While the quote from the post title should refer specifically to The Six Million Dollar Man, I'm rather referring to this blog. Not that I think it's worth any more money than as much as I spend to host it, which is certainly not six million dollars, but I wanted to quote the catch-phrase verbatim. That said, I am actually unaware of my blog's gender. (Perhaps we should put it to a vote?)

Back to the point: I think I've got a plan to get back all of my posts from the past four (give or take a few) years, and a not-as-boring way of re-presenting that content.

How to do this: As most of what we do on the web seems to be cached in some form or another, a lot of what I published ended up in other places on the internet. The task, then, is to scour the web for traces of myself and to copy and paste it into this blog. In the interest of not flooding this blog with what's already been said, I've started archive.nicopolitan.com to house the blog posts to which I will refer from here on out.

What it will look like: As I live and blog, I'll be comparing my life as it is to the same posts which occurred around the same time in previous years with a brief reference at the beginning of each post. October 2010 will be compared to selected posts from October of 2008 and 2009; the same will be done for November, and so on and so forth, until I reach October of 2011.

Why am I going to reference these old posts? Shouldn't I just move forward?

When I asked myself this question, I was reminded of why I started a blog in the first place. One easily identifiable reason is to keep a record of my thoughts during certain parts of my life for my future self to be able to read, and to hopefully remember. As I've been blogging for quite some time now, maybe this is the time to look back and see how far I've come.

This then suggests that, currently, I am my future self. Granted, my future self has already been irresponsible enough to lose and subsequently need to find his past self. Inadvertently, I've got an interesting post-post-modern version of the identity crisis. It's as if this whole experience can be a pilot for a television mini-series, where the main protagonist goes through a "coming of age" type of narrative by going on a journey to recover the lost pages of his own diary. Likely, this journey will involve some painfully embarrassing awkwardness in recovered pages of the said diary -- but that's life.

At the very least, the project will add some consistency to writing in this blog.

Here's where you come in! I'm going to encourage my bloggy friends who've been at this game for a while now to do the same. Who were you this time last year? The year before that? What has changed? And after looking at that, what happens now?

If you do participate in this project in self-reflection and self-awareness, please feel free to add links in the comments. :)