Yeah, I know. Even I'll admit: a year of me is too much. But when I downloaded the iPhone App called "Everyday" at the airport in Phoenix a year ago, I made a commitment. Every day, or as close to every day as possible, I would take a self-portrait.

The result, one year later, is interesting, albeit not very flattering. When flattened into a 42-second movie, I see some good photos, some pretty bad photos and some photos that immediately evoke a memory.

The ones in my office sort of blend together, but the day of Tim Cuprisin's funeral, or the day I had back surgery, are clear as a bell. I'm amused as I watch my Brewers playoff mustache grow in October. I'm less amused by the shots where I look like like a pasty, 50-year-old man. I've learned that the shots where I'm lying on the couch look the absolute worst.

Still, it was an interesting exercise, and I ended it where I started it, at the Phoenix airport a week ago. Enjoy my little art project.