace the moment, treasure it, so I never forget it.  I want to hold on to this for as long as I can.  Tennis will be wonderful this evening.  I beg for time to go into slow motion but alas I know it won't.  Too soon it's over and done.  Time is an evil bastard.

                                                                          Stop

                                                                   Beautiful Day

                                                                   Sing Your Life

I'm an Anti Dentite

So today was my dreaded annual trip to the Dentist.  I don't know why I get worried about going to the Dentist.  I have only ever had one cavity.  I suppose one of the only gifts I was ever given is strong teeth.  I am always worried the Dentist will come in, after inspecting the X-Rays and say I have 5 cavities.  What I really hate most is the Hygienist who cleans my teeth.  I call her "The Marquis de Sade".  I don't call her that to her face of course.  I just think of it as she is torturing me with that damned metal pick of hers.  I really do think she enjoys inflicting pain on her patients because they didn't floss enough or didn't brush the correct way.  She politely smiles and says "Now that didnt hurt did it?"  In her evil mind she's thinking "Pain, Pain, Pain" for the Anti Dentite.  So now this evening my mouth feels like Napoleon's Army attacked it with bayonets drawn.  And after The Marquis de Sade was done torturing me with her metal pick, the Dentist finally came in.  He is a very genteel fellow, a total opposite of The Marquis.  He poked around in my mouth for about a minute and in a slightly disappointed tone he announced, "You don't have any cavities."

Now on a serious note.  A Dentist from Minnesota named Walter Palmer murdered a lion in Africa who was lovingly known to the locals as Cecil the Lion.  He apparently paid $50,000 and had 2 guides with him.  They used bait to lure Cecil outside the nature preserve where he lived.  He shot Cecil with a crossbow but that didn't kill him.  They tracked Cecil for 40 hours and finally found him and shot him to death with guns.  It makes me so angry I can't think of words to describe what a despicable act this was and what a loathsome person this individual is.  I wish he could be put into a cage with no weapons and several hungry lions and see what happens.  Or maybe he could be hunted by several men with high powered rifles with scopes and see how he likes it.  He is apparently wanted by the government of Zimbabwe for this shameful act and is now in hiding.  I sincerely hope he is found and deported there to face some kind of justice.  Unfortunately, this will not bring back Cecil the lion.  And lest we forget, every day millions upon millions of animals are murdered by humans, what a bunch of hypocrites we humans are.

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