Wednesday, March 28, 2007

First Blogiversary

A year about today I posted my first item; minutes later I posted the second, Testing the Photo Upload. I finished out March with an item on Phil Fake's Nautical Gallery. I was hooked.

In April I practiced forming opinions (What's Mexican for Laissez-Faire?), writing topical items (Lama Sabach Thani), ranting about my taxes (Cheers), and plotting my escape (Where Do You See Yourself...).

In May I got silly (Vickie, Howie, Pierce, and Ruth; All The Humanity!), watched the high-school musical Junestruck, took a Walk in the Woods, and read how some schmoe Broke My Plane.

In June I posted my Summer Reading List, hiked the Mt. Ashland Meadows, bought my first C-O-L-T (actually a Gaucho), and generally thought How Lucky You Are, Boys.

In July we encountered a few mosquitoes (Master of Understatement), said good-bye to that old Chevy (Ribbons of Progress), saw Lizzy Dining Out in Japan, and went to the Mosquito Festival (as if we hadn't had enough already). I also wrote up my first original news item about Josh who was Attacked By Rabid Nutrias. True story.

In August Leslie and I attended Two Gentlemen, Lizzy said Good-Bye at Fukushima Station, and I dropped in on an old friend Twenty Years On. Care for 'Nother Jug O' Dingo Red?

In September we all went to Salute the Cranberry. I noted the fifth anniversary of a day which will Never Be Forgot, posted a footnote about Hurricane Gordon, mentioned Things Worth Buying, and documented Greg's Motherboard Replacement Project.

In October Lizzy and I climbed Mt. Thielsen 9182 Feet, and I took note of something Leslie and I did Nineteen Years Ago Today (best move I ever made). Politics required several rants: Measure 44, Measure 15-66, Allan Jennings, Shut Up, and Where Our Property Taxes Went, followed by the ineluctable How I Voted Part One and Two. Like anyone cares.

In November I got Mark Steyn's autograph In the Mail Today. Woo hoo! Greg and I flew over Mount Ashland. I noted Remembrance Day with a couple of book recommendations. The election wrap-up included Red Oregon, Blue Oregon, The Party of Big Government, and Post-Election Groovitude. Milton Friedman died. I celebrated National Ammo Day and then Thanksgiving. Photo blogging included November Sunrise.

In December Greg sent pictures From The World Trade Center Site, and Jeane J. Kirkpatrick died (jeez this is getting depressing). I crunched the numbers to prove we live in a Temperate Clime, cheered myself up by reading Marley's Ghost and the gospel of St. Luke. Christmas arrived, as usual, in bleakest mid-winter.

The kids had a Snow Day January 6th 2007. I blogged about Burqini Babes and Hercules the cat. I started reading a lot of Haruki Murakami, noted for future reference how Tim made The Deal, the Coos County Sheriff said We Will Not Respond, and Sister Bernadette's Barking Dog. The blogging started to feel a little disjointed.

In February the yellow-bellied marmot predicted Six More Weeks Of Winter, I got My Valentine, and Dave sent a blast from the past: It Ate My Quarter! Van Halen, 1979? There were Some Changes At Woof, Inc.

In March there were Changing Notions of Liberty, Changing Notions of Justice, and The Lessons of History. I couldn't help noticing Protection Costs Increase Sharply.

I really can't say where this blog is going. I've introduced a new weekly feature, Twenty Years Ago In The Economist. I'll still occasionally note items of local interest, such as Vandals Caught On Film. I look forward to the day I can ignore Patrilateral Parallel Punjabi Pairing. But mostly I want to concentrate on the trivial things that interest me (and probably only me) as I wander along Looking for the Pillars of Rome.

I've enjoyed the first year. Looking back, I think it's been worthwhile. I wish I'd started five years ago. Ten years. No, thirty.

As Jeff Cooper (another who passed this past year) said:
Did you write it down? If you did not, you should have. This is because only what you have committed to paper has significance. Man's experience is only that which he has recorded. The more you consider that, the more significant it may become. The Heinlein Hypothesis declaims that only the historic record establishes the essence of the human experience. If it was not written down, it might as well not have happened.
Time to make amends.