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100 movies in 330 days.

11. Watch 100 movies.

Of those I had never before seen, the best ten:

  1. Howards End, 1992
  2. Wristcutters: A Love Story, 2006
  3. The Shawshank Redemption, 1994
  4. Monster’s Ball, 2001
  5. (500) Days of Summer, 2009
  6. Punch Drunk Love, 2002
  7. Four Minutes (Vier Minuten), 2006
  8. Bright Star, 2009
  9. Gladiator, 2000
  10. Footloose, 1984

And three runners-up:

  1. Barfuss, 2005
  2. Phoebe in Wonderland, 2008
  3. Up In The Air, 2009

The worst ten:

  1. Schläfer, 2005
  2. The Time Traveler’s Wife, 2009
  3. Latter Days, 2003
  4. Serendipity, 2001
  5. Schultze Gets the Blues, 2003
  6. G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra, 2009
  7. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, 1937
  8. Bride Wars, 2009
  9. How to Lose Friends and Alienate People, 2008
  10. The Ugly Truth, 2009 

And, of course, the ten most memorable:

  1. (500) Days of Summer, 2009 - seen 5 times
  2. Labyrinth, 1986
  3. Latter Days, 2003
  4. 10 Things I Hate About You, 1999 - seen thrice
  5. Grizzly Man, 2005
  6. Food, Inc., 2008
  7. Zoolander, 2001 - seen twice
  8. Barfuss, 2005 - seen 3 times
  9. The Hangover, 2009 - seen twice
  10. Romeo + Juliet, 1996

nom nom, off to watch more movies now.

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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.

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Last night, I awoke from half sleep to a rain-stained window. The raindrops blurred to bokeh, and I turned to see Joshua Lee Lansford sleeping beside me, his head nestled in the crook of his arm. Sara slept in the front passenger seat, quiet, quiet. Nightlight illuminated pieces of the car like hills under moonlight, and I wiggled my toes, still caked with mud, smiling softly. The world stood soft and still, as if eternity itself wanted to capture four seconds of perfection.

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