11. Watch 100 movies.
Of those I had never before seen, the best ten:
- Howards End, 1992
- Wristcutters: A Love Story, 2006
- The Shawshank Redemption, 1994
- Monster’s Ball, 2001
- (500) Days of Summer, 2009
- Punch Drunk Love, 2002
- Four Minutes (Vier Minuten), 2006
- Bright Star, 2009
- Gladiator, 2000
- Footloose, 1984
And three runners-up:
- Barfuss, 2005
- Phoebe in Wonderland, 2008
- Up In The Air, 2009
The worst ten:
- Schläfer, 2005
- The Time Traveler’s Wife, 2009
- Latter Days, 2003
- Serendipity, 2001
- Schultze Gets the Blues, 2003
- G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra, 2009
- Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, 1937
- Bride Wars, 2009
- How to Lose Friends and Alienate People, 2008
- The Ugly Truth, 2009
And, of course, the ten most memorable:
- (500) Days of Summer, 2009 - seen 5 times
- Labyrinth, 1986
- Latter Days, 2003
- 10 Things I Hate About You, 1999 - seen thrice
- Grizzly Man, 2005
- Food, Inc., 2008
- Zoolander, 2001 - seen twice
- Barfuss, 2005 - seen 3 times
- The Hangover, 2009 - seen twice
- Romeo + Juliet, 1996
nom nom, off to watch more movies now.
43. Walk through a graveyard and fix every flag touching the ground.
Graveyards are reminders of from where and whom we came.
By "a" graveyard, I meant "my" graveyard, where I’ve spent days contemplating worth, existence, and goodness. It’s a beautiful place, with cast-iron gates opening onto a dirt road, everything weathered and soft and covered in vines. The cemetery is most poignant in the springtime, because it is unselfishly gorgeous. A creek murmurs deep in the trees.
I usually rest in the cemetery after my first mile of running, and today was no exception. Rain poured from the sky, and I arrived barefoot at the gates for the first time in eight months. Flags fresh from Memorial Day and soaked in rainfall greeted me and I thought, tonight…why not try for wish forty-three?
I went for two hours barefoot through the rain, placing my hand over my heart, resting it then on a grave with a flag, wondering how much of my thanks would carry from my skin to the grave. With each flag, I realized more deeply how I never understood war, even when I thought I did.
When dusk began to fall and the rained calmed to a drizzle, I looked up from a particularly special plot to see that the sky had broken open. I stared at the pink scar in the sky, my hand still giving my thanks into eternity.
I hope that these soldiers had lives filled with this glory, and that current servicemen and women experience moments of such eternal peace. I hope somewhere, some soul can hear my thanks.
I found only three or four flags touching the ground, but they broke my heart. The cemetery has over a thousand graves; I’ll return soon to continue my prayer.