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.