Thanks to Marc for the challenge!
balloon flags (kinda circles, right??)
dandelion puff from earlier this Spring
green globe flower
Thanks to Marc for the challenge!
...via meme chose.
10 things I hate doing:
- washing dishes
- cleaning animal cages
- arguing (debating is something else entirely)
- answering the phone
- taking out the garbage
- folding laundry
- dealing with people who just. won't. listen.
- paying bills
- Help Bear organize her shelf bins
- Tackle-it Tuesday: the storage container shelves
- 2 loads laundry
- blog Tuesday Twosome
- organize coupons
- bake chocolate casserole
- watch Treasure of the Sierra Madre
- read 1 chapter in The Known World
- clean sheets on the Bears and my beds
- Blog WordPlay
- refill scrips
- Visit :: trip
- Cake :: ice cream
- Period :: end
- Triumphant :: victory
- Screen :: gems
- Neglect :: abuse
- Guitar :: music
- Loathe :: hate
- Sugar :: spice
- Montage :: pictures
Being listless (literally and emotionally) the last few days has been vaguely comforting in its indulgence, but hasn't gotten me much closer to my goals. So, we try again.
- Go to the library; drop off books and pick up reserves DONE
- change the sheets on my and Bear's beds
- finish cataloging books DONE
- dust and sweep living room
- find homes for all the books I moved off the shelves DONE
- read 1 chapter in The Known World
- watch Lifeboat (watched Cat on a Hot Tin Roof instead)
- pick up wedding card for D&B DONE
- tidy and sweep balcony
- pull 20 weeds DONE
- 2 loads of laundry
- retrieve the books that fell behind my desk DONE
- put out Freecycle stuff DONE
- blog Wordplay
- blog book review: Face-down DONE
Tori schlubbed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. It was barely 9:00 on a Sunday morning, so she could technically say she'd slept in, though she knew there were some lucky people who were still tucked in their beds. Then again, the early-risers of the world would be on their second or third cup by now, and church-goers would be bowed in their pews. She much preferred the luxury of sleeping until she woke up without the alarm. That's what Sundays were for, after all.
The coffee maker burbled, and Tori took it as a greeting. A liquid "good morning." The scent wafted up as she poured the dark brown coffee into the thick white mug. She was more awake already. She took a first greedy sip, scalding her tongue. Nearly coherent, now, she thought as she carried the steaming mug to the porch.
It was overcast, she noted as she stepped outdoors. Might rain later. There was a slight chill to the mid-September air that helped wake her and made her look forward to the coming Fall. It was early enough that the neighbors wouldn't be outside to see her thick gray terrycloth robe and matching slippers, she figured. And if they were outside, they'd probably be similarly attired. Maybe she could have dragged a brush through her blonde bed-hair, but that would have required more coordination than she had before her first cup of coffee.
Settling down on one white plastic deck chair, and propping her feet on another, she sipped and looked out on the garden of the house behind her own. Mrs. Kupiak's been hard at it, Tori decided as she buried her nose in coffee steam and sipped. Sometime yesterday the old woman had put in mums in burnt orange, deep red and yellow in anticipation of the change in season. The trees were already showing their colors.
It was a lazy day. Tori had already made her mind up about that. No chores, no work. Just her, the television, maybe a book. She wouldn't even read the paper. If she wanted to, she'd even take a nap. Yes, it was just the perfect day for that.
She drained the mug and let her feet drop to the deck, standing up lazily and shaking gold-blonde hair down her back. Blue eyes once more scanned the yard, taking in the blurry greens and shades of yellow and brown. With a contented sigh, she went back inside to refill her cup.
Her laptop lay on the kitchen table, beckoning. "Remember me?" it seemed to say. "You have reports to write. Forecasts to make. Accounting wants those numbers by Wednesday!"
Tori ignored it, refilling her cup and taking it into the living room. With her feet on the coffee table, a blanket on her lap and the coffee cup in her hand, she flipped on the TV. Godzilla was stomping and smashing his way through Tokyo. She snuggled deeper into the cushions. She'd avoided the real monster.
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All sizes, shapes and colors...
For years, I didn't carry a purse. After lugging around a diaper bag, purse, briefcase and children, I'd had quite enough, thank you. It was time to travel light. Wallet and phone in my pockets, what else did I need?
But slowly, surely, purses wormed their way back into my life. I collect, cull, buy more, get rid of a few. It seems I've always got at least six. Probably, that's five more than I need.
Purses at a local street fair
Different booth - same street fair
see other favorite things here.
Another western, and culture study. John Denham distinguishes himself for bravery in the Civil War, and is rewarded with the military commission of his choice. He chooses the West, having always wanted to see it.
Arriving at his new post, he finds the small bunker deserted, and like Robinson Crusoe, himself alone with more than enough provisions, but no company.
Until the Lakota arrive, that is. Gradually, he makes friends with them, beginning by introducing them to coffee and sugar and eventually learning their language and befriending many of the tribe.
It was interesting to watch, but not something I'd feel like I had to watch again.
Joe Cool in his zippycar, taken from my not-quite-so-zippycar.
If you know what kind of car this is, please say so. I have no idea.
Yes, I really do keep a camera on the dashboard for just such occasions. No, I don't take photos while I'm driving. This is taken from a parking lot.
See more transportation photos here.
|In a Past Life...|
You Were: A Lazy Philosopher.
Where You Lived: Burma.
How You Died: Hanged for treason.
This is the story of the Ugly Lamp. I swear it's all true.
One of my fondest flea market memories is that of the Ugly Lamp.
I didn't have my camera, and I've never seen its like again. But this was easily the ugliest lamp in all the world.
It was a table lamp, about 2' high. A heavy, ornate brass base with lots of leaves and fruit held up a spindly brass pole, deeply etched from top to bottom in vertical lines. The shade, a rectangular brass affair, looked far too long and narrow for the base. In fact, it looked like a windowbox inverted over a candle in a tacky candlestick.
The lamp must have weighed thirty pounds, and I'm convinced that 15 of it was in the shade. It wasn't a solid brass rectangle, though. Here's where the Ugly Lamp got interesting. It was set with colored stones that refracted the light that might otherwise have been doused by the brass. The stones were in various shapes and colors, randomly placed without rhyme, reason or pattern. None of it matched. None of it made any sense. It was just a plane of brass, randomly inserted with pieces of faceted glass.
I went back to the lamp repeatedly throughout the day. It was like an interior lighting train wreck. Finally I couldn't stand it any more. I wanted to take it home, as a conversation piece. To laugh at. To feed my well-honed sense of the ridiculous. A lamp with a story, even if it didn't actually give off light.
I'm not a haggler, but I went in armed. I would pay as much as $30 to take that monstrosity home. Realistically, it might be worth that much in scrap, but from an aesthetic standpoint, the seller should have thanked me profusely for a nickel. I asked the price of the lamp
Three. Thousand. Dollars.
I couldn't help myself. I laughed right in the vendor's face.
"It's an antique," he informed me indignantly. "And it's in excellent condition."
Of course it was in excellent condition. This was probably its first day out of the box since some much-resented relative gave it as a Christmas present. It was the Victorian version of the Singing Fish or the Farting Santa. It was awful.
I choked out a "No thank you," and went on my way, still trying to contain my shocked giggles.
It's been at least three or four years since I saw the Ugly Lamp. Since then, I've regretted that it didn't cost $30. I would have brought it home, to be the source of mirth for generations to come.
Instead, I've decided I must make my own Ugly Lamp. I don't know how, but it's on my list of 101 Things, so I'd better figure it out.
When it's done I'll take pictures. Nobody will believe it otherwise.
Knee jerk answer? To live.
But how to live and give life meaning? By giving while living.
My daughter would like us to volunteer at a living history museum. I love living history museums. I would work at one full-time, if I could support my family at it. I consider these to be a form of art, and I love art in all its forms.
We currently volunteer at a food pantry. Not very artistic, but necessary.
Art feeds the soul. I'm a firm believer in feeding the soul. I believe it's absolutely necessary in order to have any quality of life. We need art of some kind or other. Even if it's just watching a sunset or drawing in the mud with a stick or humming.
I also believe that as important as it is to feed the soul, it's more important to keep body and soul together. Whatever comes after, the soul will either be richly fed or not need feeding at all.
This is why I hesitate at the request to volunteer at the museum. Maybe I should put that time into volunteering more hours at the food pantry.
Once again, Lifehacker's come up with an emminently useable post: Learn a Foreign Language from the Foreign Service Institute.
When I've completed my 101 things, I may start again and add learning Irish Gaelic and German to the list. Maybe by then the site will have Irish Gaelic available.
Another free Irish Gaelic lesson site.
Late again... but these two little guys were worth it...all snuggled up together in their stall, they looked like best buddies.
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This prompt calls for a photoshow.
Meet Frank the rababbit, Reggie the hedgie and Billy.
They took their first trip outdoors together today, outside to the yard, in a large enclosed pen.
Curiosity and Caution
Frank> Have we met?
Reggie> You're bigger than me. No sniffing.
Reggie> Did you hear that?
Billy> Sounds like it came from over there...
Reggie> No, wait. I think it was over there.
Billy> Maybe you're right. I'm starting to get a little worried.
Frank> What is that?
Reggie> to the camera> What the *?!@ is that crazy rabbit doing? And can I play too?
Billy> You haven't taken nearly enough pictures of me. Maybe if I put on my cutest face...
Reggie> Whatcha got there?
Frank> This is my good side
Reggie> Hey, mine too.
Reggie> Enough pictures. I'm outta here.
Billy> You know...I skipped lunch, and you're looking awfully tasty...
I say ... and you think ... ?
- Cruel :: joke
- Jive :: talkin'
- Weak :: tea
- Understand :: comprehend
- Bum :: drag
- Stairs :: steps
- Tone :: of voice
- Quickly :: move
- Moment :: time
- Beating :: hurt
The Bear and I put in a couple of hours' volunteer time at our local food pantry. It was busy today, with very few slow times between guests. We distributed meat, cheese and laundry soap. Local farmers had brought in fresh vegetables - corn, eggplant, greens, herbs. It kept us moving and made the time go by quickly.
After zipping to the library and hitting a few yard sales, we were off to Kline Creek Farm. This is a working farm and living history museum, a place where you can spend a day or an hour. We go several times a year for their seasonal programs.
Right now, it's Threshing Season.
Threshers at work
Bear at the Creek
- Ocean breezes... the scent of salt water carried on the wind, with a hint of coconut and palm oils from suntan lotion.
- Lemon...the fresh, clean scent of a freshly cleaned kitchen or bath, the zesty zing of lemon-wine sauce over chicken, the sweet, sharp scent of lemonade on a hot summer day.
- Vanilla... cookies baking, candles burning: a warm, comforting scent.
- Cinnamon...a sharp, hot holiday scent, both energizing and comforting at the same time.
- After the rain...the smell of earth and grass that rises up after a cooling summer rain.
- Orchids...heady, thick and sweet.
- Lavender...heavy but soothing.
- Bread baking...nothing smells more like home.
- Daffodils...they really smell like springtime.
MSNBC sends these out every week. Of course, some collections are better than others, but this week's "Week in Pictures" is one of the first collections where I like every single photo.
So imagine that you are still on the island and are getting hungry. The beautiful thing is that it is a paradise island and you can make your wish for your favorite desserts!!! Yummy!! Which ones will you wish for?
With my "How to Survive on a Desert Island (complete with recipes) book in hand, I'd make my way to the bush and pick those berries, wash them in the waterfall and while they drained, scale the nearby cacao tree. In mere hours, after milking the goat and shaking some pecans off the tree, I'd pull from my hearthstone oven the luscious dessert pictured above.
Cream cheese brownies with rasperry topping. Or without. Save the raspberries for the fresh goat-cream. Just as soon as I harvest the sugar.
I don't know if I really envy anybody. Though I want what some people have, I don't have any desire to deprive them.
Looking at it as "I want it, but I'm glad you have it," I envy talent. I'd love to have the ability to imagine, and then make my imagination take physical shape. I'd love to paint or draw. I appreciate my ability to, with time and effort, paint word-pictures... but a picture's worth 1000, as they say. If I'm explaining what's in my mind, the room for error and misinterpretation is much greater with a verbal or written description.
I envy people who are happily in love. Gunshy? Maybe. So far, I haven't had a lot of success, but I'm optimistic. I believe in love. I believe I deserve love. I believe I have a lot of love to give.
I envy people with a sense of style, who seem to have that "pulled together" look come so easily. You know the ones. They put on a t-shirt and jeans, and more polished than most of us do in suits. Maybe it's poise, maybe it's body shape, maybe it's flair. I don't know, but I want some. Come to think of it, it's probably because I don't know what it is, that I don't have it.
- Volunteer at food pantry DONE
- 10 minutes in each room DONE
- 2 loads of laundry DONE
- blog 100 words each day DONE
- visit Kline Creek Farm DONE
- game Sunday (CANCELED)
- purge tupperware
- cook for the week
- set up lunches for the week
- clean animal cages DONE
- go to library DONE
Let's try to get at least half of these done today:
- Finish editing and uploading photos from the Riverwalk DONE
- 10 minute clean-up in each room (put off til Saturday due to others' plans)
- Dinner with the fam (put off til Saturday due to others' plans)
- Blog 100 words DONE
- Studio Friday DONE
- Photo Friday: Friend
I looked up in a panic and realized it's 11:40 and I haven't even started my 100-word-per-day challenge. I need to think of something - quick.
And there's my idea. Shamelessly swiping yet another idea from 101 Things in 1001 Days, here's a decorated version of some synonyms for quick:
fast adroit rapid snappy immediate hurried swift sudden prompt nimble vigorous hasty double-time makeshift impulsive precipitous rapid lively purposeful persevering rushed spry zealous sharp spur-of-the-moment stopgap QUICK perspicacious fleet cursory energetic posthaste express headlong impetuous perfunctory instantaneous swift winged breakneck speedy blistering rocketing hastening pronto
And there we have it. 104 words today. Phew.
Late, but not too late, here we go...
- Drive the Dude out to pick up his buddy DONE
- Grocery list (for real) DONE
- Pull 10 weeds
- Grocery shop(?) DONE
- Blog 100 words
- Watch Going My Way
One of my 101 Things is to visit the Riverwalk in all four seasons of the year and take pictures. Today was our Summer visit.
The sun was out, the sky clear, the breeze warm.
When we arrived at the Depot Museum, we discovered an added bonus - an art show was going on inside. We were lucky to arrive just 15 minutes before closing (it's a very tiny museum and only open two hours per day, three days per week), and luckier still that the staff didn't mind when we stayed a little after-hours. Checking museum hours hadn't even occurred to me, but we couldn't have gotten there any earlier.
Between the museum and the Riverwalk, I took over 100 pictures. The stained-glass gazebo, the river, the open gazebo over the water. The old factory near the dam. The baby starlings playing by the water's edge. The Dude and the Bear had a good time, following the trails around and watching fishermen. The Dude braved the high point of the crumbling dam to get a picture of the cataracts rushing over and down to the lower part of the river.
Although the Bear and I have been to the Riverwalk a couple of times before, the Dude hadn't gone with us before. It had been two years since our last trip, though we found it mostly unchanged.
Coming around the Town Government building (converted from an old windmill factory around which the town seems to have grown), we found another open-air art display. It looks like the medium was rebar and fire hoses, and there were several interesting pieces.
One of our favorites - and one of which I'll have to get a photo in each season - is the floral kaleidoscope. It looks like a large brushed-chrome microscope, the pan of which is a flowerpot. When you look through the eyepiece, you see the flowers refracted. Then...you spin the flowerpot. Deliberately planted in a variety of colors, it makes an amazing array of colors and shapes. I can just imagine it with Fall mums and leaves, winter evergreens and spring buds.
We were hot by the end of our day, but with a happy kind of tired, with great memories and several good photos. I'll post them tomorrow.
Hope springs eternal.
- Eyebrows DONE
- Library DONE
- Trip to Riverwalk DONE
- Empty Bear's suitcase
- Clean out under kitchen sink
- Pull 10 weeds
- Blog 100 words DONE
- Appointment at 7pm DONE
- Watch "Going my way"
- 10 pages in Year of Wonders
- Color hair
...or "What's wrong with this picture?"
Peacock Still Life
I love these vases. I love the peacock feathers in these vases. I'm not 100% sure I love the peacock feathers to be in the vases, but I really don't love this photo. The lighting is terrible, there's glare off the metallic vase that obscures the etching, everything looks hyperlit and stark. Very 70's, which is not what I was going for. And this is the best of a half-dozen I shot. I'd be better to try daytime photos, perhaps outdoors, maybe of a more easily-photographed subject.
Semi-success yesterday leads to a second attempt today:
Pull 10 weeds in garden DONE
Load of laundry DONE
Water plants DONE
Clean up clippings from trimming hedge
Dinner with fam DONE
Get gas and smokes DONE
Re-frame and hang living room pictures
Read 10 pages in Year of Wonders DONE
Blog 100 words (not including this post)
Clean under kitchen sink
Mail teacup swap DONE
Photograph a Still Life DONE
More as I think of it...
Here we go. It works (mostly) for my weekends, so now we'll try for the weekday version.
Pick up Freecycle donations DONE
10 pages in Year of Wonders (must be read on porch for my 101 Things.)
Transfer 10 items to the new calendar DONE
Clean out under the kitchen sink
Pull 10 weeds in the garden DONE
Go the bank DONE
Load of laundry DONE
Pitch all my outdated meds and cosmetics DONE
More, if I can...
Our town had a summerfest this weekend, and since the Bear arrived home from her East Coast whirlwind tour on Saturday, we took the afternoon to wander the fair on Sunday.
It was smaller than I'd expected, and it looked like some of the vendors and gamesmen had already packed up by the time we arrived. The pony rides we'd looked forward to were already gone, but we did wander the Bazaar and Craft Fair awhile.
Carved-stone animals from Mexico...
(Closeup of stone birds)
LOTS of jewelry...
and lots more, that you can see here.
Lolo Schpadora: Fudgy deliciousness!
The brilliant Laura at Lolo Schpadora has presented a fascinating idea: Chocolate Casserol.
Must. Make. This.
It will be my new recipe for August.
This week's challenge is "Summer Gardens."
This is my wild, untended garden at night, when the mosquitos hunt and the daisies stand sentinel.
Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand Some random bud will meet; Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find The daisy at thy feet.
May all your weeds be wildflowers
Through the gate at the Chicago beaux arts garden.
Good question. Playing the averages, I have a considerable chunk of future still ahead of me, although I'm no ingenue by any means.
Who else can I still be? Begin with the obvious. I'll be a mother forever. Long after I'm gone, and even if I should outlive my children, I'll be their mother.
Come December, I'll be a grandmother for the first time. Once I am, I will be always. That's what I will be.
Who else can I still be? Sky's the limit. I can still be the writer in the stone cottage on the New England shore. I can still be the woman wandering Paris with a laptop and a camera. I can still be (eventually) a Red Hat Lady. I don't know if I'd want to, but I could.
I can still be a journalist. Or an attorney.
I can still be the person I am, with a strong sense of self, and dreams of places to go, things to see and people to know, but no desire to change materially.
I can be the kind of person who doesn't take any crap, and finds that delicate balance between forgiveness and gullibility. I can be more insightful. I can be the kind of person that cultivates and relies on intuition.
I can still be wise. I can cultivate wise friends and acquaintances.
I can still be a loving partner.
I can be quiet, and listen rather than talk. I can still engage.
I can still write powerful, moving words.
I can be private. I can be open.
I can choose.
If I were stuck on a desert island, the three things I'd most like to have with me (assuming plenty of food and water are already there) would be:
- My cell phone (hope of rescue springs eternal)
- A pen. Ball point, with black ink, fine point. Better, 100 pens.
- A book on how to survive on a desert island, full of practical tips on how to start a fire, tell poisonous foods from nonpoisonous, hunt the wild game on the island, suggestions for cooking utensils and how to build a shelter, how to make clothing out of native plant fibers. A whole recipe section on thirty different ways to prepare mangoes, or whatever native fruit I'd encounter. I'd want this to be a great, big, thick spiral-bound book that I could reference time and again. I'd write a journal of my adventures in the margins until I figured out how to make my own paper.
My romantic side would wish for a handsome, studly man - with survival skills, of course - who'd naturally fall in love with me, and I with him. Of course, he'd have to speak English, but having him be fluent in another language would be a plus, too.
I'd want my camera (or maybe I can trade in my phone for a camera phone before the shipwreck), but that would have to pale in comparison to the other items.
A laptop with a live wi-fi signal would be useful... maybe a boat...working transmitter...GPS system...
The woman on the checkout line in the supermarket was arguing about the price of frozen carrots. Two carts behind her, a toddler wailed for the candy placed temptingly on the end-cap. Stuck between them, was Lucy.
Lucy didn’t need a cart. The half-dozen frozen dinners and quart of ice cream she was purchasing barely filled the dull gray plastic basket. She sighed and tried not to look impatient while the cashier and the customer haggled in thick
Another long day stocking sporting goods ended in a half-hour bus ride, a three block walk through the gray-slushed
The next line was moving faster, of course. Wasn’t that always the way? At last, carrot-lady moved on, hauling her groceries with her. Lucy unloaded her purchases onto the conveyor and gave the ice cream a gentle, testing squeeze to see if it had melted beyond redemption while she’d been waiting. Still solid. Things were looking up.
Her own transaction lasted only a couple of minutes, and she was back out in the winter’s freezing rain. Lucy lowered her head against the wind and ice blowing into her face and started for home. Only two blocks to go.
Her progress was cut short when she collided with a barrier, solid, but with a little give to it. In fact, it grunted. She looked up, startled and apologetic, into the grayest eyes she’d ever seen in her life. This afternoon’s rainy, wintry sky had nothing on these eyes. “Excuse me,” she managed.
“Sorry,” the man’s voice rumbled distractedly as he put a hand on her shoulder to steady her. They both stood for a few moments too long.
So here we go with another list (compulsive list-maker that I am). As a start on one of the 101 Things, I'm making a list of the 43 books I want to read in 1001 days. Subject to change without notice.
- March, Geraldine Brooks
- Year of Wonders, Geraldine Brooks
- The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion
- The Hollow, Nora Roberts
- Dance of the Gods, Nora Roberts
- One for the Money, Janet Evanovich
- Valley of Silence, Nora Roberts
- Suite Francaise, Irene Nemirovsky
- Thunderstruck, Erik Larson
- Team of Rivals, Doris Kearns Goodwin
- Unafraid, Francine Rivers
- Face-Down in the Marrow Bone Pie, Kathy Lynn Emerson
- The Year of Living Biblically, A.J. Jacobs
- A Virtuous Woman, Kaye Gibbons
- The Gashleycrumb Tinies, Edward Gorey
- Y: The Last Man - Unmanned, Brian K. Vaughan
- The Book of God, Walter Wangerin, Jr. (own)
- An Arsonist's Guide to the Writers' Homes of New England,
- Incognegro, Mat Johnson
- The Wordy Shipmates, Sarah Vowell
- Stumbling on Happiness, Daniel Gilbert
- The Time Traveler's Wife, Audrey Niffenegger
- The Annotated Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum (BPL)
- Dorcas Good: The Diary of a Salem Witch, Rose Earhart
- What Jesus Meant, Garry Wills
- Of Mice and Men, John Steinbeck
- The Age of Lincoln, Orville Vernon Burton
- Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
- Helen Keller, A Life, Dorothy Hermann
- The Shunning, Beverly Lewis
- On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft, Stephen King
- The 9/11 Report graphic novel
- Rough Crossings, Simon Schama
- Innocent in Death, J. D. Robb
- Running with Scissors, Augusten Burroughs
- The Evil That Men Do, Stephen G. Michaud
- High Noon, Nora Roberts
- The Age of Lincoln, Orville Vernon Burton
- The Gettysburg Gospel, Gabor Boritt
- Born Standing Up: A Comic's Life, Steve Martin
- The World Without Us, Alan Weisman
- Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life, Barbara Kingsolver
- Things I Overheard While Talking to Myself, Alan Alda
Only 79 of these... and some are probably on the AFI list.
* 1927/28 - Wings
* 1927/28 - Sunrise
* 1928/29 - The Broadway Melody
* 1929/30 - All Quiet on the Western Front
* 1930/31 - Cimarron
* 1921/32 - Grand Hotel
* 1932/33 - Cavalcade
* 1934 - It Happened One Night
* 1935 - Mutiny on the Bounty
* 1936 - The Great Ziegfeld
* 1937 - The Life of Emile Zola
* 1938 - You Can't Take It With You
* 1939 - Gone With the Wind
* 1940 - Rebecca
* 1941 - How Green Was My Valley
* 1942 - Mrs. Miniver
* 1943 - Casablanca
* 1944 - Going My Way
* 1945 - The Lost Weekend
* 1946 - The Best Years of Our Lives
* 1947 - Gentleman's Agreement
* 1948 - Hamlet
* 1949 - All the King's Men
* 1950 - All About Eve
* 1951 - An American in Paris
* 1952 - The Greatest Show on Earth
* 1953 - From Here to Eternity
* 1954 - On the Waterfront
* 1955 - Marty
* 1956 - Around the World in 80 Days
* 1957 - The Bridge on the River Kwai
* 1958 - Gigi
* 1959 - Ben-Hur
* 1960 - The Apartment
* 1961 - West Side Story
* 1962 - Lawrence of Arabia
* 1963 - Tom Jones
* 1964 - My Fair Lady
* 1965 - The Sound of Music
* 1966 - A Man For All Seasons
* 1967 - In the Heat of the Night
* 1968 - Oliver!
* 1969 - Midnight Cowboy
* 1970 - Patton
* 1971 - The French Connection
* 1972 - The Godfather
* 1973 - The Sting
* 1974 - The Godfather Part II
* 1975 - One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
* 1976 - Rocky
* 1977 - Annie Hall
* 1978 - The Deer Hunter
* 1979 - Kramer vs. Kramer
* 1980 - Ordinary People
* 1981 - Chariots of Fire
* 1982 - Gandhi
* 1983 - Terms of Endearment (Bloomingdale)
* 1984 - Amadeus
* 1985 - Out of Africa
* 1986 - Platoon
* 1987 - The Last Emperor
* 1988 - Rain Man (own)
* 1989 - Driving Miss Daisy (own)
* 1990 - Dances With Wolves
* 1991 - The Silence of the Lambs
* 1992 - Unforgiven
* 1993 - Schindler's List
* 1994 - Forrest Gump
* 1995 - Braveheart
* 1996 - The English Patient
* 1997 - Titanic
* 1998 - Shakespeare in Love (Bloomingdale)
* 1999 - American Beauty
* 2000 - Gladiator (Poplar Creek, Bloomingdale)
* 2001 - A Beautiful Mind
* 2002 – Chicago
* 2003 - The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
* 2004 - Million Dollar Baby
* 2005 – Crash
*2006 - The Departed
*2007 - No Country for Old Men
*2008 - Slumdog Millionaire
I can't very well decide whether I agree with AFI's list until I've seen all of the movies. To keep in context, and because I have 1001 days, I'm going to re-watch the ones I've already seen, too.
So, here they are, in reverse order, which is the order in which I'll watch them.
100 YANKEE DOODLE DANDY (1942)
99 GUESS WHO'S COMING TO DINNER (1967)
98 UNFORGIVEN (1992)
97 BRINGING UP BABY (1938)
96 THE SEARCHERS (1956)
95 PULP FICTION (1994)
94 GOODFELLAS (1990)
93 THE APARTMENT (1960)
92 A PLACE IN THE SUN (1951)
91 MY FAIR LADY (1964) (RM)
90 THE JAZZ SINGER (1927)
89 PATTON (1970)
88 EASY RIDER (1969)
87 FRANKENSTEIN (1931)
86 MUTINY ON THE BOUNTY (1935)
85 DUCK SOUP (1933)
84 FARGO (1996)
83 PLATOON (1986)
82 GIANT (1956)
81 MODERN TIMES (1936)
80 THE WILD BUNCH (1969)
79 THE DEER HUNTER (1978)
78 ROCKY (1976)
77 AMERICAN GRAFFITI (1973)
76 CITY LIGHTS (1931)
75 DANCES WITH WOLVES (1990)
74 THE GOLD RUSH (1925)
73 WUTHERING HEIGHTS (1939)
72 BEN-HUR (1959)
71 FORREST GUMP (1994)
70 THE FRENCH CONNECTION (1971)
69 SHANE (1953)
68 AN AMERICAN IN PARIS (1951)
67 THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE (1962)
66 NETWORK (1976)
65 THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS (1991)
64 CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND (1977)
63 STAGECOACH (1939)
62 TOOTSIE (1982)
61 VERTIGO (1958)
60 RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK (1981)
59 REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE (1955)
58 FANTASIA (1940)
57 THE THIRD MAN (1949)
56 M*A*S*H (1970)
55 THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965)
54 ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT (1930)
53 AMADEUS (1984)
52 FROM HERE TO ETERNITY (1953)
51 THE PHILADELPHIA STORY (1940)
50 BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID (1969)
49 SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS (1937)
48 JAWS (1975)
47 TAXI DRIVER (1976)
46 A CLOCKWORK ORANGE (1971)
45 A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE (1951)
44 THE BIRTH OF A NATION (1915)
43 KING KONG (1933)
42 REAR WINDOW (1954)
41 WEST SIDE STORY (1961)
40 NORTH BY NORTHWEST (1959)
39 DOCTOR ZHIVAGO (1965)
38 DOUBLE INDEMNITY (1944)
37 THE BEST YEARS OF OUR LIVES (1946)
36 MIDNIGHT COWBOY (1969)
35 IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT (1934)
34 TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD (1962)
33 HIGH NOON (1952)
32 THE GODFATHER PART II (1974)
31 ANNIE HALL (1977)
30 THE TREASURE OF THE SIERRA MADRE (1948)
29 MR. SMITH GOES TO WASHINGTON (1939)
28 APOCALYPSE NOW (1979)
27 BONNIE AND CLYDE (1967)
26 DR. STRANGELOVE (1964)
25 E.T. THE EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL (1982)
24 RAGING BULL (1980)
23 THE MALTESE FALCON (1941)
22 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY (1968)
21 THE GRAPES OF WRATH (1940)
20 ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST (1975)
19 CHINATOWN (1974)
18 PSYCHO (1960)
17 THE AFRICAN QUEEN (1951)
16 ALL ABOUT EVE (1950)
15 STAR WARS (1977)
14 SOME LIKE IT HOT (1959)
13 THE BRIDGE ON THE RIVER KWAI (1957)
12 SUNSET BOULEVARD (1950)
11 IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE (1946)
10 SINGIN' IN THE RAIN (1952)
9 SCHINDLER'S LIST (1993)
8 ON THE WATERFRONT (1954)
7 THE GRADUATE (1967)
6 THE WIZARD OF OZ (1939)
5 LAWRENCE OF ARABIA (1962)
4 GONE WITH THE WIND (1939)
3 THE GODFATHER (1972)
2 CASABLANCA (1942)
1 CITIZEN KANE (1941)
I've been reading about and considering this project for months. Of course, the first thing one must do is to create the list of 101 things. It took MUCH longer than I thought it would.
Here, at last, is the list (subject to nearly constant change).
End date: May 6, 2009
- do the refurbishing on the little "mobile island." DONE
- find an apartment DONE
- clean out the garage DONE 10/12/06
- paint the bathroom DONE
- furnish apartment DONE
- move - again DONE
- frame and display collection of family portraits DONE
- repaint Bear's room DONE
- fix broken floor tile DONE
- fix air conditioner in car DONE
- paint the living room DONE
- build drawer shelves
- sell the house DONE
- fix kitchen cabinet door. DONE
- try one food I’ve decided I won’t like without even tasting it (DONE: alligator! 11/20/06)
- volunteer 100 hours DONE
- read 43 books
- make a list of books to read 8/9/06
- take an online course and finish it DONE
- try twelve new recipes
- read a book on the balcony (any book, however long it takes, as long as every page is read on the balcony) DONE 9/3/06 - Year of Wonders
- write on the beach
- make 10 new friends DONE
- take 10 days off, just for me. DONE
- take a nap in a meadow DONE 9/2/2006
- change my name
- kiss a man not related to me DONE 9/4/2006
- watch 43 sunsets (8/25/06, 8/29/06, 9/14/06, 9/15/06, 10/5/06, 10/6/06, 4/9/07, 6/9/07, 7/31/07, 8/23/07 TEN! 9/5/07, 9/7/07, 11/14/08, )
- pray daily for a month
- go for a 100 mile drive to nowhere, then turn around and come back. Take pictures and write about it. DONE
- find one good thing that happened and write it down - 101 times (8/6/06 , 8/15/06, 8/21/06, 9/1/06, 9/5/2006, 9/15/06, 9/23/06, 10/2/06, 4/13/07, 5/31/07.TEN!, 9/2/07, 9/15/07, 11/4/07(1), 11/4/07(2), 11/16/07, 11/30/06, 8/15/08, 10/8/08, 10/15/08, 1/19/09, TWENTY! 2/11/09 (1), 2/11/09 (2), 2/27/09, 3/25/09, 4/7/09)
- start a photoblog DONE (and undone and redone)
- write a minimum 100 words a day for 2 weeks straight (try for every day)
- get a better digital camera DONE
- get a new computer DONE
- make the Ugly Lamp
- blog daily for 1 month DONE
- learn CMS DONE
- purchase my own web domain DONE
- choose a resolution for Hannah DONE
- choose a resolution for Maxcy DONE
- take 50 sunset photos for blog (8/25/2006, 8/29/06, 9/14/06, 9/15/06, 10/5/06, 10/6/06, 4/9/07)
- write reviews of the books I read
- write reviews of the movies I see
- lose 30 pounds
- buy a bicycle DONE
- add 1 piece of fruit per day into my diet (must last at least one month)
- fix up the bicycle so it’s rideable DONE 8/23/2006
- go for a minimum 2 mile walk, daily for 1 month
- add 1 daily serving of dairy to my diet (must last at least one month)
- quit smoking DONE and undone and DONE and undone and...
- watch the AFI's top 100 films
- watch all Best Picture Oscar winners
- see the King Tut exhibit DONE
- see a live play DONE Wicked
- see one movie in the theater every 6 months DONE
- see Star Wars exhibit at museum DONE
- visit Art Institute DONE
- visit Science and Industry DONE
- visit Field museum DONE
- find a new gallery to check out DONE
- visit the Rhode Island State House DONE
- visit the RISD museum DONE
- visit Salem, Mass. DONE
- become a grandmother DONE - TWICE!
- go horseback riding with Bear
- create a collection of family portraits to frame and display DONE
- visit my parents DONE
- visit my grandmother DONE
- visit Salem, Mass. DONE
- call my grandmother once every two weeks
at Christmas time DONE visit New York
- go to Disney World DONE
- visit the Riverwalk in each season of the year and take pictures DONE
New Englandin the autumn DONE
- see The Arcade before it closes DONE
Newport, RI DONE
- take Bear to Boston for a photojourney
- Move to Rhode Island DONE
- Start a family history record DONE
- pay off 25% of my big loan ($7,000) DONE
- close out all my book and movie club accounts -- BOMC (DONE), Crafter's Choice (DONE), Literary Guild (DONE), SRR, AOL (DONE), Blockbuster (DONE),Time-Life (DONE), BMG1 (DONE), BMG2 (DONE), Paperback, DIS (DONE) DONE
- save $1,000
- sell 20 things on ebay DONE
- start a budget and stick to it for 1 year
- sell one piece of writing DONE
- start investing 8/15/06 DONE
- one month, only dine out once
- bring my lunch to work every day for two weeks DONE
- find a new job DONE
- sell one photograph DONE