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Things I need to accomplish before I die... (Joe Inspired Me.)

Okay, so I've done these lists before. But this one came directly from an inspiring blog from my new favorite read -- Joe's blog. He wrote what I presume to be an incomplete list of things he wants to accomplish in his life. Apparently Joe and I both have a lust for lists.

Here's my incomplete list of life goals:

destinations
- live in Boston
- live in Baltimore
- tour Europe
- Visit New Orleans
- live out of my backpack for a few weeks in Europe
- see the Northwest part of America

professional

- teach English overseas
- successfully publish/maintain a website
- sell my photography
- photograph more than just weddings
- sell a painting
- design and publish a book of local artists and writers
- publish a calendar of my photography
- own my own ceramics studio

experiences
- watch Wizard of Oz while listening to the Dark Side of the Moon
- get a meaningful and tasteful tattoo (?)
- get a meaningless and tasteless tattoo (?)
- be recognized when I walk into a bar (and have it be a good thing)
- take a vow of silence (even if it is a short one)
- spend a week or so on a tour bus with a band
- go a week without a telephone
- live out of my car
- cook a meal from scratch
- go to an opera or ballet
- go to a black tie affair
- volunteer in a soup kitchen (for the holidays, maybe)
- give away half my possessions
- be given away by my dad
- sleep outside (without the tent)
- kiss a stranger
- make someone's day
- live on a boat
- volunteer for disaster relief
- be confident enough to drive an RV
- go to a psychic or a palm reader
- be the "victim" of a surprise party
- ride a horse on the beach
- send flowers as a secret admirer
- send a message in a bottle
- test drive a car I cannot afford

accomplishments
- write a book/memoir for my family only
- keep our acreage in our family
- spend a night in jail for something I can/will be proud of
- make it into history books
- be a legend in my own right
- help make a documentary (contribute to the making of one)
- master a foreign language
- learn to fly a plane
- participate in a protest
- live off a garden I've cultivated on my own
- bury a time capsule, leave behind a treasure map
- ride all the world's biggest roller coasters
- arrange a 48 hour fast among friends, give the money we save to a charity
- complete the 365 days photography project (oh, and make it into a photo journal when it's finished)

athletics
- run in a marathon
- go white water rafting
- sky dive
- ride my bike as mode of transportation for one week

You know, I own a book that has lots of these items listed in it. It's actually called 101 Things to Do Before You Die. It's a solid book, but most of these I thought up on my own. I'm proud of the list, but it's not nearly complete.

For some of these, I could probably use some help. Anyone interested?

Comments

Anonymous said…
I have gone skydiving and would do it again in a heartbeat. We should backpack through Europe with Angela while having catchphrase in our knapsack... it has been my lifelong dream.
Laura said…
Also, I want to watch Wizard of Oz and listen to Dark Side of the Moon.

I don't have the film, but I have the album!
revolutionaire. said…
well Laura, I have the film, but not the album. If you ask me, that says girls movie night all over it!
revolutionaire. said…
Vania! Brilliant idea for the European backpacking. I'm down. Shit, that's all I'll bring -- catchphrase, no extra clothes or anything, JUST catchphrase.

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