Like many folks of my generation, I do in fact have a bucket list.
Most of the items on the list are fairly reasonable.
In no particular order, I would like to:
Get a masters degree
PHD as we’ll
Own a house
Be paid to teach a class of some sort
Shake hands with Michael Keaton
Be published in either Dialogue or Journal of Mormon History
Actually finish reading “Sometimes a Great Notion”
Train all of my children to be embarrassingly enthusiastic Paul Simon fans, just like their old man
Own a beach house in either Oregon or North Carolina
Make a documentary
Learn to understand French cinema, because I feel like they just don’t know what they’re doing
Read “The truth, the way, and the life” in its entirety. Footnotes included.
Become a master at AP style.
Publish a nonfiction essay in The New Yorker (I feel like being published in TNY is something that should be on everyone’s list)
Visit Brazil again
Write a screenplay (it does not need to be produced)
Learn to garden
Learn to enjoy exercise, or at least deal with it
Reach a point where mixing up affect and effect is just something I wouldn’t do
Finish that Teddy Roosevelt bio I’ve been picking at for the last year
Live to see another bat suit on screen that includes the yellow oval
Have an office where I can hang all my movie posters
Of course there are other, more important things I hope to do, but publishing such things just isn’t what blogs are for.