Perusing through the last year of blogging, I realize that I didn’t throw myself into it with the vigor that I did back in 2005 when I started this thing. Tomorrow will be my fifth anniversary here at Newscoma. Here is my first post if you are so inclined. This year, I decided to go through the year and spotlight some of the drivel I’ve written that I actually kind of dug.

• I enjoyed meeting the Poet Gravedigger.
• I liked writing Hoots Noir. Hoots doesn’t get a lot of noir attention.
• From January, I wrote about how I learned a lot about patience and politics in a small town.
• If you think you don’t have a voice, you don’t.
• I am egocentric at times, so I dig that Rep. Mike Turner commented on this post about the power of listening to each other.
• Off the beaten path is what Hoots is sometimes but it can be mondo groovy too.
• The post from March where I got an amen from Faint Gray Lines, who has become a dear friend over the past year.
• Mr. Jimmy and the Body Farm, because Mr. Jimmy is spectacular.
• Farewells to my friends Rick Wilson and Mickey Moore. SQ and I also said goodbye to our furry friends, Duff and Kirby. All of these losses were incredibly difficult.
• Conversations from the Hoots Subculture.
• Finally, I learned a lesson about myself as much as anything on July 4th. What is wrong with overreaching? Nothing at all.

So happy birthday you silly blog. It’s been five years. I enjoy the hell out of you and will try to treat you better.  Ahh, the joy of navel gazing has been a fun ride these past five years.